In my past visits to Suna's inns, I was not favorably impressed with them, and I think the kunoichi of the S-rang will be much more comfortable.
After picking up the great swords that had been dropped earlier, we climbed out through the breach Rasa had made and descended to the base of the building, and from there we hopped along the nearest rooftops in the right direction, ignoring the ninjas gathered around us, attracted by the many unexpected news and the sounds of battle.
It was still a good thing that most of them had gathered in the other direction, flanking someone, but even so, Pakura had to quite often ward off Sunovians who recognized her, wanting to hear the latest events firsthand.
Because of that, the promised few minutes turned into a dozen, but I didn't complain, patiently following the girl.
The new memories of the kage bunshin came back to me, informing me that the embassy, headed by Orochimaru, had been intercepted without any problems, and that the information had been shared. Therefore, in half an hour or so, they should be in the Sand.
I felt sorry for the Council - they had enough trouble with the betrayal of the Rasa, and now ours had shown up to find out what the hell was going on. We got away just in time, or we'd have been involved in the political morass that followed.
Despite the obstacles, we reached the right house and jumped down on the stone street and stopped in front of the door of a small, neat two-story house in the typical tower style of Suna, the same color as all the other buildings around.
Pulling a key out of a tattered pouch, Pakura opened the door and entered, beckoning me in after her.
- Ma, Grandpa, I'm back! - she shouted into the back of the structure, changing her shoes into soft house slippers and tossing me similar ones.
There was a rumble of something falling and after a couple of seconds, a woman of about forty-five or fifty, wearing a simple beige dress and a towel slung over her shoulder, ran out into the hallway.
Her face was almost a carbon copy of my companion's, except for her age and her obviously broken nose. She gave her daughter a professional glance, ignoring the trophies leaning against the wall and focusing on the rips in her clothes, and sighed in relief.
- Safe and even walking, thank Kami! - The woman put her hand to her chest and took a breath. - With all these rumors about killing swordsmen of the mist, my grandfather and I didn't know what to think.
- That's right," the gray-haired old man who had suddenly appeared quietly at the end of the corridor leading further into the house from the hallway said, "the main thing is that she's alive.
- But that was close," the girl grimaced slightly, "if it weren't for Ryo-kun....
Her relatives, who were too busy with the girl's return, realized that I was also standing on the doorstep. My mother's eyebrows rose up in an expression of extreme surprise, and my grandfather's eyes opened wide as he stared at me.
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