"Nara-don, can you make the necessary changes?" Miroku leaned forward excitedly, pressing her hands to her chest and her eyes shining, a joyful smile blooming on her face.
Somewhat taken aback, I nodded.
"It will be difficult to transfer this directly to the hand seals, but I can make a disposable scroll version that can be activated with the power of your mind. However, you will have to draw the fuin yourself; I can only create a template for you to copy."
"I can handle that, I have the necessary experience," the high priestess smiled broadly, clearly holding back her excitement, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "Nara-don, I cannot express in words my gratitude for the hope you have given me!"
"Miroku, is that...?" Jonin stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Um," she nodded happily, turning to her and dabbing her eyes with the sleeve of her ceremonial robe.
"Yeh-hoo!" Grabbing her ward, the girl joyfully tossed her into the air.
"Kana-chan!!!" the girl squealed.
"A-ha-ha," catching her deftly and pulling her close, the kunoichi spun her around, not even thinking to pay attention to her feigned indignation mixed with a hint of fear.
"But I haven't done anything yet..." I muttered quietly and puzzledly, watching the emotional outbursts of the two girls, from whose shoulders a huge weight had clearly been lifted.
I doubt I'll be able to see them differently after this. However, even the hope of having a guaranteed death sentence revoked can cause such a reaction, so I politely stepped aside without attracting attention and waited for the couple to calm down a little.
"I apologize for that scene, Nara-dono," she said, adjusting her disheveled clothes and hair, and bowing shyly to Miroku, ignoring her friend grinning broadly behind her.
"It's okay, I understand," I smiled gently at her, noticing that she looked extremely cute and beautiful in this state, much more so than when she had a mask of polite coldness on her face.
Suddenly, her eyes softened, and then the priestess began to slowly but surely blush to the tips of her hair, staring at me with a fixed gaze. It felt like she was about to boil like a kettle, steam coming out of her ears. Before that, I had never seen anyone blush so much.
"Miroku?" Noticing her friend's glowing ears, the kunoichi reacted very quickly, grabbing her in an embrace and muttering, "I'm sorry," before rushing into the next room and slamming the door shut.
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