"Ah! Shikamaru, you're so sneaky!"
Naruto was a step too slow and could only watch helplessly as Shikamaru removed himself from the situation.
He was just about to get up when a large hand clamped onto his head.
"Ta-Takumi?"
He turned involuntarily and saw Takumi's smile, which looked like a demon's grin in the shadows. His body immediately began to tremble.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Takumi asked with a smile on his face.
His voice was incredibly soft, but to Naruto's ears, it sounded like the whisper of a demon.
"Um, I..."
Sweat poured down Naruto's forehead like a waterfall. He was so nervous he couldn't even speak.
"Clean this up."
Takumi casually threw Naruto aside.
Naruto immediately slid across the floor, face-first, with his butt sticking up in the air.
"We wouldn't want these broken pieces of glass to hurt anyone."
Takumi said calmly, no longer paying attention to Naruto, who was aggrievedly cleaning up the broken glass. He turned his gaze to Konan, who was already sitting in the chair, waiting for her haircut.
"Miss, your hair is truly beautiful."
Takumi said with a beaming smile. "You must always take good care of it, right?"
"It's as smooth as touching silk. It's really hard to bear the thought of cutting it."
"The shape of your head is also perfect. The width of your forehead is just right, and the curve at the back of your head is just perfect. You are the woman with the most perfect head shape I have ever seen."
"Just thinking about having to cut this smooth hair of yours even a little bit makes me feel a bit reluctant."
As he spoke, Takumi gently stroked Konan's soft, long hair.
Sasori looked at Takumi strangely.
He hadn't recognized Konan. After all, Konan usually appeared dignified and cold, and had never let her hair down before.
Moreover, Sasori usually hid inside the Hiruko puppet, perceiving his surroundings through sensing abilities.
So, he didn't particularly pay attention to Konan's appearance.
He didn't have the ability like Karin to confirm someone's identity through Chakra.
Not recognizing Konan was normal.
What he found strange was Takumi's attitude at this moment.
It was too different from the Takumi he knew.
"Miss, do you have any particular ideas? Please feel free to share."
Takumi was still guiding Konan to speak.
Although Konan's heart was racing like a deer, her heartbeat accelerating because of his words,
She hadn't forgotten that Sasori was nearby.
If Sasori heard her speak, he would probably immediately recognize her identity.
So, she just kept her mouth shut and shook her head.
"No ideas?"
Takumi was a bit disappointed.
He had wondered what Sasori's reaction would be if he recognized Konan.
Whatever the reaction, Sasori's expression would definitely be interesting.
Too bad.
Konan didn't plan on exposing her identity.
He couldn't force it too much.
"In that case, please entrust your hair to me, miss. I will treat it well."
Takumi said softly, combing through Konan's beautiful hair again and again.
Then, he slowly picked up the scissors.
Through the mirror, Konan saw Takumi take out the scissors, and her heart tightened suddenly.
It wasn't that she was worried Takumi would harm her.
It was the instinct of every woman.
Hair is a lifeline for women.
No matter what happens, they won't easily give it up.
Although she knew Takumi definitely wouldn't mess around, she couldn't help but feel nervous inside.
"Relax."
Takumi whispered softly in her ear.
This posture immediately caused the women outside to scream.
They were jealous that Konan was receiving such service from Takumi, and fantasized about receiving the same service from him in the future.
Their emotions were so excited they couldn't control themselves and let out excited screams.
Among them, Sakura and Ino's voices were the loudest.
Because they were right by the window.
As for Naruto, who was cleaning up the broken glass by the window, he naturally suffered the sound wave attack.
The close-range high-decibel scream immediately caused him to lose his hearing.
He felt the world around him become muddled. The crazy women in front of him opened their mouths, shouting something.
But he couldn't hear a single sound.
"Shh~"
Takumi simply put his finger to his lips, gently closing one eye. "Be quiet, okay."
Everyone immediately covered their mouths tightly, not making a sound.
"I get the feeling that even if they were told to commit suicide right now, as long as Takumi said it, they would do it."
Shikamaru secretly quipped, feeling like he was witnessing the establishment of a cult.
"This is Takumi's personal charm."
Kakashi said with a smile. "He deserves all of this."
"Of course I know, but I still think these women are just too crazy."
Shikamaru scratched his head. "Indeed, women are the most troublesome creatures."
"Haha, you're not wrong saying that."
Kakashi ruffled his hair, smiled, and looked towards Takumi.
He could be considered one of the people present who had witnessed many of Takumi's battles.
He knew very well how strong the enemies Takumi had faced were.
Yet, facing so many powerful enemies, Takumi, still a youth, had emerged victorious every time.
This kind of strength and talent, even compared to the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, would probably be not inferior.
"I'm going to start now."
Takumi said softly, letting Konan prepare mentally.
Then, holding the scissors, he began to trim Konan's hair.
Strands of hair were cut off little by little, gently falling to the ground.
Konan's heart beat with every open and close of the scissors.
Through the window, she looked at Takumi's serious face, and her restless heart gradually calmed down.
She stared at Takumi's face, enjoying his gentle treatment.
'Another boring woman obsessed with Takumi.'
Seeing this, Sasori silently judged Konan in his heart.
If he knew that the woman in front of him was Konan, even his puppet face would probably widen its eyes in surprise.
She was truly worlds apart from the Konan he knew.
In the Akatsuki,
The impression Konan had always given him was one of coldness, efficiency, and being Pain's mouthpiece.
But the woman in front of him was completely a woman in love.
So it's hard to imagine Konan becoming such a woman.
In the utter silence,
Everyone's eyes were on Takumi.
His expression was focused and serious, his movements completely without disorder, possessing a kind of inexplicable rhythm.
Even the sound of the scissors opening and closing seemed like a beautiful melody.
Everyone was immersed in it, no one making a single sound to disturb this scene, which seemed like a beautiful painting.
"Ah, finally..."
Naruto, who had finally finished cleaning up the broken glass and stood up wanting to stretch, was immediately covered by Sakura, who covered his mouth and nose.
Unable to breathe, he struggled to pry Sakura's hands away, but Sakura's gaze was fixedly staring at Takumi, completely unaware that Naruto was currently in a state of suffocation.
"Sakura, if you don't let go soon, Naruto might die, you know."
Takumi, who was cutting hair and hadn't glanced over once, suddenly spoke.