The two of them began to cook busily, chatting while cooking.
During this process, Rasa bumped into Pakura from time to time.
Pakura also bumped back into Rasa without showing weakness; the atmosphere was very relaxed and happy.
After cooking a total of six dishes, the atmosphere became even more lively.
After Rasa finished bragging with some trivial knowledge from his previous life...
Pakura began to recount her interesting experiences during missions.
Rasa chimed in constantly, asking questions every few sentences, trying to understand other things not recorded in the original work.
This meal lasted for more than two hours.
Because she felt too hot during the drinking process, Pakura took off her jacket, wearing only a bra.
This allowed Rasa to feast his eyes frequently.
The atmosphere was very harmonious, but there was no ambiguity at all.
Another half an hour passed.
Because she had drunk too much, Pakura, whose face was completely red, looked at Rasa with dissatisfaction and pouted:
"It's not like my house doesn't have rooms. There are plenty of rooms for you to stay for a night. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"I recognize beds (have trouble sleeping in strange beds). I can't sleep soundly in other people's homes unless you can get me more drunk."
Rasa waved his hand. The blush on his face was much less.
Although Rasa hadn't drunk much alcohol in his previous life...
He could still handle the low alcohol content of the ninja world.
Pakura immediately punched Rasa a few times with her fist.
Because she was only wearing a bra now, and the force was too great, her full breasts on her chest shook incessantly.
Rasa looked at Pakura's continuously shaking massive breasts with a normal expression, then stared at the deep cleavage for a few more times.
Since he had already regarded Pakura as a "brother"...
Then he might as well look at the "brother's" welfare for free.
He waved his hand again:
"No need to see me out. You're only wearing this bra now. If you see me out, it's easy to expose yourself."
Pakura immediately waved her slender, fair arms a few times and said fiercely:
"If anyone dares to look at me, I'll punch his eyes out!"
After saying this, Pakura seemed to remember something suddenly. She patted her delicate head lightly.
Only the nearly drunk Pakura at this time could show the charm of a great beauty.
Pakura took out a bunch of keys from her pocket and handed them to Rasa:
"Here, these are the keys to my house's main gate and the gate to the second-floor stairs."
Rasa thought for a while, nodded, and put away the keys.
A look of surprise immediately appeared on Pakura's still-red face. She hugged Rasa fiercely and said happily:
"Really straightforward! I thought you would decline a few times."
Rasa also hugged her back unceremoniously.
If it were an opposite-sex friend, Rasa might still habitually avoid it and consider it.
But why be polite with a good brother?
Rasa put his hands on Pakura's smooth back, exposed because she was wearing only a bra.
At the same time, he quietly felt the two soft and bouncy breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
Although he couldn't feel her heartbeat because Pakura's breasts were too thick...
Rasa fully felt his own heartbeat getting faster and faster, and his little brother gradually rose.
Although he had already regarded Pakura as a good brother in his heart...
Pakura was, after all, a super beauty top-tier in all aspects. It was normal for Rasa to have a physiological reaction.
Feeling that if this continued, he might not be able to suppress the urge and would take Pakura right there and then...
Thinking that Pakura might resist desperately at that time, and the mode of interaction between him and her would disappear from then on, Rasa's heart twitched.
He hurried pushed Pakura away, walked straight out the door without even looking at her.
"Then I'm going back. See you tomorrow."
Pakura looked at the door with a flushed face, feeling her frantically beating heart, and murmured softly:
"Strange, why do I feel very sad and lost now? What exactly am I expecting in my heart? We were chatting very happily just now."
After voicing the doubt in her heart, Pakura touched the slightly sunken place in her lower body, like a steamed bun.
Just now, a very hard thing was pressing against her here.
She frowned strangely. Obviously, when Rasa hugged her at the beginning, there was no hidden weapon in his pants.
Why did a hidden weapon suddenly appear after hugging for a few seconds? And it was a stick-shaped hidden weapon.
The Ninja Academy in the Sand Village focused on combat education.
As for culture, students only needed to be able to read and write basic common characters.
As for sex education?
That was simply unmentionable.
The atmosphere in the Sand Village was similar to Rasa's previous life.
Adults avoided this topic like the plague in front of children.
They all held the idea that children would naturally understand these things when they grew up.
The fact was exactly so.
When the children of the Sand Village grew to a certain age, they would discuss such things with each other and slowly understand.
But there were exceptions.
That was Pakura.
In Pakura's growing environment from childhood to adulthood, there were few opposite-sex friends, only a few same-sex friends.
Although she knew about the defense between men and women and knew how to protect herself...
As long as any other man dared to stare straight at her for a few seconds or speak rudely, she would warn or even beat him up.
But she didn't know anything about the details of men and women.
It could be said that among people of Pakura's age in the Sand Village...
The one who knew the least about men and women was Pakura.
Her knowledge in this area was not even comparable to a normal twelve-year-old girl.
Because of this, she didn't understand the feelings in her heart, mistaking the love in her heart for friendship.
Rasa strolled through the streets, nodding in return to the villagers who greeted him from time to time.
Rasa looked at the crowd around him, which had begun to thin out.
These hurriedly coming and going civilians...
Worked hard all their lives, just fantasizing that one of their descendants could be selected as a Genin.
The status of Sand Village ninjas was much higher than that of Konoha Village ninjas.
After all, the villagers of Konoha were basically above the subsistence line and had been stable for a long time.
The Sand Village was the opposite. Because of the poor economy and little circulation of goods, ninety percent of the Sand Village villagers were at a stage of barely having enough food and clothing.
The cannon fodder Genin common in the original work...
In the eyes of the residents of the Sand Village, if their descendants became Genin, it would be capital to show off everywhere.
The mediocre Chunin in the original work actually had extremely high status.
Once someone in a civilian family became a Chunin, as long as they weren't unlucky enough to die after working for a few months...
It could be called a class leap.
Because of the severe lack of economic resources, they couldn't afford too many ninjas.
So the standard for selecting ninjas in the Sand Village was extremely strict.
This was also why the Sand Village was slightly stronger than Konoha in terms of low-level combat power.
Only one out of every three academy students in the Sand Village could become a preparatory Genin.
Roughly one out of every two preparatory Genin could become an official Genin.
It wasn't as loose as Konoha at all.
In Konoha's Ninja Academy, as long as you didn't slack off too much and didn't make any fatal principled mistakes...
You could basically become a Genin upon graduation, approaching 100% employment.
Thinking about these things, Rasa soon returned to the bathroom at home.
Casually taking off his jacket and habitually checking his pockets to see if there was anything he forgot to take out...
Rasa suddenly discovered that he had taken out three keys!
Rasa stared at the three keys. On the three keys of different colors, the numbers 1, 2, and 3 were written respectively.
"Pakura probably took the wrong ones. How could she give me the key to the bedroom too?"
After saying this, Rasa took off all his clothes.
He looked down at his 19-centimeter little brother and comforted:
"Don't worry, we definitely will if there's a chance."
After taking a shower, Rasa, who was still a bit drunk, directly forgot about his plan to check the affection list for people with negative affection.
He climbed onto the bed and fell asleep directly.
Rasa only felt his whole head was dizzy.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange room.
Before Rasa could react, an angry female voice somewhat familiar to him sounded:
"What sin did this old lady commit to actually dream of you, this perverted bastard, again!"
"Damn it, actually doing such excessive things to this old lady in last night's dream. This old lady is going to beat you to death!"