Samui's fine-ass kept her even, cold glare for the rest of the day.It was fair to say that the cloud trio got no information out of the Uzumaki.Omoi w...uld try to talk to the Uzumaki alone.Line BreakDespite Konoha being mostly in shambles, Omoi could not deny that the village was beautiful, if not a bit humid.The dark-skinned teenager walked through the streets with a carefree attitude, both hands delved deep into his pockets.He was on his way to talk to Naruto one-on-one with a different. Female undergarments – other than push-up brassieres – had long since been dispensed with, and now could be found only in museums and at antique and collectable sales. At the end of the day, they’d toss their uniforms in a pile, from which they’d be reissued the following work day. The smocks were old, stained and smelled of sweat. They were never washed, simply worn by female after female until they disintegrated to the point they could’t be worn. It didn’t matter who wore the smock. But Elle was peeking out of the corner of her eye.She was exhausted. She had undressed and put on a t-shirt while he was in the shower and was waiting for him with her hands covering her breasts. She could see IT in the mirror. A long pink thing hanging from his belly, and those ball things.He put on shorts and went to the other bed. Elle's heart was racing. Did he not like her? She liked him. He lay down under his sheets and she looked at him. She thought he was beautiful. She wanted to thank. And make them as airtight as you possibly can. Some smell will get out, that can’t be helped. But my next suggestion will remove most of what’s left.”“You’ve been putting them in the wrong place. You’ve been putting them at your eye level. Here’s a question for you. If something is at eye level for a 6-foot man, where will it be for a 10-foot Mr. Fuzzy? Right about waist level for him. So, if he does come along, and he has a head cold and the sniffles, a plugged-up nose, well, right at the.