Sakura looked down and found Naruto with his eyes rolled back, having fainted.
"As expected of a violent girl, even her own teammate has fallen victim."
Ino snickered on the side.
Sakura was completely dumbfounded.
She had only instinctively covered Naruto's mouth, not realizing she had also covered his nose.
"Um, I didn't mean to."
Sakura looked up to explain to Takumi, not even thinking that the person she should apologize to was Naruto.
"Alright, quickly treat Naruto."
Kakashi helplessly stepped forward. His team really was troublesome.
Sasuke was a problem child, currently caught up in various negative syndromes from suddenly gaining power.
Naruto was also a problem child, always doing things to attract attention, hoping to get a reaction from others.
Sakura was similarly a problem child. Her crazy obsession with Takumi was already causing some trouble for those around her.
Yet she had absolutely no self-awareness.
Of course, there were many people like Sakura.
Ino, for example, was also like that.
But Ino's personality was slightly gentler than Sakura's.
"Wait a little longer, it's almost done."
Takumi ignored the farce over there, still whispering softly in Konan's ear in a gentle tone.
Konan's cheeks were flushed.
For the first time,
She felt her heartbeat was so powerful.
Being beside Takumi, she suddenly felt like she was alive.
Alive and vibrant.
This was a feeling she had never had while staying in the Akatsuki.
Perhaps, when she was a child with Yahiko and Nagato, she might have had this feeling.
But since Yahiko died, that feeling of being alive had disappeared.
But at this moment, the long-lost feeling returned to her.
She actually felt a hint of strangeness.
And a hint of being at a loss.
She wanted to say something,
But didn't know what to say.
Whenever this happened, she would suddenly wake up, remembering she was still hiding her identity and shouldn't speak casually to avoid attracting Sasori's attention.
This inevitably gave her a sense of disappointment.
She clearly wanted to talk to Takumi.
But circumstances restricted her, preventing her from freely communicating with him.
Though she had many things she wanted to say inside, this feeling of having words at the tip of her tongue but not knowing how to express them gave her both the sweetness of love
And the distress of the gap between their identities.
She was a member of the Akatsuki, while Takumi was a hero of Konoha.
Their identities stood on opposite sides.
Yet her heart was wildly beating for Takumi.
At this moment, she felt she had betrayed the friendship of Nagato and Yahiko.
But at the same time, she deeply hoped that Takumi could end the Akatsuki.
The current Akatsuki was completely and utterly different from the organization the three of them had originally founded.
If Yahiko were still alive, seeing the Akatsuki like this would probably make him very disappointed.
Although it felt very, very slow to Konan,
In reality, not much time had passed.
Takumi didn't make any drastic changes to Konan's hair.
After all, Konan's hair was in a perfect state.
What Takumi did was simply trim Konan's hairstyle to make it neater, making her look more capable.
If she could wear a secretary outfit, her beauty would probably skyrocket immediately.
Konan's main role in the Akatsuki was roughly being the secretary by Nagato's side.
"Alright, miss, it's finished."
Takumi whispered softly in her ear.
"Ah..."
She let out a reluctant sigh, then quickly covered her mouth again.
That was involuntary; she wanted to stay by Takumi's side longer.
But she quickly remembered that Sasori was still nearby.
If she let Sasori notice her covert identity and got exposed, it would be bad.
Although Sasori might not necessarily do such a thing,
With his position unclear currently, she naturally had to be sufficiently cautious.
Forcing herself not to look at Sasori to observe his expression, Konan quickly stood up, covered her cheeks, and ran out.
"That sound just now... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."
Sasori looked at Konan's fleeing back and said thoughtfully.
"Maybe you happened to hear it on the street."
Takumi covered for Konan, then turned to the onlookers and said with a smile, "Alright, business is now officially open. Next, anyone who gets their hair cut by this barber, Mr. Sasori, will also receive my guidance on the side!"
The people who had initially lacked interest suddenly became interested again.
Even though they couldn't have Takumi personally do their hair,
Just getting his advice was worth it to them.
As long as it was anything remotely related to Takumi, they were willing to pay for it.
Instantly, a crowd rushed in, filling dozens of chairs in seconds.
"Well, customers are here. Time to serve them."
Takumi said with a smile. "By the way, do you still have puppets? If not, I can lend you some."
"No need."
Sasori sighed, then took out a scroll and summoned some puppet hands.
It was just haircutting; hands capable of holding scissors were enough. There was no need to bring out entire puppet bodies.
They would obstruct the view and increase the difficulty of manipulation.
Although this difficulty was nothing for Sasori,
If he could save energy, it was better to do so.
And so, countless puppet hands could be seen floating in the air inside the shop, holding scissors, combs, and other tools.
At first glance, it was quite scary.
But seeing these hands, under Sasori's control, dutifully cutting the customers' hair, it actually looked somewhat interesting.
Takumi also fulfilled his promise, offering suggestions to every customer who requested them.
This level of advice was, of course, a piece of cake for Takumi.
With Takumi's help,
Sasori's barber career in Konoha, though a bit bumpy at the start, proceeded relatively smoothly.
As for Konan,
After escaping the crowd,
She immediately pulled out a mirror.
She carefully examined the hair Takumi had trimmed for her, with his whispers still echoing in her ears.
Her cheeks unconsciously became even more flushed.
"Hmm? Who are you? Have I seen you somewhere before?"
A somewhat familiar voice reached Konan's ears.
Her spirits jolted, and the redness on her face immediately receded, her expression turning cold again.
She looked up and was shocked to find two towering peaks blocking her entire view.
Stepping back two steps to see clearly who it was, Konan's pupils suddenly contracted.
The person coming was none other than one of the Legendary Sannin like her and Nagato's teacher, Tsunade.
At this moment, Tsunade was standing with her arms crossed, making her peaks even more prominent, looking at Konan with a thoughtful gaze.
She felt she had seen Konan somewhere before,
But she couldn't remember where.
This was natural,
After all, it was during the Second Shinobi World War.