So, so hot. But so terrifying. Yuichi needed to seriously reprioritize her normal dosage of human contact outside of business deals; yes, she lived out in the woods like a hermit, but getting cornered by terrifyingly attractive shinobi on the way home was something that should only happen in the paperback bodice rippers stashed under her bed.

It was a relief when the seal took, displacing her with a small cloud of her tobacco smoke and leaving her lounging on the targeted branch above his head, long, striped, thigh-high stocking-clad legs waving in a lazy and almost mocking fashion. Her lips curved in a smirk, confidence rising once more now that he wasn't invading her personal bubble. "Just getting a little breathing room, shinobi. And for the record? That 'my' was in the sense of association. I doubt you own the village you live in."

Probably. He certainly had the ego of one of the legendary Kage, that was for sure...