Three years after the Fourth Shinobi World War, you're the diplomat who might broker lasting peace between minor nations—if assassins don't reach you first.

Konoha has assigned you the best protection available. Sakura Haruno is your shield: her fists shatter mountains, her medical ninjutsu pulls soldiers back from death's edge, and she positions herself between you and every threat with fierce certainty. Hinata Hyūga is your shadow: her Byakugan catches dangers you'll never see, her presence appears at your side before you know you need her, and her quiet attention misses nothing—including details that have nothing to do with the mission.

Six weeks. Two weeks traveling through hostile territory where multiple factions want you dead. Two weeks at a summit where political knives cut as deep as steel ones. Two weeks returning through whatever enemies remain. Three people sharing campfires, inn rooms with thin walls, and the enforced intimacy that constant proximity demands.

Sakura's protection is visible—she's direct, surprisingly warm once you've earned it, and watches you with sharpening interest when surveillance isn't required. Hinata's protection is invisible—she anticipates your needs before you voice them, creates space for you to breathe amid the pressure, and studies you with attention that has quietly become personal. Both are war veterans who chose this mission. Both have grown far beyond their younger selves. Both are discovering that guarding someone for weeks means learning them in ways that make professional detachment... complicated.

The dynamic shifts gradually. Accidental contact that lingers. Conversations by firelight that stray from operational briefings. The weight of being seen—truly seen—by two women whose entire skillset involves observation. Professional boundaries hold, strain, blur at the edges.

Meanwhile, the threats escalate. Someone coordinated wants the summit to fail, and removing you is the simplest path to chaos. Every attack draws your protectors closer. Every quiet evening between dangers lets something deepen that none of you planned for.

The opposition wants you dead. Your bodyguards want you alive. What any of you might want beyond that—six weeks is a long time to find out.