The Gossip's Aftermath Was Bland Compared to the Fried Chicken in My Hand

"Uh, now that you mention it..."

Prompted by Uchiha Hikari's Heavenly Descent reminder, Uchiha Gin belatedly realized that the purple-haired, big-breasted, baby-faced girl in his arms really did seem to be a chosen one who combined some of his XP preferences.

"No, you've misunderstood. I only met her a few minutes ago."

"You'd only just met, yet you were already eager to come to a place like this to get to know each other better. No wonder she traveled all this way to find you."

Senju Itama clenched her fist, veins bulging across it, and spoke through gritted teeth, each word deliberate.

"Crack!"

As she spoke, the tiles beneath her feet crumbled to pieces with a mournful cry. They were the source of the web-like cracks spreading across the floor.

"Sigh... you... sigh..."

Uchiha Chiri let out several complicated sighs. On the surface, she seemed to be lamenting Uchiha Gin's grave mistake, but in truth, she was cursing her own cowardice. Her cool gaze fell upon the dispirited Hydrangea, and her brows unconsciously furrowed slightly.

The two of them were pretty similar in most respects. Their chests were evenly matched, and compared to hair color, her younger sister's purple was even more authentic.

Could it be that she lost because of her face?

"Words are useless. Have you decided how you want to die?"

Compared to Senju Itama and Uchiha Chiri, who at least matched one or two of the three preferences, Uchiha Hikari matched none. She stepped forward, cold Dojutsu Power emanating from her eyes. With just one glance, she left the bewildered Hydrangea reeling.

"Can't there be a little more trust and a little less misunderstanding between us?"

Uchiha Gin looked at Hydrangea in his arms, her eyes unfocused, his face full of helplessness.

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