He asked indifferently.
"About the same as last time. Sorry for troubling you, Master."
Thousand Eyes raised his blood-soaked hand.
"Would Master like a look?"
The man said with interest, "Then let me see."
Thousand Eyes opened his hand, palm up.
Because of the blood's thickness, Thousand Eyes's spread fingers seemed glued together.
The man waited a moment before finally seeing what Thousand Eyes was holding.
There were two flat, semicircular objects in each hand.
Blood and grime clung to them, making it impossible to tell what they originally were.
"You've already digested more than half of them. Keep them for yourself."
After giving them a glance, the man simply walked into the darkness.
Thousand Eyes clenched his fist again.
"Let them recover for a while this time. Next time, you can go play with them."
The man's voice rang out again.
"Yes." Thousand Eyes's reply held not a trace of emotion.
Like a machine carrying out orders.
When Kitahara Kaede felt his consciousness clear.
He was already back in the ninja world.
The first thing Kitahara Kaede did after getting up.
Was check whether his body was intact.
When he found that he had not lost any arms or legs.
Kitahara Kaede finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness."
"Thank goodness for what?"
A familiar voice sounded beside Kitahara Kaede.
"Ten-Tails?"
Kitahara Kaede was puzzled.
Usually, when he muttered to himself like this, the Ten-Tails would not take the initiative to respond.
Yet now, he actually heard the Ten-Tails's voice.
"What's going on? A complete change in temperament?"
Kitahara Kaede asked curiously.
Then the Ten-Tails's indignant voice reached him.
"You're the one who's had a complete change in temperament! Can't you see I'm right beside you?"
Only then did Kitahara Kaede look beside him.
A miniature version of