Drip.
Drip.
Above Konoha, rain fell, pattering against the ground.
The ground, already a complete mess from the great battle, had now turned even muddier and worse.
Otsutsuki Puushiki, lying in a crater, had now become thoroughly drenched.
Pride?
Nobility?
Dignity?
All had been trampled into the mud.
"I didn't ask you to make soup. This guy is a noble member of the Ōtsutsuki Clan. I need to control him."
Uchiha Jin waved a hand.
His Spore God might not work, and Shisui had been shutting himself in his room all day...
It was time to drag him out for a spin.
"Understood." Shisui nodded. In his eyes, the Three Tomoe Sharingan appeared in an instant.
The three tomoe spun rapidly, soon transforming into the shape of black shuriken!
He looked at Pu Shi on the ground, and a thought crossed his mind.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump-thump!
At that moment, everything around the outskirts of the Forest of Death fell silent.
Only the sound of heartbeats remained, echoing without end.
The light in the three golden eyes of Pu Shi gradually softened.
It was no longer so dazzling.
Splash.
The rain above grew heavier.
It fell in a steady patter, joining into a stream, then gathering into a curtain that came pouring down.
Pu Shi looked up at the sky. Feeling the coolness on his face, a thought suddenly arose in his heart:
Let all this rain fall...
Three minutes later.
"Cough, cough..." Shisui suddenly coughed twice. Looking at the birdman on the ground, he said softly, "Kotoamatsukami seems to have... only worked so-so."
"It's fine. Once it's cooled down, you can give it another shot."
Jin waved a hand, not minding at all.
He could tell that although Pu Shi wasn't completely under control, his hostility toward Konoha—
Or rather,