Smack!
Smack, smack, smack!
That slap was like a bucket of cold water, dousing all of Pu Shi's elation and power.
Even the smile at the corner of his mouth was slapped away.
He stared blankly down below, then held up his hands and stared at them too.
For a moment, his brain seemed to short-circuit.
He—Otsutsuki Puushiki—had just been beaten again? Again?!
And slapped right in the face!
Hadn't anyone ever told them not to hit people in the face?
The local brats had no manners at all!
He finally came to his senses and pointed at Uchiha Jin below, ready to curse him out. "Damn it, you actually hit me again—Ugh!!"
Smack!
Another resounding slap rang out, just as expected.
Jiraiya let go of all his worries. He didn't even want to sense anything anymore, let alone put on his face paint.
Beside him, the future Sasuke slowly relaxed his grip on the Kusanagi Sword.
That weight in his heart?
Uchiha Jin had slapped it clean away.
Why would he need to worry about his second brother?
To borrow his brother's words, it was simply—making a mountain out of a molehill!
If Otsutsuki Puushiki up there could hurt his second brother, he'd eat his hat!
Smack, smack, smack!
After another flurry of slaps, Pu Shi hurriedly raised his hands and shouted, "Stop, stop, stop!"
"Hm?" Uchiha Jin tilted his head.
"I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding between us." Pu Shi spoke quickly, afraid that if he was too slow, another slap would land.
He covered his mouth, which was starting to swell again, and looked at Uchiha Jin earnestly.
"Since you restored me, you must have a reason, right?"
"If that's the case, just tell me! If there's anything I can do to help, I,