As night gradually fell, a cool breeze began to blow.
It felt wonderfully refreshing against the skin, with just a hint of chill.
But Otsutsuki Puushiki was trembling all over, his eyes filled with utter despair.
He stared at the power bank being handed to him yet again, his lips twisting into a bitter smile.
Again?!
He knew this routine all too well!
They'd just finished a round! No—more like a dozen rounds!
From daytime to dusk! From sunrise to nightfall! From full of energy to utterly drained! From eager anticipation to the disgust he felt now!
He really didn't want to suck up any more!
And it wasn't just him. Even Killer B, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki being pushed in front of him, looked completely numb.
His entire face was stiff from top to bottom.
Like a puppet on strings, he was being casually manipulated by Uchiha Jin.
Told to take a pill, he took a pill. Told to get close to Pu Shi, he got close to Pu Shi. Told to raise his arm, he raised his arm.
He'd completely lost the ability to think for himself.
No— even Gyūki, in the Consciousness Space inside him, had its tail drooping behind it, dull and lifeless.
It had been dead for a while now.
It was a tailed beast! One of the most powerful forces in the Shinobi World!
When had it ever been used as a charging station?
This was a complete disgrace! How could it ever show its face among the tailed beasts again?
But resisting was out of the question. It couldn't resist at all.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to it: if the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki could be treated like this, what about the One-Tail, the Two-Tails, or even the Nine-Tails?
At the thought, its drooping tail suddenly