"Wah! Y-You little brat, how could you just say anything like that?!"
Hearing Little Momo's exaggerated claim, Fang Mo noticed looks of shock and suspicion slowly appearing on everyone else's faces. He hurriedly shouted, "Your dad obviously loves you very much! Stop messing around and change back already!"
"Really?"
Little Momo asked skeptically.
"Of course! Why else would I have brought you all the way here?" Fang Mo spread his hands. "Couldn't I have just left you at home to do your homework?"
"Then..."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment.
"Alright, alright."
Seeing that, Fang Mo raised a hand and rubbed her head twice. "It's not your time to make an appearance yet. Bear with it a little longer, be good..."
"Okay."
After Fang Mo patted her head twice, Little Momo finally answered in a muffled voice.
Immediately afterward, black-purple ghostly light flared up. Her body, like that of an apocalyptic demonic dragon, began shrinking at a visible rate until she finally returned to human form.
Seeing this, Fang Mo cooperatively snapped his fingers.
The Pocket Watch of Time Stream activated. The clothing fragments scattered across the ground rapidly gathered together. By the time the ghostly light slowly faded, the harmless, adorable little girl from before had returned. As Fang Mo's control over his own power had grown ever more proficient, not even an accidental exposure occurred.
"Alright, misunderstanding resolved."
Fang Mo clapped his hands and turned to address everyone. "What were we about to do again? We can keep going now..."
"Y-You... what exactly is wrong with you?!"
Unlike Fang Mo, who acted as though nothing had happened, Toriko nearly dropped to his knees once the pressure vanished. An overwhelming sense of weakness surged up from within him. Panting heavily, he could not help demanding, "...Are you really