"Yo, getting used to the new surroundings?" Akimichi Denji greeted him with a smile.
Yet his hands showed no courtesy at all. He moved straight toward Killer B and decisively activated the Taotie Technique.
Killer B was now receiving Konoha's professional medical care and no longer fell into a comatose state every day like he had a few days ago.
The Eight-Tails and chakra inside him had been tightly suppressed by the Sealing Team using the most rigorous Sealing Jutsu. His entire body was firmly bound to the hospital bed with iron chains, though someone did feed him three meals a day.
Killer B had not forgotten the inhuman torment he had suffered when he first fell into this brat's hands. Whenever he regained consciousness, he could clearly feel the muscles throughout his body being mercilessly severed.
Back then, whenever Denji noticed signs that he was waking up, he was inevitably greeted by a chop to the neck.
Now that he had been transferred to the Detention Center, he had completely lost his freedom, but at least he no longer had to endure that inhumane, rough treatment.
Still, one thing left Killer B deeply puzzled. This time, when he woke up, the torn muscles in his legs had clearly been restored by Medical Ninjutsu, yet he could not even stand steadily.
It felt as though his body had been hollowed out.
When he saw Akimichi Denji approaching, Killer B stared at him warily and glared. "You little bastard, what are you trying to do now?"
The smile on Akimichi Denji's lips deepened. He stretched out a hand and forcibly pressed Killer B back down as he tried to rise.
"Relax, old man. There'll be plenty more good days like this ahead," Denji said with a grin.
After all, with the