"I'll bear your anger."
Wuye stepped over the shards strewn across the floor and walked toward Hanabi with a calm expression.
A flash of irritation crossed Hanabi's pale eyes.
She wanted to see Wuye looking nervous, wanted to see panic on his face—not this composure.
"Do you think you've got Hanabi and me wrapped around your finger?!"
Hanabi's voice suddenly rose, and she lifted her chin slightly.
Of course, Wuye could guess what she was thinking and what she needed.
As a master of emotions, he could habitually analyze the problems between them.
But when it came to what measures to take in the end, he would not let reason drive him. He let his feelings take the lead.
After all, emotions were irrational. Someone absolutely rational could never obtain genuine feelings.
So Wuye did not choose the most correct response. Instead, he let himself follow the flow of his emotions.
After what happened with Hanabi and Hinata, along with Mikoto's sudden outburst...
Right now... he just wanted to get beaten up.
"Hanabi, I'm very sorry, but you have a choice. I... don't."
Wuye looked into Hanabi's eyes without blinking.
"Huff... huff..."
Hanabi clenched her little fists. The kitten in her arms rose and fell with her faint panting.
"Ha!"
Suddenly, she raised a palm and struck across Wuye's chest.
With a bang, Wuye did not move at all.
"Again."
He smiled faintly.
Hanabi raised her little face to look at him. Gradually, her face scrunched up. "Don't think I can't bring myself to hit you just because you won't resist!"
"Mm, I never thought that."
Wuye was still smiling.
Seeing that infuriating look on his face, Hanabi's anger burned hotter and hotter.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!..."
Her slender little hands unleashed the Gentle Fist. Their destructive power was anything but