The Strongest Jinchūriki Needs the Strongest Tailed Beast

"That's more like it, Little Eight easily taken down. I'm rooting for you, Little Blackie."

Kushina put her hands on her hips and laughed smugly.

Big Sis?

Very good, not bad at all.

As for Killer B's nickname, seeing how the kid was dark and skinny, she would reluctantly call him Little Blackie.

Jingyi: "..."

What on earth are you two up to? Big Sis, Little Blackie.

Nine-Tails, isn't your Jinchūriki going too far!

Eight-Tails refused to accept this. What was that about Little Eight easily taken down? Was the old man really that weak?

Ahem, ahem!!

Kurama coughed once:

"Even though Kushina's words aren't very nice, Eight-Tails, you aren't young anymore either. Why bother arguing with a little girl? Besides, you aren't all that strong anyway."

Eight-Tails: "..."

Seeing that the friendly exchange between the two Jinchūriki had ended, Jingyi walked up and looked at them:

"It looks like your communication went pretty well, so I can rest easy now. Kushina, make time in the future to educate your little underling. Everyone's calling you Big Sis already, you have to show some face."

"Hehe, I will."

Hearing this, Kushina was instantly overjoyed. She chuckled and even kicked Killer B, who was lying on the ground:

"Little Blackie, why are you still lying there? Do you want me to pull you up?"

"No, no, no, no, I can get up."

Crying without tears, Killer B hurriedly rolled over and scrambled to his feet. Even though his whole body ached, the consequence of not getting up might just be another brutal beating.

He didn't want to experience a miserable ordeal like that again.

"As long as you can get up. Right, I heard from Jingyi and Little Blondie that you really like mumbling and singing?"

"N... no way, just occasionally..."

Killer