The Otsutsuki Under Spectatorship

Kanami wanted to laugh. "But the Otsutsuki aren't normal people themselves."

Everyone: "..."

"That makes sense."

Minato Namikaze soon noticed that Momoshiki Otsutsuki did not merely have a Rinnegan in his right hand. There was also one in his left palm.

"What a strange creature. It actually has eyes growing on its hands..."

"Maybe it needs them to see when it wipes its ass."

Hashirama Senju spoke coldly, arms folded across his chest.

The moment he said that, the surroundings fell silent.

That joke was really a little too cold.

"Tobirama, could you not tell cold jokes next time?"

Hashirama Senju spoke with a completely serious expression.

Tobirama Senju nodded. "Got it, big brother."

Everyone: ...

No, how could someone tell a cold joke, make things awkward, and then follow it with an even more awkward exchange...

Was this the innate ease of the Senju...

Damn it!

Could you send me back?!

I would rather die alone in that cold, empty space!

I didn't want to be here, treated like a monkey on display!

Momoshiki Otsutsuki roared inwardly.

Just then, he suddenly felt as though something had bitten his ass. It hurt a little.

"Hmm... His body is about as tough as ours ninja..."

Minato Namikaze held a bloodstained kunai in his hand.

Clearly, the biting sensation Momoshiki had felt just now had actually come from Minato Namikaze stabbing him in the ass with a kunai!

Damn it! I am a proud Otsutsuki!

Someone actually dared to stab me in the ass!

I'll kill all of you!

If I can return alive...

No! Even if I return dead!

I will absolutely wipe out your entire race of inferior creatures!

"Pfft—"

Minato Namikaze shoved the kunai back in, then pulled it out again.

The instant soreness made Momoshiki's toes curl.

Minato