A finally understood Kekkei Tōta. The damn thing really did eliminate people.
Whoever used it got eliminated. Watching Ōnoki clutch his chest in heart-wrenching pain beside him, A wore a face full of schadenfreude.
That afternoon, Ōnoki obediently paid his fine and walked out of the Uchiha Police Station, his heart aching.
A was all smiles. He had paid a fine too, and it was no small sum, but for some reason, he felt wonderfully refreshed.
The two oddly shaped men emerged from the Uchiha Police Station wearing completely opposite expressions, and quite a few passersby pointed at them.
"What does Kumogakure plan to do next?" Ōnoki asked, unable to hide the exhaustion on his face.
"Didn't we agree to get together for a group discount on accommodations? Mabui and the others are already waiting there," A said, his face full of smiles in stark contrast.
"No need. We'll find another way to arrange accommodations," Ōnoki said, waving wearily before turning and floating away.
Watching Ōnoki leave, A clutched his stomach and roared with laughter.
As he made his way down the street, Ōnoki took out his phone and called his son.
"Kitsuchi, how are things on your end?" Ōnoki's weary voice came through the phone.
"Don't worry, Father. We kept your words firmly in mind. The moment you shouted Dust Release, I took everyone and ran. Don't worry, Father, not a single one of us was injured," Kitsuchi told his father with a hint of pride, hoping to cheer him up after hearing the exhaustion in his voice.
"Good, good. That's good news." A rare smile appeared on Ōnoki's pale face.
"Then what do we do next, Father? Should we go find the people from Kumogakure and work together on group discounts?" Kitsuchi asked.
"No. We've already spent a