Otohime's sharp eyes spotted Young Naruto leaning against the second-floor railing, and her gold-and-silver Rinnegan immediately lit up.
This might be the only thing she could beat Young Naruto at.
She raised her arm, waving the Game Controller in her hand at Young Naruto upstairs, and called out in her childish yet cocky voice:
"Hey, Hokage! Want to play a couple of rounds?"
"I'll pass."
Young Naruto raised the steaming teacup in his hand and declined calmly.
"Fighting games like that... are too boring. If you wanted to fight me for real, I might be a little interested."
He actually found it rather amusing.
Who would have thought Otohime was a gaming addict? Still, it wasn't strange for someone newly introduced to games to get hooked.
At Young Naruto's words, Otohime, who had been swaggering around like the god of gaming just moments earlier, involuntarily shuddered.
She had no intention of fighting this menace.
Whether it was being effortlessly subdued in the alternate dimension or having her eyes forcibly borrowed afterward, both experiences had left her deeply wary of Young Naruto.
A fight? That would just be a one-sided beating!
Having said his piece, Young Naruto ignored Otohime and strolled leisurely down the wooden staircase, teacup in hand.
He walked straight over to Otohime on the sofa, then, under everyone's curious gazes, reached out with his free hand and grabbed her ear.
"Ow, ow, ow! What art thou doing? Release me!"
Otohime immediately cried out, trying to slap his hand away with her little hands, but she couldn't budge it.
Young Naruto didn't let go. Instead, he tugged a little harder, pulling her small head closer, then leaned toward her ear and warned her in a low voice only the two of them could hear:
"Listen. If you dare secretly