She hovered there, her white robes fluttering, her face utterly expressionless.
She was judging, thinking, deciding whether these two were worthy of her trust.
Black Zetsu's words had worked, but only enough to make her stop attacking.
Trust? She had lived for over a thousand years, been betrayed by her own sons, and been sealed inside the cold moon, enduring loneliness and darkness day and night.
She would not trust anyone easily.
Genya looked into her eyes and understood everything in them.
Unless he beat some sense into this woman, she would never listen.
The Truth-Seeking Orbs were too troublesome. One touch would turn him to ash. Susanoo could not withstand them, and neither could Wood Release.
He drew a deep breath and sank his consciousness into the System Space.
The gift packs were still piled there, glowing dimly.
Every one was bound to a girl of the Uchiha Clan, from Chinatsu to Akari, from Akane to the young women whose names he could barely remember.
Each gift pack displayed an affection score: ninety-five percent, ninety-six percent, ninety-seven percent. The highest was ninety-nine percent.
Dozens of gift packs, dozens of lights, floated in the System Space like a sleeping sea of stars.
As the Uchiha Clan's leader, I'm duty-bound to protect its girls.
Even he thought that excuse was a little shameless, but this was not the time to dwell on it.
System, open all bond gift packs.
In that instant, Genya's body seemed to ignite.
Purple chakra erupted from within him, pouring straight out of every pore like a flood bursting through a dam, like a volcano erupting.
His hair stood on end under the rushing air, and his clothes snapped wildly. The rock beneath his feet began to crack, the fractures spreading outward all the way to Hashirama's