Shingetsu poked her head out from under the covers. After being yelled at by those two male ghosts, she was seriously annoyed-
How dare you yell at me? Who do you think you are?
Shingetsu narrowed her eyes. Paired with the little snow-white face peeking out of the covers, she still looked as adorable as a kitten, but an indescribable menace filled the air.
"Old Coot, try yelling at me again."
Shingetsu was growing at an astonishing rate. Her threats were no longer something these two male ghosts could take lightly.
If they really pissed her off, one casual glare from her Mystic Eyes of Death Perception would be enough to scatter both old coots' souls.
Seeing this, the Sage of Six Paths hurriedly reined in his anger.
In plain language, he knew when to chicken out.
He sighed mournfully, yet he was also deeply grateful that the Ōtsutsuki Clan's Origin God Tree had come to the Shinobi World.
Now, the two old coots spoke in almost pleading tones:
"You can keep Shukaku, but you have to send Indra back!"
The Sage of Six Paths knew full well that the Ōtsutsuki Clan would attack the Shinobi World sooner or later. His own bloodline was their greatest trump card against the Main Family.
If only Asura's line remained in that world, they would never be able to withstand the Ōtsutsuki Clan's invasion!
But Shingetsu nearly rolled her eyes at that. If he really meant it, this rotten old man was spectacularly clueless-
The Senju Clan was gone, and you did nothing.
The Uchiha Clan was gone, and you did nothing either.
Indra and Asura's descendants were on the verge of dying out, and you still wouldn't budge.
Now you suddenly want to get involved?
"I'm not sending him back."
Shingetsu rolled