Tobi's fingertips had barely touched the stone bowl when it trembled slightly, erupting in dazzling Buddhist light in an instant.
The golden Buddhist light seemed almost solid and sent Tobi flying.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
Tobi rolled across the rooftop as though he were doing somersaults.
The wire-mesh fencing around the perimeter had already been melted by the demonic flames Fire Cart had spewed out. One careless move, and Tobi fell right off.
Grace stared, dumbfounded. This Superhuman had actually fallen off just like that? Was this for real?
At the last possible moment, Tobi caught the edge of the wall with the fingers of his right hand.
"Help! Help! I'm going to fall!"
Grace and the other officers exchanged strange looks. In the end, they all stayed exactly where they were.
His other arm reached up and hooked over the edge. Using it as support, Tobi hauled his entire body back up and lay panting at the edge of the rooftop.
"I nearly fell. Aren't you police officers? Why didn't you come save me? People these days are so heartless."
Tobi stood, dusted himself off, and complained.
The corners of Grace's mouth twitched a few times. A polite but distant smile appeared on her striking face.
Who would believe that an elusive Superhuman like you could fall to his death?
She could not help grumbling inwardly, either.
Whether it was Master Chiriku, righteous and deeply versed in Buddhist teachings, the murderous and vicious Sasori of the Red Sands, or Itachi, who had previously invaded the Metropolitan Police Department and coldly treated everyone as nothing more than freestanding signs, they all had the bearing of Superhumans-enigmatic and imposing.
But this Superhuman called Tobi was different. He joked around and moved with exaggerated gestures, like a clown.
They did not know whether