"What is this?"
Seemingly realizing that the other man did not intend to put him through countless cycles of death, Itachi looked at the towering object and asked curiously.
Shinji's attention was entirely on the Gundam, so he answered offhandedly, "A Gundam. A giant robot. It's a man's kind of romance. You wouldn't understand."
Itachi immediately felt offended.
But there was nothing he could do.
This was the other man's Tsukuyomi World, and he could not break out of it at all.
A single second outside had been stretched out indefinitely here, so although the two of them had already spent a long time here, in reality, not even a thousandth of a second might have passed.
Then he watched the other man create one strange thing after another, having the time of his life while forgetting all about his "enemy."
What could he do? Were Gundams not cool enough, or were Transformers not flashy enough?
If Shinji wasted this precious time dealing with a hopeless brother fanatic instead of playing with mechs, wouldn't that mean B-Robo Kabutack had knocked him in the head?
"What is this thing, then?"
"Kamen Rider... Oh, you wouldn't understand even if I explained. Stop asking questions and go sit over there."
Shinji impatiently sent Itachi away. To keep him from being a nuisance, he even materialized a separate area specifically for him to sit and drink tea...
Itachi was dumbfounded too. For some reason, after being treated as a nuisance, he actually felt vaguely displeased.
What did he mean, I wouldn't understand?
It's just a man's kind of romance!
I'm a man too!
When Sasuke was little, his favorite toy had been the wooden kunai Itachi carved himself. He would play with it all day. Had Itachi ever bragged about that?
Hah, men!
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