But Machi actually couldn't attack him.
Machi suddenly asked, "How is the Phantom Troupe doing now?"
She had wanted to ask that question for a long time.
Her last memory was of a gun-wielding gang member rushing at her. She had realized something was wrong, but it was already too late. The gang member threw down his gun and picked up a knife, and then he plunged into darkness.
But she knew someone had set the troupe up.
"I'm not really sure." Hyuga Akira smiled. "Besides, this isn't your old world anymore. I really don't know how things are going there."
Machi watched Hyuga Akira impassively. Her intuition told her he was lying.
"Another world? Is this some strange Nen ability?"
"No, I mean it literally." Hyuga Akira spread his hands. "Welcome to the world of shinobi."
Machi frowned. Her intuition told her Hyuga Akira wasn't lying.
"Give me proof."
"Tomorrow." Hyuga Akira rubbed his chin, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Machi couldn't help folding her arms over her chest. "What are you planning?"
She had a bad feeling.
Hyuga Akira smiled. "You can't attack me, so does that mean you'll obey my orders too?"
Machi stared at him coldly without answering. Threads simply appeared between her fingers.
She indeed couldn't kill Hyuga Akira, but she could choose to kill herself.
"Clean the whole house for me," Hyuga Akira ordered.
Machi found that her body had stopped obeying her and stood up on its own.
Making a woman skilled at killing clean a house!!
Her bad feeling had certainly been justified.
Hyuga Akira plopped onto the sofa and looked at Machi with disdain. "I'm only thirteen. What were you thinking, you animal?"
A vein throbbed faintly on Machi's forehead.
This guy was even more annoying than