"Spill it, where's Koharu?" Gin hoisted the puffed-up girl, waving a fist the size of a sandbag. "Or face the house rules."
"Heh." She rolled her delicate eyes, sneering mockingly. "I don't believe you'd—ow, ow, ow!"
"Got plenty of experience with brats like you." Blowing on his fist, Gin marveled at his knuckle-rap precision, ready to add a new taijutsu secret to his arsenal.
"You don't play fair!" Tears welled as she clutched the lump on her head, trembling voice accusing him. "You hit me, Uchiha Koharu!"
"That's right, I'm hitting Uchiha Koharu!" Unfazed by disobedient kids, Gin laid her across his lap, raising a righteous palm to her plump, springy target for family discipline.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The crisp sounds echoed across the battlefield.
"You spanked me!" Koharu's blackened face burned with shame, unable to escape his iron grip.
"Huh? Stand still!"
"Wah, I won't do it again!" Collapsing, she clutched her rear, tears falling, too scared to meet the devilish man's gaze.
Tch, her feel's almost as good as Tobirama's. Shaking his slightly red hand, Gin compared her to the Senju kid. Honestly, Tobirama's just a tad better. He shook his head, lamenting the Uchiha's neglect of children's healthy development.
"Now, who are you really?" Squatting, he patted the sniffling girl, flashing a "kind" smile, asking softly.
"Don't come near me!" She clutched the dark green cloak, wrapping herself, her exposed head trembling.
Seeing her trauma—shaking at his approach—Gin scratched his chin, sighing. Guess I broke her. No answers now.
With the situation urgent, he'd investigate Koharu's anomaly later. He stopped pressing her.
Worried about the chilly Susanoo heights, he kindly reattached her cloak's hood to prevent a cold. "Huh? Gin, where are we?"
The moment the hood went on, her aura shifted from violent to serene. Raising a surprised face, no longer manic, she looked around, puzzled, and spoke.
"You're Koharu?" Gin asked, "ferociously" wary of a trap.
"Are you dumb? Haha!" His stunned look made her giggle.
Still cautious, Gin used his dusty sensory skill, finding only goodwill, easing his mind.
"Remember what just happened?" Pointing at the cherry-red Susanoo, he asked, "You chased me with that mech, slashing for ages."
"What?!" Shocked, she covered her mouth. "No way! My Susanoo can only form hands. I haven't learned more!"
After receiving Gin's Mangekyo, she was sealed before mastering Susanoo, only able to form a stage-one skeletal frame. In fights, Yasaka Magatama, Amaterasu, and Kagutsuchi swept teams, with Tsukuyomi for duels—no need for Susanoo. She'd only wished for a stronger one when ambushed.
"Then dispel it. Uncle needs backup." With Koharu normal, Gin prioritized Tajima's 1v2, especially against the cunning Wangliang.
She obediently dispelled the half-body Susanoo, climbing onto Gin's back. Ignoring propriety, he lifted her light frame, sprinting toward Tajima.
"Ah~" A soft moan escaped as his hands grazed her sore spot, her face flushing. The pain, mixed with a strange sensation, made the naive girl tremble, her heated body squirming.
"Stop moving!" Feeling her restlessness, Gin lightly smacked, warning her.
"Ahh!" Another smack drew a yelp. She slumped on his sturdy back, panting, silent.
Reaching Tajima, Gin found no epic battle. Both sides stood still, five eyes locked on him, brimming with questions.
"Why the stares? No fighting? Ready for my mediation?" Confused, Gin noted Yao's usual venom toward Tajima—wanting to tear him apart—yet now, eerie calm.
"What was that jutsu? I've never seen it," Yao, of all people, asked, curiosity sparked by the technique that subdued Susanoo.
Four more eyes awaited Gin's answer eagerly.
"Oh, that?" Settling Koharu, who stumbled from Susanoo's toll, he began. "See, left hand's earth, right hand's water, then—bam—clap them together."
Earnestly, he raised his hands, yellow earth chakra in one, blue water in the other. Under stunned gazes, he clapped, blending the chakras. A pale green glow emanated, a vibrant life force spilling out, shattering the experts' worldviews.
Gin's stunt sent their blood pressure soaring. Yao nearly keeled over, saved only by Wangliang's care.
"You think we're idiots?" Yao shakily pointed, cursing. If Gin weren't his grandson, a pupil technique would've taught him manners.
"I speak truth, buddy."
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