Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning…
Greeting our moms right off the bat?
You, you polite little—!
Hearing Ye Wu Di's "courtesy," Root's five special jonins ground their teeth.
If they weren't outnumbered, they'd have ended him.
Show him why the flowers are so red!
"…"
While Root seethed at the family greetings, Hiashi and crew turned away—blind to it all.
Because ANBU's trio was staring!
Their look screamed:
Your son-in-law's manners—really okay?
Or is this Hyuga upbringing…?
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 666 points of negative emotions from Hyuga Elder!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning negative emotions from Hiashi Hyuga…
Even the elder couldn't save face.
"Uh, Hiashi—Wu Di's manners are… off. What now?"
Cough cough. "Fine. He's our son-in-law but not Hyuga blood. As long as Hinata's not corrupted."
"His polite greetings? Only for attackers. Shows good heart—no biggie."
Elder nodded. "Makes sense."
But just as Hiashi convinced him…
Ye Wu Di started more trouble!
And… dragged Hinata in!
Before all eyes, Ye Wu Di cradled Hinata.
Grabbed her boneless little hand, middle fingers up to Root's five.
"C'mon, Hinata—repeat after me: F*** your moms!"
"Eh? Brother Wu Di, th-that's… bad words! C-can I really say it?"
Hinata blinked big innocent eyes, staring pleadingly.
He flashed a sunny smile, gently pinching her cheek.
"Hinata's such a good, polite girl."
"But those killers—do we need to be polite?"
"Like those three who tried killing me and cute Hinata. Polite to them?"
"Mmm…"
Hinata tapped her pink cheek, thinking.
Soon, her eyes hardened with resolve.
"Brother Wu Di's right! Polite to good people, not bad guys!"
"Good girl, Hinata."
Ye Wu Di ruffled her hair softly.
Her cheeks flushed peach-ripe, juicy-sweet.
"B-Brother… so dizzy… ah… stars everywhere…"
Ye Wu Di knew: strike while hot!
Or she'd faint—no family greetings!
No farming points from Root and Hiashi?!
"C'mon: F*** your moms!"
"Okay! Hinata… f-f***… your… mooooms… thud!"
Under one-on-one coaching, Hinata spat the polite greeting—just before blackout.
Ye Wu Di smiled faintly.
Just family greetings—but from cute Hinata? Dragon roar vibes!
ROAR~ ROAR~ meow…
Yup—my wife's family greetings are adorable!
The instant she spoke and fainted…
Silence crashed the area.
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Hyuga Elder!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning negative emotions from Hyuga guards…
Hearing the system symphony, Ye Wu Di beamed.
Such crisp music—I love it!
But as Ye Wu Di basked in points…
Hiashi stared blankly at fainted Hinata, muttering:
"A son-in-law with this polite mouth… can I return him? Now?"
"Clan head… too late. Years together—Miss needs him."
"Needs him? Yeah… needs him."
Ye Wu Di…
I'll star you!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Hiashi Hyuga!
As Hiashi's crew fed points…
Root's special jonins hit breaking point.
Especially the captain—two teammates wasted—charged blade-out.
"You bastard! Endless lies—think I won't end you?!"
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Whoosh!
Before all eyes, he closed on Ye Wu Di.
ANBU and Hyuga elder snapped to—must protect him!
But as both teams moved…
Ye Wu Di's lips curved slyly.
"Told you the truth—you don't believe? Sigh."
"So kindly let my wife greet your families—and you're mad? What kinda people?"
Before all eyes, the jonin—who should've chopped Ye Wu Di—
Froze.
Three ANBU kunai pressed: neck, waist, crotch.
His four teammates? Pinning by Hyuga elder's crew.
Gulp gulp…
Staring at the near-kunai, he dropped his blade.
"I-I won't fight! Let us go—pretend tonight never happened?"
"You know: force it, we suicide! You get nothing—"
"Ada!"
Mid-threat, Ye Wu Di snatched a brick—smashed his forehead.
Bang! Bang! Bang…
~15 whacks later, the jonin flopped—out cold, maybe dead.
"Weak ass—posing in my face! Worst? Scared my cute wife Hinata faint!"
"Hmph! Deserved!"
"And you four…"
Finishing his pursuer, Ye Wu Di turned to the pinned four.
Flashed an extremely kind smile.
"Heard you suicide easy? Never seen a live show. Perform—one by one."
"Stage is yours. Dance away. Line up—don't be shy."
"…"