Serie walked straight to the school's trash can, ignoring the sticky grime and buzzing green bottle flies, her pale hand reaching directly into the cold, viscous depths of the garbage to rummage.
Soon, her fingertips touched something stiff.
Serie pulled it out; it was a small, lifeless body.
It was Little Carrot.
Its current appearance was even more tragic than Kuchiha remembered.
Its small body was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly indicating several broken bones from a fall.
Its originally snow-white, fluffy fur was matted with large patches of dark red, almost black blood clots, and covered in dirt and refuse from the trash can.
Several spots were even bald, revealing bruised and broken subcutaneous tissue.
One of its ruby eyes was half-open, staring blankly at the gray sky, while the other was obscured by blood and grime.
The small, twisted corpse in her palm was almost a miniature reflection of her own shattered form from not long ago.
Serie lowered her gaze, her eyes resting on Little Carrot.
She gently cupped it in both hands, holding it before her eyes.
Then, she slowly closed her eyelids.
"Easter": As long as she has raised the rabbit or Rabbit Spirit, and more than 30% of its body remains, she can revive it on the spot. The time required for revival depends on how severe its injuries are and how many times it has been revived.
Several classmates passing by after school were also drawn to the scene and stopped to gawk, seeing the figure by the trash can, wearing a dirty, blood-stained school uniform, and holding something even dirtier in her hands.
"Huh? Isn't that Mist Island?"
"Oh my god, what is she doing? Rummaging through the trash can?"
"So dirty… What's she holding? A dead rat?"
"What's her dad doing? Isn't he going to manage her?"
Not far from the school gate, Kuchiha's father was bowing and scraping to Moshi and his son, fawning and smiling obsequiously, completely oblivious to Kuchiha's whereabouts.
The sudden whispers that reached his ears made him instinctively follow his gaze—
His face, previously plastered with obsequious smiles, instantly twisted and contorted!
Extreme shame and the humiliation of having his family's dirty laundry aired in public instantly overwhelmed his already limited sanity.
"You—!!" A furious, voice-cracking roar escaped his throat.
He suddenly straightened up, like an enraged bull, his eyes bloodshot as he charged fiercely towards Serie!
He didn't even bother to ask where the blood on his daughter came from.
"You disgraceful beast! Aren't you ashamed enough?!" he roared, reeking of strong alcohol and violence, rushing to Kuchiha's front. With almost no hesitation, he raised his large, rough hand, covered in grime and calluses—
Smack!!!
A loud, full-force slap landed squarely on Serie's pale, slightly blood-stained cheek.
The immense impact made Serie's head snap to the side, her slender body stumbling back a step, almost falling.
Little Carrot also flew from her grasp, falling at her feet.
Only, no one noticed that the decaying rabbit corpse was constantly sprouting new flesh, as if welcoming a new life together.
A swollen red five-finger mark instantly appeared on Serie's cheek, burning hot.
Kuchiha's father was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, pointing at her nose, spitting as he continued to curse, his voice distorted by extreme anger and shame: "Who told you to touch that dirty thing! Who told you to disgrace me here!"
"I'll beat you to death, you good-for-nothing! Why don't you rot in the trash heap with that dead rabbit of yours?!"
Moshi and his son watched the farce from the alley entrance with cold eyes, Moshi even showing a sneering smile, as if watching a monkey show.
The few students watching were also stunned, silent as cicadas.
Serie looked up at the man before her, whose face was contorted by shame and anger.
There were no tears, no arguments, not even a hint of sadness.
Suddenly!
Gasps filled the air around them.
The onlookers and Moshi and his son in the distance froze as if petrified, their pupils dilated with extreme horror.
Kuchiha's father, being the closest, was further enraged by his daughter's indifference and completely oblivious to the changes around him.
He only felt that Serie's petite figure seemed to… grow by dozens of centimeters?
Kuchiha's father realized something was amiss, but before he could figure it out, there was a crisp "smack" on his face.
His head snapped to the side, a slight burning sensation on his cheek. He covered his face, his eyes filled with shock, disbelief, and even a hint of absurdity. He stiffly turned his neck, meeting Serie's slowly retracting palm.
She… she dared to hit back?!
This lowly creature dared to slap him?!
And in broad daylight, no less?!
"You—!!" Kuchiha's father had never suffered such a monstrous humiliation; anger once again overwhelmed his reason.
He roared, and without thinking, swung his thick arm back towards Serie's direction, intending to slap her hard!
He was going to beat this suicidal thing to death!
However, unlike before, his arm swung into the air, hitting not Kuchiha's frail body, but a "wall of flesh" covered in snow-white, rigid fur, emitting a chilling aura.
This slap not only caused no harm but also made his hand go numb from the impact.
Kuchiha's gaze trembled, moving with difficulty upwards—
Thick limbs…
Muscular chest…
Finally, a rabbit's head that formed a stark contrast, even a bit silly.
Its crimson eyes stared down at him with no emotion.
Hot breaths, smelling of decay and blood, heavily exhaled onto the top of his head.
Little Carrot.
It had revived.
In a terrifying form far beyond human comprehension.
And his daughter, Kuchiha, stood steadily on the giant rabbit's broad, platform-like back, casually gripping the steel-needle-like, upright snow-white fur on the giant rabbit's back, as if holding the reins of a colossal beast.
Kuchiha's father's brain was stunned by this otherworldly sight, his thoughts blank.
No one gave him time to react.
Little Carrot's giant arm, thicker than his waist, swung like a battering ram!
Its movements were clumsy but carried destructive power, precisely mimicking the posture he had just used to strike his daughter—
Kuchiha's father's pupils constricted. His survival instinct allowed him only to raise his hands, futilely shielding his face, a short, distorted cry squeezed from his throat: "Wait, I—"
Boom!!!
A heavy, squelching explosion sounded before Kuchiha's father could finish speaking.
The furry giant paw landed squarely on Kuchiha's father's plump face.
Just as he had once treated Kuchiha.
In an instant, the fragile skull and cervical spine emitted a chilling crunching sound.
He was sent flying backward, like a broken sack hit by a truck at full speed, leaving the ground without any resistance!
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