[Once he's close enough, Eichi is still smiling like he's being pleasant, but his words aren't carefully placed like usual. They're straightforward, distracted by his own feelings as he eyes Madara from head to toe. What was that threat that he'd given him the last time? Something about a punch to the stomach?
So Eichi balls his little weak hand into a fist and punches straight at Madara's stomach!
Actually, he punches surprisingly hard, but that's about all he can do.]
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[Once he's close enough, Eichi is still smiling like he's being pleasant, but his words aren't carefully placed like usual. They're straightforward, distracted by his own feelings as he eyes Madara from head to toe. What was that threat that he'd given him the last time? Something about a punch to the stomach?
So Eichi balls his little weak hand into a fist and punches straight at Madara's stomach!
Actually, he punches surprisingly hard, but that's about all he can do.]