Powerful energy circulated within, and the numbed muscles swiftly regained their strength. The massive Ghost-faced Giant stood tall, adopting a defensive stance, watching the approaching young warrior as if facing a formidable foe.
The pitch-black cloak fluttered gently behind the youth, whose impossibly handsome face wore an infuriatingly smug smile that made one's blood pressure rise.
Though barely reaching his chest in height, the youth's casual and disdainful gaze felt like looking down on an amusing insect from the nine heavens above.
Suppressing his anger and irritation, Yamamoto Seiji scanned the battlefield with the corner of his eye, searching for any chance of survival while stalling for time and waiting for reinforcements.
"Chinese, what's your name?"
"You can call me 'Little Boy.'
"Huh??"
"Or 'Fat Man' works too."
"..."
Noticing the other's confusion, Zhu Haomiao sighed indifferently.
Foolish natives, unable to grasp my humor~
