"That's more like it! You're going to punch me again, huh?"
Ryuuto grinned, completely unbothered by the fact that his previous strike hadn't made much impact on Heimdall. He lifted his left fist and readied another swing.
"I told you—your power is pathetic. Useless against me," Heimdall said coldly, his expression flat, as if he were toying with a small child.
But then something shifted. Heimdall's eyes flared with a golden light, and a palpable aura surged from Ryuuto. Even the armored giant felt a twinge of unease.
Ryuuto's fist, now swelling with concentrated chakra, descended like a meteor. Heimdall's instincts screamed danger—whatever secret technique this human was hiding, it was not to be underestimated. He braced himself, swinging his arm in a desperate block.
"Finally… a bit of fear, is it? Too bad—it's already too late!" Ryuuto taunted, enjoying the brief sweat beading on Heimdall's forehead.
Even as Heimdall's block strained under the force, Ryuuto's punch smashed through with devastating impact. Heimdall's head snapped sideways, the armor groaning under the shockwave, and he was hurled several meters back, stumbling midair.
"Impossible! How… how did your power spike like this?" Heimdall roared, wind whistling past him as heat radiated from his battered face. Uncertainty and anger burned in his golden eyes.
Heimdall's Acute Eyes—the vision that perceives all—finally registered something shocking. The strength emanating from Ryuuto's fist wasn't natural; it was as if he wielded a bizarre, inborn power.
"Mutant? Impossible… Thor lied about you!" Heimdall gasped, momentarily frozen in disbelief. For the first time, this supposed demigod felt frustration—a foreign, unsettling feeling.
Ryuuto, ever the cheeky underdog, didn't bother explaining. "Nope, you're not getting the secret. Just know that this is Tsunade's power at work. One punch, massive impact. Ground-smash guaranteed."
Heimdall wiped blood from his mouth, glaring with renewed intensity. "Hmph! That strength alone won't beat me! I'll end you now!"
Ryuuto rolled his eyes. Save the speeches, big guy.
In a blur, Ryuuto vanished behind Heimdall in an instant, moving with Rock Lee-level speed. Heimdall's eyes widened in shock.
"What—?!"
Before he could react, Ryuuto's foot arced in a perfect 360-degree spinning kick—Leaf Great Whirlwind! Heimdall was flung around midair, disoriented and dizzy, his eyes rolling in disbelief.
"Next up, Heimdall, prepare to savor despair! Don't worry—I won't kill you all at once. Too boring!" Ryuuto's voice rang out, teasing and imposing at the same time. Heimdall's chest tightened with dread.
Grudgingly, Heimdall braced himself. As the patron god of Asgard, pride and battle-hardened instincts demanded he endure. He activated the full power of his Acute Eyes, scanning desperately—but all he could see were countless afterimages of Ryuuto, attacking from every conceivable angle.
Ryuuto's speed, boosted by Rock Lee's data packet, created a dizzying illusion of omnipresence. Shadows and light danced around Heimdall, leaving him unable to predict Ryuuto's true location.
"I'm right here!" Ryuuto shouted, appearing midair with another Shadow Dance Leaf strike, raining down continuous attacks with surgical precision.
Boom after boom echoed across the battlefield. Heimdall, armored and powerful, couldn't stop the relentless barrage. His prestige, the aura of the mighty Asgardian, crumbled under Ryuuto's brutal physical assault.
His nose and face were bruised and swollen. Trembling, embarrassed, Heimdall barely stayed on his feet.
"Not enough yet?" Ryuuto teased, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.
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