A harsh voice crackled through the payphone speaker again, colder than steel.
"You idiot. Do you even understand where you're standing? If you clash with that kid… you won't even have a corpse left."
Bob snorted.
"Really? That supposed to scare me? You think I'm some rookie?"
His grin widened, eyes twitching with manic excitement.
"Listen up, whoever you are. If someone comes looking for trouble—
I'll cripple him so thoroughly he'll beg for death. Nobody controls me."
With a single punch, Bob shattered the entire phone booth. Sparks exploded around him, sending pedestrians ducking and screaming.
He stepped out through the smoke—
The voice returned behind him, panicked now.
"It's too late! He's already there—YOU'RE DEAD!"
Then silence.
A shadow descended.
A blur of red.
A figure stood before him, calm, smiling like a man watching a toddler swing a plastic bat.
"Yo," Ryuuto said lightly. "Looking for me, Bob?"
Bob's heartbeat stumbled.
"W–who are you?!"
Ryuuto shrugged.
"That's not important. What is important is that I'm about to beat you stupid. Kneel now and I'll make it quick."
"You're dreaming!"
Murder filled Bob's eyes as he threw out a punch—
Crack.
Ryuuto caught it with one hand, squeezing until bone ground against bone.
"You really are dumb," he said. "Congrats. You've triggered the worst nightmare of your life.
I'm Ryuuto—Captain of the X-Men."
His leg blurred.
Konoha Gale!
The kick ripped the air apart, whipping debris into a tornado.
Bob spat to the side.
"Captain? So what? You wanna court death, I'll bury you first!"
He blocked the kick, skidding back. Rage and fear flickered in his eyes.
Then he roared:
"Kill him for me!!"
His body split—
Then split again—
Then again—
Dozens of Bobs surged forward, all identical, all snarling.
Ryuuto whistled.
"Oh? A duplication mutation? Cute."
He slid through the incoming swarm like a dancer, not a scratch landing.
"Fine then. Let's see who has more copies."
He cracked his knuckles.
Shadow Clone Technique!
A hundred clones materialized instantly.
The street trembled under the pressure.
Bob's duplicates froze in horror.
"You—! How can you make so many?! What the hell are you?!"
"Heh. Want to learn?" Ryuuto smirked.
"Kneel and beg. Maybe I'll teach you the basics."
His clones lunged, tearing through Bob's duplicates like a guillotine storm.
Bob's sweat poured down his face.
"Don't get cocky! YOU STILL CAN'T BEAT ME!"
He snapped.
Fury overtook fear.
He tore through Shadow Clones with bare fists, detonating them one by one. His power spiked—raw and unstable, but brutal enough to make pedestrians whip out their phones screaming:
"Holy—Did he just blow up that guy?!"
"Is this a Hollywood shoot?!"
Bob smashed his way through clone after clone, screaming until his throat shredded—
And reached Ryuuto.
Ryuuto smiled.
"Not bad. You actually made it to the main event."
Lightning surged along his arm.
Lightning Style — Raikiri!
Thunder roared. The sky dimmed. Electric arcs whipped around his hand like hunting beasts.
Bob's survival instincts screamed. His body tried to stop—
But his mutation betrayed him.
He was locked into a forward charge, unable to avoid the killing strike.
"No—NO—STOP—"
Right as Raikiri was about to impale him—
A shockwave blasted down from above.
Several Mutants slammed into Bob, knocking him aside in a desperate rescue.
A woman landed between Ryuuto and Bob, eyes glowing, rage rolling off her in waves.
With a sweep of her hand, psychokinetic force tore towards Ryuuto like a storm.
"Oh?" Ryuuto murmured.
"More ants coming to die? What perfect timing."
His eyes shifted.
Mangekyō Sharingan spiraled open, its pattern blazing like a curse.
He stepped forward without hesitation.
The duplication war had just escalated into something far bigger.