"Damn it… you tricked me!"
Nightblade finally realized he'd been played like a cheap drum. His rage exploded—only for Ryuuto's foot to come crashing down onto his face.
Leaf Great Whirlwind!
Nightblade spun through the air like a ragdoll, blood spraying, his laser rifle clattering across the dirt.
Ryuuto didn't even look at him.
Shadow Imitation!
His shadow burst outward like living ink, snapping toward Magneto's back just as the old tyrant reached for Wanda.
"Ryuuto! Must you oppose me at every turn?!"
Feeling the killing intent rush toward him, Magneto jerked his hand back and leapt away. If the shadow caught him, he knew the kid would turn his body into a nightmare prison.
Ryuuto laughed lightly.
"Oh? What's wrong? I thought you were all-powerful. Come on—fight me head-on. Or are you scared because your pet assassin died in one move?"
His shadow lunged again, forcing Magneto to twist, stumble, and barely evade. The old man's dignified image dissolved instantly.
"Arrogant brat… the more you gloat, the faster you die!"
Magneto's face flushed purple with fury. His calm façade crumbled. Grinding his teeth, he screamed at his lieutenants:
"QUICKSILVER! MYSTIQUE!
STOP HIM!"
"Yes—! Right away!"
The pair rushed at Ryuuto, their expressions a mix of fear and desperation.
Ryuuto clicked his tongue.
"Sending trash after trash. Brotherhood really scraping the bottom today."
Gentle Fist—Eight Trigrams: Air Palm!
Sixty-Four Palms!
One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms!
Three Hundred Sixty-One Palms!
Before the duo even got within arm's reach, Ryuuto's Byakugan flared open. His palms danced, striking dozens of pressure points instantly.
"Wha—!? So fast—!"
They were airborne before they finished speaking, bodies convulsing as chakra sealed their abilities. They hit the ground limp, drooling, unable to move a muscle.
"Kid… you've pissed me off!"
Nightblade staggered back to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth, and charged at Ryuuto like a man possessed. His killing intent blasted outward, drawing everyone's attention.
Ryuuto didn't bother glancing his way.
"Ten Thousand Snakes—go block the old man.
Don't let Magneto take one step toward Wanda."
The serpent roared with delight, its massive form coiling.
"Heh! I'll obey this once, boy! But next time, bring me better sacrifices!"
Its tail whipped out, smashing into Magneto and cutting off his path.
The old tyrant cursed and skidded back.
"How dare you ignore me?! YOU DIE NOW!"
Nightblade lunged—
fists flying like a wild animal—
Quicksilver's eyes lit up with sick joy.
"Yes! Beat that smug bastard! Smash him!"
But Ryuuto didn't dodge.
He didn't even raise a hand.
His sand armor formed silently around him.
Nightblade's punch slammed into Ryuuto's chest—
And the sound that rang out wasn't bone hitting flesh.
CRACK.
Nightblade's arm bent backward in a grotesque arc.
Ryuuto didn't even blink.
"Is that it? Don't stop just because your arm's broken. I'm waiting for you to blow my head off."
"You…! YOU—!"
His face twisted into something monstrous, but fear crawled behind his rage. His other fist shook, ready to strike—
but he hesitated.
Too late.
Ryuuto's grin sharpened.
"My turn."
Konoha Gale!
Ryuuto's roundhouse kick smashed into Nightblade's face, collapsing half of it instantly. The man screamed as he spun through the air—
And Ryuuto wasn't done.
Shadow Dance Leaf!
He appeared above Nightblade mid-air, driving a flurry of kicks and strikes down on him with blinding speed. Bones snapped. Blood sprayed.
Then—
BOOM.
Nightblade cratered into the earth, unrecognizable, twitching faintly.
Quicksilver turned pale.
"Why is this kid STILL so damn overpowered?!"
He trembled violently—
not from cold, but from dread of being next.
"ALL OF YOU—HOLD HIM DOWN!"
Quicksilver screamed.
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU DIE—JUST STOP HIM!"
The surrounding Brotherhood members swallowed hard, terror in their eyes—
then rushed in waves.
Only to be thrown aside every few seconds—
Bodies piling on the ground, wailing and groaning in agony.
Ryuuto didn't break a sweat.