In this moment, the entire world slowed down in Yusei's eyes, including the fired bullet.
Under the powerful insight of the Sharingan, even the fastest bullet would be infinitely slowed down.
But right now, Yusei was facing an unprecedented crisis!
Sometimes, seeing something doesn't mean you can avoid it. That was exactly Yusei's situation now.
His insight could track the bullet, but his body couldn't keep up with that insight at all.
To put it another way, his current situation was a bit like watching a bullet slowly approach him while being unable to dodge.
'Dodging is impossible. Do I have to block it?'
For some reason, Yusei felt that the closer death approached, the clearer his mind became.
His brain was excited, his heart was racing, as if his entire blood was reveling.
He found he was somewhat enjoying the thrill of being between life and death.
It was a bit like bungee jumping from a great height, or skydiving.
In this moment, his brain came up with a survival plan.
[Ryugasen]
The only move he had learned, a technique that inherently possessed the [Shinsoku] attribute.
The core of Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu was Shinsoku.
Under Shinsoku, even firearms couldn't kill him. He could use extreme speed to cut the bullet, or simply use Shinsoku to escape.
Yusei couldn't directly use Shinsoku to dodge because Shinsoku was embedded within Ryugasen. He could only use Ryugasen to survive!
Under the Sharingan's gaze, the bullet became incredibly slow. Yusei tightly gripped the wooden stick in his hand, feeling somewhat worried, but soon became extremely sharp and decisive.
Whether a wooden stick could cut a bullet, he didn't know. But now, he clearly had to try everything, even if it seemed hopeless.
The bullet drew closer. The wooden stick in Yusei's hand thrust forward rapidly.
[Ryugasen!]
Under the powerful insight, every one of Yusei's strikes concentrated on a single point of the bullet.
In a brief instant, several thrusts hit the same point on the bullet, actually causing it to shatter into pieces.
The scattered bullet fragments flew everywhere, one of them grazing Yusei's face.
To an outsider, it looked like Yusei was the lucky charm's favorite child… surviving a point-blank shot with only a graze on his cheek.
As the bullet fragments scattered and sparks flew, Yusei didn't hesitate. His gaze sharp, fixed on the shocked man in black opposite him, he lowered his stance, his whole body like an unsheathed blade.
In a flash, Yusei had already closed the distance to the man in black. The minor wound on his cheek from the graze bled a little, but it made his originally handsome, somewhat submissive appearance seem resolute and decisive.
"How is this possible?!"
The man in black was utterly terrified. On one hand, he couldn't believe his marksmanship had failed, and on the other hand, he hadn't expected his opponent's speed to be so fast.
He had almost no time to react before he felt his opponent's 'sword' thrusting towards his face.
[Ryugasen!]
The sharp thrusts turned into countless afterimages. In an instant, the man holding the pistol was severely injured.
Apart from vital areas, holes and bloody wounds appeared in various other places.
Intense pain made him scream, but before the sound could fully escape, Yusei grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall.
Instantly, the scream cut off abruptly. He was actually knocked unconscious from the impact.
Yusei panted heavily, looking at his trembling, slightly blood-stained hands in a daze.
He had exerted himself quite a bit today and now felt sore and exhausted all over.
His opponents weren't dead. Yusei had held back because he considered letting the police handle this. He couldn't just kill them outright.
Suddenly, he felt a warm liquid flowing down the right side of his face. He touched it with his hand and saw it was blood.
Yusei smiled wryly and murmured to himself, "Guess I have to stop by the hospital to treat this wound before going home."
He walked over to one of the men in black and simply sat on him like a chair, waiting to leave as soon as he heard police sirens.
He didn't want to be exposed, didn't want his peaceful life to have a strange record attached to it.
However, what he didn't see was that the pink-haired girl, in her drowsy state, managed to catch a glimpse of the scene with her last bit of effort.
She saw a black-haired boy, his features blurry, holding a 'long sword'. That alone wasn't enough to identify him.
So, in the girl's hazy vision, the most vivid memory was the sight of the red blood flowing from the wound on the boy's cheek.