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Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One punch after another, heavy blows kept raining down nonstop on the captain of the Konoha Anbu, Kiba Hatake Shokumo. Just a few hits, and the future legendary Kiba Hatake Shokumo was smashed into a bloody pulp.
But Hayato still didn't stop—his fists kept pounding hard until not a single trace of Kiba Hatake Shokumo was left. No blood, no flesh—just nothing. Only then did he finally stop.
By that time, a huge crater had formed right at Hayato's doorstep—a pit he had punched out with pure force.
The Weather Country's skies were gloomy and overcast, with rain falling almost every day. Sometimes it was a light drizzle; other times, a raging storm. You could go nearly a whole month without seeing the sun.
Under this endless rain, right at Hayato's front door, a small lake had formed—about three to four hundred square meters—just from the crater Hayato had smashed out with his fists.
The Konoha Anbu members who witnessed Hayato turning their captain, Kiba Hatake Shokumo, into a bloody pulp, then completely erasing every bit of him, were left with a deep shadow in their hearts—a huge, terrifying shadow.
Fear and horror settled in. In the end, the Anbu decided to leave one person behind to watch Hayato from a distance, keeping an eye on his every move. The rest returned to Konoha to report everything they learned from their captain's fight with Hayato to the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen.
These Anbu guys were truly scared out of their minds. Maybe they could still face others in battle, but fighting Hayato again? They just didn't have the guts. Even just mentioning Hayato made them picture a five or six-meter-tall green giant pounding their captain into a bloody mess, then erasing even that mess entirely.
Hayato would probably haunt their nightmares forever.
It might sound ridiculous that hardened ninjas could be so scared, but they're still human. When faced with something they can't resist or even understand, without support or encouragement, it's almost impossible to shake off that fear.
Only a few geniuses—maybe even those destined to become Hokage-level shinobi—manage to overcome it.
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The Black Tiger Gang? Destroyed! The Black Dragon Society? Wiped out again. Both gangs wiped out by one man's hand.
Their territories were empty again. Nearby powers were itching to move in, but not everyone was stupid. Two gangs destroyed back to back with no major chaos? That's not normal. So before making any moves, other gangs sent scouts to gather intel, then brought their reports back.
"Hm? The Green Devil? Devil, huh?" The local gang leaders went quiet after hearing their men's reports.
Even though they doubted the rumors about the so-called Green Devil—after all, the stories said Hayato was some powerful demon, even a hundred meters tall (that's the power of rumors)—if such a demon really existed, they figured he'd have gone on a massive killing spree already.
Maybe even covered the whole Weather Country in darkness.
Though they didn't believe in the "Green Devil," these leaders did believe Hayato was a seriously strong fighter, capable of easily wiping out the Black Tiger Gang and the Black Dragon Society's top fighters. So, they started accepting the fact that Hayato was the big boss around those two or three streets. Those few streets? Hayato's turf.
All this, without Hayato even realizing it—he'd already become the top dog around here. Even if it was only two or three streets…
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