Fukasaku spun aside just in time to dodge the Rasenshuriken, fully intending to confront the boy and give him a piece of his mind—
Only to be grabbed midair and firmly caught in the child's hand.
Ranmo's speed was far too fast!
"Sorry," Ranmo said seriously, "I'm blind—I can't tell who you are. But sneaking around on my wall like that... are you some kind of child thief?"
Lately, several children had gone missing in the village—and Ranmo knew exactly who was behind it: Orochimaru.
And he also knew who this toad was—Elder Fukasaku of Mount Myōboku.
But to protect his cover, he had to pretend not to know.
Ranmo squeezed Fukasaku's throat with one hand while poking at his soft belly with the other.
"You're a frog?"
"Let me go! I said let go! In all my years, no one has dared touch my belly!"
With a burst of chakra, Fukasaku freed himself from Ranmo's grip, puffed up with outrage, his face livid with disbelief.
"You brat! Do you know what you have done?! That was completely out of line! If it weren't for the fact that you're blind—and a kid—I'd... I'd—!"
His anger boiling over, Fukasaku turned, flung his arm, and launched a chakra blade.
Ranmo immediately turned his body, narrowly dodging the attack.
His eyes remained shut, but his ears twitched—his Mirror System already projected a complete image of the area into his mind.
"Hah, so I mastered Sage Mode in just one morning, huh?" Ranmo said with a playful grin.
Fukasaku tried to maintain a stern expression, but his eyes gleamed with excitement—like he'd just discovered a new species.
He hadn't expected this brat to be so capable.
With a leap, he released a burst of chakra:
"Toad Oil Bomb!"
"Wind Style!" Ranmo responded immediately.
Normally, Wind Style wouldn't do much against a Toad Oil Bomb—the jutsu had no elemental disadvantage against it.
But the moment Ranmo's wind-style chakra collided with the oil—
Boom.
Fukasaku's eyes went wide.
Somehow, Ranmo had mixed Fire Style into the Wind Style, and the result was a violent combustion that caused the Toad Oil Bomb to erupt into a blazing inferno.
"Hmm... I wonder if roasted toad tastes any good?" Ranmo muttered softly.
Then—poof—he vanished with a teleportation technique.
A massive explosion erupted where he'd been standing.
Fukasaku quickly leapt back to avoid being caught in the blast.
But the moment he landed—he froze.
Ranmo was already behind him, holding him up by the scruff like a sack of potatoes.
Despite his small size, Ranmo lifted the elderly toad into the air and teleported once more, arriving across the burning field of fire.
He raised the squirming toad high.
"I'm gonna eat roasted toad today!" he declared.
"GUWAHHH! I've lived for centuries and never been treated like this!"
Fukasaku thrashed desperately. But the brat was using Sage Chakra, and even Fukasaku couldn't break free immediately.
His snowy white brows and beard were already singed by the flames.
Enraged, he twisted his head and bit Ranmo's finger—hard—then wriggled free and bolted.
As he fled, he cursed internally:
Damn it all! Beaten by a five-year-old brat?! The shame... the utter shame!
And with a final pop, Fukasaku vanished from the scene in a puff of smoke.
The fire from the Toad Oil Bomb slowly died down.
The heat dissipated as Ranmo's wind chakra faded into the breeze.
Ranmo grinned.
Judging from the way that old toad had run off, he probably wouldn't tell anyone about this incident.
And that was exactly what Ranmo wanted.
He had no intention of becoming Konoha's secret weapon at the age of five.
He still wanted to develop slowly—and have time to grow.
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