Ryuuto pushed open the nightclub doors and whistled under his breath. "Wow. This many warm bodies in one place? No wonder it sounded like a circus. Guess I get some extra cardio today."
He clasped his hands together.
Shadow Clone Technique.
A dozen copies burst into existence with a puff of smoke, each wearing his same "I'm-so-over-this" face. They sprinted straight at the pack of suited guards.
"I'm looking for Nightvision," Ryuuto said, voice cold. "Let's see how long he can hide behind you clowns."
In front of horrified onlookers, the clones crashed into the guards like a red tsunami. Fists flew. Tables shattered. Bottles exploded. The nightclub's luxury décor didn't even have time to scream before being reduced to glittering debris.
Rich patrons dove for cover, tripping over themselves as they scrambled out. A few even fled with their shoes in hand, dignity sacrificed to survival instinct.
Sparks, smoke, chaos.
One minute.
That's all it took.
Every guard lay twisted on the marble floor, groaning or completely unconscious. Limbs at angles nature never approved of. The scent of gunpowder and spilled alcohol choked the air.
Then—
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Slow applause echoed from the far side of the club.
Ryuuto's eyebrow twitched. He turned.
A bald man lounged alone on a leather sofa, swirling his wine like he wasn't sitting in a warzone. His grin was thin, sharp, bored.
Nightvision.
Ryuuto blurred forward with his High-Speed Movement, appearing at the sofa in a streak of red.
"So you're Nightvision," he said, snatching the wine bottle from the table and drinking straight from it. "Congrats. Sitting still and accepting your fate is very considerate. I'll hit you a little softer later."
"That is not how you drink red wine, boy."
Nightvision's voice was flat, icy. It carried the dead chill of an empty alley.
"Cut off one arm and one leg," he continued calmly. "Crawl out of my nightclub within ten seconds. Then I'll pretend none of this happened."
A killing aura surged from his body, dark enough to press on Ryuuto's lungs.
Ryuuto snorted and put the bottle down. "Wow. Someone woke up and chose 'edgelord.' Telling me to chop off my own limbs? At least show me how it's done, genius."
Nightvision's jaw ticked. "You refuse, then."
He stood. Every movement deliberate, heavy with menace. Muscles tensed. The air tightened as if the whole building was holding its breath.
"I'll bury you myself."
"Trying would be cute." Ryuuto stepped forward. "Let's see how long you last."
Nightvision's eyes gleamed. "You dare rush me head-on? Are you one of my enemies' dogs?"
"Leaf Hurricane!"
Ryuuto twisted mid-step, his body blurring as he unleashed a spinning kick straight at Nightvision's skull.
Nightvision reacted fast. Faster than any normal mutant. His body flickered out of the kick's path, and he countered with a massive punch.
Ryuuto's hand snapped up.
Crack.
He caught the punch. Stopped it cold.
Nightvision's eyes widened. "What—"
"Tsunade-style," Ryuuto muttered.
He clenched.
CRUNCH.
Nightvision's fist folded in on itself like crumpled steel. Bone fragments snapped audibly. The man's face twisted in agony, sweat exploding down his temples.
"You… you freak!" Nightvision staggered back, forcing his mangled hand free and leaping away. "What the hell are you made of?!"
Ryuuto smirked. "Steel, caffeine, and spite."
He raised two fingers. "Kneel now while you still have an arm."
Nightvision roared, unwilling to accept humiliation. Ryuuto didn't give him time.
Fire Style: Fire Dragon Bullet!
Earth Style: Great Earth Flow River!
A blazing torrent erupted from Ryuuto's mouth, flames curling into a spiraling dragon. The ground beneath Nightvision liquified into a raging mudstream, sweeping the attack forward like a natural disaster.
Nightvision panicked. He ripped a sofa off the floor and hurled it at the fire, rolling desperately as the mudslide launched him across the room and straight through a decorative wall. Dust and plaster crashed around him.
He staggered up, blood staining his cheek. Rage twisted his face.
"You little rat—I'll tear you apart!"
Nightvision slammed his fist into the main power switch. Sparks exploded.
The entire nightclub fell into absolute darkness.
Then the temperature dropped.
Nightvision's eyes snapped open—glittering with eerie, predatory cold light. His aura surged. Muscles bulged like coiled serpents. He inhaled once, and the darkness seemed to answer him.
A hunter awakened.
His silhouette blurred—
Then vanished.
He slipped into the shadows like a phantom.
He came for Ryuuto with killing intent overflowing.