"Is your previous appearance a disguise? Who are you?"
Seeing "Tobio" stand up and immediately appear completely different from before, Yūki felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
This man was very strong, completely different from the previous "Tobio," and not on the same level at all.
"Tch... to think I'd be forced to reveal myself in Konoha, and by a brat who's still wet behind the ears. That Tobio is truly a hopeless waste."
But the current "Tobio" seemed to ignore Yūki's question, instead letting out an ugly laugh.
Reveal himself? So, the previous Tobio wasn't a disguise but something like a split personality? This guy is the real boss.
After roughly understanding the situation, Yūki instinctively said, "That's going too—"
But he stopped mid-sentence. It wasn't that Yūki didn't want to finish, but that he couldn't.
Because the moment he spoke, the sharp gaze of the man before him had already swept over, accompanied by a murderous aura that felt like being immersed in a mountain of blades and a sea of blood!
Yes, this was the first time in Yūki's life he had felt such an intense murderous intent—one so strong it could even induce hallucinations!
Die! If I make one wrong move, I'll die in the next second! This wasn't Yūki's imagination, but a very likely outcome.
"How many people have you killed, you bastard?"
After secretly swallowing, Yūki lowered his posture slightly and asked with a grim expression.
The aura emitted by a wolf that has eaten meat and a sheep that has only eaten grass can be distinguished the moment they open their mouths. The amount of "meat" required to accumulate such immense murderous intent was simply unimaginable!
"How many people have I killed? Heh heh heh, can you remember how many steamed buns, rice balls, sushi, ramen, fried rice, dumplings, or rice cakes you've eaten?"
"I can't remember, but it seems you've eaten way too much."
Looking at "Tobio," who wore a chilling smile, Yūki continued his role of complaining internally, but his heart was pounding wildly.
I'm no match for him. From the moment the murderous intent erupted, Yūki had already reached that conclusion.
What to do? Run? Not only might I not escape, but even if I do, what about Naruto?
At that moment, Yūki glanced at Naruto, whom he had stuffed into the trash can. This kid was only five years old now, no different from any other kid except for the fox inside him.
In other words, the current Naruto had no means to resist a malicious enemy. Even if someone tried to kill him, the Nine-Tails wouldn't come out to help—or even if it did, it would be useless.
Forget it, I'll stall. The hidden guards should find this place soon.
At this moment, Yūki missed the hidden guards he had shaken off earlier. But given their skills, they should be able to relocate the young master's position quickly and catch up. He just needed to buy time.
After a few seconds of thought, Yūki had to sigh and adopt a fighting stance against "Tobio," who was staring at him with a hunter's gaze not far away.
If he ran, he would most likely die, and it might also put Naruto in extreme danger. So, he had no choice but to fight.
"Huh? Should I say 'a newborn calf isn't afraid of tigers,' or 'ignorance is fearless'? You don't immediately run away in front of me, Diavolo."
Seeing this Hyūga child dare to take a fighting stance, "The Boss" Diavolo revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
Diavolo was an A-rank rogue ninja, one whose origins were unknown and whose very existence was known to few.
This man wasn't overwhelmingly powerful, but surprisingly, he could effortlessly complete many assassination missions that ordinary people couldn't. Almost no one could escape his pursuit.
As if he had erased his own existence from the world, this ghost-like man continuously stirred storms in the underworld. Even with a bounty of millions of ryo on his head, no one could ever find a trace of him.
Of course, Yūki now knew the reason. After all, this guy usually hid inside Tobio's body. This transformation wasn't a disguise or a transformation technique, but a real physical and mental change. Who could possibly discover something like that?
But even so, Yūki still said calmly, "Don't overestimate yourself. You look like a rogue ninja. You should know this is Konoha. If you're discovered, you won't escape."
"Yeah, so I just need to kill you before I'm discovered!"
With Diavolo's sneer, his cheetah-like, streamlined body flickered and then inexplicably vanished from sight!
So fast! In that instant, Yūki felt a chill behind him. His strong survival instinct drove his body to leap upward, just barely avoiding the knife-hand strike that nearly pierced his chest from behind!
One mustn't forget that the current Yūki was only five years old and just one meter tall. Although his strength and durability were extremely low, the relative advantage was that the area the enemy could attack was also very small.
Coupled with Yūki's already nimble skills and the extraordinary speed from using chakra in movement, hitting him wasn't that easy.
Tch, such an agile little brat. This is why I hate kids the most—like flies buzzing around a shitter!
But jumping up recklessly is asking for death! After his attack failed, Diavolo looked at the figure floating mid-air and immediately charged at an even faster speed!
There was no leverage mid-air, and the nearest wall was out of Yūki's reach. The only thing that petite body could do next was to fall downward, only to be met by Diavolo's palm piercing through his chest!
Yes, Diavolo was a fan of chest-piercing. He was cruel, ruthless, decisive, and vicious. His mind was filled with piercing people to death. Of course, in his view, this was just a small hobby, like embroidery.
But thanks to his years of experience piercing chests everywhere, Diavolo's hands had been honed sharper than knife blades. With the back of his hand against the chest, the fatality rate was extremely high!
"Go to hell!"
With a fierce gust of wind, Diavolo's right hand stabbed toward Yūki's chest! If no miracle occurred, in the next second, he should witness the beauty of a blood flower blooming there!
However, a miracle did occur.
The moment Diavolo's hand was about to strike Yūki, that petite body moved sideways in mid-air without any warning, shifting about half a meter!
Yes, there was no warning, not even a hint of movement. Hyūga Yūki's body floated in the air like a doll pulled by strings, simultaneously avoiding Diavolo's "Chest-Piercing Kill" while closing in on his position!
Nani! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Am I dreaming! This must be a dream! How could this not be a dream!
Watching the five-year-old child dodge his attack like a ghost mid-air with no leverage and then charge at him instead of retreating, Diavolo made an expression of utter disbelief!
However, in the next second, his expression froze immediately because a small palm had swept across his chin at an extremely fast speed!
It was a sweep, not a slap or a palm strike—just a light brush with a bit of force, that's all.
It wasn't a very powerful blow. At least for Diavolo, who had experienced countless battles, such a light strike was like an itch.
But why? Why did he feel so dizzy after being swept by that palm?
Strangely, after being swept by Yūki's palm, Diavolo felt dizzy. The world before him spun rapidly, as if he had suffered a devastating blow!