Chapter 8 - Yuzuki's First Time
The air in the room felt heavy — too heavy.
The two men who had come with Rogan stiffened, their instincts screaming. A pressure pressed down on their chests, something unseen but suffocating, like the air itself had turned solid.
One of them swallowed hard and said, "Boss… I think we should kill this kid? I'm getting a real bad vibe from him."
Rogan didn't look away from Yuzuki. "Take out your guns," he said calmly. "Fire."
The men obeyed instantly, drawing their pistols in one smooth motion. The muzzles flashed — bursts of light filled the room, a deafening ratatatatat shaking the walls. Dozens of bullets cut through the air, tearing toward Yuzuki—
—but they stopped.
Every single one.
Frozen in midair, just a meter from Yuzuki's body, suspended like a wall of metal insects in invisible glue.
For a heartbeat, no one spoke.
Then all three men stared — wide-eyed, pale.
Rogan's composure cracked for just a moment before his eyes narrowed. "He's… a Nen user," he shouted. "His ability must stop bullets—or maybe projectiles entirely! Get in close! Test it in melee!"
He wasn't panicking. He was calculating. Rogan was smart — the kind of man who'd rather lose pawns than risk his own hand. He wanted to see the boundaries of Yuzuki's power before acting himself.
The two men nodded and rushed forward, leaving their guns clattering to the floor. They threw their fists with full force, aiming for Yuzuki's face and body.
Yuzuki moved — calm, controlled. He weaved between them, bending, sliding, stepping, each movement clean and fluid. The cramped house turned into a stage for his dodges, his small frame slipping through their reach like water. He didn't even need to activate his ability — speed, reflex, instinct all merged into one flow.
Rogan smirked, watching closely. "Got you," he muttered under his breath. "So that's it. Lifeless objects can't reach you, but living things can." He chuckled to himself. "Still… what an insane ability. My own doesn't come close. This kid's a monster." His eyes gleamed with a cruel kind of admiration. "But now that I know you're not invincible—"
He stopped.
Because Yuzuki stopped.
He stood perfectly still in the center of the room, expression unreadable. The two men, seeing their chance, lunged from both sides — fists cocked back, striking from left and right at once.
But when their fists entered that invisible meter around him—
They froze.
The air shimmered.
Their punches hung in place, trembling, unable to move forward or back. Their eyes widened, confusion twisting into raw fear.
Rogan's smirk vanished.
Impossible…
He took a step back. Is he—actually invincible?
Yuzuki tilted his head slightly, voice quiet but dripping with disdain.
"You thought only lifeless objects couldn't reach me?" he said. "Idiots."
The two men started to shake, realizing they couldn't pull away. Their arms were stuck mid-punch, their bodies trembling against some unseen barrier.
Yuzuki's small hand reached out — slow, deliberate — and grabbed the fist of the man on his right. He deactivated Infinity for just an instant, pulled the man forward and twisted with him, using the momentum to pivot. The man on Yuzuki's left, still trapped mid-swing, threw his punch into empty air.
In that split-second opening, Yuzuki's aura flared — dense, focused.
He reinforced his right hand with Nen and drove it forward, straight into the chest of the man he was holding.
The sound was wet and sharp — a single impact. The man's eyes went wide as blood erupted from his mouth.
Yuzuki's fist burst clean through his chest.
The man collapsed instantly.
Yuzuki looked down at the body and whispered softly, "Old Fin… I've avenged you."
He turned slowly to the two remaining men — Rogan and the last lackey — his expression calm again, though the air around him vibrated with killing intent.
"One down," he said quietly. "Two to go."
Rogan's throat tightened. His voice cracked when he spoke. "Mon… monster…"
Yuzuki stood still, eyes fixed on the two remaining men.
Rogan, trembling but still upright, and his last lackey — the man sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the wall, too terrified to move.
Silence filled the broken room. The faint creak of the collapsing walls and the crackle of dust were the only sounds left.
Yuzuki tilted his head slightly, voice cold and laced with disdain.
"Well?" he asked. "Aren't you going to attack?"
Neither man answered. They only stared back at him — wide-eyed, frozen, like prey before a predator.
Yuzuki sighed softly. "If you don't come to me…" His tone dropped, a hint of threat slipping through. "…then I'll come to you, you know."
That finally broke Rogan's silence.
"There's no way I'm fighting that monster," he hissed, stepping back. Then he turned, trying to flee.
But Yuzuki's expression hardened. His aura surged violently.
"Coward," he muttered.
He raised his hand. "Maximum Output Nen Lapse: Blue."
A pulse of blue light flickered beside Rogan — compact, focused, deadly. Rogan's eyes widened in disbelief as the air twisted, warping reality itself. He barely had time to think before the pull hit him — violent, unstoppable. The force dragged him backward as Yuzuki swung his arm behind him, the gravitational energy tearing through the room.
The entire right side of the building exploded outward in a thunderous crash.
Rogan's body smashed into the far wall, the impact shaking the ground. He fell hard, coughing up blood, his bones audibly cracking.
Yuzuki lowered his hand, looking at him in disgust.
"You're not planning to run away from a ten-year-old kid, are you, senpai?"
Rogan coughed, a bitter grin forming through the blood.
"Of course I am," he said hoarsely. "You're no normal ten-year-old. What kind of calamities is Meteor City producing these days?"
Yuzuki's expression didn't change. "I'll deal with you last."
He turned away from Rogan and began walking slowly toward the last man — the one still pressed against the wall, trembling uncontrollably. The man's breathing was shallow, his eyes darting between Yuzuki and the corpse of his friend.
Rogan, a Nen user, was terrified of this boy.
So what chance did an ordinary man have?
The lackey's voice cracked as he began to plead. "P–please… please forgive me," he said, tears in his eyes. "I've got a son — almost your age — and a wife at home. After this, I'll quit… I swear I'll quit the mafia and start over. Please… just give me a second chance."
Yuzuki stopped in front of him, staring down with a cold expression. The man's words only seemed to darken his mood.
"You kill people without even blinking," Yuzuki said quietly. "And when it's your turn to die, you beg for forgiveness?"
His eyes narrowed, aura flaring slightly. "Don't f*** with me."
The man whimpered, shaking his head desperately, but Yuzuki's tone only grew colder.
"Your wife and kid will be better off without you," he said. "I don't see how a child raised by a murderer could become anything good for society."
The pressure in the air thickened instantly.
The man's scream barely formed before it was crushed — his body collapsing inward, blood and flesh splattering across the wall. The overwhelming pressure of Infinity annihilated him in an instant.
Yuzuki turned away, not even sparing a glance.
"Two down," he said softly. "Time for the main course."
Rogan was still alive — barely.
He sat slumped against the ruined wall, using it for support. Every breath came with pain. His insides were shattered, bones crushed, blood dripping from his mouth. But he was still conscious.
Slowly, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small phone. His hands trembled as he pressed a number. The line clicked.
"Hello?" a voice answered on the other end.
Rogan coughed, his voice raspy and weak. "Gum…dum… Tell Vasco Melner…" He stopped to spit blood, the phone shaking in his hand. "Tell that bastard our boss… that Old Fin's been nurturing a living weapon here. And that weapon's baring its fangs."
The man on the other end sounded confused. "Rogan? What the hell are you—"
But Rogan hung up.
Yuzuki was already walking toward him. He stopped about three meters away, his expression unreadable.
"Vasco Melner, huh?" he said calmly. "Thanks for the information."
Rogan gave a faint, broken smile. "That shitty boss gave me a lot of trouble over the years," he said, voice fading. "So if I'm going down… he's going down with me."
"How loyal of you," Yuzuki mocked. Rogan just chuckled softly.
"Not gonna fight back?" Yuzuki asked, tilting his head. "Just sit there and die like the dog you are?"
Rogan laughed, the sound hoarse and weak. "Kids shouldn't cuss," he said. "But… all jokes aside, I'm in no condition to fight. My bones are crushed, my organs are mush. Even if I were fine, resisting would be pointless."
"I see," Yuzuki said quietly.
He raised his hand slightly. "Then I'll use you as a test subject. To test my ability."
Rogan chuckled again. "Go ahead."
Yuzuki brought his middle and index fingers together, lifting them upright.
"Nen Reversal: Red," he said clearly.
Red Aura started pulsing, threatening to from into a small red ball, but then again it collapsed.
Yuzuki frowned slightly. "Ahhhh. It failed again."
He lowered his hand. The two of them stared at each other — one dying, the other calm as still water — the silence between them almost deafening.