The guards froze for a split second, their eyes wide with disbelief. The scene before them, their comrades torn apart in seconds had robbed them of courage. Panic overtook their initial resolve.
Their faces said it all: this kid, was an absolute monster.
Yuzuki's maniacal smile widened.
"Come on, guys," he said, voice dripping with amusement. "Don't tell me you're done already. This is not even enough for a warm-up, I need more fun."
Gun's face twisted with rage.
"Shut up, you brat! Don't you dare get cocky, we still have you outnumbered!"
Yuzuki's piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly.
"Don't you think I deserve to be cocky?" he said. "I mean, after all… I'm destined to be the strongest."
He leaned forward, voice dropping low.
"If you won't come to me… I'll have to come to you, you know."
Jimmy's composure cracked completely.
"No! Everyone, go at him! Attack him!" he shouted, panic bleeding into his voice.
Seventeen guards lunged forward at once, weapons raised.
Yuzuki just smiled, a predator's grin.
Then, in a flurry of motion too fast for the eye to follow, he unleashed his Jujutsu martial arts. Every strike was precise, lethal, and merciless. One after the other, seventeen lives ended in one unstoppable flow:
A guard charged with a knife, Yuzuki twisted, grabbed his arm, and snapped it backward, the knife embedding in the wall behind him. The he ran his fist through his throat.
Another attempted a punch but Yuzuki sidestepped and slammed his elbow into the man's sternum, breaking ribs. Then proceeded to deliver a spinning kick that snapped the man's head back. Another attempted to grab him but Yuzuki grabbed the guard's wrist, spun, and threw him into another guard, then proceed to pierce both their hearts with pointed palm attack, taking both down.
Another guard rushed with a sword, but Yuzuki blocked and disarmed him with a single flick, then swept his legs out then stomped his skull clean off when he got down. Another attempted a double knife attack, but Yuzuki deflected both with his forearm and countered with a strike to the chest which blew it apart.
Another guard swung a chain but Yuzuki caught it, yanked it, and pulled the guard forward with surprising strength into a wall, the guard crashed hard and died instantly.
Just like that, one by one all 17 guards died one after another. Yuzuki didn't even need to use his Nen abilities. He proved his overwhelming strength and satisfied he's ever growing ego by flexing to Emma and Ronda.
Seventeen bodies lay crumpled, broken, bloodied.
Emma's hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide.
"Is… is he even human?" she whispered.
Ronda's brow furrowed, voice trembling slightly.
"Even I… I'm not sure. What… what is this slaughter?"
Yuzuki stood, stepping over the last of the fallen, looking down at the carnage with an eerie calm.
Then his gaze shifted.
Two figures remained.
Jimmy and Gun.
Yuzuki's smile widened, his piercing eyes locking onto them.
"Only you two are left," he said, voice cold, measured, and filled with the thrill of dominance.
Yuzuki's piercing eyes scanned the two remaining men.
"Well then," he said, voice calm but cold, "your names were Jimmy and Gun, am I right? How unimaginative."
Gun's eyes widened as reality set in. The hopelessness of the situation hit him like a brick. His first thought—run.
But Yuzuki was faster.
Before Gun could even take a proper step, Yuzuki was on him. The short young man's speed was blinding. Gun's only coherent thought was simple and panicked: Too fast.
Yuzuki leapt and delivered a spinning kick, landing it cleanly on the left side of Gun's knee. The joint bent unnaturally, shattering under the force. Gun collapsed immediately, screaming in agony.
Emma and Ronda hissed in unison, their faces pale.
"That's got to hurt," Emma muttered.
Jimmy, watching the scene unfold, realized with absolute certainty that he was about to die.
Yuzuki crouched slightly, a fake expression of sympathy crossing his face.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" he said, voice mockingly soft. "I might have gone overboard… just a little."
Gun gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face, as he thought in disbelief: A little? A little? What the fck are you talking about?!
Yuzuki deliberately walked behind Gun, crouching low. Gun weakly asked, voice trembling,
"What… what are you planning to do?"
Yuzuki's grin widened. He scooped Gun up from behind, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"You're in pain, right? So I'm just putting you out of your misery."
Gun's cries grew softer, his voice desperate.
"No, please… please don't kill me! I'll work for you! I'll be your dog!"
Yuzuki ignored the pleas.
"Don't worry," he said softly, almost kindly. "It will all be over soon."
He began choking Gun out, his grip unyielding. Gun kicked and struggled, but his body eventually went limp. Yuzuki released him, letting his body slump to the ground.
Jimmy's eyes filled with tears, his teeth clenched in rage.
"I won't die so easily!" he screamed, charging at Yuzuki.
Yuzuki's grin widened, approving of the spirit.
"That's the spirit," he said.
With blinding speed, he grabbed Jimmy's right arm mid-charge. Pivoting expertly, he twisted Jimmy's arm around unnaturally and yanked it clean off. Jimmy's scream was cut short by the gush of blood, but he still charged forward with furious resolve.
Yuzuki, without missing a beat, slapped Jimmy with his own severed arm, a gesture of absolute disrespect. He then threw the arm aside, leapt onto Jimmy's back, and ripped his head off in a single motion. Blood sprayed across the floor, painting the scene in crimson.
Landing lightly on the ground, Yuzuki exhaled deeply.
"All done," he said.
"Emma, Ronda," he called out casually, voice carrying over the carnage. "You can come out now."
Emma and Ronda emerged carefully, dodging the multiple corpses scattered across the ground. Their eyes were wide, disbelief evident.
Is he really 10 years old? they both thought silently, hearts pounding at the sheer, incomprehensible power they had just witnessed.
They just couldn't believe it.