What does it mean for a child who is at most five or six years old to make such a gesture in front of three adults? It means he doesn't see them as a threat at all.
"You... you... you brat! Even if you're from the Hyūga clan, this is going too far!"
After being so thoroughly looked down upon, Boss Tobio finally couldn't take it anymore. He rushed up to Yūki in two or three steps, bent down, and swung a slap at him!
However, just as Tobio was about to teach this brat a lesson about societal rules, a palm that looked slender but carried palpable force suddenly shot out and clamped directly onto Tobio's throat!
The breath Tobio hadn't yet swallowed was instantly blocked in his windpipe, nearly suffocating him!
Frankly speaking, given Yūki's current height, even with his arm outstretched, he couldn't reach Tobio's throat. But because this guy had bent down, it was like offering his head up on a platter.
"Hiss! Hoo... hoo... hoo...!"
"Boss, this is your own fault. How can you handle such heavy work yourself?"
After lightly leaning back to dodge the slap, Yūki smiled and nodded at Tobio, then gently pushed him back a little.
"Are you looking for dea— Poof!"
Just when Tobio thought this brat was going to let him go, he saw a white shadow flash! The palm that had been gripping his throat moments before now struck his abdomen like lightning!
Logically, even if a five-year-old child strikes with all their might, the slap would probably feel like a tickle!
Thump! Suddenly, Tobio felt a sharp pain in his abdomen! How to describe this feeling? It was like being stabbed by a spear!
That's right—it was clearly just the force of a palm, but the impact felt like being pierced by a spear!
After taking this heavy blow, Tobio instinctively staggered back. After reeling a few steps, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. The intense pain left the boss completely unable to speak!
Tobio couldn't fight anymore. In fact, he knew very well that he was far weaker than Bessie and Prosciutto, but...
Damn, if this continues, "he" is going to come out!
As he fell to the ground, Tobio felt his consciousness growing increasingly blurry. He was clearly on the verge of passing out from the severe pain, but this was also the beginning of his demise.
"Boss! You're asking for it!"
From the time Tobio walked over until he was knocked down, everything happened in just a brief moment. Before Prosciutto and Bessie could even process what had happened, the boss was already on the ground clutching his stomach. The two of them instantly flew into a rage!
At that moment, Prosciutto, the older of the two, charged at the Hyūga child first, raising his right foot and aiming a direct kick at his forehead!
Legs are longer than arms, and kicks carry more power than punches. Prosciutto, with his years of brawling experience, naturally understood this principle.
So, Prosciutto's kick was executed with great skill. Though it didn't look elegant, it was fully lethal! If an ordinary five-year-old took that kick, they'd be done for!
But before taking action against these three, Yūki had already sized them up.
As expected, they were just a bunch of thugs who relied on brute strength to intimidate others—enough to scare ordinary people, but even a genin could easily handle them.
So, as that big foot came kicking toward him, Yūki didn't even bother to dodge. Instead, he spun around and delivered a precise palm strike directly to the inner knee of Prosciutto's right leg!
As a transmigrator from another world, aside from possessing the unique power of a Stand and high intelligence, Yūki's understanding of the human body surpassed that of ordinary people, reaching at least the level of a medical ninja.
Instantly, Prosciutto heard a crack from his right knee! His entire body immediately lost balance and fell to the right!
But it wasn't over yet! Just as the large body began to wobble and lose balance, Yūki used the momentum to leap up! His whole body descended like a meteor from above! He directly stomped on Prosciutto's forehead!
Yūki's weight was only about forty pounds now, but he jumped up at high speed and then came down with a stomp. The impact was equivalent to a forty-pound sandbag dropped from over six feet—possibly even more.
Thud! An old face met the force of gravity head-on. Prosciutto felt his brain shake, and then the world before him turned to darkness as he lost consciousness.
"Brother Prosciutto! Damn it! I will inherit my brother's will and kill you!"
Seeing Prosciutto taken down so quickly, the last remaining guy, the broccoli-headed Bessie, froze for a moment, then pulled out a fishing rod from his crotch!
Huh? A fishing rod? Wait, how did such a long thing fit into his pants?
Before Yūki could express his shock at this unreasonable scene, Bessie's thick hands were already swinging the fishing rod violently!
The alley wasn't large, but it was just barely enough for the fishing line to whirl around.
Almost a second after the fishing line and hook spun at high speed, with a flick of Bessie's wrist, the hook shot toward Yūki like a shuriken at incredible speed!
What is he doing?, is this, fishing fght?
Although Yūki had no idea how much of a "Beach Boy" fanatic this Bessie guy was, he knew that if he got hooked, things could get serious!
Under these circumstances, Yūki didn't bother about his image anymore. His small body directly performed a forward roll, tumbled a certain distance on the ground, then advanced instead of retreating, rolling straight toward Bessie!
"Ah!"
"The biggest weakness of this weapon is its poor close-range coverage, so don't use it in a one-on-one fight, idiot."
Ahhhhhhh!
The moment Bessie's fishhook missed, Yūki had already decisively rushed in front of him, nimbly circled to his side, and delivered a direct palm strike to Bessie's flank!
As Bessie's body hunched over slightly from the pain, the boy who was now fully immersed in the fight immediately followed up with another slap to the face, sending the broccoli-head's consciousness off to join his elder brother's in the next world...
Speaking of which, the entire fight seemed to have taken a long time, but in reality, from the first move to the last, it only took about thirty seconds at most.
"Just three little punks daring to provoke me? They really have a death wish."
In this world, the gap between ninjas and ordinary people was decisive. Yūki understood this very clearly, so he hadn't been worried from the start.
But just as he was about to go to the trash can where Naruto was hiding and open the lid to let the guy out—so he wouldn't suffocate inside—a figure staggered to its feet in the corner not far away.
Tobio? Did I hold back too much just now? How can you move again so soon? No, this guy seems... off?
Seeing the boss stand up with his head lowered, Yūki felt an inexplicable sense of wrongness, but he still warned, "If you lie back down, I'll pretend I didn't see you. But if you still want trouble, then— Huh?"
Before Yūki could finish, "Tobio" raised his head, and what Yūki saw was a pair of beast-like green pupils!
What? His pupils weren't this color before, were they? Wait... Who is this guy? Why does he seem completely different from before?
In an instant, Yūki began to doubt his memory because, in his recollection, the boss named Tobio definitely didn't look like this.
The originally short pink hair had visibly grown longer as he stood up, and his thin body had become as robust as a cheetah's. But that wasn't the biggest change—the most significant transformation was his overall presence.
Yes, presence.
If Tobio had been just a malicious villain boss before, then the "Tobio" now was a genuine killer!