"This guy… Was his previous demeanor an act? Just who are you?"
Watching "Tobio" stand up, his posture immediately transforming into something completely different from before, Yuki felt an ominous premonition rise in his heart.
This man was strong—utterly unlike the previous "Tobio." They weren't even on the same level.
"Tch tch tch… To be forced to reveal my true self in Konoha, of all places, and by a brat whose hair hasn't even fully grown. Tobio is truly a hopeless waste."
But the current "Tobio" seemed to have no intention of acknowledging Yuki. Instead, he let out an unpleasant laugh.
True self? I see. The previous Tobio wasn't an act but something like a second personality? This guy is the real deal.
Roughly understanding what bizarre situation was unfolding before him, Yuki instinctively spoke up, "You say that, but isn't it too…"
Yet these words stopped halfway. Not because Yuki didn't want to finish, but because he simply couldn't.
Because the moment he started speaking, the man's sharp gaze swept toward him, bringing with it a killing intent so thick it felt like being submerged in a mountain of blades and a sea of blood!
Yes, this was the first time in his life Yuki had sensed killing intent so powerful it could induce hallucinations!
Death! If I make one wrong move, I'll die the next second! This wasn't Yuki's imagination but something very likely to happen.
"You… Just how many people have you killed?"
Swallowing secretly, Yuki slightly lowered his stance, his expression grim.
The aura of a wolf that has tasted meat versus a sheep that only eats grass could be sensed the moment they opened their mouths. And the amount of "meat" required to accumulate such vast killing intent was simply unimaginable!
"How many have I killed? Hehehe… Can you remember how many steamed buns, rice balls, sushi, ramen, fried rice, dumplings, or mochi you've eaten?"
"I can't remember, but you seem to have eaten a bit too much…"
Watching "Tobio," who wore a bone-chilling smile, Yuki continued playing the role of the snarker, but his heart was pounding wildly.
I'm no match for him. The moment that killing intent emerged, Yuki had already reached that judgment.
What to do? Run? But even if I could escape—which is uncertain—what about Naruto?
Yuki quietly glanced at Naruto, whom he'd stuffed into the trash bin. Right now, the crown prince was only five years old; aside from having a fox inside him, he was no different from any other brat.
In other words, the current Naruto was practically defenseless against a malicious opponent. Even if he were about to die, the Nine-Tails inside him wouldn't come to his aid—it might even be hoping he'd die sooner.
Forget it. I'll stall. If I stall a bit longer, that ANBU guard should find this place.
At this moment, Yuki deeply missed the ANBU guard he had shaken off. But given his skills, he should quickly relocate the young master and catch up. So just stall.
After thinking for a few seconds, Yuki could only sigh, then adopt a combat stance toward "Tobio," who stood not far away, eyeing him like a hunter.
Running would also likely mean death and could put Naruto in extreme danger. So fight it is.
"Ho? Should I say 'ignorance is bliss,' or 'fools rush in'? To not immediately flee before me, Diavolo."
Seeing this Hyūga brat actually dare to adopt a fighting posture, the "Boss's true self," Diavolo, revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
Diavolo was an A-rank rogue ninja—one from Kirigakure's Bloody Mist era, yet few knew of his existence.
This man's strength wasn't exceptionally powerful, yet astonishingly, he could easily complete assassination missions ordinary people couldn't. Almost no one could evade his assassinations.
Like erasing his own existence from the world, this ghostly figure constantly stirred storms in the underworld. Even with a bounty of ten million ryo placed on his head, no one could ever track him down.
Of course, now Yuki understood why. After all, this guy usually hid inside Tobio's body. This transformation wasn't disguise or transformation jutsu but genuine physical and mental swapping. Anyone discovering that would be seeing ghosts…
But even so, Yuki calmly said, "Don't overestimate yourself. Judging by your look, you're a rogue ninja, right? Remember, this is Konoha. If discovered, you won't escape."
"Right. So I just need to kill you before being discovered. How many have died in the shadows here anyway!"
With Diavolo's cold laugh, his cheetah-like streamlined body flickered—he vanished from his spot inexplicably!
So fast! Instantly, Yuki felt a chill behind him. Strong survival instincts drove his body to leap upward, barely dodging the hand-chop that nearly pierced his chest from behind!
Don't forget—Yuki is only five now, barely a meter tall. Though his strength and durability were extremely low, the relative advantage was the small area enemies could attack.
Combined with Yuki's inherently agile movements and ability to use chakra for swift motion, hitting him truly wasn't easy.
Tch, such an agile brat. That's why I hate brats—like dung beetles soaking in a toilet!
But recklessly jumping is seeking death! After missing his attack, Diavolo watched the figure floating midair, then charged over even faster!
Midair, with no leverage and the nearest wall out of reach, the only thing that small body could do next was fall and be pierced through the chest by Diavolo!
Yes, Diavolo was a chest-piercing enthusiast. Cold, cruel, decisive, and vicious—his mind full of piercing people to death. Of course, he considered it merely a minor hobby, like embroidery.
But thanks to years of seeking chests to pierce, Diavolo's hands had been honed sharper than blades. One stab guaranteed front-to-back or back-to-front penetration—extremely lethal!
"Die!"
With a gust of wind, Diavolo's right hand shot toward Yuki's chest! If no miracle occurred, the next second should bring the beautiful sight of a blood flower blooming there!
Yet a miracle truly appeared.
The instant Diavolo's hand was about to hit Yuki, that petite body shifted sideways about half a meter midair without any warning!
Yes—without warning, not even a hint of movement. Hyūga Yuki's body floated midair like a puppet pulled by strings, dodging Diavolo's "chest-piercing kill" while simultaneously closing in on him!
NANI?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Am I dreaming?! Must be dreaming! How could this not be a dream?!
Watching this five-year-old child, ghost-like, dodge his attack midair with no leverage, then counterattack by charging toward him, Diavolo wore an expression of utter disbelief!
Yet the next second, that expression instantly froze, because a tiny palm had already swept past his chin at incredible speed!
Swept past— not slapped, not struck, merely grazed with minimal contact. That's all.
It wasn't a powerful blow. At least for the battle-hardened Diavolo, such light force was like scratching an itch.
But strangely, after Yuki's palm swept past, Diavolo only felt his head spin. The world before his eyes swiftly spun, as if he'd suffered a heavy blow!