The wind screamed across the roof of the speeding train.
Metal rattled. Firelight flickered across shattered buildings rushing past below.
Simmons stood frozen.
Not because he was scared—
—but because Nobita was standing again.
No dagger.
No gadget.
Just his body.
Just his will.
Nobita slowly clenched his regenerated right hand.
The sound was sharp.
Solid.
Different.
Hunter Mode sharpened his vision—every breath Simmons took, every twitch of muscle, every imbalance in his stance appeared clearly, painfully obvious.
Leon whispered, almost to himself,
"…He's not even reaching for a weapon."
Helena swallowed.
"He doesn't need one."
Simmons' face twisted into rage.
"That power… that body… IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE!"
His flesh exploded outward again.
Bones cracked. Muscle piled on muscle. Claws tore free as the panther-like mutation roared to life, towering over Nobita.
The train roof bent under its weight.
Simmons lunged.
Fast.
Too fast for a normal human.
But Nobita moved first.
He stepped forward—inside the attack.
A mistake.
At least, it should have been.
Simmons' claw came down—
Nobita caught it.
Bare hand.
The impact sent a shockwave down the train, metal screaming as Nobita's feet slid back—but he didn't fall.
Simmons' eyes widened.
"…What—"
CRACK.
Nobita twisted his wrist and snapped the monster's arm backward, joints screaming as Simmons roared in pain.
Leon shouted, "HOLY—!"
Nobita didn't stop.
He drove his elbow into Simmons' chest.
Once.
Twice.
Each hit sounded like a cannon firing.
BOOM.
BOOM.
Simmons was launched backward, smashing through a metal barrier and skidding across the roof.
He barely recovered before Nobita was already there.
A knee to the jaw.
A punch to the ribs.
Another to the throat.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
Hunter Mode stripped everything down to efficiency.
Simmons tried to counter—tail whipping out—
Nobita ducked and punched straight through the flesh, grabbing muscle and bone and slamming Simmons face-first into the train roof.
The roof dented inward.
Sparks flew.
Simmons coughed blood, half-mutating, half-human.
Now he turned into human
"You think… brute force… wins?" Simmons rasped.
Nobita grabbed his nech and lifted him effortlessly.
"You're wrong," Nobita said quietly.
"It's not brute force."
He pulled his fist back.
"This is survival."
The punch landed.
Not flashy.
Not explosive.
Just perfect.
To Be Continued...