"Ryuuto, you sure this is a good idea? Where are you even heading now?"
Tony looked skeptical as Hulk hoisted a half-dead Gambit like a sack of potatoes.
"What's wrong? We're all brothers here. No need for thanks—just buy me ramen later." Ryuuto grinned, gave a lazy salute, and vanished in a blur of high-speed movement.
[Ding! Mission Complete!]
Shion's voice drifted into his mind, playful as always.
[Master, congratulations on clearing an SSS-ranked mission! Rewards: Battle Medal x1, Ninja Shuriken x20, EXP +80,000, and two lucky draws!]
"Now we're talking! That medal's gotta be something fancy. Show me."
[You got it, Master.]
A golden medal materialized in his palm, humming with restrained power. The moment Ryuuto touched it, energy surged through his body like lightning.
[This medal is a special reward for clearing a high-difficulty mission. When worn, your combat stats get a major boost! All ninjutsu damage is multiplied!]
"Hell yeah. Alright, let's roll the lottery—I want that Character Data Pack."
[As you wish. But remember, only two tries. You can save them for next time... if you're not feeling brave.]
He slammed the red button without hesitation. The giant wheel spun wildly until it stopped with a soft ding.
[Congratulations! You've triggered a Mysterious Mission: Hunt and defeat the mutant known as Daken within one hour! Reward: Double EXP and Character Data Integration Points!]
"One hour, huh? Guess my break's cancelled." Ryuuto cracked his neck. "Let's go make this quick."
Using X-Men's satellite database, he tracked Daken's heat signature—straight to an underground fight club.
"Perfect."
With a deafening BOOM, the door exploded inward. Ryuuto stepped through the smoke like a storm in human form. "Alright, who's Daken? Come out—I need to have a little 'chat' about your life goals."
A mountain of muscle with slicked-back hair crushed a sandbag into dust and turned toward him. "That's me. What do you want?"
Ryuuto grinned. "Relax, uncle. I just wanna talk about the meaning of life."
That mocking tone was gasoline on fire. Daken's eyes went cold. "You've got guts, brat. I'll show you what power really means!"
He lunged, fists like cannon fire—but Ryuuto sidestepped effortlessly, studying him like a lab sample.
The onlookers erupted. "Yeah, Daken! Show that punk who runs this place!"
"Hit him harder!"
The ring cleared as they cheered, confident this newcomer would get crushed.
They were wrong.
After dodging a flurry of blows, Ryuuto finally moved. One step. A single elbow strike—clean, precise—slammed into Daken's jaw, sending him stumbling back with blood on his lips.
Ryuuto dusted off his hands. "That's it? You hit like a vending machine."
The crowd froze. The air was thick with disbelief.
Daken spat blood, then grinned. "You're strong. Stronger than I expected. But if I go all out… you'll die."
"Cute." Ryuuto tilted his head, smirking. "I've never died before, so let's find out what it's like."
He tightened his gloves, chakra flickering like fire across his skin. The floor cracked under his step.
Across from him, Daken's claws unsheathed with a metallic shing, his feral eyes gleaming.
The next clash was about to shake the entire club to its foundations.
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