With everyone having voiced their stance, Nara Shikaku quietly let out a breath of relief.
"Well then, I suppose this matter is settled-"
"I object."
The voice came from Kirito.
"Wh-" The group froze for a moment, then Inuzuka Tsume, always the hothead, snapped first.
"You little brat, are you asking to die?!"
Asuma exhaled a long stream of smoke, narrowing his eyes as he turned toward Kirito.
"Oh? Now this I'm curious to hear. What exactly… is your objection?"
Kirito didn't answer.
He simply stared at him.
The two locked eyes in silence.
After a few seconds, Asuma's brow twitched.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he asked darkly.
Kirito's response was quiet, but sharp.
"You really don't know?"
"…Kirito-kun…" Hinata stood at his side, her voice barely above a whisper.
She knew that look. Knew it wasn't a joke.
He was the type who didn't care about gossip, didn't react to insults, and wouldn't lift a finger over things he found meaningless.
Even when the Hyuga clan was buried in scandal, he never flinched.
But if it was something, or someone, he cared about…
Then he would stop at nothing.
Hinata's gaze shifted.
It landed on Shirayuki.
The girl stood still, her expression hidden behind the curtain of her white hair. Her fingers clenched slightly.
Beneath the loose collar of her robe, a faint cut still lingered on the pale skin of her neck.
She said nothing.
But the mark said everything.
Asuma noticed it too. He glanced between Kirito and Shirayuki, his eyes narrowing.
Kirito didn't say a word.
He simply raised a hand,
And in the next moment, cherry blossoms swirled into existence once more, coalescing into his Zanpakutō.
The Konoha shinobi collectively tensed.
They'd seen what that sword could do.
Nara Shikaku's face paled.
This wasn't good.
"H-Hold on now!" he called out. "Whatever it is, we can talk it through! There's no need to- "
"Apologies, Shikaku-senpai," Kirito interrupted calmly. "This… isn't negotiable."
The tone left no room for discussion.
Asuma's eyes flicked back to Shirayuki.
Then he growled, voice heavy with frustration,
"Don't push your luck, Hyuga Kirito."
Clang!
A pink flash of steel hit the ground.
Kirito had thrust his blade forward.
Its tip landed just in front of Asuma's feet.
The jōnin's face darkened.
He glared at Kirito, at the calm, unwavering expression on his face, and laughed.
"Heh… so that's how it is. You've made up your mind, huh? Fine…"
He kicked the blade aside with a clatter.
Then lifted his chin and shouted,
"Let's see you try, kid. Let's see you-"
Schlick!
Asuma froze.
Eyes wide, he looked down in disbelief.
At some point, no one even saw him move, Kirito had appeared directly in front of him.
His hand was buried deep in Asuma's abdomen.
Veins pulsed along Kirito's temple, stretching from his eyes to his cheekbones, glowing faintly with an eerie blue-white light, like he was barely holding something back.
"Asuma!" someone cried.
A burst of blood shot from the jōnin's mouth.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
Then, slowly, he crumpled to the ground.
Kirito pulled his hand out, crimson dripping from his fingertips.
He looked down at the unconscious man without a hint of emotion.
He offered no explanation.
The crowd snapped out of their shock.
Shikaku's face went dark.
"Another rampage… has he lost control again?"
But Kirito shook his head.
"I haven't," he said plainly.
"I won't claim I'm fully in control, but everything I've done just now… was by my own will."
"Then answer this!" Inoichi roared, already kneeling by Asuma's side.
"Why did you do that?!"
He pressed chakra into Asuma's body, and his expression stiffened.
"...That strike severed critical chakra pathways," he said hoarsely. "Even if he survives… his career as a shinobi is over."
For Sarutobi Asuma, the Third Hokage's son, a man born into prestige and duty, this was worse than death.
Kirito didn't flinch.
He turned to Shikaku and said coldly:
"No reason. He simply shouldn't have raised a blade… against something I treasure."
His voice turned to ice.
"…Especially when he almost hurt her."
Everyone turned.
Shirayuki said nothing.
But her eyes, normally so calm, were quietly shaking.
Her lips parted slightly.
She wanted to speak. To stop him.
But no words came.
Kirito's words had been few.
But in those few, there was a crushing, unmistakable weight.
Tyranny.
It wasn't the wild chaos of his earlier rampage.
This wasn't instinct or fury or confusion.
This… was deliberate.
Rational.
Calculated.
Each word came with a clarity and threat far more terrifying than anything before.
A berserker, lost in madness, didn't scare them.
He was unpredictable, blinded by power.
But this…
This was a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
And meant every word of it.
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