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"Hmph!"
Seeing this, Tajima let out a cold snort.
"Fugaku, how about I help you teach your arrogant son a lesson? You don't mind, do you?"
Fugaku's face darkened. He didn't say a word.
That silence was as good as consent.
Letting that brat Akira suffer a bit wasn't a bad thing. After all, the kid hadn't shown him, his own father, even the slightest respect. He cursed him whenever he felt like it. Utterly unfilial.
Besides, with Fugaku here, things wouldn't go too far. Akira wouldn't actually get beaten to death.
Seeing Fugaku remain silent, Uchiha Tajima's lips curled into a savage grin.
"Very well, Fugaku. Rare to see us agree on something."
He finished speaking, but didn't move.
Instead, he continued blocking Fugaku's path and turned his head to order one of the Uchiha behind him.
"Hiroki, go teach this little brat a lesson. Just don't kill him."
"Heh heh! Leave it to me, boss!"
Uchiha Hiroki cracked his knuckles, excitement written all over his face as he stepped forward.
"I've hated this little punk for a long time. If Clan Head Fugaku weren't here, I'd have smashed his mouth in already.Heh, thanks, boss, for giving me this chance!"
Bang!
The wooden floor beneath his feet caved in slightly as Hiroki shot forward, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
Like a beast released from its cage, he charged at Akira with a crushing, destructive aura.
Seeing Hiroki come out swinging like this, Fugaku grew uneasy.
No matter how rebellious the boy was, he was still his son. Fugaku didn't want Akira to actually get hurt.
But Tajima was firmly blocking his way, making it impossible for him to step in immediately.
Damn it. He's doing this on purpose.
Cursing inwardly, Fugaku raised his voice.
"Hiroki! Don't go too far, or I won't spare you!"
"Relax," Tajima replied with a smile. "Hiroki knows his limits. He's just giving that brat a tiny little lesson."
In his heart, though, Tajima sneered."At most, he'll just lose a few parts. Like his arms and legs. I'm sure Hiroki knows what to do."
Whoosh!
Hiroki circled around and appeared right in front of Akira.
With a feral grin on his face, he swung a fist straight toward Akira's mouth.
"Damn brat! I'll wreck that filthy mouth of yours first, then break all four of your limbs!"
The punch hadn't even landed yet, but the sharp wind from it already slapped Akira's face.
It was clear Hiroki wasn't joking. He really meant to smash his mouth to pieces.
Facing this brutal punch, Akira casually raised one hand and effortlessly blocked it.
"Huh?! What the hell?! Where did you get this kind of strength, brat?!"
Hiroki stared in disbelief. His full-powered punch had been stopped by a single small palm.
Akira had no intention of answering.
His fingers tightened sharply.
Crack. Crack.
Like crushing popcorn, the bones in Hiroki's hand shattered instantly into countless fragments.
Jagged bone shards pierced through the skin, leaving his entire hand a bloody mess.
"Ahhhh! My hand! Damn it!"
The pain drove Hiroki completely mad. A kunai appeared in his other hand out of nowhere.
"Die!"
The blade stabbed straight toward Akira's head.
Akira calmly reached out again.
Slash!
The kunai pierced straight into his palm. Apart from a shallow cut, it did absolutely nothing.
After drinking two vials of Super Soldier Serum, Akira's physical durability was terrifying even without transforming.
Kunai and shuriken were basically useless against him.
If he transformed into his muscle-bound form, that kunai wouldn't even break his skin.
That's how absurd it was.
"How… how is this possible?! You… you're a monster!"
Hiroki was completely stunned.
The kunai only scratched him. How was he supposed to fight this?
That skin was tougher than a city wall!
Crack. Crack.
Akira ignored his shock and crushed the kunai and Hiroki's bones together into powder.
"Ahhh!"
Hiroki screamed as the pain exploded through him.
"Didn't you say earlier you were going to smash my mouth and break my limbs?"
Akira looked up at him with a gentle smile.
But in Hiroki's eyes, it was the smile of a demon.
As if he already knew what was coming, his face, pale from pain, turned even whiter.
He stopped screaming and began begging desperately.
"Don't! Don't! Don't! I was just joking! I didn't really mean it! Please, let me go!"
He thrashed wildly, trying to break free.
But Akira's hands were like iron clamps. No matter how hard Hiroki struggled, he couldn't escape.
"Help! Somebody help me! He's a monster! He's not Uchiha Akira at all! Hurry—"
Crack!
Akira kicked upward, shattering Hiroki's jaw along with the teeth in his mouth.
All the cries for help were smashed right back down his throat.
"Next are the arms," Akira said calmly.
He pulled hard, twisted both wrists a full 360 degrees, then bent them back violently.
Crack!Crack!
Hiroki's arms twisted into grotesque, unnatural angles.
"Finally, the legs."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Crack!Crack!
Akira fired off two lightning-fast kicks, instantly shattering Hiroki's knees.
Thud.
Akira casually tossed the now-unconscious Hiroki aside like trash. He clapped his hands and muttered softly,
"Alright. Just like you asked. Mouth smashed, limbs ruined.Looks like I really did inherit the fine tradition of the Great Foodie Empire. Always returning the favor."
Uchiha Hiroki lay at Akira's feet like a lump of mud.
The entire hall was stunned.
At this point, none of the Uchiha present had fully processed what had just happened.
Fast.
Too fast.
So fast it was even quicker than the time they spent exercising at home at night.
"..."
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