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Boom!
Ichiro Koizumi was slammed hard into the ground by Hayato's final throw. His body hit the ground so hard that it left a human-shaped crater—it looked like he was embedded in the floor.
Hayato was gasping for air, his chest heaving. After unleashing all that rage, his wild, furious expression started to clear up a bit. Slowly, step by step, he walked toward the crumpled Ichiro.
"N-No! Stay away!
Don't come any closer!" Ichiro was lying on the ground, practically every bone in his body shattered.
Watching Hayato approach, his face twisted in pure terror. His eyes were filled with fear and panic. Tears, snot, and blood poured from his mouth, nose, eyes—even his ears. He looked absolutely pitiful, like a beaten stray dog with a broken leg.
"P-Please, I'm begging you… don't kill me… M-Mom… help me… sob…" Ichiro was crying uncontrollably. He was genuinely scared, completely terrified. He never expected Hayato to explode like that—like some kind of monster. It was terrifying. Bone-chilling.
Hayato stood over Ichiro, looking down at the pathetic, broken mess below him. A strange, mocking smile crept across his face. This guy? he thought. This clown thought he could bully me?
But when you think about it… Ichiro was really just a kid—six or seven years old. Sure, he acted all high and mighty on a regular day, but he was nothing more than a spoiled brat who'd never been through anything real. Seeing him like this now, Hayato didn't even feel like hitting him again.
He let out a sigh and shook his head.
Ichiro noticed this and his eyes lit up with a flicker of hope. Maybe it's over, he thought. Maybe he's done…
But then, Hayato suddenly raised his right foot and—BAM!—stomped down hard on Ichiro's head.
SPLAT. Just like a watermelon being crushed underfoot. Ichiro's skull exploded instantly—blood, brain matter, and shards of bone sprayed everywhere. He was dead. No coming back from that.
Even after smashing Ichiro's head, Hayato's rage didn't calm down. His mind was still filled with fury—uncontrollable, burning rage. He was losing it. All those years of being bullied flashed through his memory—the taunts, the beatings, the humiliation… All of it played over and over in his head.
The final image burned into his brain: the moment he bit Ichiro's hand and then got kicked by that Uchiha clan chūnin.
"RAAAGHHH!" Hayato roared. The sound was full of fury, like a wild beast completely off the leash—dangerous and out of control.
He turned toward the direction that Uchiha chūnin had gone. He slammed a foot into the ground—BOOM!—leaving a huge crater behind.
Then he shot forward like a missile, blazing with fury. Every step smashed the ground beneath him, each one launching his body several meters ahead. He was like a human tank, charging full throttle.
In no time, Hayato spotted the Uchiha chūnin up ahead. Hayato let out another furious roar and bolted straight toward him.
The chūnin heard the noise and instinctively turned around—only to lock eyes with a pair of bloodthirsty, rage-filled eyes like nothing he'd ever seen before. His heart skipped a beat—he actually felt panic.
Before he could react, Hayato was already in his face, a massive fist flying right at him.
To his credit, the Uchiha chūnin was still a skilled fighter. He instinctively crossed his arms in front of him to block.
BAM!CRACK!
Hayato's punch smashed into the chūnin's arms with a sickening thud, followed by the sharp crack of bones breaking.
The next moment, the chūnin was sent flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth before he even hit the ground. He'd reacted fast and managed a basic defense—but Hayato's punch was just too powerful.
The sheer force not only shattered his arms, it blasted straight through and crushed his chest. He crashed to the ground, his chest caved in completely.
Hayato's single punch had pulverized his ribcage. The guy didn't even get a chance to scream before he died.
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