Indra didn't slow down. His voice cut through the air like a blade dipped in frost.
"My name? You don't need to know it," he said, murder simmering behind every word. "Because you'll all be corpses soon."
The killing intent rolling off him was thick enough to choke on. Even the air seemed to shrink away.
Deadpool, being Deadpool, reacted with all the grace of a caffeinated ferret.
"Big talk, buddy! I'll carve you up first!"
He lunged, twin katanas flashing.
A single metallic crack answered him.
Snap.
Deadpool's blades shattered against Indra's forearm like they were cheap props from a Halloween store.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me—how hard ARE you!?"
Indra didn't bother replying. He simply backhanded Deadpool with a punch straight through the chest, sending him cartwheeling across the yard and flattening a full-grown tree.
Deadpool wheezed from the dirt. "Okay… that… that was unnecessary."
Ryuuto exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders as shadow-like chakra rippled around him.
"Alright then. Guess we're doing this. Let's see what you've got."
Shadow Clone Technique.
In a crack of displaced air, dozens of Ryuutos rushed forward, closing in from every angle. Thunderous impacts erupted as clone after clone hammered Indra, fists and kicks colliding like a barrage of steel.
But Indra didn't bleed. He didn't bruise. He didn't even budge.
It was like striking a mountain wrapped in titanium.
"So this is all?" Indra snorted. "The great X-Men couldn't impress a toddler."
He moved. Brutal efficiency. Bone-crushing force. One by one, the clones flickered out in bursts of smoke, leaving nothing but gouged soil behind.
Deadpool groaned. "Is this guy carved out of bedrock? I feel so… violently useless."
Ryuuto smirked, refusing to be rattled.
"Heh. You're amusing, I'll give you that. And is that a ruby stuck on your forehead? Trying a new fashion direction, uncle?"
"That is not a mole. It is a ruby," Indra growled, jaw tightening. The killing intent in his eyes doubled. "Focus, brat. If you don't, you'll die before you regret it."
"Sure. Try me."
Lightning Style: Raikiri.
Thunder snapped into existence around Ryuuto's hand, forming a blade of lightning that howled like a starving beast.
Finally, Indra's expression shifted.
"…At last. Something worth reacting to."
He charged head-on.
Ryuuto didn't waste breath on banter. He met Indra in an explosion of light.
The Raikiri struck—
—but didn't pierce.
A gleaming white aura erupted around Indra's body, condensing into scaled, high-density armor that clung to him like forged battle-plate.
"What the—? He tanked Raikiri!?" Gwen yelped from the sidelines, force-fields shimmering instinctively around her.
Deadpool yelled, "This guy's skull must be sponsored by adamantium!"
From the house, half-asleep Katie Dee wandered out in pajamas, rubbing her eyes.
"Why… is the yard exploding again?"
Deadpool sprinted toward her like a desperate puppy.
"Katie-chan! Perfect timing! Can you ask Ryuuto to strip my atoms with that world-ripping thing? I swear I'll buy you ANY toy you wan—"
"Boring."
Katie turned away and walked back inside.
Deadpool froze mid-plead, heart cracking dramatically. Susan and Gwen covered their mouths to hold back laughter.
A thunderclap snapped their attention back.
Ryuuto's Raikiri finally forced Indra to stagger, lightning dancing violently across the armored surface.
Indra grit his teeth. Pain twisted his expression, but he welcomed it.
"You should've finished me when you had the chance."
His eyes burned red. "Now watch me exceed every Mutant alive!"
Ryuuto narrowed his gaze. "Yeah? Let's see who's kissing the ground first."
He dropped Raikiri, chakra spiraling through his body as his eyes flashed pale.
Eight Trigrams Palms: Revolving Heaven.
Ryuuto spun, releasing a roaring torrent of chakra. A storm-like dome expanded outward, ripping through the clearing and sending dirt flying in waves.
Indra took the full blast.
"GAAAH!"
He staggered violently, armor cracking, body twisting under the overwhelming rotation. But instead of falling, he dug his heels in, forcing his way forward, refusing to bow.
He howled in raw rage. "I WILL NOT BE OUTDONE!"
Ryuuto suddenly stopped Revolving Heaven. His stance shifted.
Indra blinked. "What are you—?"
Gentle Fist Style: Eight Trigrams Three Hundred and Sixty-One Strikes.
Ryuuto blurred.
What followed was a storm of precision.
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