Ryuuto didn't wait for the raging mutant to finish his threat.
His palm shot upward, slamming into Indra's chin with a sharp crack. The impact lifted the man clean off his feet and sent him spinning through the air like a dropped action figure.
And that was just the warm-up.
Before Indra even touched the ground again, Ryuuto was already on him. His movements blurred, each strike hitting a vital point with pinpoint cruelty. Chakra surged through Indra's body, sealing nerve clusters and cutting off the mutant's flow of energy.
Indra's defensive armor flickered. What had been unbreakable moments ago now shuddered like cracked glass.
"You… what did you do to me?!"
Indra's roar cracked into panic as he staggered forward, limbs trembling, eyes widening in disbelief. His fists wouldn't even clench.
"You don't need to know," Ryuuto said with a crooked grin. "What matters is you're done. Totally, beautifully done."
He leaned forward, voice dropping to a mocking murmur.
"Unless you wanna bow your head now and apologize, I might consider letting you keep your dignity."
"You wish!"
Indra spat blood, rage turning his eyes a feral red. His muscles twisted, aura exploding again as he forced out every last fragment of power his body could muster.
"In that case," Ryuuto sighed, cracking his neck, "I'll beat you until you look like a melted traffic cone."
His eyes sharpened. His breath steadied.
"Eight Inner Gates… First Gate, Open."
"Second Gate, Open."
"Third Gate, Open."
"Fourth Gate, Open."
"Fifth Gate, Open."
"Sixth Gate, Open."
"Seventh Gate… Open."
A shockwave burst outward, ripping through the air.
Ryuuto's hair snapped upward, aura flaring gold-white like a star about to collapse. Every muscle in his body tightened, humming with impossible force.
Indra swung first. A desperate barrage.
Ryuuto didn't budge. Not even a twitch.
Indra's fists turned red. His bones audibly rattled from the recoil.
"That all you've got? Seriously?"
Ryuuto vanished, reappearing with a hand clamped around Indra's collar.
Then came the backhand.
A thunderous, insulting, disrespectful backhand.
Indra's armor shattered in spiderweb cracks. Chunks of it fell away like falling scale plates.
"Up you go!"
Ryuuto hurled him into the sky. In the blink of an eye, he was already above him, cutting off escape.
Indra barely had time to look horrified before Ryuuto hammered him down like a meteor.
The mutant crashed into the earth hard enough to make the ground scream.
Dust exploded.
Silence followed.
Deadpool whistled low. "Man… he hit that guy so hard his future grandkids felt it."
Katie Dee giggled, clapping her tiny hands. "Ryuuto-nii is ruthless. I love it!"
Gwen pumped a fist. "Serves him right. Idiots like that need to be folded like laundry."
As the dust settled, Indra's head poked out of the crater.
Barely conscious. Barely human-looking.
Ryuuto crouched down and tapped his forehead. "So? Ready to surrender?"
"I… refuse…"
Even now, Indra glared up with stubborn defiance.
Deadpool immediately scampered over, vibrating with excitement.
"Oh! Oh! Since he's refusing, can I be the one you kill next? Pretty please? Let me feel the 'Original World Stripping' thing!"
"Get away from me before I actually do it."
Ryuuto shoved him aside like annoying pop-up ads.
Then he turned back to Indra.
"You're tough. I'll give you that."
His Sharingan twisted into its Mangekyō form.
"But stubborn doesn't beat stupid."
The moment their eyes met—
Tsukuyomi.
Time around Indra shattered like glass. His consciousness plummeted into a nightmare labyrinth, the kind that makes grown men cry without knowing why.
In the real world, his body slumped. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
Deadpool squatted beside him. "He's not dead, right? Because I want a turn."
"Relax," Ryuuto muttered. "He'll live. Unfortunately."
To shut Deadpool up, Ryuuto flicked a hand.
"Dust Release: World-Stripping."
Deadpool vanished inside a barrier with a pop, disintegrating into harmless dust before reforming a moment later, whining loudly from inside the field.
"Haha! Ryuuto-nii, you're incredible!"
Katie Dee launched herself at him, hugging him tight like a koala. Her cheeks were warm, eyes sparkling.
Ryuuto, despite the exhaustion burning in his limbs, couldn't resist reaching out and squeezing her cheek gently.
"Yeah, yeah. Your brother's awesome. Welcome to another Tuesday."