I Am the Utterly Unremarkable Nima Mele Maimepi (Please Subscribe, Please Vote!)

I Am the Utterly Unremarkable Nima Mele Maimepi (Please Subscribe, Please Vote!)

If he could, Aoba really wanted to shout, "I could tell at a glance that you aren't human. Behold my Great Power Heavenly Dragon!" Then he wanted to slap Killer B dead on the spot.

He had never seen anyone this troublesome!

At a time like this, a Jinchuriki had grabbed him by the leg, while the Raikage was glaring daggers at him from behind...

If the Six Paths of Pain showed up right now and wanted to choose a place to release Chibaku Tensei, where would they pick?

So, given the current situation, what could he do to leave without arousing suspicion?

Asking online, and it was extremely urgent!

This time, the all-powerful idiots online couldn't help him, because before he even had a chance to speak, B—who was determined to learn rap from him—was already yanked down by the Raikage, whose face had turned frighteningly dark.

The Raikage even threw his cane onto the ground.

For some reason, seeing this scene suddenly made Aoba feel terribly heartbroken and pitiful.

What heartless bastard had been so ruthless? Losing an arm was one thing—at worst, that meant losing a girlfriend—but how could they even spare his leg?

And what a coincidence that, out of his three legs, they hadn't chosen the shortest one. That was just too much!

What are you looking at? Yes, you, Ōnoki!

Aoba wasn't taking the blame for this.

The Raikage's leg had clearly been destroyed by Ōnoki's Dust Release. It had nothing to do with him.

They couldn't pin everything on him!

Amid Killer B's incessant shouts of "Let me go!" and "I want to become your disciple!"—words that made the Raikage's expression grow darker and darker—the Raikage looked directly at the man