"What was that? He blocked so many cannonballs with his bare hands!"
The Marines aboard the warships nearly had their eyes pop out at the sight. They had clearly received reports that the criminal Mirai Uchiha's abilities were summoning a giant and spatial transference. What had that been just now? Repulsion? Time manipulation? Or some kind of barrier?
"You trash, what are you standing around staring for? Fire the cannons already! That damned lowborn actually dared to hit me. Today, I'll personally capture him and make him a slave for the rest of his life!" Amoni—the fat youth whom Mirai had struck when he first arrived in this world—had awakened by now. Upon hearing that the person who had hit him was being pursued by the Marines, he had personally boarded a warship to have Mirai arrested.
"Lord Amoni, it's dangerous here. Please wait inside the cabin. We will definitely bring the lowborn who offended you before you!" A colonel said with a fawning smile. Even after Amoni called him trash, he accepted it calmly. It couldn't be helped—the person before him was one of the World Nobles, a Celestial Dragon. If he performed well, promotion and riches would be within reach.
"What danger? I am a proud World Noble. Do those lowborn on the other side dare lay a hand on me? More importantly, if you worthless fools don't capture those lowborn soon, I'll make you regret it!" Amoni sniffed back the snot that was about to drip into his mouth and spoke to the colonel with contempt.
"Yes, yes, we'll see to it immediately!" The colonel nodded and bowed a few times, then roared at the Marines beside him, "What are you idiots standing around for? Keep firing! I refuse to believe he can block that many!"
Whoosh!