Slaying a Celestial Dragon-Collecting a Little Interest Today!

Countless sharp wooden spikes shot in from all directions, forcing CP0 to parry with their swords.

Dark Armament Haki flowed across the blade, slicing through the wooden spikes, but the spikes seemed endless, wave after wave.

In the instant he was frantically trying to do something, Natsu's other hand had already gathered dazzling lightning.

"Lightning Release: Chidori Sharp Spear"

A thin wooden splinter silently pierced his side, and his Armament Haki failed to block this seemingly insignificant attack.

CP0's movements suddenly froze.

In that one-thousandth of a second of pause, lightning tore through the air.

The Chidori Sharp Spear flew out of his hand with a piercing shriek, piercing his skull with pinpoint accuracy.

Pale blue lightning exploded inside his skull, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.

The headless corpse crashed to the ground, and countless roots immediately sprouted from the ground, coiling around the bones like greedy snakes and dragging them into the soil.

In the blink of an eye, not a trace of blood remained; only a slight mound of earth on the ground testified that a top-ranking agent of the World Government had once stood there.

Natsu patted off imaginary dust from her clothes and followed at a leisurely pace.

His footsteps were light, rustling on the fallen leaves, yet they sounded like a death knell, pounding on the hearts of every CP agent.

One of the agents gritted his teeth, turned around, and pointed his gun at Natsu.

But the moment his finger pulled the trigger, his eyes suddenly became vacant. The gun slowly turned, pointing at his own temple.

With a "bang".

Blood splattered on the nearby tree trunk and slowly trickled down.

Two more men drew their long swords and charged forward, their blades covered in jet-black Armament Haki.

But when they were three meters in front of Natsu, they suddenly stopped at the same time.

The two men exchanged a glance, and without the slightest hesitation, simultaneously swung their knives and slashed their own necks.

Warm blood splattered on Natsu's shoe tips, but he didn't even flinch.

The remaining agents fell one by one.

Some plunged daggers into their hearts, some leaped from tall trees, and some simply clung to nearby tree trunks, letting vines entwine their necks.

There was no resistance, no screams, only muffled thuds echoing through the silent forest.

Saint Charlos couldn't run anymore.

His bulky body was panting like a broken bellows, his expensive spacesuit was torn to shreds by tree branches, and his bubble hood had long since rolled away and disappeared.

He lost one of his shoes while running, and his bare feet were cut and bleeding from the gravel, making every step he took excruciatingly painful.

But he dared not stop.

He looked back.

The forest behind him was deathly silent. The agents who had just vowed to protect him had all vanished.

Only the boy in the greyish-white robe was walking towards him step by step.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on Natsu's face; it was a warm golden light, yet it made Saint Charlos feel cold all over.

Looking into the boy's emotionless eyes, a fear he had never felt before, a fear that seeped into his very bones, crawled up his spine and into his brain like a cold, venomous snake.

This was the first time in all his years that he had known what fear was.

He had killed people before, stolen other men's wives and children, and tortured slaves like toys.

He never knew what fear was, because everyone was afraid of him.

But now, as he watched the boy approach step by step, he felt his very soul tremble.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Warm liquid flowed down his trouser leg, forming a puddle on the ground.

"Bastard! You lowly bastard! You can't kill me! I'm Celestial Dragons! I'm Celestial Dragons!!"

Saint Charlos roared, spittle flying, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He shakily pulled a gold pistol studded with Diamond from his pocket, his finger trembling so much he could barely pull the trigger, but he still managed to aim it at Natsu's chest.

A flash of light.

A cold, white arc of light flashed so fast that its trajectory was impossible to discern. With a soft "sizzle," warm blood splattered across half of Natsu's face.

The golden pistol clattered to the ground, rolling a long way along with the large, fleshy hand.

"Aaaaaah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream ripped through the forest.

Saint Charlos's enormous body was twisted on the ground, blood gushing from his severed arm like a fountain, staining his pristine white spacesuit a glaring red.

His face was covered in snot and tears, and he rolled around screaming, "It hurts! It hurts so much! How dare you hurt me! I'll have the Five Elders execute you by a thousand cuts! And I'll have all the Uchiha captured and fed to the dogs!!"

Natsu slowly wiped the bloodstains from her face, looking down at him with eyes as cold as ice.

"Inferior beings are just inferior beings; they can't even see their own predicament until they die."

Another stab.

His left arm was also severed at the shoulder.

Blood spurted even higher, Saint Charlos's screams became distorted, as piercing as a pig being slaughtered.

"The World Government killed four of my people." Natsu stepped over the blood-soaked ground, walking step by step to him. The tip of her knife gently lifted his chin, her tone terrifyingly calm, "Today, I'll just collect this little bit of interest from you."

Natsu has always been a vengeful person.

In order to force Fugaku to lead his entire clan away from Konoha, he detonated 100,000 Explosive Tag buried underground in the village.

The towering Kakkō burned for three days and three nights, turning most of Konoha into scorched earth.

Those who once pointed fingers at the Uchiha, not even their remains were recovered.

He never tolerates injustice silently.

He will make sure to get back double what anyone owes him.

Natsu raised her foot and stepped on his cheek, the sole of her shoe grinding through the mud and blood, gradually increasing the pressure. Saint Charlos's mouth was forced open, only able to let out a hoarse, leaking sound.

The blade flashed again, so fast that it left no afterimage.

His chin and half of his tongue fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and got covered in mud.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed him like a tidal wave; Saint Charlos writhed wildly on the ground, blood spurting from his severed limbs everywhere.

He tried to shout, but could only make muffled gurgling sounds from his throat. Blood and foam kept gushing out from the cut, choking him and causing him to cough violently, his entire face turning purple.

Natsu's eyes remained unwavering. He withdrew his foot and was about to raise his hand when he suddenly paused slightly.

The distant sky was dyed a dazzling gold.

A yellow light streaked across the sky at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, and instantly reached overhead.

"Oh dear, how terrible!"

A lazy voice came from high above, carrying a hint of nonchalance, yet also an undeniable sense of oppression.

"The Yasakani no Magatama".

Countless golden light projectiles fell like dense raindrops, crashing onto the ground and creating deep craters.

Thick trees were snapped in half by the explosion, sending wood chips and dirt flying everywhere.