Dong-!
Big Ben's chimes echoed through the mist, deep and resonant, carrying through the vapor over the River Thames and past the spires of Westminster to announce the morning to the entire city.
Before the last echoes had faded, Tianyi was already standing outside 10 Downing Street.
He stood beyond the black wrought-iron fence, gazing calmly through its gaps. The Byakugan shifted faintly in the depths of his eyes, bringing every floor, every room, and every corridor inside the building into view.
In the office on the left side of the second floor, John Bull's prime minister was leafing through documents, his expression unchanged, clearly unaware of what was about to happen.
Inside the iron fence, five armed guards stood on either side of the entrance, pistols at their waists and rifles slung across their chests.
Beside the guard booth on the right, a mounted officer sat upright on a tall, dark brown horse. The horse's police tack and the fully equipped officer's uniform stood out in the morning light.
Tianyi walked forward.
As he drew closer, the horse, which had been standing quietly, suddenly grew agitated.
Its ears flattened back, its nostrils flared, and its forehooves scraped restlessly at the ground as it let out a low whinny.
Animal instinct had alerted it to an indescribable oppressive presence emanating from the seemingly ordinary tourist before it.
The mounted officer frowned and tightened the reins, trying to control the horse. At the same time, he glared viciously at Tianyi and spat out a short, rude shout.
"Get lost-!"
Tianyi did not even look at the officer. With a slight curl of his fingertip, the power of Magnet Release surged out silently and enveloped the officer's body with precision.
The officer's curse was still rumbling in his throat when his entire