Might Guy, Get the Hell Away from Me!

The string wound tight in Obito's mind all night snapped with a pop.

Guy's affectionate expression, coupled with that line—"We're both men"—burned the last shred of his reason to ashes.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Obito tensed his right leg and twisted his waist.

The mud-caked sole of his shoe slammed solidly into Guy's face, where those gleaming white teeth were flashing.

"Bang!"

A dull boom erupted.

Guy had been completely unprepared and flew backward into the house along with half the doorframe.

The dumbbells, barbell plates, and handstand rack inside were smashed in every direction, clattering loudly enough for half the street to hear.

Obito stood in the doorway, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

He bent down, fished the cracked wooden carving out of the muddy water, and stuffed it haphazardly into his pocket.

Leave.

He had to leave immediately.

Right now, all he wanted was to get away from this socially fatal scene that could send a person straight to the afterlife.

Just as he turned around, a sharp gust of wind suddenly swept up behind him.

Guy used the Body Flicker Technique to appear beside him, his callused hand landing heavily on Obito's shoulder.

The right side of this guy's face was swollen high, and one eye was ringed with purple, but the fire in his eyes burned even hotter than before.

"My dear friend! I understand now!"

Guy roared at the top of his lungs, shaking dewdrops from the trees.

"That shocking confession just now was all meant to confuse me!"

"Your true purpose was to ambush me with a youthful duel!"

The two old ladies sweeping across the street were completely stunned.

One had her mouth open wide enough to fit an egg inside, while the other's hand twitched and sent her broom straight into a