Leaf Secret Transmission Taijutsu Mystery

Two minutes later, Kyle was nearly blinded by the mountain of gold piled inside the vault.

"How... much is there?"

The mountain of gold was nearly high enough to reach the ceiling.

"In fact, everything in this vault is just a drop in the bucket compared to the wealth your father possessed at the height of his power."

Kyle turned his head stiffly. This was just a drop in the bucket?

Right. His father had once been the leader of the Magical World, with influence spread across all of Europe...

Fine, he was just too inexperienced.

With this vast fortune, Kyle immediately abandoned a certain bold idea.

Actually, while riding the cart down the tracks into these deep underground vaults, Kyle had been memorizing the surrounding terrain and Gringotts' defenses...

He had even worked out the initial plan of action. All that remained was to recruit a few like-minded teammates, form the Yingland Three Heroes, and put his plan into practice.

But now that he had this enormous sum of money, and with three generations of farmers in his family having been terrified of poverty, he no longer needed to take such risks.

Still, he really wanted to pull off a job!

"So, Professor, are we going to buy a wand now?" Standing out on the street, Kyle tried hard to keep his eyes from drifting toward Gringotts.

"Hmm... let's buy clothes first. Custom-made clothing takes quite a bit of time. We can come back for them after we finish buying everything else."

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was only separated from Gringotts by a single shop, so Kyle found it easily.

Before he even reached the entrance, Kyle heard voices coming from inside.

"I think this left sleeve could be taken in a little more, dear. Let me—"

"Ow!" a young boy's voice cried out. "Be careful! Watch where you stick that needle, you stupid old woman! Mother! I don't want this outfit anymore!"

Another female voice, tinged with indulgence, spoke up. "You're right, Draco. Now I know what sort of social trash buys clothes here... We can get something better at Twilfitt and Tattings."

Before he could push the door open, it was roughly shoved outward from inside, and the gust it raised fluttered Kyle's bangs.

Standing before Kyle was a meticulously groomed little brat, his platinum-blond hair slicked back and his handsome face wearing an arrogant expression.

Just a spoiled little brat, Kyle thought.

Before Kyle could even step aside to let them pass, the other boy spoke.

"Move!" Draco looked Kyle up and down, taking in his Muggle clothes. "You stinking Mudblood!"

The insult instantly changed Kyle's mind. He had no idea what a Mudblood was, but the adjective before it made it clear that it was definitely not a nice word.

For children spoiled by awful parents, it was better to let them learn what a beating from society felt like.

Kyle glanced behind him. Professor Dumbledore had not caught up yet, so...

Kick his ass!

Kyle narrowed his eyes, pulled a round object from his clothes, and violently hurled it at the ground.

A faint explosion rang out, followed by a flash of blinding light.

Draco's vision blurred, and Kyle vanished from his sight.

A foot that had somehow appeared behind him kicked him to the ground.

"Leaf Taijutsu Mystery!" Kyle formed the Tiger Seal with both hands, a wild and sinister grin on his face. "Thousand Years of Death!"

Draco, kneeling on all fours, had no idea why, but the moment he heard those words, he felt a certain part of himself tighten.

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Draco: I wash kelp, I wash kelp~

Accompanied by a scream of utter agony, a figure traced a graceful parabola through the air.

If he could jump that far in a frog-leap position, Kyle felt that this brat named Draco could compete in Olympic Games pole vaulting without even needing a pole.

"Y-you!" Draco knelt on all fours, both hands covering an unspeakable area. His voice went from trembling, to whimpering, and finally to loud sobbing.

Having heavily wounded his opponent with Thousand Years of Death, Kyle calmly spat out a ball of water to wash his hands, then raised his head to stare at the sky as if nothing had happened.

"Draco! What happened to you?" A blond-haired woman hurried out of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Narcissa Malfoy turned and shot an angry glare at Kyle, who was looking up at the sky, only to spot the old man standing behind him.

"Dumb—"

Kyle immediately complained first. "Professor, he called me a 'Mudblood.'"

"Mrs. Malfoy, is that true?" Dumbledore looked in surprise at the little brat sobbing in his mother's arms, his usually gentle gaze turning somewhat cold.

Perhaps with his mother there to back him up, Draco, who had just suffered a devastating blow, suddenly found his courage again. "Look at what he's wearing. Isn't he a Mud—"

"Draco!" Narcissa, somewhat angered by her son, promptly stopped him from insulting Kyle again.

"I apologize, Professor Dumbledore. He is only a child."

Standing beside Dumbledore, Kyle muttered softly, "Just be more careful in your next life."

Several black lines seemed to fall from Dumbledore's forehead.

What did he mean, be more careful in his next life? Did he want to kill the boy?

Dumbledore suddenly felt that Newt had been right. Hogwarts really was about to become "lively."

"I believe young Mr. Malfoy may need to learn what proper manners are." Dumbledore glanced at Draco, whose face had turned bright red after being scolded by Narcissa.

At Dumbledore's words, Narcissa Malfoy's expression turned several shades darker.

After bidding Dumbledore farewell, she dragged the little brat Draco away without looking back.

Dumbledore looked down at Kyle, then glanced at the suspicious puddle of water on the ground beside them. "We were only ten or so steps apart, and you already caused trouble."

"Uh, Professor, to be precise, trouble came looking for me." Kyle pulled a homemade Kunai from the Ninja Tool Pouch at his waist. "If I'd been serious, I would have used this."

Kyle silently added in his heart: If he had figured out how to make Exploding Tags, there might have been one attached to it too.

Just like when Naruto dealt with Gaara.

The sharp weapon in his hand was taken away, and the Ninja Tool Pouch at his waist was confiscated as well.

When Kyle looked up, he saw that Dumbledore's face had darkened slightly.

Kyle blinked innocently at Dumbledore, then let his gaze fall on a shop behind him. "Oh, right, Professor, do you want some ice cream?"

Watching Kyle hop over to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour in just a few steps, Dumbledore rubbed his temples with a headache.

For the first time in his life, he understood what it felt like to look after a child—especially a troublesome child with immense destructive power.

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