"Naruto-kun!"
Mu Mu Zengsheng was scared witless. Had Naruto, his greatest source of support, really been finished off by this Fake Daimyo just like that?
"Fool! Anyone who betrays me is doomed to die." The Fake Daimyo withdrew his gaze and looked at Mu Mu Zengsheng as though he were already a corpse. "Did you think a mere Konoha Ninja could pose a threat to me?"
"I... I... please spare..."
"Hey, chubby uncle, I already told you. Do you really need to be that scared?"
Before Mu Mu Zengsheng could finish begging for mercy, Naruto's voice rang out again, without the slightest hint of injury or weakness.
The Fake Daimyo's expression froze, and he whipped his gaze toward the cloud of dust.
An instant later, however, he realized something was wrong. The voice had come from behind him.
But before he could turn around, a tremendous force struck his thigh. Even his current body could not withstand the powerful impact. Intense pain twisted his expression out of shape, and then—
Boom!
The same thunderous crash rang out, with another sonic boom too fast to follow. His massive, ten-foot-tall body hurtled in the direction Naruto had just flown, smashing into the wall and throwing up far more dust and rubble than before.
Only then did Mu Mu Zengsheng belatedly raise his head. Naruto was drawing back the leg he had kicked with. "Thick Brows' kicks really are the real Masamune."
"Naruto-kun!"
Mu Mu Zengsheng nearly burst into tears. This kid was so dependable! If only he had acted a little sooner—he had nearly wet himself...
But Naruto waved a hand. "It's not over yet."
Sure enough, the moment Naruto finished speaking, the enormous figure kicked aside the rubble in the dust cloud and slowly walked out.
As he walked, he rolled