In the end, the argument turned into a fight. They were all Konoha villagers-why should he put up with them?
Smack!
Thud!
Bang!
Three dull impacts rang out in succession.
They had no chance to fight back at all.
Miki Yūya casually delivered three slaps and three light kicks, controlling his strength perfectly. They weren't lethal, but they hurt enough to make the three question their lives.
Kawada was slapped so hard that he spun twice on the spot before collapsing onto his backside. His cheek instantly swelled red, and his head rang.
Sato took a kick to the knee. His legs buckled, sending him straight to his knees. His whole body went numb, and he couldn't get up.
Yamamoto Yū had it worst. An invisible force flipped him over, leaving him sprawled on his back. His back struck the ground, and he grimaced in pain, unable to catch his breath for quite some time.
In less than a second, all three aggressive young men were on the ground, utterly humiliated.
Clutching their injuries, the three went pale with pain. Not a trace of their earlier arrogance remained, only frustration and disbelief.
They had never imagined the gap between people could be this enormous. They had worked hard on their taijutsu while they were away, too.
Miki Yūya dusted off his hands and looked down at the three with open impatience.
"Still want to trade insults with me? On your knees, all of you!"
Everything instantly fell silent. The three felt thoroughly humiliated, but they were outmatched and could do nothing about it. The moment Miki Yūya spoke, they immediately knelt and apologized.
"We're sorry!"
"We were wrong!"
"Please forgive us!"
Kawada gritted his teeth and rubbed his swollen cheek.
"We really did come back specifically to find you. Our