Uchiha Makoto could barely find the words to describe how absurd this was.
No wonder even someone like Hatake Sakumo had been bullied. These people really would go after anyone, until he could no longer bear the rumors and chose to take his own life.
Had the "will of tyranny" reformatted these idiots' brains?
Couldn't they see the forehead protector?
Couldn't they see the flak jacket?
I'm a proper, officially registered chunin who's killed enemy ninja and handled A-rank missions!
So what if I'm eight? Does being eight mean a chunin isn't a chunin anymore?
He did not even move his feet as he watched the boy charge toward him. Only when the fist was about to touch the tip of his nose did he turn slightly aside, letting it pass while his right foot hooked and flicked with seemingly casual ease.
Thud!
The boy leading the group felt an utterly irresistible force sweep up from beneath his feet. He lost his balance in an instant and flew out with a startled cry, landing hard on the ground three or four meters away and kicking up a cloud of dust.
He clutched his backside, grimacing in pain, unable to get up for the moment.
His followers jumped in fright and hurried over to help him.
"Boss! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine! I just fell!"
The lead boy shook off his companions' hands, his face flushed red, whether from pain or anger.
He glared fiercely at Uchiha Makoto. There was no fear in his eyes, only an even deeper, almost obsessive anger and... excitement?
"Fuck! You dare fight back?" He shoved his companions aside, struggled to his feet, and pointed at Uchiha Makoto as he roared at the others:
**"We have to teach him a lesson today! Show him that the