[But before the man with the sickly smile could make another move, before even the surprise in his eyes had fully registered, your figure appeared out of thin air before him amid a low sonic boom that almost tore the air apart.]
["Bang-!"]
[Air swirled. You used no flashy Cursed Technique. Relying solely on your body's devastating explosive power, your right hand clamped around his neck like a cast-iron hydraulic vise.]
[With the momentum of your charge, you exerted strength through one arm and lifted the grown man clean off his feet.]
[Your eyes behind your lenses showed not the slightest flicker of emotion, as though you were looking at a dead object.]
[Little by little, with absolute steadiness, you tightened your grip around his throat. At the same time, you asked coldly, in a voice so low it chilled him to the core.]
["Why did you do this?"]
[The man could no longer take in anything you were asking.]
[All he felt was the excruciating pain in his neck, as though his cervical vertebrae were about to be crushed completely.]
[That irresistible, monstrous strength made him feel that at any moment, you would twist his head off as easily as plucking a ripe tomato.]
[Meanwhile, with his windpipe forcibly sealed and his air instantly cut off, his face turned purplish red in an extremely short time, and the veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms.]
[That brief exchange, lasting less than a second, had already completely shattered his once-arrogant, twisted psychological defenses.]
[He finally recognized with absolute clarity the terrifying gulf in strength between you-a chasm that could neither be measured nor crossed by ordinary standards.]
[Under that absolute, crushing violence, even bolstered by humanity's most primal survival instinct, his mind could not muster the slightest thought of resistance.]