"What do you think!?"
Ryuuto raised his chin, knife balanced effortlessly on his shoulder, as if daring the man in front of him to charge. The shock and sheer unwillingness painted across Obadiah's face made Ryuuto smirk.
"Why? Scared when you hear my name? Gonna pee your pants?"
Obadiah's red eyes burned with fury. "Fine! Very well! So, you're sticking with Iron Man, huh?"
Ryuuto tilted his head, amused. "Nope, just can't resist a good fight."
"Shut up! How can a mammoth like you talk so much like a woman?!"
"Choice time," Ryuuto said, pointing the gleaming decapitating knife at Obadiah's head, his voice sharp as Haki. "Surrender… or die."
"Paralyzed!" Obadiah bellowed, rage warping his features. The humiliation of facing Ryuuto head-on had pushed him over the edge. His veins bulged, aura flaring blue, every inch of him radiating terrifying energy.
With a roar, he charged, robotic arms swinging, red energy blazing.
Ryuuto's lips curled into a sneer. The man was fast—but predictable. He lunged straight into the trap.
"Coward! You only know sneaky attacks! Fight me straight!" Obadiah roared, blind with fury, firing lasers like a headless fly.
"Okay… now it's my turn."
Part Expansion Jutsu!
Gathering chakra in his right fist with precise control thanks to Akimichi Chōji's data packet, Ryuuto launched a massive punch. The sheer weight and speed made Obadiah's eyes bulge in disbelief.
Before he could react, the punch slammed him into a building, cracking concrete like porcelain. He collapsed in the shape of a giant, grotesque letter, coughing black blood.
"You… shameless…" Obadiah hissed, chest heaving, veins pulsating with pain and fury.
Ryuuto's knife lifted, gleaming ominously above Obadiah's head. Death was inevitable.
Then—
A black blur intercepted the blow.
"Whip? Finally decided to show up!" Obadiah gasped, relief and ecstasy flickering in his red eyes.
A long-haired man in dark armor, two black whips of unknown material in hand, had blocked the strike. His armor was more than just protection—it had stopped Ryuuto's lethal swing.
"Obadiah, you're looking embarrassed," Whiplash—Ivan Vanko—mocked. "All this by a little brat?"
Ryuuto's gaze flicked briefly to the armor. Intriguing… definitely not just a show-off.
"This kid… strange abilities, very dark… hmm, I see his path now," Ivan mused, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
Obadiah struggled to rise, punching the wall behind him, sending concrete flying.
"Haha, I thought only Tony deserved my attention," Ivan chuckled.
Together, they flanked Ryuuto—one left, one right—ready to crush him.
But Ryuuto? He looked perfectly relaxed, unbothered, even humming a little tune.
"Did I say you two had my full attention? Don't waste my time!" He waved the knife impatiently.
The armor intrigued him more than the man wielding it.
"Crazy kid, really…" Ivan hissed, glancing toward Tony fighting the Ten Rings. That alloy armor had his greed flaring.
"Obadiah! Take this brat first! Iron Man can't escape later, and that armor will be mine!"
Obadiah's red glare met Ivan's smirk. "Fine! We'll claim his head too!"
They moved as one—two villains, perfectly colluding. Ryuuto in the center, unfazed. Tony's hands were full, already strained against the chaos in New York's streets.
Civilians screamed. Helicopters circled overhead. Policemen battled Ten Rings in every corner. Bombs rocked banks and commercial buildings. Chaos and panic reigned supreme.
But Ryuuto? He smiled. The fun was just beginning.