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Chapter 63: Ryoma Vs Gecko

"Ryoko, Hinami, let's go!"

Touka Kirishima reacted the fastest.

She knew there was no time to question who the masked man was — her priority was getting Ryoko and Hinami to safety.

"But..."

Ryoko Fueguchi hesitated. She wanted to stay and help the masked man, unwilling to leave someone fighting such a powerful enemy alone.

But reality hit her hard — she knew she was too weak to make a difference. Worse yet, Hinami was still with her. Protecting her daughter had to come first.

With no further hesitation, Ryoko grabbed Hinami's hand and ran, following Touka as they escaped down the street.

Neither Ryoko nor Touka realized who the masked man was.

Unlike Hinami, they hadn't spent time observing Ryoma in Anteiku. They hadn't paid attention to what he was wearing, so they didn't connect the masked figure's clothes to him.

Meanwhile, Yakumo Oomori's rage had shifted entirely to Ryoma. He no longer cared about the fleeing trio — all his focus was on killing the masked man who had dared to strike him.

"You bastard...!" Oomori roared, releasing two bikaku kagune from his waist as they lashed toward Ryoma.

But Ryoma, having activated his Sharingan, tracked Oomori's movements with ease.

To him, Oomori's attacks seemed sluggish — almost like they were moving in slow motion. Dodging them was effortless.

"Tiger → Boar → Ox → Hare → Rat → Ram → Seal... Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"

While evading Oomori's strikes, Ryoma quickly formed the necessary hand seals and unleashed a massive fireball.

The blazing sphere erupted from his mouth, engulfing Oomori in flames.

Though the intense heat scorched Oomori's body, the flames weren't enough to inflict serious damage on someone of his caliber. His enhanced regeneration countered the burns almost immediately.

Still, the fire left Oomori seething in pain.

Before Oomori could recover, Ryoma appeared above him in a blur of speed, executing the Body Flicker Technique.

With precise timing, Ryoma delivered a brutal kick to Oomori's skull, driving him into the pavement like a falling meteor. The force of the impact left a deep crater in the ground.

But it wasn't enough.

Oomori roared, springing back to his feet with frightening speed. His kagune lashed out again, striking toward Ryoma, who was still midair.

Using the Body Flicker Technique once more, Ryoma vanished and reappeared behind Oomori, delivering a swift kick that sent him slamming into a nearby wall.

Bruised and furious, Oomori finally snapped.

His RC cells flared violently, and dark red kagune engulfed half of his body. His right arm mutated into a massive, clawed appendage — grotesquely swollen and dripping with power.

His breathing grew ragged, his face twisted with rage as he lost control.

This was Oomori's most dangerous form — his Kakuja.

A rare and powerful transformation, his Kakuja was the result of consuming multiple ghouls. His enhanced strength, combined with the unstable rage of the form, made him even deadlier.

"Aha!... Aha!... Aha!!"

Oomori's breaths grew heavy and uneven. His face contorted, almost beast-like.

With a savage snarl, he charged at Ryoma, his speed now twice as fast as before.

[Ding! The host used 383 fusion points. Fusion progress +383. Current fusion progress: Lv2 (470/500)!]

But Ryoma's face remained calm. This was exactly why he'd been saving his fusion points — for a crucial moment like this.

Though he didn't reach Level 3, the boost from the upgraded fusion progress still provided a massive increase in power.

"Snake → Ox → Ram → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger... Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!"

Ryoma unleashed a massive wall of fire — far larger and hotter than the Great Fireball Jutsu. The inferno surged forward like a blazing tidal wave, engulfing Oomori in a sea of flames.

The sheer size and speed of the flames left Oomori no chance to dodge. His body ignited, flames crawling across his grotesque form as he thrashed violently.

His monstrous kagune, along with the ground beneath him, burned fiercely.

Oomori roared in agony, hammering the pavement with his fists in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames.

But these flames weren't ordinary — they clung to him like living fire, feeding off his flesh.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!"

Oomori's screams filled the air as he stumbled aimlessly, engulfed in flames.

Desperate and crazed, Oomori lunged at Ryoma again, his body still ablaze.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire Jutsu!"

Ryoma followed up with another ninjutsu — this time, spitting out a stream of fireballs mixed with scorching embers and dust.

The flames intensified, blinding Oomori and searing his flesh further.

With his regeneration failing to keep up with the unrelenting flames, his RC cell reserves began to deplete. Each failed attempt to heal only drained him more.

Oomori's strength faded rapidly as the fire gnawed away at him.

Now barely able to stand, Oomori collapsed to the ground, twitching weakly.

His mind drifted back to old memories — to the agonizing torture he had once suffered under Kazuo Tokage.

For a brief moment, all his rage, all his cruelty... vanished.

"...Mom... Mom..."

His trembling voice broke through the pain, weak and childlike.

"Don't... leave me... alone..."

Oomori's voice faded, tears streaking down his burned and bloodied face.

Ryoma stood above him on a nearby rooftop, watching silently.

The monstrous brute who had inflicted so much pain on others now lay broken and defeated.

Yet Ryoma felt no satisfaction — only cold indifference.

Oomori's screams had drawn attention, but no civilians dared to approach. The intensity of the battle — and the chilling roar of a beast in agony — kept the streets deserted.

When the time was right, Ryoma would deliver the final blow.

For now, he waited, emotionless as the flames continued to consume what remained of Oomori's twisted body.

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T/N: Ohhhhh, so my boy! Ryoma finally started using his powers, huh!?? Good boy!!