c2: Take Me a Rasengan
In the span of a breath, Ryan Wong vanished—replaced by a blond young man in his early twenties with a warm, handsome face, draped in a white Hokage cloak edged with red flames, and clutching a custom-designed trident kunai!
At the same moment, the interface of the system flashed with updates inside his mind.
[Host: Ryan Wong]
[Current Character: Fourth Hokage – Minato Namikaze]
[Performance Progress: 15%]
[Owned Character: Fourth Hokage – Minato Namikaze]
[Remaining Roleplays: 0]
Wait 15% progress? Was it because Ryan shared certain traits with Minato Namikaze both naturally good-looking and possessing an unshakable will to protect the innocent?
He didn't dwell on it for long.
Saving the little blonde girl took precedence.
Reaching into the pouch strapped behind him—the iconic ninja tool bag used by shinobi Ryan pulled out a second trident kunai, forged in the style of the Flying Thunder God Technique markers.
Whizz~!
He flung the first kunai toward a safer spot away from the chaos so fast that even trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agents watching on nearby rooftops with binoculars wouldn't have caught its trajectory.
This wasn't cosplay this was a genuine reproduction of Minato Namikaze's throwing technique, lightning-precise and silent.
Then, Ryan adjusted his posture, lowering his center of gravity, and launched a second trident kunai directly at the child's side.
Whizz—clang!
The kunai embedded itself into the ground just inches from the blonde girl. The sudden metallic thud startled her into silence. Sniffling, she rubbed her eyes and glanced at the strange kunai.
To her, the swirling seal-like symbols etched into the handle resembled little tadpoles her favorite animal.
For a moment, she forgot the horror unfolding around her.
Behind her, Abomination formerly Emil Blonsky lifted an entire SUV high above his head. His monstrous eyes glared at the child, fully intent on flattening her beneath twisted metal.
If the car dropped, the outcome would be fatal brutal and final.
The child's tiny frame, still in early development, wouldn't withstand the blow. Bones would snap like twigs. Her young life would end before it had truly begun.
Blonsky's mutated mind, lost to rage and gamma-induced madness, perceived little beyond his animalistic instincts.
The thrill of destruction pumped like venom through his veins.
At that moment, the sight of such a delicate, innocent creature helpless beneath his power brought a sick euphoria to the beast that Abomination had become one not uncommon to the darker villains of the Marvel Universe, like Carnage or Red Skull, who once referred to civilians as "canvas for chaos."
Watching from a distance in a SHIELD-commissioned helicopter was General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross, grim-faced as he monitored the situation.
Beside him, restrained and sedated with a gamma suppressant, sat Dr. Bruce Banner, and beside Bruce was Betty Ross, whose worry etched deep into her face.
The gamma inhibitor had suppressed the Hulk temporarily. Banner was calm now, but powerless.
But as the helicopter circled, the sound of terrified screams and the sight of civilian bodies broken on the street made something snap inside Banner.
"I have to go," he told General Ross. "Ordinary soldiers can't stop him. Let me deal with Blonsky!"
"No!" Betty shouted, wrapping her arms around him. "You're not the Hulk anymore! You'll just die!"
But Bruce shook his head solemnly. He could feel it—the Other Guy was still there, dormant, waiting. Fear and danger might be enough to wake him.
With eyes full of resolve, he leaned in and kissed Betty soft, quick, and final.
Before Ross could protest, Banner flung himself from the open helicopter door.
BOOM!
His body crashed into the street below, forming a shallow crater on impact. Dust and debris shot upward in a cloud.
But the Hulk didn't emerge immediately.
"Bruce!!" Betty screamed in anguish. But just then, General Thaddeus 'Thunderbolt' Ross barked sharply from the chopper: "Quick! Get a visual on that! Look down there! Who the hell is that guy?!"
Startled by his urgency, Betty looked up, eyes wide.
"ROARR!!" Abomination's furious howl tore through the chaos as he hurled the SUV downward like a makeshift hammer. The little blonde girl finally turned, terror overtaking her innocent features as she recognized the massive monster behind her.
Her lips parted in a silent scream just as her vision was blocked by a sudden presence.
Out of thin air, a blond young man appeared beside her.
His face was stunningly handsome sharper than any movie star she'd ever seen, even more dazzling than her father's smile. But more than that, he radiated warmth. A golden glow seemed to envelop him like sunlight on a cold day.
The man knelt beside her, smiled gently, and reached for the trident-shaped kunai she had been grasping with curious fingers.
"This is dangerous, little one," he said with a soft chuckle. "Children shouldn't play with these."
BOOM!
Abomination's attack missed by inches, slamming into the asphalt with enough force to crack the ground. The monster let out another enraged bellow. "HULK!!!"
But the next moment, the child blinked she was no longer there.
She was in a quiet, safe place several blocks away, held in the arms of the strange blond man.
"Big brother… can you fly?" she asked, awed.
Ryan Wong chuckled warmly, "Not quite. This is called space-time ninjutsu."
Setting her down gently, he gave her a look of firm kindness. "Run. Go as far as you can. You'll be safe."
Without waiting for a reply, Ryan turned back to the battlefield. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled out a fresh set of Flying Thunder God Kunai, each etched with the teleportation seal once used by Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage.
He launched them in precise arcs, the projectiles sailing toward several groups of trapped civilians.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In mere seconds, people were being teleported out: a blond woman in business attire, a dark-haired Asian man in glasses, a Black woman holding a child one by one, all whisked to safety.
Now standing amid the debris-strewn street, Ryan narrowed his eyes toward Abomination.
The fury boiling in his chest erupted in his voice: "I don't care why you're doing this," he shouted. "Terrorizing innocents… rampaging without cause... You're a monster. And I hate monsters."
With that declaration, he hurled several trident kunai at Abomination and disappeared mid-stride in a flash of yellow light.
Abomination roared again. The words hadn't reached its dulled, rage-clouded brain. All it knew was that something was provoking it and that made it angrier.
But even as the kunai flew toward him, the beast didn't bother to dodge. In his mind, they were just sharpened sticks. After all, bullets from M134 miniguns had barely grazed him in Harlem. What could a piece of steel do?
Sure enough, the kunai bounced harmlessly off his thick, mutated skin.
But at that precise moment just as one kunai ricocheted in midair Ryan Wong reappeared behind it, teleporting with flawless precision.
And this time, he brought something else with him.
A swirling orb of brilliant blue chakra spiraled in his palm, humming like a vortex the signature technique of the Fourth Hokage.
"RASENGAN!!!" Ryan shouted.
BANG!!
The glowing sphere smashed into Abomination's back, detonating with explosive force. The gamma-powered monster was launched backward, smashing through a brick wall and taking the building with him as it collapsed into rubble.
"OH MY GOD!" General Ross exclaimed from the helicopter, stunned. "He… he just knocked Abomination back! He held his ground!"
Below, the civilians Ryan had rescued stood frozen.
"That's a real superhero," one whispered. "Like Iron Man! We're saved!"
The crowd slowly began to gather, watching in awe. Cell phones came out. The footage would soon hit the internet. Hashtags would trend. Who was this mysterious blond warrior?
Among the crowd, the little girl Ryan had saved looked on in wonder, clutching the trident-shaped kunai he had left behind.
The dust cloud from the destroyed building spiraled into the sky, masking Abomination's location completely.
Ryan didn't celebrate.
He scanned the ruins with narrowed eyes, his body tense.
The people thought it was over but he knew better.
Abomination wasn't dead.
Not yet.
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