Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

It was a group of more than ten blue-skinned gangsters with skinny cropped hair and social clothes. Some of them held bats and sticks in their hands, but those who didn't hold anything were even more dangerous. What controls knives.

Mizuno Sora knew that the law and order in Adachi Ward was poor, but he didn't expect it to be so bad. Would no one care if he openly took to the street with a weapon.

There are still a few familiar faces among the gangsters, they are Hong Chuan and others who were punished by him in the class.

Seeing that they were blocked on the road premeditatedly, Mizuno Sora understood that Hong Chuan and the others hadn't done anything in the past few days, they were just trying to figure out his route to and from school, looking for a good opportunity and a good place to do it.

"It's him." Hong Chuan pointed at Mizuno Sora, his vicious eyes almost froze.

Everyone in the class said that Hongchuan was not only a bad boy in school, but also knew thugs and gangsters in society, and someone in his family was a member of the Yakuza. The rumors seemed to be at least half accurate.

So many rumors seem to Mizuno Sora to be four words, social scum.

More than a dozen people aggressively overwhelmed Mizuno Sora, and the leading man with a bat scorned Mizuno Sora: "You hit the boy Hongchuan?"

"If he hasn't been beaten again by others in the past few days, it's me." Sora Mizuno replied calmly with the same tone.

One of his hands was placed on Haibusha's lower abdomen behind him, signaling Haibusha to step back.

Haibusha knew that being next to Mizuno-kun was useless, but would distract him, so she obediently took a few steps back. Her hand had already touched the mobile phone in her schoolbag, but under so many eyes, she dared not call the police Call, for fear of further intensification of the situation.

No, it doesn't have to be to beat Mizuno-kun, as long as you explain the matter with sincerity, maybe everyone will clear up the misunderstanding. After all, Hong Chuan and the others went too far...

Haibusha became a psychological ostrich again, looking for spiritual comfort.

"That's right, that's right, are you brave enough?" The gangster rubbed his bald head, "I admire you for being so bold, so you can kneel on the ground and kowtow to Hong Chuan, and then climb all the way from here to School, we will let you go."

The people next to him booed and whistled.

"Kneel, kneel, kneel."

"Boss, you are too kind."

"Head, the one in the back is this bastard's girlfriend, huh, is she in good shape? I think it's better to change the conditions, it's too embarrassing for others." A gangster stared at Haibusha, "Let her stay with us How about a night and then take videos and photos. Ah, little girl, don't worry, we won't treat you like Junko Gutian."

The Junko Furuta case was a vicious and sensational incident that occurred in the island nation of Japan in the last century. Even after thirty years, the influence of this case has not faded, but has become more and more well-known.

This vicious case is also known as the Ayase Cement Murder Case. Thirty years ago, the female high school student Junko Gutian was tortured to death after dozens of days of inhuman violence and abuse. In addition to the main criminals, dozens of other people participated in the atrocities.

Haibusha, who is timid by nature, was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and the schoolbag she was holding so tightly fell to the ground in fright.

Sora Mizuno put down his schoolbag and lunch box.

"Do you want to kneel obediently?"

"Kneel, hurry up and kneel."

The gangsters mistakenly thought that Sora Mizuno's behavior was to kneel.

Haibusha also thinks so. Although Mizuno-kun fights very hard, there are more than ten people on the opposite side. How can you fight? Is this Mizuno-kun kneeling to prevent her from being hurt?

She couldn't help turning her head away and closing her eyes tightly.

"Have you finished?" Sora Mizuno straightened up after putting down his things, and looked directly at the gangster's head.

Seeing Mizuno Sora's eyes, the gangster clicked his head. This guy seemed to be looking for death, and he had to be beaten, but it didn't matter if he was hit, and there was no camera here.

"Don't beat him to death, get the guy!" He yelled, and swung the baseball bat high. It was made of wood, and the steel bat was too easy to kill.

But even a wooden bat hitting the head can give you a concussion! The round bat he swung hit Mizuno Sora's shoulder. If he hit it, he would be dislocated or even fractured on the spot.

Sora Mizuno narrowed his eyes, facing the bat that fell, his right hand came out of the water like a dragon, and pinched the bastard's wrist, the chakra gathered on the palm of his hand, and only heard the crisp sound of fracture.

The bastard's wrist was pinched off by him!

Turning over to a backer, Sora Mizuno put another knee on his abdomen, directly allowing the strong man weighing more than 190 kilograms to hang off the ground for two seconds.

The other people were still rushing over and didn't understand what happened. Sora Mizuno had already rushed out from the strong man. Facing more than a dozen people holding weapons, he retreated instead of advancing, and there was even an impatient desire in his eyes .

Seeing Mizuno Sora delivered to the door, the gangsters showed cruel smiles.

"Konoha... Whirlwind." Concentrating Chakra on the lower body, Sora Mizuno whispered Kai's proud body art in a low voice.

Wind, Mizuno Sora felt the wind.

A small whirlwind spread out from him, and before the dozen or so gangsters had time to wonder where the wind came from, Mizuno Sora's whip leg hit their bodies.

Belly, shoulders, face, hips.

There was a sound of fractures wherever it was hit, and even the wooden bat was broken by a leg.

Haibusha held the phone firmly, and she was ready to call the police when Mizuno Sora rushed out, but what happened before her was unexpected.

What just happened?

What happened just now, not only Haibusha was puzzled, but Hong Chuan, who was standing behind and didn't rush forward, was also confused now. Shouldn't the script be that this kid was beaten and lay dying on the ground like a bereaved dog? All down.

At this time, Hong Chuan was lifted up by the neck, and Mizuno was still wearing the school uniform, which was stained with blood. Seeing Mizuno's eyes, Hong Chuan was frightened, and he whimpered while being strangled, his hands clenched tightly Grabbing Mizuno's hand.

"Boom!"

Mizuno smashed Hirokawa to the ground, his face stuck to the ground.

Like mopping the floor with a mop, Hong Chuan rubbed his face repeatedly on the ground, spitting dirt from his mouth.

"Hong Chuan, are you satisfied with this?"

Mizuno bowed and stepped on Hong Chuan's neck with his foot.

"Man...satisfied...Shui...Mizuno, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me..." Hong Chuan apologized with sobs, his body like a dehydrated fish swayed.

After rubbing the ground a few more times, Mizuno threw Hirokawa aside, picked up the schoolbag and coat on the ground, and held Kaibusa's hand.

"Let's go."

"Uh-huh."

Hong Chuan coughed heavily. Just now, Mizuno gave him the feeling of a scourge, and the hand holding his neck was the fangs of a wild beast.