22 Chapter:- 22

"Didn't I warn you about humans? Look at yourself now." The Uzumaki let out a tired sigh, refusing to open his eyes to meet the mocking and arrogant smile of the fox. She continued, "Isn't it sad? You try to do good, and yet you always end up being the 'villain.' This is no longer fun; it's just sad." The biju walked around the Uzumaki, eyeing their cell where they were locked up. She used her tail to gently stroke the shinobi's head, caressing his cheeks. "I wonder how long it will take for you to explode. So much frustration, so much anger, a thirst for revenge. I know you want to get out of here and deal with those who brought you to this place..."

Frowning, the redhead displayed annoyance when she noticed that her Jinchuriki continued to meditate, seemingly ignoring her. "Stop pretending that nothing is happening! They locked you up. They should be kissing your feet for saving those useless brats! What are you trying to prove?" She concluded with a loud cry of rage, expecting some reaction from the blonde, but he only opened his eyes.

"I can be better... I had a moment of rage, and I lost control. It won't happen again. I have to wait and see what will happen..." He ignored the rage-filled look from the biju and closed his eyes again. At this, the nine-tailed redhead disappeared. As hours passed, silence filled the small cell where the shinobi resided.

However, upon hearing some knocks, he noticed that his cell door opened. He stood up and left his cell. All the prisoners were making their way to the pavilion where they received their food. Ignoring the glances of the other prisoners, he observed that cameras were installed at regular intervals in each corner of the corridors, with guards positioned to monitor every move of the inmates.

Walking along the line, he picked up a tray and examined the food they were serving. It could be worse. As he moved through the line, he received a portion of brown puree and a piece of somewhat undercooked meat. When he reached for a piece of bread, he found himself surrounded by four individuals, each at least two meters tall with robust physiques. Their appearances bore some resemblance to sharks and crocodiles, respectively, and it wasn't surprising that their appearances were linked to their quirks. Observing the gang, he could tell that they were eyeing him with mockery and amusement.

"What has this boy done to end up between us?" One of the shark-like prisoners, with bluish scaly skin and a large jaw filled with sharp teeth, asked mockingly. He reached out, snatching a handful of food from the teenager's tray, and noisily devoured it, only to then spit it out onto the tray. The action caused an instant reaction among all the prisoners who backed away, keeping their distance to watch what the quartet of shark and crocodile-like inmates would do to the newcomer.

"It doesn't seem so tough." The other shark-like being lowered his head and sniffed the air, attempting to detect the scent of blood. He smiled when he noticed the blood staining the bandages on the blonde's right arm. "Maybe it's blood... looks like we'll have some fresh meat after all." He bared his teeth and approached closer, with his companions following suit, forming a menacing circle around the Uzumaki.

"We haven't had a good dinner in a long time." The hybrid creature, part crocodile and part man, opened his jaws wide and lunged at the teenager's head. However, he was sent flying backward as the blonde struck him with the tray, which bent from the force of the blow. The steel plate fell a few meters away, and the inmate with scales crashed into the wall, his jaw broken.

A dead silence enveloped the area, shattered only when the shinobi retrieved a plastic fork from his sleeve and thrust it into the right eye of the remaining crocodile-like inmate. With a shout, the attacker was kicked and sent sprawling onto a table, earning a taunting remark from the blonde. The blue-scaled shark man threw a punch, but it was effortlessly caught and he was easily thrown against the kitchen counter. As he got up, he found the blonde grabbing him by the head and smashing it against the concrete floor, leaving behind a bloody stain.

Naruto glanced at the last remaining aggressor, then grabbed a bowl of boiling oil from the kitchen counter and hurled it. The gray-scaled shark man's agonized screams filled the air. Jumping onto the kitchen counter, the blonde snatched a piece of bread and casually munched on it as he returned to his cell.

All the prisoners retreated, clearing a path for the new inmate who had just dismantled one of the most vicious gangs within these walls, at least in terms of cruelty. No one dared to use their quirks within this prison, as doing so would lead to a lethal electric shock from the guards. Disbelief hung in the air, with only the echoing screams and cries of the four surviving inmates serving as a haunting reminder of the consequences of bothering someone they shouldn't have.

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"And we're supposed to let that guy loose?" In another area of the country, a meeting was underway between the top heroes and politicians. They were gathered around a screen, watching in repulsion as they witnessed the recent actions of the Uzumaki. Many among them felt bile rise in their throats at the barbarism they had just witnessed.

"…" All Might, the symbol of peace, gazed gravely at the screen, observing the teenager's deeds. On one side of the room were the heroes, and on the other were the political figures, including governors and dignitaries, seated in a circle with their desks.

"Issues?" Endeavor, the number two hero, spoke doubtfully from beside All Might. He cast a skeptical look at the older hero. "What we just witnessed is the act of a psychopath. We weren't training a future hero in Young Uzumaki; instead, we've raised a villain devoid of sanity." A wave of whispers rippled through those present, each sharing their own opinions on the matter.

"All Might... that boy has a history. Just a few months ago, he killed a villain in cold blood, breaking several laws. While we might have turned a blind eye if he showed potential as a hero, we now have another case of first-degree murder. The victim, Kuromo Satashe, also known as Nomu, underwent a horrific transformation for reasons unknown, but he was still a person..." A woman in formal attire, clearly older with gray hair and wrinkles, explained. She held a file in her hands, which she placed on her desk before addressing the symbol of peace. Her words indicated that she had little faith in the Uzumaki.

"I'm aware of his actions, but I'm prepared to face the consequences," Toshinori replied, unwavering in his belief in the Uzumaki. He knew this case wouldn't be easy to resolve, not just due to the villain invasion but also the questionable actions of the teenager. "I can..." Before he could continue, he was interrupted by the same woman who raised her hand, signaling for silence.