Sorry, But I'm Still a Bit Bigger

"Stone Statue!"

As Dr. Stylish stood there, confused, the ground suddenly began to tremble. A thunderous noise echoed through the sky, as if an earthquake had struck. Even Dr. Stylish's massive body wavered, stumbling a bit before regaining his balance.

"What is this?" Dr. Stylish muttered in disbelief, staring at the ground not far away.

He watched as the earth beneath Kaguya's feet began to bulge upward. Huge rocks emerged from the soil, while dust and debris filled the air, swirling all around.

When the commotion finally settled, an enormous stone statue stood before Dr. Stylish. The statue was colossal, towering over him like a mountain, even taller than Dr. Stylish by half a head. Though made entirely of stone and lacking the bulging muscles of Dr. Stylish's form, it exuded an even more menacing aura.

This was one of the abilities of the Tenseigan, capable of summoning a giant stone statue with immense power. The statue wasn't just strong—it had incredible regenerative abilities, strong enough to subdue even the Nine-Tails, as it had done before.

"I'm sorry, but it seems mine is still a bit bigger," Kaguya said with a light laugh, sitting casually on the shoulder of the stone statue. She brushed back her silky hair.

Dr. Stylish, still stunned by the scene before him, seemed momentarily dazed. Hearing Kaguya's words, he snapped back to reality.

"You think you can fool me with a fake?" Dr. Stylish growled, gritting his teeth. As if trying to convince himself, he added, "Yes, it must be fake."

"Are you just lying to yourself?" Kaguya asked with a sly smile. "Why don't you test it to see if it's real or not?"

"It has to be fake! Don't think you can fool me with this!" Dr. Stylish roared, his bloodshot eyes wide with fury. "I'll kill you and turn you into my nourishment!"

With that, Dr. Stylish charged forward, his massive feet thundering across the ground. He raised his fist and swung it fiercely at Kaguya's stone statue.

Boom!

A deafening crash echoed through the air as Dr. Stylish's fist collided with the stone statue's fist.

But instead of overpowering the statue, Dr. Stylish was forced back by the impact. He staggered several steps before finally regaining his footing.

The difference in power was immediately clear. Despite his massive size, Dr. Stylish's transformed body was nothing more than a paper tiger—a large but weak figure. He had the bulk but lacked true strength, and even his balance was poor. When he attacked Kaguya's stone statue with all his might, using the momentum of his charge, he was the one who got knocked back, while the statue remained unmoved.

In essence, he was all show and no substance.

As if enraged by Dr. Stylish's actions, the stone statue opened its mouth and let out a thunderous roar. It charged forward, swinging its fist, and landed a heavy punch on Dr. Stylish's chest.

Boom!

With a loud thud, the statue's fist struck Dr. Stylish square in the chest. The force of the blow sent shockwaves rippling through his muscle-bound body, causing his muscles to quiver like water ripples. Dr. Stylish's massive form was sent flying through the air like a cannonball, slamming into a distant mountain.

To send a giant like Dr. Stylish flying—just how powerful was that punch?

Dr. Stylish slumped against the mountain, coughing up a mouthful of blood. The stone statue's power was overwhelming, far beyond what a chemically enhanced creature like him could withstand. In the face of the statue, Dr. Stylish's transformed body was no more than a helpless child, all size and no substance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been killed so easily by Akame in the original series.

"I thought you'd be stronger than this. What a disappointment," Kaguya sighed, yawning as she sat atop the stone statue. She had hoped for a bit more of a challenge, but it turned out to be nothing more than a boring match.

"You dare insult my fashion?" Dr. Stylish roared in fury, his body swelling with anger. His muscles bulged even more, and his green veins stood out sharply. With a loud stomp, he rose from the ground. "I'll kill you!"

He let out a fierce cry, charging at Kaguya once more, his massive footsteps causing the earth to quake beneath him.

"So many people have said that," Kaguya remarked, shaking her head in mild exasperation, "and now the grass on their graves is over a meter tall."

Boom!

"What…?"

Dr. Stylish's eyes widened in shock as he realized his fist had been caught by the stone statue. Gritting his teeth, he swung his other massive arm toward the statue.

"How pitiful. You know nothing of real power," Kaguya said softly, blinking her clear eyes with a look of pity. "Do you think your so-called 'fashion' is true power?"

"My stylish power never fails!" Dr. Stylish bellowed, veins bulging on his forehead, enraged by Kaguya's mockery.

But before his fist could strike the statue, the stone giant delivered a powerful kick to his stomach. With a series of loud cracks, Dr. Stylish's body was sent flying like a missile.

Boom!

Dr. Stylish's massive form gouged a deep trench in the ground, skidding back hundreds of meters before finally coming to a halt.

"This is getting boring," Kaguya said as she stood up on the statue's shoulder. With a light, graceful leap, she descended like a fluttering cherry blossom. "Finish him."

She had lost interest in toying with such a weak opponent. If he had put up even a slight resistance, perhaps Kaguya might have been more entertained. Unfortunately, he didn't even qualify as a plaything.

At Kaguya's command, the stone statue clenched its fists, let out a furious roar, and charged at the fallen Dr. Stylish.

Boom!

The statue's fist hammered down on Dr. Stylish's body. His eyes widened in shock as blood spurted from his mouth.

But the assault didn't stop there. The statue straddled him, pummeling him with one heavy punch after another. The relentless blows sent tremors through the earth, while blood splattered everywhere, staining the white snow crimson.

This time, the blood didn't come from Dr. Stylish's mouth. It was forced out by the statue's crushing blows.

While the statue continued its brutal onslaught, Kaguya had already turned away and headed back to the battlefield. When she arrived, she found that the members of Night Raid had disappeared. She had been a bit careless, assuming they were too paralyzed by the ultra-strong anesthetic gas to move, so she had focused on dealing with Dr. Stylish. She hadn't expected them to escape.

"Oh well," Kaguya shrugged casually. "They're just a bunch of weaklings. I'll catch them next time."

Suddenly, Kaguya noticed something shiny beside a pile of ashes. Curious, she walked over and picked it up—a delicate pink hairpin.

Kaguya recognized it immediately. It was a hairpin she used to wear. But how did it end up here? Kaguya wondered, puzzled.