Naruto:Suna Shinobi

While the original body was still adjusting to his new team, the Hogg Alliance had fully absorbed the Spaletta family's territory and assets and successfully completed the first phase of training planned by his incarnation.

However, the training had to be divided into phases.

They were just lazy street thugs, not soldiers. It was impossible for Hirito to train them at military academy standards, as Aman had suggested.

For now, their training primarily focused on:

Basic physical fitness, strength, and flexibility.

Fundamental combat skills, including brawling techniques.

Proper firearm handling and shooting accuracy.

Frankly, just learning these skills was enough to survive in Gotham's gangs. Some of the more talented recruits might even rise through the ranks to become small-time bosses.

But Hirito's vision for Hogg United went beyond ordinary gang warfare.

His expanded training also included:

Stealth, camouflage, and disguise techniques.

Mastery of throwing weapons (kunai, shuriken, blowguns, etc.).

Chain and dagger combat.

Team-based combat coordination.

Explosives crafting and trap setting.

Basic intelligence gathering and analysis.

Essentially, ninja training.

In Gotham, only a few elite groups—such as the League of Shadows—had access to such highly specialized skills.

But Hirito didn't stop there.

Since they were gangsters, they needed to learn how to operate like one.

His training also covered:

Money laundering techniques.

Evasion tactics for illegal transactions.

Forgery and fake identification.

Understanding Gotham's underworld economy and criminal finances.

Dealing with police corruption and legal loopholes.

If he could truly develop such a well-rounded organization, even the Mayor of Gotham would be losing sleep at night.

Hirito could sweep through Gotham's underworld, dominate every major gang, and likely fill up the luck progress bar on his panel instantly.

But, dreams were grand, and reality was cruel.

The Hogg United was just a mid-tier gang with only about fifty men.

And—to put it bluntly—over 90% of them were utterly useless.

Most couldn't even keep up with basic physical training, let alone advanced ninja techniques.

In other words, Hirito had to pay higher salaries than other gangs just to keep them from quitting.

"Boss, Boss! Something bad has happened!"

In the abandoned factory, Hirito was carefully fitting bionic flexible rubber onto the partially dismantled Black Gold, when Huangmao burst into the room, panic written all over his face.

Hirito didn't look up. Instead, he continued attaching composite carbon fiber layers onto the rubber liner.

"Explain."

"Kerman Cole is here! And he brought dozens of men with weapons!"

Hirito paused briefly, then resumed his work.

Kerman Cole?

That name sounded familiar.

Then he remembered—the former boss of the Cole Gang had a brother.

And that brother was a big name in the Two-Face Gang.

"Looks like we're finally meeting Harvey Dent's people."

Hirito frowned slightly.

It wasn't an ideal time for this.

Black Gold was still undergoing modifications. If he used it before completing the bionic muscle installation, the expensive high-strength materials could be damaged, resulting in significant losses.

But that didn't mean he was unarmed.

His combat power didn't rely solely on Black Gold.

Against a normal Gotham gang, he was already superhuman.

On the wall, a few makeshift ninja tools hung—crafted from scrap metal leftover from Black Gold's modifications.

A high-carbon steel ninja sword, several kunai, and a set of shuriken.

On the table lay a loaded pistol.

It wasn't much, but with his chakra and skills, Hirito's combat abilities far surpassed normal humans. Combined with the trained members of Hogg United, they had a real chance against one of Gotham's top-tier gangs.

Hirito slung the ninja sword across his back, tucked the kunai and shuriken into his pockets, and grabbed the pistol.

His expression remained calm.

He wasn't someone who tolerated threats.

If the Two-Face Gang really wanted a fight, he had no problem killing Harvey Dent himself.

"Let's go."

Loading the pistol, Hirito strode out the door.

The factory yard was filled with more than a dozen cars and dozens of armed gangsters from the Two-Face Gang.

At the center of the commotion, a man wearing a thick gold chain and a long trench coat was yelling furiously, gripping a submachine gun.

"WHERE IS CHIDI COLE?!"

"WHERE IS MY BROTHER?!"

"WHERE IS YOUR BOSS?!"

The moment Hirito appeared, the man locked eyes with him.

"Are you the new boss of the Cole Gang?"

Hirito ignored him, casually scanning the crowd instead.

"I'm talking to you!"

The man raised his submachine gun and aimed it directly at Hirito's chest.

Then—

SWOOSH!

A shuriken spun through the air, striking his hand with precise accuracy.

"AAAHH!"

His gun clattered to the ground as he clutched his bleeding hand.

In perfect unison, a circle of Two-Face thugs raised their guns, pointing them at Hirito.

The Hogg United men, though a beat slower, quickly returned the gesture—their weapons locked and loaded.

Hirito chuckled.

"I don't really like having guns pointed at me."

His calm gaze swept across the assembled gangsters.

They hadn't fired yet.

That meant this idiot wasn't the one in charge.

If they had truly come for a fight, they would have shot already.

Which meant Harvey Dent was here.

"You've brought quite a crowd, Dent."

A luxury car door opened.

A man in a half-black, half-white suit stepped out.

The right side of his face was handsome and clean, but the left side was horribly burned, exposing bone and teeth.

Harvey Dent, Gotham's infamous Two-Face.

The criminal mastermind of Gotham's dual-personality enigma.

He flicked a silver coin into the air.

Tails.

A smirk formed on the undamaged half of his face.

"Looks like I shouldn't kill you today."

Two-Face gestured to his men.

"Lower your guns, boys."

Hirito's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You asked Penguin about me?"

"Of course. Spent a bit of cash too. Even robbed a bank yesterday for it."

Dent grinned, flipping his coin again.

Then, he turned toward Kerman Cole.

"My dear Kerman, I always trusted you. Even let you skim a little from our profits as a reward."

Dent's smile darkened.

"But why… when I specifically asked you to talk peacefully… did you bring a gun?"

Kerman paled.

"I—"

The coin flipped once more.

Dent caught it.

He lifted his hand.

"Let's see… if you live or die today."

(End of Chapter)

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