Hazuki grinned wide, wiping the blood off his mouth with his sleeve.
"Heh… If you wanna fight—no sneak attacks!!"
That manic glint in his eyes returned.
A crooked, excited smile stretched across his face.
He charged like a beast unleashed—
toward the already-fallen Flinchman monster.
A fist slammed into its jaw.
Another into its ribs.
"Not enough yet!?"
Hazuki shouted mid-laugh, swinging again.
Fists rained down like a storm. Each punch echoed through the forest like a hammer slamming steel. His movements were wild, unpredictable—yet every hit landed with precision.
The monster tried to move—but—
Too late.
Hazuki grinned wider.
"What? Not so tough when I'm facing you, huh!?"
After a while, Hazuki stopped.
He stood over the crumpled, broken body of the monster. His knuckles were bruised, shirt torn at the collar, and breath still a little heavy.
"…Boring," he muttered, letting out a sigh.
He stood upright and shoved his hands into his pockets like nothing happened.
