"Glad that we have an agreement now, young master. That was a nice argument." I wiped the blood in my gloves as I smiled at Jake who flinched in response.
Well, if I could still call that thing Jake. He now had a swollen blue face with visible punches and kicks marks. Oh, and don't forget the blood mixed with his tears.
He looked better than before if you asked me. Maybe I had a hidden talent to fix the arrogant young masters' faces.
But genuinely speaking, I still couldn't believe that he cried like a little girl after the third punch. He had an aura core, lived in a world that was at war, and watched a show filled with gore, yet he was just a fucking spoiled brat!
This world was really doomed, but it was okay. I had an idea to fix brats like him. I called it "Character Development.
"Hey Jake."
"Y-yes sir!" Trembling, he stood up while wiping his tears.
"Starting from tomorrow, I'll beat the shit out of you everyday until you become a real man — okay?
