One Year Later
The sun shone down on the gray villa.
Several guards were in front of the entrance, playing cards.
Haiate sighed.
He had lost again.
His older colleague laughed.
"Haiate, today really isn't your lucky day," he said with a grin.
Haiate scratched his arm in embarrassment. At least, that's how it seemed. But inside, he was seething.
How he hated this son of a bitch. Why couldn't he just die?
Yes, he should die.
The older man's head exploded.
A wave of blood splattered against the wall, the floor, into Haiate's face.
For a moment, no one moved.
They were too shocked.
Haiate's neighbor opened his mouth wide.
"An attack!" he screamed.
"Everyone to…"
He couldn't finish the sentence.
With a tearing sound, his torso was separated from his lower body, as if he had been cut in two.
The others jumped up.
One created a flame, but it ate its way up his arm and set him on fire.
He burned to death, screaming miserably.
Before the guards could regroup, black rays shot out.
They burned holes in the guards, who fell to the ground screaming.
Haiate stood there with wide eyes.
Fifteen of Don Reito's elite guards, wiped out by what seemed like nothing.
A gust of wind brushed against his neck.
A hooded figure had appeared there, ghostly with incredible speed.
A tremor ran through his body. "Phantom!" he whispered. "You're the Phantom!"
Thus, he spoke his last words.
A man who had chosen the wrong path and was now receiving justice.
The figure made a hand motion, and Haiate saw black.
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(Gatekeepers dealt with.) Ruigh thought to himself, satisfied.
He hoisted himself over the wall.
Into the villa grounds.
Entered the villa silently through an open window.
Before him lay a long hallway.
He crept along it and turned a corner.
A pressure wave hit him, slamming him against the wall.
Standing in front of him was a young man in his mid-twenties who had his black hair tied back.
He looked at Ruigh with condescension.
"So you're the intruder? You're just a kid. How old are you? Fifteen?"
He knelt down next to Ruigh, who was leaning against the wall with his head down and a gash on his head. "Look, I don't like killing kids. How about you play dead? Then I'll collect my money from Reito, and you get to live. A win-win situation, you understand?"
Ruigh lifted his head.
Blood ran down his forehead and between his cold eyes.
He made a strike with his hand, like a sword.
The attacker moved back lightning-fast.
In front of him, the floor ripped open, like a cut, only bigger.
The man stared at Ruigh in surprise.
"What kind of power is that?" he asked, uncertainly.
But Ruigh was already in front of him.
They were eye to eye, a few centimeters apart.
The black-haired man cried out in surprise and punched Ruigh.
His punch was amplified by pressure waves, but they harmlessly bounced off Ruigh.
He calmly raised his hand and placed it on his opponent's chest.
The man's eyes widened.
Fear filled him.
For a few heartbeats, nothing happened.
Then his torso burst open as his own pressure was unleashed upon him.
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Don Reito sat in his golden chair.
In his golden bunker.
Surrounded by his subordinates.
A Dirty Smile on his face.
A young woman leaned forward to drop a grape into his mouth.
A pretty thing. Young. Fresh.
She hadn't had enough money to pay for her brother's treatment.
So she had come to him.
Her soul for her brother.
What was her name again?
He had forgotten.
No matter.
Tonight, once the intruder was caught, he would have his way with her.
Loud screams were heard from outside the bunker.
Then the door opened.
It slowly swung all the way open.
A terrified guard ran in.
"Boss, help! He's…" He couldn't get any further.
Before he could take even two steps, he was split in two, as if from nowhere.
The two halves of his body fell to the floor in front of Reito.
He stared at the mutilated corpse for a few seconds when he noticed a movement from the doorway.
He looked up.
A hooded figure stood in the doorway and was now advancing on the Don.
And behind her, Reito's 50 best men, slaughtered.
"Are you Don Reito?" the figure asked.
Reito stared at her.
Fear and panic gripped him. "Yes, and you?"
The figure didn't answer.
He just raised his hand.
In the air, he formed a claw with it.
Immeasurable pain broke over Reito.
He writhed and fell to the floor.
His screams echoed from the walls and startled his servants.
He lifted his head, his eyes bulging.
"Please, I'll do anything!" he pleaded between screams. "I'll give you whatever you want! Money! Power! Whores!" he whimpered, full of agony.
The figure tilted its head.
Its hand tightened further.
A hole, small as a finger, bored into the Don's head, followed by four more.
As if invisible fingers were burrowing into his head.
He threw his head back and roared out his suffering, finally falling to his knees and crawling around, screaming.
"You beg for your life after you've destroyed that of others, you human trafficker?" the figure whispered. "After you've torn families apart in your greed, you expect mercy?"
The figure let its hand swoop in.
Reito's head was torn apart. His wretched body fell to the floor.
The figure spat on the body.
"Truly disgusting scum."
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Ruigh sat on the roof of the villa, watching the sunset.
His phone rang.
He answered.
Uhra's annoyed voice could be heard.
"Hey, how long does one mission take you anyway?" he asked.
Ruigh rolled his eyes.
"I still had to free prisoners and calm down servants," he muttered.
"Yeah, yeah, just come, you hero," Uhra grumbled.
Ruigh laughed quietly. "Yeah, yeah, Sensei, I'm on my way."