"Ugh!"
The seven gangsters yelped in fright as a sudden wave of dread washed over them, the look in Akira's eyes causing cold sweat to burst through their skin, soaking their clothes.
It felt as if they were in a jungle, and a sudden black panther jumped out into the open, its predatory eyes locked onto their weak, fragile figures.
"W-What the hell is with this kid?! His looks sent shivers up my spine..." The gang member muttered, the dread quickly turning into anger and humiliation.
Anyone would feel humiliation, even if not anger, at being scared by a kid looking at them, not to mention these seven no-good pretend gangsters who probably still use their mothers' bank cards.
Akira looked down on people like them because they don't know real struggle, even if it slapped them in the face. They never had to go hungry until their mother finally found a customer to pay for food.
Crack!
Akira's joints cracked as he clenched his fists in anger. An intense anger and humiliation welled up in his chest as he watched the woman on the ground, along wiht a hint of disdain.
She reminded him of his own mother, weak and without any life-worth skills to actually work a real job.
It sickens him just looking at her.
"Today, I will finally release this... Anger deep inside my chest," Akira said with a creepy tone, looking up and revealing a pair of glowing eyes, with black sclera.
The gangsters shivered, and before they all looked at him with anger, their fists clenched as they got ready for a fight. Some of them even pulled out a pocket knife.
"A pocket knife against a mere kid? Ptoo! It seems you people are even less than the scum on the ground," Akira sneered with a mocking smirk as he spat on the ground in disdain.
"Stop playing the hero kid! Get out now before we beat the living shit out of your puny body!" Regaining courage, the man shouted at Akira in anger, his fists shaking uncontrollably.
But no words were spoken or replied to him. Instead, a red blur rushed into the alley, stirring the air and creating a rustling sound as Akira's clothes shook in the air.
Crack!
Akira's right hook smashed into the jaw of the first gang member with a sickening crunch. Skin was ripped, and muscles were torn off the bone before the jawbone itself was crushed.
With a single punch, at a speed that the gangsters couldn't see clearly, Akira ahd punched the jaw of a man off, revealing his throat and torn trachea, blood flying everywhere as if it was rain.
Gurgle~
Splat!
The gang member choked on his own blood, falling to the ground face-first, his eyes going dull as his life faded away. The other members freeze at the sight, fear and regret crushing their brains.
"First one," Akira muttered to himself silently, his eyes locking onto his next opponent. His eyes saw through his weak points, and his next move.
Swoosh!
Akira appeared ot the right, where the man turned into a punch in his attempt to run.
The punch tore through his stomach as if it were foam, crushing his internal organs and intestine, while blowing a hole in the back of his spine, painting the walla nd groudn in blood and meat mixed with spine fragments.
The man instantly died, a thin membrane of skin holding his waist and lower body together. Akira swiped his hand to the side, the blood falling from his fingertips.
"Second one down," Akira muttered again.
"Run!"
Swoosh!
The other five remaining people tried to run, but it only hastened their deaths since Akira turned serious.
Akira flashed to one more, his knee striking the side of one of the guy's heads, instantly splashing his brain across the wall.
Another man who tried to run was kicked in the back, his spine snapped, and his body shot out, smashing into the wall with such force that his body crumpled like a plastic nail trying to enter hard wood.
Akira was quick to finish the other three guys as well. He flashed a second time, a head was smashed into pulp, flashed a second time, a calf cut through one's waist, flashed a third time, and a finger speared into a head, killing the last gang member.
Splash!
Akira waved his hand towards the ground, the speed almost reaching the speed of sound. The force ripped every single inch of blood from his hand, painting the ground.
"This feeling... It's a pretty good feeling," Akira looked at his palm as he muttered in a trance, the feeling in his chest new and something he had never felt before.
"Hmm?"
Akira turned towards the woman he had saved, only to see her running out of the alley with desperation and fear on her face, clutching her bag and the money she had taken from the corpse.
Akira shook his head before vanishing in a red blur from the place. Soon, police will probably surround the place, and he does not want to be involved.
It didn't take long for Akira to be home and in front of his small apartment. He took a breath before opening the door, his foot stepping inside it.
Instantly, a disgusting smell entered his nose, along with the sight of his mother naked on her bed, sleeping soundly. Akira's nose scrunched as he moved past her, into his own room.
Throwing his school bag down onto the ground with a huff, Akira sat down on his bed before pulling out a notebook.
Inside the notebook were plans for training and future plans to strengthen his body, which were written down.
"I need to start raining and get stronger, especially wiht those weird things I started sensing..." Akira muttered in a serious tone, his pupils tracking movement in the air.
Akira's senses became stronger and more precise, allowing him to sense and track invisible things, some of which were even larger than a building.
It had the same feeling as Nobara's energy orb in her stomach. So Akira decided to start training his body, since if he needed to, he wanted to be capable of fighting back.
Placing his book down and undressing until he was only in a knee-length pair of shorts, Akira stood up and, with the small amount of room he had, he started training.
During training, Akira recalled the videos he had watched in school while using Nobara's phone to search the internet. These included videos of professional boxing, Taekwondo for kicks, and Karate for grappling.
Inside Akira's skill, a phenomenon was happening, causing his brain to start taking on a shape resembling a demon's smile, something that should not have been possible.
"Huh?!"
Akira paused, his eyes widening in shock as a figure seemingly made out of air appeared in front of him.
The figure was disfigured, and human-sized, with sharp claws and brown skin matted with different colours, a massive mouth filled with sharp teeth.
"This is the thing that I sensed near the school the other day... Am I imagining it in front of me as an opponent?" Akira could not help but smirk as he clenched his fists at the sight.
His mind was interrupted by a groan.
Swoosh!
The figure in front of him suddenly shot forward, its sharp claws swiping through the air towards Akira's head, who smirked before ducking, and shot close with his fist, hitting the chest of the thing.
Boom!
A wave of air was generated, as if Akira's punch actually landed on a solid existence. Akira, on the other hand, felt a tremble in his arm from the durability of the thing.
"Seems like you can take a punch, well then, let's try and see you take this!"
Boom!
Akira's legs seemingly turned into a beam of light as he kicked out with all his strength. The sole of his foot struck the thing in the head, and it instantly burst into pieces of air as the figure vanished from the room.
"Not as hard as I thought," Akira muttered with disappointment.
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