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Moji has seen and experienced a lot of things in his sixteen years of existence.
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He'd seen his parents argue and fight, to the point of one of them hitting him when he was a kid. That whole experience led to his parents' marriage falling to a divorce and messing with his psychology that made him hang out with other kids that had similar circumstances as him and unfortunately, most of them were bad apples, leading him and his friends to delinquency.
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He'd smoke, drink alcohol, sometimes even tried some weed and magic mushrooms. Due to that he would sometimes, unfortunately, encounter the gangs that were roaming the streets and alleys, even though he didn't want anything to do with them, due to how he looked and acted, he would be mistaken as a part of them or one of their enemies, the latter being the most common case.
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So he'd seen a lot of violence, he was especially terrified of a certain gang with the manji symbol.
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Sweat dripped down the horrified face of Moji, as he and his friends stood frozen in fear at what they were seeing.
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"W-What the fuck...?" He muttered out in a terrified tone of voice.
He'd seen a lot of shit in his life, went through many battles; physical and mental, but this?
"Please!"
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"Stop!"
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"I-I'm sooo–!"
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This wasn't a fight, this was a one-sided slaughter.
"P-Pwease... Nu...Muuuureee–"
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"Shut up." The boy, no, the demon coldly said in a calm tone of voice as he continued on mercilessly beating the face of Hyuga; bloodied and disfigured, worse, tiny shards of his glasses were embedded into his face–scarring him forever.
He punched, punched, punched, and he punched the poor boy's face over and over for an entire five minutes before he finally stopped, his left hand completely drenched in blood.
Zenkichi, with a white gauze around his head, his knees laid on the sides of Hyuga's torso, his right forearm pressed onto his chest to keep him in place, looked down on the latter with a complete lack of emotions–as if his act of beating someone to near death was nothing to feel about.
Moji and his friends were completely frozen in fear, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as the scene in front of them were forever seared deep into their minds and haunt them in their nightmares.
It was at this moment, Moji and his friends finally realized why Zenkichi is the childhood friend and close confidant of Medaka Kurokami.
Most of the students in school called Medaka the demon president, so, who had the best qualifications to stand besides her and be her close equal? Who else but another demon.
The Demonic Hound
'I-I once heard that Hitoyoshi was just a normal student...whichever fuck spreaded that rumor has to die! Normal? This guy's fucking normal?! He looks like a fucking psychopath! Also, doesn't he look injured, with a bandage around his head...?'
"Towel..."
"Eek!" Moji and his friends flinched and subconsciously took a step back when they heard Zenkichi talk.
Zenkichi let out a long sigh as he pulled his right arm back, straightened his back, and raised his legs off from the unconscious Hyuga. He then turned towards Moji and his friends, who were clearly scared out of their wits, with some on the verge of pissing themselves, but he just stared at them apathetically and said,
"Towel. I need a towel."
There was a moment of silence.
Eventually however, one of Moji's friends raised his arm to the side, pointed out a finger, and muttered, "T-There's a...t-towel...r-right o-over there..."
Zenkichi nodded, stepping over the beaten body of Hyuga, and went towards where the guy pointed.
As he neared Moji and his group, they immediately took several steps back and he stopped in front of them for a moment to say, "Call the nurse." before walking past them.
"Huh?" They muttered out in confusion but they immediately realized their injuries, especially Hyuga's, and one of their least injured quickly bolted out of the dojo.
Finding a towel on the floor where the guy had pointed at, Zenkichi immediately started wiping off the blood from his hands and some around his face, though he was a bit bummed that his uniform had
Now that he was done with his revenge and finally calmed himself, he could finally start to think to himself about his current situation, with the main question being: 'What the hell have I done?'
Zenkichi, for all his skills and abnormal physical strength, could be defined with three simple words: "a good guy". He's a loyal, kind, honest, and a bit charismatic type of guy. Sure he could be a bit intimidating when he gets into "the zone" when he fights or joins a sports competition but in daily school life, he was your typical wholesome teenage boy.
So, why did this happen? Why did he pummel Hyuga's face to the point of disfiguring him for life?
Zenkichi might not be the original and considers his previous life as his true self... actually, was that really the case? He didn't have any recollection to his previous life's name and everything related to himself, except his knowledge and body.
He knew that the original wasn't this ruthless or callous to someone, even when they beat him and hit him at the back of the head. It wasn't like this was the first time he experienced it.
Medaka's fan club/simps/worshippers/followers made sure that he would know the meaning of pain and terror of what the lengths of someone's obsession could do. It was one of the reasons why his relationship with Medaka had strained and why he needed to become stronger.
Now that he thought about it, there was another fan club being formed in the school right now with most of its members being first and second years, both male and female.
If there's one thing Zenkichi understood from both lifetimes, is that teenagers could be real psychos when they get jealous when they see someone else other than them get chummy with their crush.
'I'll have to scout them out first, and if they show any danger or threat to the other students well, I'll be going out hunting again.' A cold glint flickered in his eyes as he clenched his fist.
But back to his personality crisis. It was a simple answer, it was his previous life's personality.
Was his acceptance of his identity as both his previous life and original as Zenkichi assimilating both of their personalities into one?
Despite his uneasy feeling of self-conflict, ultimately, he had already decided himself to live as 'Zenkichi Hitoyoshi'.
He is the fake and the original, he is the past and the present. Whether he be a saint or a demon, he is who he is.
He is, Zenkichi Hitoyoshi.
"Oh, what do we have here?" A unknown deep and mirthful voice sounded out, heard by everyone in the hall. "When that Demon Queen wanted my help in capturing you, I didn't expect you to be so brutal considering your data. Well, no matter, I always wanted a challenge."
'Capture?' That word immediately set alarms in Zenkichi's head. He straightened his back and quickly turned around to find someone coolly leaning against the left frame of the shoji.
He's a dark skinned man with black hair done in cornrows. He has four silver piercings: one on each of his earlobes, one on his upper left ear, and one on his left eyebrow. He wears a tight black shirt with a white design similar to the jacket of Hakoniwa Academy's uniform. He also wears red shorts and red fingerless gloves.
The guy grinned, pushed himself off the frame, and faced all the occupants of the dojo forward with his arms crossed against his chest.
"The name's Takachiho Shigusa, nice to meet you. And–"
Zenkichi didn't blink, he had already coated his entire skin from head to toe with The Iron to protect himself but he was immediately dumbfounded to find the guy standing in front of him disappear for a moment and before he could even blink, he reappeared right in front of him with his right arm cocked and his hand clenched into a tight fist, just inches away from his face.
'What the fuck–!'
"goodnight."
Bop.