The previously chaotic situation in a cramped back alley somewhere near Fujiishima's city center suddenly went silent as Xi Jianlin got knocked to the ground. He was the last of the four Oriental boys who a seven year old Jihonian boy took down. However even as the four older children remained neutralized on the cluttered floor, the blazing eyes of the small local child seemed to have emanated more hatred, causing him to pound mercilessly on the eldest with his clenched fists.
"Ahia..", seven year old Jax helplessly called while watching the Jihonian boy put the living lights out of his elder brother. "Please stop.. he's already beaten.."
And yet, the small local did not heed Jax's words, carrying on with the beating. As the feeling of hopelessness began to settle within his being, his fists started to clench in frustration while crumpling his expression just as tightly in dread.
