Hiro felt the hot fisted hand and saw a crimson liquid that he knows very well. The smell of iron and rust makes the emotion bubble through his mind, not like a madman. More like something tense and serious, it came out of the observation and never left Naruko's eyes.
"What are you waiting for? Attack and hit him for me," the harsh voice of the leader barked orders and broke the silent atmosphere.
All the leader's henchmen went to grab weapons from the ground, throwing stones and sticks. Some position themselves in front, and those who throw stones stand at the rear.
Hiro felt numb; he had not seen such a formal alignment in children; now he sees it: they protect the stone throwers, and the only attacker with a stick is in front.
The leader's eyes never left Hiro's, and with one hand holding Naruko by the hair, he shouted ecstatically, "Charge Everyone advanced and attacked.
A stone passed by Hiro's left cheek, another and another. Many stones rained down on his body, some hitting his face and others hitting his lower body, causing him to lose concentration, and this was taken advantage of by the only attacker with a stick who pounced on his body, landing a strong blow on his face and this to put another one in, but Hiro embarrassingly blocked it with his forearm and the stick cracked to bend. Hiro saw this and saw that the launchers stopped to look for more ammunition. He quickly made a step on his raised leg, and the henchman instinctively covered his face. lower abdomen, but left the face unprotected. -SLASH- A quick and lethal elbow strike landed on the henchman's jaw, and he fell to the ground with blood spilling onto the floor.
Hiro took advantage of this sudden rush of adrenaline, approached through the opening, and with quick blows to the jaw, knocked down the only two stone throwers; only two people were left.
The leader and Naruko both looked into each other's eyes, tense and serious.
Hiro advanced always alert and said in a low voice, "Le her go, and I'll let you go." his heart, he knows she's just talking shit; she won't let him go easily; she'll beat him to teach him a little humanity.
The leader of the bullies spoke—my name is Hayato—he said and released the almost unconscious Naruko.
Hiro answered, I'm Hiro." Th was all they both said; there was nothing more to talk about, and so they both rushed towards each other to attack each other.
This time it was more difficult for Hiro to see an opening in the opponent's defense; he is using the academy style, and although it is an initial style, it is superior to his own style.
Even so, Hiro performed a quick kick on the opponent's calves, trying to weaken them, hitting him squarely.
It was not enough. Hayato calmly let the kick hit him and quickly performed an ax kick that took Hiro somewhat unprotected and blocked it with his hands, the force making him retreat a little. It didn't end in that movement; Hayato quickly entered Hiro's broken guard and sent him a quick combination of blows that landed with precision on Hiro's face.
Hiro knows in his heart that if things don't get better soon, he's going to end up losing, and worse yet, he'll be at the mercy of Naruko in the hands of these guys, but what really made him do this at once was the shiny tip. That was hidden in the brat's clothes, yes, a kunai.
He tried to calm his clouded mind and drunken eyes, but Hayato's constant hitting left him no room to improve until.
-slash- He took advantage of an opening left by Hayato; apparently he is tired, and that was taken advantage of by Hiro, who, although Hayato was attacking, turned quickly in the same axis and his elbow; the sharp edge was hit in Hayato's eye, who retreats screaming—ahhh, my eye—the screams are not a farce; the left eye was pierced, and spurts of blood did not take long to appear.
Hayato immediately backed away and pulled out a kunai from his clothing, holding it in a reverse grip with a high guard as he approached the tired Hiro in a jogging gait.
Hiro saw this; the only way to stop him is to slash. The kunai pierced the depths of Hiro's forearm, and the blood came out in floods. Even so, Hayato did not stop; he made a cut upwards in the hope of cutting the throat. of Hiro and Hiro stepped forward holding Hayato's hand with the other, and now both were left without hands. Hiro was left in an exposed position with his abdomen within reach of Hayato's kicks, who saw this and seeing that he could not free his hands. If Hayato releases his hand from the kunai, Hiro steps back and pulls it out to have the kunai in his defense, and Hayato will lose.
The only way out for Hayato is slash, slash, slash. Strong kicks were launched squarely into Hiro's stomach. Hiro felt pain, a pain that turned his stomach. He never imagined feeling monstrous strength from a small being; he only resisted with his eyes looking directly into the enraged eyes of his attacker, Hayato.
In a lonely alley, you can see three boys lying on the ground and a girl further back. Now the most peculiar thing is that in the middle of both are two boys, one eight or nine years old and the other six years old, both in a field. Dying of will, the older boy repeatedly kicks the youngest in the abdomen, which only reaches the height of his pectorals a head lower. The boy resists the strong kicks.
Hiro saw that the kicks lost momentum and power; he felt calmer, but the vomit did not wait; a large amount mixed with blood came out.
Hayato and Hiro looked into each other's eyes. Hiro gave him a smile that was uglier than crying, and Hayato frowned.
In one movement, Hiro released Hayato's hand that was not holding the kunai and intertwined it tightly on the back of the tired Hayato's neck, and with a force, Hiro's knee hit the face of the confused Hayato, who thought they were about to kiss. -slash- -slash- The violent sounds of punches echo through the air. Hiro's two knees take turns delivering punches.
Hayato, very suffocated by all this, left the kunai and wanted to retreat, but it was impossible. A violent kick hit the leg joint, and Hayato lost his balance, falling face-first to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Hiro had won, slowly he felt dizzy and weak in his mind. The only thing he thought about was the things he had experienced—so, I will die again, and for a kunai, after all, I am not a protagonist—he closed his eyes slightly, and the blood Hot is like the embrace of death—soft, hot, and smelling of rust. Before closing his eyes, he saw two figures, one of which is Naruko and the other a guy with a huge scar, if that is Iruka.