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Chapter - 7: Satori Sado
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Third Person P.O.V.
Satori Sado was in a dilemma. Her breathing was labored, her arms trembling as she tried to maintain a straight posture, determined not to show any weakness in front of the large gang of delinquents surrounding her.
The leader, a burly man with blond hair, wore an arrogant smirk on his face as he stepped forward, cracking his knuckles menacingly. "You're tough, I'll give you that," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "But you're outnumbered, bitch. Just give up."
How had she ended up in this situation? She had only gone out to run errands when she stumbled upon the gang harassing a defenseless shopkeeper.
Intervening had been instinctive for her, but she hadn't anticipated how many of them there would be. Now, her body was covered in bruises, her movements slower, and every further action drained what little stamina she had left.
Satori's gaze was steely, her determination unwavering despite her battered state. She adjusted her stance, clenching her fists tightly. "I don't give up," she said in a low but resolute tone.
The man in front of her laughed, a guttural sound laced with sinister intent. "I like girls who don't give up," he said, his perverse smile revealing stained teeth.
His eyes leered at her with a slimy expression. "It'll be much more fun to see you broken." Those words struck her, but not in the way he expected.
She wasn't intimidated by his threats. Instead, she was surprised—not out of fear or disgust, but irony. Those words felt almost laughable considering she had never seen herself as the type of girl who could attract that kind of attention.
Satori hardly fit the ideal of Yamato Nadeshiko, the Japanese epitome of grace and refinement. Quite the opposite: her powerful physique, defined muscles, broad shoulders, and calloused hands often made her the target of unflattering remarks.
Her short, practical brown hair, devoid of ornaments, contrasted sharply with the elaborate hairstyles other girls flaunted, further highlighting the divide between her and her peers.
And then there was her skin. A deep tone inherited from her heritage, it made her a rarity in these parts. She was no stranger to the cold reception it often earned her, aware that many looked at her with distrust.
Yet Satori had never allowed these things to define or discourage her. She had long decided that, being born strong, her duty was to protect the weak. To her, it was simply the right thing to do.
"Fun, huh?" she replied with a sarcastic smile, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Let's see who's laughing when it's you and your buddies running away with your tails between your legs."
Her words were met with collective laughter from the group. Another thug charged at her, wielding a rusted pipe. Satori dodged nimbly, countering with a punch to his face that sent him sprawling to the ground.
As another attacker approached, Satori felt her knees waver slightly. Knowing she couldn't block the next strike effectively, she braced herself to take the hit, focusing on the opportunity to exploit the opening that would follow.
But before the blow could land, a sudden gust of wind swept through the alley, halting the fight. It was accompanied by a voice, loud and authoritative.
"Don't you think you're overdoing the clichés?" Every head turned toward the alley's entrance, where a young man with bright orange hair stood, observing the scene with calm but evident coldness in his eyes.
The gang leader raised an eyebrow, surprised by the interruption, but tried to mask his unease with a smug grin. "And who the hell are you? The knight in shining armor?"
The boy ignored the provocation, stepping forward a few paces. His gaze landed on Satori, who was still leaning against the wall, visibly exhausted. "Can you stand?" he asked, his voice softer but filled with concern.
Satori looked up at him, startled by his intervention. "It's none of your business," she replied curtly, though her legs were visibly shaking.
The gang leader laughed loudly, trying to regain control of the situation. "Ah, what a touching scene. You've come to save the damsel in distress? Too bad, because you're going to end up worse than her."
The orange-haired young man didn't react, but his gaze grew even more intense. "I'll give you one warning. Leave now, or you'll regret it." The gang burst out laughing, but a hint of nervousness flickered in their movements.
The leader stepped forward, attempting to assert his dominance. "You're alone against us. And you have the nerve to threaten us?"
The young man moved with a burst of speed. Before anyone could react, he delivered a powerful kick to the nearest thug, sending him crashing into his companions like a ragdoll.
With a faint smile, he paused for a moment, his eyes glowing with a dangerous yellow light. "To answer your earlier question: No, I don't see myself as a knight... At this moment, I'm the damn dragon."
The others hesitated briefly, exchanging worried glances. "Don't just stand there like a bunch of scared rabbits! Get him!" the leader yelled, but panic was already spreading among his men.
What followed was a sequence of swift, precise movements—too fast and efficient for a normal human to replicate. He brought down one gang member after another with a series of targeted blows aimed at their faces.
To an observant eye, like Satori's, it was clear he was using a crude form of boxing. Yet, even with its rough edges, she could tell without a doubt that he had immense potential to refine his technique.
The thugs fell like flies, leaving their leader increasingly isolated and vulnerable. Satori watched the scene in disbelief. She never would have imagined anyone stepping in, let alone someone with such skill.
And yet, something was peculiar: despite the force and precision of his strikes, the young man seemed to be holding back, deliberately avoiding inflicting serious injuries that could have easily landed them in the hospital.
When the leader found himself alone, terror overtook him. "This isn't over," he stammered, taking a step back. "You're both going to pay for this!"
"You talk too much garbage," the young man replied coldly, taking a determined step forward. That simple action was more than enough for the gang leader. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, he spun around abruptly and bolted into the night, leaving every shred of dignity behind.
The alley fell silent again, filled only with the sound of Satori's heavy breathing. He approached her cautiously, observing her carefully. "You've got several bruises, and to make matters worse, you might have something broken. You need to get checked out, or things could get worse," he finally said, extending a hand to her.
Satori stared at him with hard eyes, suspicion evident on her face. She wasn't used to accepting help, let alone from a stranger. Eventually, however, fatigue took over, and with a grunt of effort, she accepted his hand.
"Who are you?" she asked in a low voice as she slowly got to her feet.
He shrugged with a faint smile. "It's not important. Let's get out of here before they decide to come back." Hesitantly, Satori nodded. She took a step, but her body gave way, almost collapsing under the weight of her injuries.
He was quick to catch her, lifting her with determination. "Put me down right now!" Satori protested, her face flushing slightly.
"You're in bad shape," he responded firmly, ignoring her resistance. "I'm not expecting you to thank me, but at least don't make this harder." Satori found herself speechless. She let herself be carried, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her face.
[Interlude]
Kurosagi Ichigo Pov
R63 Chad. A female version of him. Something I honestly never thought I'd see, now here I am, carrying her on my back as I try to get her to my family clinic for treatment.
The first thing I notice is that she's taller than me. No surprise, since Chad is a canonical 1.97 meters, but naturally, the female version is shorter. Maybe around 1.65 or 1.70 at most, since, like me, she hasn't fully matured yet.
Maybe it's too early to say, or maybe she prefers a more practical style—I don't know. Her clothes have a tomboyish vibe, fitting her character. No skirts or unnecessary details, just a simple black form-fitting t-shirt with short sleeves and white pants that looked just right on her.
I have to admit, seeing such a muscular woman is having an effect on me. Now I truly understand why so many people are such fans of Maki, and I can't really blame anyone who considers her one of the best waifus.
"Why did you save me? You don't even know me," she suddenly asked, and I could feel her breath against my neck as I tried to ignore the contact, not wanting to pay attention to how her body pressed against mine on my back.
"I couldn't just stand by while those idiots were hurting you," I answered sincerely, flashing my best smile as I tried to use the old flirt technique.
My hands held her thighs tightly to prevent her from slipping. In a gesture that might have seemed innocent, I began to lightly massage her muscles, using my fingers and [Sticky Fingers] to ease the tension and at the same time try to arouse more excitement in me.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Satori, stiff as a board.
"You're tensing up. If you keep it up, you're going to hurt yourself more," I explained calmly, maintaining a professional tone. It was a subtle but valid excuse. I didn't want to sound inappropriate, even though the situation was all too intimate.
She did not answer, but her body relaxed slightly. There was an awkward silence as I walked towards the family clinic, "What's your name?" I finally asked, breaking the silence when I felt we had reached a good mutual understanding.
"Satori," she replied after a moment of embarrassment. "Satori Sado" It was much more feminine than she had expected, but it suited her surprisingly well.
I nodded, "I am Ichigo Kurosaki. It is a pleasure to meet you, Satori." Although "I would have preferred a less... violent encounter" I had to admit that I was surprised to meet her so soon, but I wasn't complaining.
She laughed bitterly. "Violence seems to follow me wherever I go, no matter how hard I try to avoid it"
"Then you'd better stay with me," I said with a smile she couldn't see. "I'm pretty good at dealing with situations like this"
For the first time, Satori seemed to really relax. Although she did not admit it out loud, it seemed that the thought of knowing that someone was willing to fight for her, without asking for anything in return, was comforting to her.
When we reached the Kurosaki clinic, I opened the door with a light kick, too busy supporting Satori to use my hands, but honestly, it was just an excuse to not let go of her ass.
The noise immediately caught my father's attention. "Ichigo!" he yelled, leaning out of the main room with his usual exaggerated enthusiasm. "YOU BROUGHT A GIRL HOME?! Finally, my son stopped being a social disaster! I'm so proud of you!"
He literally lunged forward, dramatically kneeling as if he were praying. "My dear daughter-in-law, welcome! This is a historic moment for the Kurosaki family!"
Satori stared at him with incredulity, then looked at me, visibly confused. "Is... he always like this?" she asked quietly.
I sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. Don't mind him, he's always like this." Truly, for a captain of the Gotei 13, it was pretty ridiculous, but I had long since grown accustomed.
"I TOTALLY IGNORE YOU, UNGRATEFUL SON!" my father shouted, slamming a fist on the floor.
No one paid him any attention.
I didn't stop. "Yes, yes, historic. Now, why don't you go celebrate elsewhere?" Isshin made a melodramatic protest, but I ignored him entirely, helping Satori toward a bed. As I helped her sit down, her great embarrassment was clear—she clearly didn't have many interactions with men.
The door opened, and Yuzu appeared. "Dad, I finished fixing—" Her eyes widened at the sight of Satori. "Who is she?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, though the hint of jealousy in her eyes was hard to ignore.
"A girl I saved," I responded calmly as I began gathering everything needed to treat her wounds. "She was in trouble, so I brought her here for care."
Yuzu crossed her arms, looking at Satori with a slight sneer. "She doesn't seem that hurt… was it really necessary to bring her here?"
I turned toward her, raising an eyebrow. Though it was cute to see her jealous, I couldn't let her have that attitude with every girl around me.
"Yes, Yuzu. Because leaving her bleeding on the sidewalk would have been the much better alternative, right?" She huffed, but before she could retort, Karin entered the room, hands stuffed in her pockets.
Her gaze flicked to Satori, and a sly smile spread across her face. "Wow, Ichigo," she began, looking her up and down. "You saved a girl like that? Impressive, big brother."
Satori sat up slightly, maintaining a composed expression as she returned Karin's gaze. However, Karin wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. She leaned against the door, chuckling provocatively.
"I must admit, you've got a great eye. She's really... well-endowed in the back." Satori raised an eyebrow, visibly puzzled, unsure how to respond to that statement.
I, on the other hand, replied dryly. 'Thank you for the inappropriate comment, Karin. Now can we please focus on the injuries?' And then I was supposed to be the multiversal slaver....
Karin raised her hands, laughing. "What? I'm just saying what everyone thinks. Seriously, look at that ass—" That is absolutely true, but I would certainly never have admitted it in front of my little sisters.
"Karin, cut it out with the teasing." My voice rang in the room, but she continued laughing under her breath
Meanwhile, Yuzu seemed more and more irritated. "There's nothing special!" she muttered, crossing her arms. "And she's not even cute like she seems. She has that too... masculine attitude."
Satori raised an eyebrow, giving Yuzu a look that clearly said: Want to repeat that? Yet, she remained silent, probably too tired to start a confrontation with a kid.
My father, meanwhile, was still on the floor, hands raised to the sky. "My son has become a man! I can finally die happy!"
"You can start living the next day outside this room," I replied, dragging him away and closing the door behind him.
Once alone with Satori and my sisters, I knelt beside her to disinfect her wounds and apply bandages. "Feeling better? Do you need anything else?"
She nodded slowly. "I'm fine. Thank you for all this. I'm not used to... depending on others."
"Well, now you're here, so relax," I said with a gentle smile. "Treatments are free, so don't feel indebted."
She hesitated, then smiled slightly, the first genuine smile I had seen on her face. "You're better than you seem, Ichigo." I scratched the back of my neck, unsure how to respond. Karin laughed softly, while Yuzu shot a frustrated glance.
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