"I-I-I am sorry Kirishima. Please forgive me." It was the obese guy with the round glasses. His name was Kouta Hashida and he was currently on his knees, begging for forgiveness from Kirishima who was standing in front of him.
They were in an isolated area in the apartment with no one around.
Kirishima ran his hand through his grey hair and looked at Kouta with a disgusted look.
"It seems like I wasn't strict enough with my training." Kirishima said as he kicked Kouta's face, making him fall upside.
"I-It was a slip of t-tongue…K-K-K—"
"Huh? Did I ask you to reply to me? You fucking pig!!" Kirishima said he thrusted his kicks to Kouta's stomach.
"Aughh…L-L-Listen…gahhh…I-I-I am sorry." Kouta screamed in pain.
Kirishima bent down and grabbed Kouta by his hair and looked at him with his unrelenting gaze.
"U-Uhhh…Aaaahhh…" Kouta screamed again as he stared into the depthness of Kirishima's eyes.
"Ugh. Shut the hell up." Kirishima said in disdain as he slapped Kouta' and threw him to the floor.
"Disgusting fuck." He said as he looked at Kouta who had peed his pants and was lying on the floor senseless.
"You have entered here of your own will, but none will leave without my permission." Kirishima grinned as he kicked Kouta's senseless face again and walked off the area.
*
"Ugh, where the hell did they run off to? That bastard's gonna scream at me, for altering thing here and there." The red haired guy shouted while looking for them all around. He was done with the spider beast and was on his way to track Ryouma's parents.
As he was about to enter the dark alley, he sensed a strange pressure above him.
He looked to his left and the presence disappeared, "Was I mistaken?" He thought.
"Of course not!!" He shouted as he twisted his torso back and grabbed a neck through thin air.
"Ouu, you escaped that?" He said as he finally had a good look to the being in front for him.
It was taller than him in size and wore a black tuxedo. His face was not visible since he was wearing an intricate looking rabbit cover. It's as if someone cut his head and replaced it with a rabbit. He also had a black suitcase, laced with golden borders.
"Who the hell are you?" The red hair asked pointing his hand towards the rabbit mask. His hands were already covered with hard scales and looked like a partisan.
"…"
Without inquiring any further, he closed the distance between him and the rabbit mask and punched him at an abnormal speed.
The guy seemed to dodge every single punch as if the time moved slowly for him comparatively.
The red-haired guy clicked his tongue in annoyance as the rabbit mask dodged his punches effortlessly. Each strike he threw felt like it was hitting nothing but air.
"Tch. Quit dancing around!" he yelled as his voice echoed in the rubble.
The rabbit mask tilted its head slightly, as if mocking him.
The red-haired guy growled, the scales on his hands thickening and extending into sharp, jagged edges. He swung his arm in a wide arc, aiming to slash the rabbit mask's torso.
The rabbit mask stepped back gracefully, avoiding the attack by mere inches. The black suitcase in his hand didn't even budge.
"You're quick, huh? But let's see how long you can keep up."
He slammed his scaled hand into the ground, sending cracks rippling through the concrete. Debris shot up into the air, creating a smokescreen around them.
The red-haired guy charged through the dust, swinging wildly. His fist grazed the rabbit mask's arm, tearing through the fabric of his tuxedo.
But before he could follow up, the rabbit mask twisted its body unnaturally, like a puppet on strings, and countered with a swift kick to his ribs.
"Gah!" The red-haired guy staggered back, clutching his side.
The rabbit mask didn't react. Instead, it opened the black suitcase just a crack. A faint golden glow seeped out, which illuminated the entire area for a brief moment, blinding everyone in the vicinity.
"What the hell is that?" the red-haired guy muttered, narrowing his eyes.
Before he could figure it out, the rabbit mask swung the suitcase with surprising force, aiming for his head.
He barely raised his scaled arm in time to block, the impact sending a shockwave down his body.
"Damn it, what's in that thing? Bricks?" he spat as his arm tingled from the blow.
The rabbit mask didn't answer. It pressed forward, swinging the suitcase again, this time targeting his legs.
The red-haired guy leaped back, dodging the attack. "Enough of this crap!" he shouted, slamming his fists together. Sparks flew as his scales began to glow a faint red, heating up with intensity.
"Let's see how you dodge this!"
He punched the ground, sending a wave of molten heat rippling toward the rabbit mask. The alley lit up as the concrete melted under the force.
But the rabbit mask didn't flinch. It jumped high into the air, twisting gracefully to avoid the molten trail.
"Stay still, damn it!" the red-haired guy roared, launching himself upward to meet him mid-air.
They clashed in the air, exchanging blows at abnormal speed. Each punch and kick felt like thunder strikes, as the alley echoed with the sound of the impact.
The red-haired guy growled in frustration. "What are you waiting for?! Fight me seriously!"
Still, no response.
As they landed back on the ground, the rabbit mask glanced at his wrist, as if checking the time.
The red-haired guy noticed. "You're stalling, aren't you?" he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Who are you waiting for?"
The rabbit mask didn't answer. Instead, he adjusted hi stance for the next round.
"Fine. I'll just beat the answer out of you."
*
"The Faceless Gentlemen?" Arata Hoshino, the prime minister of Japan asked curiously.
He was sitting in a secluded room and in front of him, was another one from the group of Eida Kisaragi and the red haired guy.
"Yes, if I had to explain in simple terms. They are not from this realm. And they are the reason for why we had to arrive." The man said in a gentle voice. He had blonde colored hair and blue eyes with a calm demeanor around him.
"I am sorry but I still don't understand. What about realm and other stuff?"
"Hmm…just think of them as a secret organization, that have evil intentions against the human kind."
"I see. What could I do to help you out? You are our saviors, I don't know how you know about all these things, but I would do anything if that will help us sort things out before it gets any worse."
"Blah blah blah…it's going to get worse anyways. We gotta do this shit coz if we don't have a choice, old man." A female voice answered, as she entered through the door. She had black hair and black eyes and was wearing a nun outfit.
"Shut up for a second, Erika. Adults are talking here." He answered while glaring at her with his blue eyes glowing.
"The fuck did you say, son of-mhhmmm…hnnnggghh!!!" Before she could complete her sentence, he mouth was covered by someone's hand.
"I was wondering where you ran off to, you little runt…we will get her out, you guys continue." Another guy said as they both dragged her out of the office while she was mumbling.
Mr. Arata was surprised or rather weirded out, it was confusing to get the right word looking at his expression.
"Sorry for that, so let's continue. What I want from you, " He came closer to Arata and continued in a lower voice, "is the access to the Terra Vitae Bunkers."
Mr. Arata's eyes widened in surprise as if he was caught off guard by his words.