Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty-Three: Hit Them Hard!
Uragawa Son's face was as cold as ice as he sternly asked Mori Ji.
Kamikawa Mitsu’s face was ice as he coldly asked Mori Takeshi.
The sudden scene left everyone momentarily stunned.
The sudden scene left everyone momentarily stunned.
When they finally came to their senses, the people around began whispering among themselves.
When they finally came to, those around them began whispering among themselves.
“Looks like he’s just a high schooler—ugh, another show-off.”
“He looks like a high schooler—ugh, another show-off.”
“I think I heard him call out ‘sister’—the middle school girl getting beaten must be his sister. What a shame; even if family showed up, he’s still just a high schooler.”
“I think I heard that guy call his sister—this girl getting beaten must be his younger sister. Too bad. Even if family shows up, he’s just a high schooler.”
“Huh? Why does this guy seem familiar to me?” Someone stared at Uragawa Son, feeling a sense of recognition but unable to recall where he’d seen him.
“Huh? Why does this guy seem familiar?” Someone stared at Kamikawa Mitsu, feeling he’d seen him before, yet couldn’t recall where.
Mori Ji and the other street thugs froze in shock.
Mori Takeshi and the other gang members froze.
They were utterly surprised.
They were utterly taken aback.
Who would dare step in to intervene at a time like this?
Someone actually stepped in at a time like this?
And yet—it was just a high school student.
And it was a high schooler.
“I’m asking you: did you intend to hit my sister?”
“I’m asking you—did you intend to hit my sister?”
Uragawa Son’s voice rang out again.
Kamikawa Mitsu’s voice rang out again.
His tone was calm, revealing no hint of anger or indifference.
His tone was calm—no anger, no indifference, impossible to tell.
Being repeatedly questioned—especially in public, on the street, and by a high schooler stopping him from assaulting someone—sent Mori Ji into a rage.
Being questioned repeatedly, in public, by a high schooler who’d interrupted his assault—Mori Takeshi exploded.
“Fuck, I’m beating your sister, you little—”
“Fucking hell, I’m hitting your sister—what the fuck are you gonna—”
CRASH!!
CRASH!!
Without any warning, Uragawa Son threw a punch straight at Mori Ji’s face.
Without warning, Kamikawa Mitsu threw a punch straight into Mori Takeshi’s face.
The punch carried tremendous force.
The punch carried serious force.
All those watching saw only a blur of a fist flashing past.
All witnesses saw only a blur of fist.
Mori Ji’s nose collapsed inward, his face nearly caved in.
Mori Takeshi’s nose collapsed; his face caved inward.
Blood gushed out, spraying three feet into the air.
Blood spurted, spraying three feet.
The sheer impact threw his head back, flinging his entire body backward onto the ground, splashing rainwater everywhere.
The force threw his head back, flinging his whole body onto the ground; rainwater splashed up, spraying everywhere.
Ripples spread across the surrounding puddles.
Puddles around him rippled.
Rainwater mixed with mud splattered across Mori Ji, coating him in filth.
Rain and muddy water splashed over Mori Takeshi, coating him in filth.
Yet he showed no reaction—he had clearly been knocked unconscious, possibly even suffering a concussion.
He gave no reaction—clearly knocked unconscious by Kamikawa Mitsu’s punch; likely suffered a concussion.
At that moment,
At that moment.
the scene seemed frozen, with only the steady patter of rain.
The scene froze; only the rain hissed down.
Everyone stood paralyzed, their minds utterly blank, lost in shock.
Everyone stood frozen, minds blank, lost in shock.
“Chie, what were they planning to do to you?”
“Chiharu, what were they going to do to you?”
Uragawa Son ignored the stunned crowd, turned, knelt down, and softly asked Uragawa Chie.
Kamikawa Mitsu ignored the crowd, turned, knelt, and softly asked Kamikawa Chiharu.
A minute earlier, he had arrived on the street searching for Chie, only to see a crowd gathered nearby; curious, he went over—and just in time, he saw Chie about to be attacked.
A minute earlier, he’d arrived on the street searching for Kamikawa Chiharu, saw a crowd gathered nearby, grew curious, went over—and just in time saw her about to be struck.
Without hesitation, Uragawa Son acted.
Without hesitation, Kamikawa Mitsu acted.
But even though he’d already struck back, he still needed to ask: what exactly had they intended to do to Chie?
But he’d already struck—he still needed to ask what they intended to do to Kamikawa Chiharu.
There had to be a reason they were attacking her.
They couldn’t possibly have attacked her for no reason.
“Nii-san, they wanted to take us out for dessert, but we didn’t want to go, so they tried to drag us along.”
“Nii-san, they wanted to take us for dessert, but we didn’t want to go, so they dragged us.”
Uragawa Son’s arrival acted like a calming sedative—Chie’s panic began to subside.
Kamikawa Mitsu’s arrival was like a sedative—Kamikawa Chiharu’s panic eased.
His deep eyes flashed with sharp intensity; Uragawa Son had already guessed the truth.
His deep eyes flashed with sharp light—he’d already guessed the truth.
These guys—clearly street thugs—had tried to hit on them, and when rebuffed, flew into a rage.
These gangsters, clearly, had tried to hit on them, failed, and flew into a rage.
Damn it.
Damn it.
A bunch of scum!
A bunch of societal scum!
As Uragawa Son frowned,
Just as Kamikawa Mitsu frowned.
“You little brat!”
“You little brat!”
“Fuck, kill him!”
“Fucking kill him!”
“Dude, you dare mess with us?”
“Kid, you dare mess with us?”
Mori Ji’s companions didn’t stay stunned long—only two or three seconds had passed.
Mori Takeshi’s companions didn’t freeze long—only two or three seconds had passed.
The instant they snapped back to reality, every one of them erupted in fury.
The instant they snapped back, all of them erupted in fury.
All of them, together, had been taken down by a single high schooler.
So many of them—and one high schooler had taken down one of them.
Unforgivable humiliation!
Unforgivable humiliation!
In an instant, the eerie silence shattered into chaos.
In an instant, the silence shattered into chaos.
Five young men charged at one high school student, swinging their fists.
Five youths charged the high schooler, fists swinging.
“Nii-san!”
“Nii-san!”
Chie’s heart, which had just calmed, now flared with fear and anger again.
Kamikawa Chiharu’s heart, just calmed, now flared with fear and rage.
Nii-san was alone—against five of them.
Nii-san was alone; five against him.
They were overwhelming him with numbers—he’d get hurt for sure.
They were outnumbering him—he’d get hurt.
Without thinking, Chie gripped her umbrella tightly and rushed forward to help Uragawa Son.
No time to think—Kamikawa Chiharu gripped her umbrella and lunged forward to help Kamikawa Mitsu.
Suddenly—
Suddenly.
Her vision blurred.
Her vision blurred.
Chie froze.
Kamikawa Chiharu froze.
She saw that before she could even move, Uragawa Son had already darted forward—faster than a cheetah.
She saw—before she could move, Kamikawa Mitsu had already surged forward, swift as a cheetah.
One hand held the umbrella aloft, one step forward—
One hand held the umbrella; one step forward.
his waist twisted, his right leg lashed out like a crocodile’s tail, striking the jaw of the thug swinging a punch—precisely and powerfully.
His waist twisted; his right leg lashed like a crocodile’s tail, striking the gangster’s jaw with perfect precision.
The thug’s jaw twisted grotesquely, dislocated by the kick.
The gangster’s jaw twisted, dislocated.
Several teeth flew out.
Several teeth flew out.
The immense force sent the thug stumbling sideways as if he’d slipped on ice, his body crashing straight down, his cheek slamming into a puddle, splashing and widening the water hole.
The whip-like force sent the gangster stumbling sideways, his body slamming straight down; his cheek crushed into a puddle, splashing and widening the water hole.
Chie, her classmates, and the surrounding crowd all stared, dumbfounded—as if caught in a dream.
Kamikawa Chiharu, her classmates, and the crowd all stared, dazed—as if in a dream.
In the blink of an eye—
In less than a blink.
Another one down?!
Another one down?!
“Whoa, that’s insane!”
“Gah! That’s insane!”
“This…?”
“This…”
The onlookers were stunned, faces pale with shock.
The crowd gasped, faces pale with shock.
As they watched, Uragawa Son was unstoppable—he’d already knocked one thug down with a single kick, then surged forward again, his movements lightning-fast; they hadn’t even blinked before he’d struck again.
Before their eyes, Kamikawa Mitsu was terrifying—first one kick felled a gangster, then he surged again, hands moving so fast they barely blinked—and he’d already struck.
Less than fifteen seconds had passed.
The fight had lasted less than fifteen seconds.
Amid the attackers’ encirclement, Uragawa Son moved like a general cutting through enemy lines—he closed the distance to one thug, his hand forming a blade, slicing horizontally across the man’s throat.
Amid their assault, Kamikawa Mitsu moved like a general cutting through ten thousand soldiers—he closed in on a gangster, hand shaped like a blade, slicing horizontally across his throat.
The hand-strike was swift, moving like a flash of shadow.
The hand-strike was swift—faster than a flash.
“Ugh—ugh!”
“Ugh—ugh!”
The thug clutched his throat, feeling as if it had been severed.
The gangster clutched his throat, feeling as if it had snapped.
He wanted to scream in agony, but no sound came out.
He wanted to scream, but couldn’t make a sound.
He tried to breathe—but couldn’t. All he could do was gasp, as if something were choking his windpipe, in unbearable torment.
He couldn’t breathe—only gasped, choked, as if something were lodged in his throat, in unbearable agony.
His condition made it easy to suspect his larynx had been shattered or his vocal cords torn.
The sight made anyone wonder—had his Adam’s apple shattered? Had his vocal cords been severed?
The crowd stood frozen, jaws hanging open in disbelief.
The crowd stared, slack-jawed in shock.
Watching the fight continue,
Watching the fight continue.
watching Uragawa Son battle the thugs,
Watching Kamikawa Mitsu battle the gangsters.
a strange feeling began to creep over them.
Somehow, they felt a strange sensation.
This wasn’t six men surrounding and beating one.
This wasn’t six men surrounding one.
It was one man surrounding six.
It was one man surrounding six.
He was single-handedly dominating them.
A one-sided massacre.
And he was doing it—using only one hand.
And he was doing it with only one hand.
What was the other hand doing? Holding an umbrella to shield himself from the rain.
The other hand? Holding an umbrella to shield from the rain.
“Could this high schooler be the national martial arts champion?” someone in the crowd suddenly blurted out.
“Could this high schooler be the national martial arts champion?” Someone in the crowd suddenly spoke.
Everyone jolted.
Everyone jolted.
Wait a minute—
And it wasn’t impossible!
That might actually be true!
It really could be.
Look at this kid—he’s insane! He’s taking on six guys with just one hand, and not a single punch has landed on him.
Look at this kid—he’s insane. He beats six men with one hand, and they can’t even touch him—not a single punch lands.
And…
And…
By the end, the thugs, desperate and enraged, pulled out spring knives and extendable batons from their pockets.
Later, the gangsters, clearly cornered and enraged, pulled out spring knives and extendable batons from their pockets.
Even with weapons drawn, the teenager didn’t flinch.
The opponents drew weapons—but the teen didn’t flinch.
He didn’t retreat a single step—he advanced straight toward them.
He didn’t even step back—he met them head-on.
Every movement flowed like water.
Every motion flowed like water.
And the result? Still domination.
The result? Still a massacre.
Even with weapons, the thugs stood no chance.
Even with weapons, the gangsters were useless.
Because a gang member’s extendable baton was knocked from his hand by Kamikawa Mitsu’s martial technique and seized.
Holding the extendable baton, Kamikawa Mitsu became like a tiger with wings; each strike sent the gang members sprawling, their limbs bruised and swollen, their faces streaked with baton marks.
After a while.
The gang members’ weapons gave them no advantage—instead, they only empowered Kamikawa Mitsu.
Seeing this, the onlookers had already silently reached a conclusion.
This was unquestionably a national champion of the youth division.
The reason was simple: not only did Kamikawa Mitsu dominate entirely, but also his fighting style.
Throughout the entire fight.
Every movement was without waste.
Every punch, every kick, was lethal.
In fact, they faintly sensed Kamikawa Mitsu was holding back, deliberately restraining his strength; otherwise, the gang members wouldn’t just lie moaning on the ground—they’d be dead.
This suspicion was quickly confirmed.
Within minutes, Kamikawa Mitsu had laid all the gang members low, then stepped toward Mori Jiro.
“What are you going to do?”
Mori Jiro, now awake and already beaten by Kamikawa Mitsu, sat on the ground, ignoring the mud and rain soaking his body, retreating in fear.
“You were just about to hit my sister with your left hand, weren’t you?”
Kamikawa Mitsu’s gaze flashed like lightning as he approached, holding an umbrella.
Throughout, not a single drop of rain touched him.
Mori Jiro trembled in terror, unable to answer.
“If you won’t answer, I’ll assume you intended to hit my sister with both hands.”
As Kamikawa Mitsu finished speaking, he stood before Mori Jiro.
Without hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked.
Mori Jiro screamed in panic, instinctively raising both arms to block.
“Ahh—”
A piercing scream tore through the sky, drowning out the rain.
Faced with Chiye nearly being violated and the man attempting to kill him with a switchblade, Kamikawa Mitsu showed no hesitation—he kicked, shattering both of Mori Jiro’s arms.
Blood soaked the surrounding ground.
Mixed with rain, the puddles turned crimson.
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