บท 50: Chapter 42. A Puppy among Predator
The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow over the living room where Satria sat, fidgeting with his tie. His hands clumsily tried to get the knot right, but after the fifth failed attempt, he groaned in frustration.
From the other side of the room, Kiyohime walked over, her kimono flowing gracefully with every step. Her expression was soft, like that of a doting mother. "Danna-sama, let me help you with that."
Satria looked up, slightly embarrassed. "I don't know why these stupid ties exist."
Kiyohime chuckled and gently took the tie from his hands. "Now, now, patience, my dear. If you want to impress those investors, you need to look your best. They won't take you seriously if you look like a mess."
As she carefully adjusted the tie around his neck, she brushed a stray strand of his hair out of his face. "There. Perfect," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "You look very handsome, Danna-sama. Truly like a young gentleman."
At that moment, Valiana strolled in, already in her casual white dress, her smirk as mischievous as ever. "Oh my, look at this. Our little puppy is all grown up and ready to play with the big dogs, huh? Time really flies."
Satria frowned, puffing his cheeks in protest. "Oi, stop calling me 'puppy.'
Valiana leaned against the doorframe, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But you are my adorable puppy, aren't you? Should I bring a leash to keep you from wandering off?"
Before Satria could retort, Kiyohime clapped her hands lightly to get their attention. "Now, now, you two. Let's not forget the time. Danna-sama has an important meeting to attend."
Satria sighed, giving each of them a quick kiss on the cheek. "You two really know how to gang up on me, huh? Anyway, I'm off. Don't forget to call the school and say I'm sick today, okay?"
Valiana chuckled, waving him off. "Sure, sure, Mr. Businessman. Go wow those investors. Just don't trip over your tie!"
Satria smirked, playfully sticking out his tongue at her before grabbing his briefcase and heading out the door.
Kiyohime and Valiana watched him leave, their expressions softening.
"You know," Valiana began, her voice quieter now, "he really is something. It's hard to believe how much he's grown since we first met him."
Kiyohime nodded, her gaze lingering on the closed door. "Yes, but no matter how much he grows, he'll always be my beloved Danna-sama. I'll take care of him for as long as I live."
Valiana smiled, but her tone remained teasing. "Don't get too soft, Kiyohime. He's still our puppy, after all."
Kiyohime giggled. "Of course. Our adorable, hardworking puppy."
•
Satria's mind raced as he stood before the investors, carefully measuring every word. His plan was clear, and this moment would set the stage for his grand ambition. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Being in 2008, a year before the tech boom would truly begin to unfold, was a golden chance. With access to his knowledge of the future, he could shape the world of business, gaming, and technology in ways no one could foresee.
Satria, now Shidou Matsumi, arrives at the high-rise office of Takahashi Ventures, a high-level investment firm that has expressed interest in his innovative battery prototype. Three investors are present:
Mr. Takahashi: The firm's sharp but opportunistic CEO.
Ms. Suzuki: A cautious analyst who focuses on risk assessment.
Mr. Arata: A young, ambitious associate who sees potential in Satria vision.
"This is the S.T.R MicroCore—a battery that outperforms anything currently on the market. It's 35% more efficient, charges 50% faster, and uses widely available, cost-effective materials. Its applications range from consumer electronics to renewable energy storage and electric vehicles."
Takahashi Nods, stroking his chin. "Impressive. But innovation is one thing; scaling and production are another. Do you have a manufacturing plan?"
"Yes. I've already outlined partnerships with local suppliers to keep costs down, and the design is scalable. I just need funding to move beyond the prototype stage."
Ms. Suzuki holding up a hand. "And your patents? How secure are they? We can't invest in something vulnerable to legal challenges."
"Filed and approved. I've ensured the design and manufacturing process are protected internationally."
"You've thought of everything, Shidou-san. This is groundbreaking. I believe we're looking at the future of energy storage." Mr. Arata smiling at him.
"Look," Satria continued, his tone growing more confident, "the world is on the brink of massive change. Technology is advancing at a pace that no one can predict. In a few years, things like digital storefronts, online platforms, and energy-efficient transportation will be more than just luxuries—they'll be the backbone of our everyday lives."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the room. "And I have the key to make all of it happen ahead of time. Why wait for the future when we can shape it now?"
One of the senior investors, an older gentleman with sharp eyes, leaned forward. "You have a remarkable mind for someone so young. How old are you again? Sixteen?"
Satria nodded with a polite smile. "Yes, sir. Sixteen."
The room is filled with murmurs of admiration. Ms. Suzuki, a woman with a sharp business suit, asked eagerly, "Do you have any more ideas in that brilliant brain of yours?"
Satria's smirk widened slightly, the kind of confidence that could shake mountains. "Absolutely," he replied, his tone both humble and bold. "I have plenty more ideas. For example..." He paused for effect, watching as the room leaned in closer.
"Bullet trains—advanced designs with increased speed and energy efficiency. I also want to create a digital storefront and online platform for buying, playing, and discussing video games. It will be a space where creators and gamers can connect seamlessly."
The investors exchanged intrigued glances. One of them couldn't help but ask, "Are you saying you could redefine both transport and entertainment industries?"
Satria chuckled lightly. "Not just redefine. Revolutionize."
The room went silent for a moment before erupting in questions and applause. The investors realized they weren't just talking to a young genius—they were speaking to someone with the vision to reshape the future.
Satria could practically feel the opportunities expanding before him, as if the world was opening its arms wide.
"Imagine," he continued, "a platform but not just games. We create a space for everything: media, software, digital goods, and even community-driven content. A platform that will dominate the digital marketplace and set the stage for the future of entertainment."
He could see it now—the world of e-commerce and entertainment intersecting in ways that no one had anticipated. This wasn't just a pipe dream. With his knowledge of the future, Satria was well-equipped to execute these ideas years ahead of schedule.
"I can't promise you instant returns," he said, locking eyes with each investor, "but I can promise you that, by the time the world catches up to these ideas, you'll be sitting at the top."
The room was silent for a few moments as the weight of Satria's pitch hung in the air. Then, a murmur rippled through the investors as they exchanged glances, clearly intrigued.
"Digital storefronts? Energy-efficient transportation? A centralized platform for entertainment and commerce?" one investor said, leaning back in his chair thoughtfully. "You're talking about reshaping multiple industries at once."
The first investor nodded, his eyes narrowing. "It's ambitious. Revolutionary even. But it sounds risky. A lot of groundwork would need to be laid for something like this."
"Still," a third investor interjected, "if this succeeds, it would put us years ahead of the competition. The potential returns could be astronomical."
The first investor turned back to Satria. "You're just 16 years old. Yet you're presenting ideas that most tech companies haven't even begun to think about. Where does all this come from?"
Satria smiled confidently. "I've always had a knack for innovation and foresight. I may be young, but age doesn't limit ambition or vision. What I need are partners who can help me realize this potential."
The investors seemed impressed but cautious. "You mentioned bullet trains, digital storefronts, and energy storage. What exactly do you want us to invest in first?"
Satria paused for a moment, then replied with a grin, "Energy storage devices. With my designs, we can revolutionize the power industry, creating a foundation for everything else. Once the profits roll in, we'll move into digital storefronts and transportation."
The investors nodded, seemingly satisfied with his focus. "All right," one of them said. "What kind of deal are you offering us? What's your ask, and what's in it for us?"
Satria leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "I'm offering you an equity stake in the first phase—20% for an initial investment of ¥500 million. This will cover research, development, and production. Your returns will come from both licensing the technology and eventual sales. And as we move into other sectors, you'll have first priority for future investments."
There was a pause as the investors considered his proposal.
"20% is a lot," one investor remarked. "You're essentially giving us significant control over the company."
Satria nodded, his grin unwavering. "Because I know that with the right partners, this will succeed. I'm not looking for quick money—I'm looking for people who want to build a legacy. Together, we can change the future."
The room filled with murmurs of excitement. Investors leaned forward, jotting notes or whispering to one another.
But Mr. Takahashi's smile grew colder as he eyed the young prodigy. "Impressive, Shidou-kun," he said, his voice smooth. "But don't you think such a revolutionary project is a bit... ambitious for someone so young? Surely, you lack the experience to navigate the intricacies of this industry."
Satria met his gaze with a calm smile. "Ambition is the foundation of progress, Takahashi-san. Besides, that's why I'm here—to work with experienced partners who share the vision."
Takahashi's smile faltered for a second before he leaned back, chuckling. "Indeed. Let's see where this vision of yours takes us."
•
A week later, Satria was on his way home from another meeting when he noticed a pair of black sedans trailing his car. His instincts kicked in, and he quickly directed his driver to take an alternate route.
But halfway through a secluded industrial district, the sedans overtook his vehicle and blocked the road. Men in suits, their tattoos peeking out from under their collars, stepped out. Yakuza.
Satria calmly stepped out of his car, already guessing who was behind this. "Can I help you gentlemen?"
One of the men sneered, revealing a scar across his cheek. "The boss has a message for you. Hand over the plans for your little project, kid. We'll give you a nice payout and let you walk away. Otherwise..."
The leader cracked his knuckles, and the men stepped closer, clearly trying to intimidate him.
Satria raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Let me guess. Takahashi-san didn't want to pay a fair share, so he thought he'd just take it?"
The leader smirked. "Smart kid. Too bad smarts won't save you."
Satria crossed his arms, his expression cool. "Do you know why a child like me doesn't fear someone like you?"
The Yakuza hesitated, thrown off by his calm demeanor.
Satria stepped forward, his tone icy. "Because... I am the danger itself."
Suddenly, a blue glow surrounded him. The leader's smirk vanished as Satria's Speed Force activated. In the blink of an eye, the Yakuza's weapons were stripped from their hands, their cars were disassembled, and their suits were left shredded—all before they even realized what had happened.
The leader staggered, looking around in disbelief. "W-What the hell?! What are you?!"
Satria leaned in, his face cold. "Those who know me well call me..."
The men scrambled, retreating as fast as they could.
•
The next day, Satria walked into Takahashi's office unannounced. The older man looked up, startled, but quickly composed himself. "Shidou-kun! What brings you here?"
Satria dropped a folder on the desk. Inside were photos of the Yakuza he had incapacitated, along with evidence linking them to Takahashi.
"You made a mistake, Takahashi-san," Satria said, his voice low and firm. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice your attempts to sabotage me?"
Takahashi's confident mask cracked, sweat beading on his forehead. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
Satria smirked, leaning closer. "You have two options. First, you walk away from this project and disappear from my sight. Or second..."
He opened his hand, and a small surge of energy sparked between his fingers. "I make sure your little 'business partners' find out you failed them. And trust me, they won't be as forgiving as I am."
Takahashi paled, his hands trembling. "Fine. I'm out. You'll never hear from me again."
Satria straightened, brushing invisible dust off his jacket. "Good choice."
As he left the office, Fatalis chuckled in his mind. "Not bad, my boy. You're learning the game."
Satria smiled faintly. "In this world, you either play smart or get played. And I don't lose. Next are the cowards who hide in the shadows."
•
The Yakuza hideout was a fortress of shadows tucked into the heart of the industrial district, but Satria approached it with no hesitation. Clad in the fearsome black armor of Kamen Rider Calamity, the menacing dragon-themed helmet glinted under the moonlight, and his crimson eyes burned with fury.
As he stepped through the steel gates, Yakuza guards immediately drew their weapons.
"Who the hell are you?!" one of them shouted.
Satria chuckled darkly, his voice distorted and dripping with menace. "I AM YOUR NIGHTMARE, I AM THE NIGHT, I AM THE BLACK FLASH!"
The guards opened fire, bullets flying toward him. Satria activated Speed Force, his movements a blur. The bullets seemed to float in the air as he weaved through them effortlessly. With precise calculations, he grabbed the bullets mid-air and flung them back at his attackers.
"Didn't anyone teach you not to play with guns?" Satria taunted as the guards fell one by one, groaning in pain.
He switched tactics, dropping into Silat stances, his hands and legs striking with fluid, lethal precision. One Yakuza charged at him with a katana, but Satria sidestepped, grabbed the blade mid-swing, and disarmed him with a twisting joint lock.
"Your moves are predictable," Satria muttered before delivering a devastating spinning kick that sent the man flying into a wall.
Another wave of thugs stormed in, but Satria activated his powers, launching a fist of fire that raged across the room, smashing tables and scattering enemies like leaves in a storm.
Eventually, the Yakuza leader appeared—a bulky man with a sharp dog-like features. His aura was otherworldly, and Satria immediately recognized him as a Yokai.
"You dare attack us?" the leader growled, his teeth extending. "Do you understand the kind of enemies you're making?"
Satria tilted his head, his voice dripping with mockery. "Enemies? You think I care? Maybe in the past, I'd be cautious. But now? You're nothing but cannon fodder to me."
The leader lunged at him with supernatural speed, but Satria anticipated the move, vanishing in a burst of Speed Force. Appearing behind the yokai, Satria struck with a devastating palm strike, sending the leader crashing into his desk.
"You think you're tough? I've faced demons worse than you," Satria said coldly, his silhouette glowing with Speed Force energy. "You're just trash in front of me."
The boss coughed, blood dripping from his lips. "You'll regret this... You can't stop us all!"
Satria smirked. "Wanna bet?" He grabbed the boss by the collar and threw him to the floor.
The surviving Yakuza scrambled to their knees, trembling. Satria loomed over them like a specter of death.
"Now," he said, his voice calm but chilling, "bring me all your money and lead me to your other hideouts. Or..." He let the implication hang in the air, crackling with menace.
The Yakuza leader was on his knees, trembling, his dog-like features drenched in sweat. His voice was desperate as he pleaded, "Please, spare us! Without the Yamaguchi-gumi, public order would worsen! We keep the balance in Japan's underworld!"
Satria snorted, unimpressed. "Balance? You call extortion, drugs, and blackmail balance? You're not keeping order—you're parasites feeding off people's suffering."
The leader gulped, realizing Satria wasn't buying his excuse. "L-Look... We don't have much left, only the 580 million yen I've shown you!"
Soon, the room was filled with piles of cash. Satria sat in the boss's chair, counting it leisurely while the Yakuza groveled before him.
Satria's crimson eyes glowed menacingly through his Kamen Rider Calamity helmet. "580 million yen?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
The leader flinched, his entire body trembling.
"You're the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi," Satria continued, his tone sharp as a blade. "Your net worth is at least 50 to 80 billion yen. Do you seriously expect me to believe that this is all you've got?"
The boss's composure cracked further. "Y-You're insane! If you take all our money, we can't operate! We'll become homeless! That would only create more crime in Japan!"
Satria tilted his head mockingly, his helmet reflecting the dim light ominously. "Oh, so now you're worried about public order? What a noble guy."
The sarcasm in his voice was sharper than any blade, and the leader's face turned pale.
Satria straightened, crossing his arms. "Listen, you little doggy. I don't care about your sob stories. You've been leeching off innocent people for decades. Now it's time for payback."
He pointed to the trembling lackeys behind the boss. "Bring me the rest of the money. All of it. No tricks, no excuses. Or..." He summoned a glowing black dragon from his Kamen Rider Calamity form, its terrifying growl filling the room.
"Or I'll burn your empire to the ground," Satria said coldly, his crimson eyes locking onto the leader. "Starting with you."
The boss collapsed further into his dogeza, shaking like a leaf. "O-Okay! Okay! I'll give you the rest! Just please, spare us!"
A few minutes later, bags filled with cash and documents were laid out before Satria. He inspected them carefully, counting with a smirk as the once-proud leader groveled at his feet.
"This is more like it," Satria muttered, tossing a bag over his shoulder.
The leader dared to raise his head, his voice shaky. "What... What will you do with all that money?"
Satria looked down at him, his expression unreadable behind the helmet. "Invest in the world's future. Unlike you, I'm going to use this money to actually help people. Maybe I'll even build homes for the people you made homeless."
The boss swallowed hard. "You're crazy..."
Satria smirked darkly. "Crazy? HAHAHA!!! Maybe. But here's the thing..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "If I ever hear about you crawling back into the shadows, I'll come back. And next time, I won't be this kind."
With that, Satria turned, his dark figure disappearing into the night, leaving the Yakuza to tremble in fear of the "Boogeymen of the Underworld."
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As Satria sped away with his Speed Force, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "50 billion yen, huh? That'll fund a lot of 'projects.' Maybe I'll start with a proper cleanup of Japan."
Fatalis sighed in his mind. "You're enjoying this way too much."
Satria grinned. "Oh, absolutely. But hey, if they didn't want their money stolen, maybe they shouldn't have pissed off the Black Flash."
•
The Yakuza boss sat trembling in his dimly lit office, clutching the phone with shaky hands as he reported the disaster to his superior. His voice was a mix of fear and frustration.
"Boss, we've got a problem. A big one. There's a maniac running wild here in Japan, calling himself... the Black Flash!"
The voice on the other end of the line was calm but carried an unmistakable edge of authority. "The Black Flash? Who the hell is that?"
The boss wiped the sweat off his forehead, his hand still trembling. "Not just a vigilante! He's something else entirely. He tore through our men like they were nothing—dodging all our attacks, moving faster than the eye can see, and..." He hesitated, his voice dropping to a whisper. "He has powers, boss. Unnatural powers. It's like he does not belong to this world."
A deep sigh came through the receiver. "And you let this freak take billions of yen from us? Do you have any idea what this means?!"
"I had no choice!" the boss exclaimed, almost in tears. "He would've killed us all. You didn't see him! That bastard summoned a dragon out of nowhere and called himself a Black Flash. It wasn't a fight—it was a massacre!"
The line went silent for a moment before the leader finally spoke, his voice cold and calculating. "Is this bastard looking for a war with Shinto Pantheon? Does he want to die?!"
The boss stammered. "I don't know what he wants! But if we don't do something, he'll come back. He said he'd burn everything if we stepped out of line again."
The leader's tone darkened. "No one threatens us and lives to tell about it. If he wants a war, we'll give him one. Put the word out. I want every faction in the city looking for this 'Black Flash.' We'll find him, and when we do..." His voice turned into a low growl. "We'll make him regret ever crossing us."
The boss gulped, nodding even though his superior couldn't see him. "Understood, boss. But... if I may..."
"What?"
The boss hesitated before whispering, "Be careful. This guy isn't like anything we've ever faced. He's... a monster."
The leader grinned on the other end of the line. "HAHAHA! What a monster, before God."
To be continued.
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