The masked men surrounded Kiryu, reaching out to grab him.
"I advise you to be gentle..." Kiryu glanced at their hands and continued, "before you accidentally break your hands, after all I used to do the same thing—"
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The rain had stopped at some point.
In Academy City, the weather was truly unpredictable.
One moment it could be raining, and the next, the sun would be shining brightly.
Kiryu nonchalantly put away his umbrella.
"Brat! Stop talking!"
"Come here!"
The masked men were infuriated by Kiryu's disregard for them, each reaching out to grab him, ignoring his warnings.
People who do bad things often lack self-awareness.
They tend to judge everything based on their immediate perceptions. As a result, they inevitably pay the price.
Kiryu's fingers moved faster than they could react, striking one masked man squarely on the forehead, sending him flying. His skull shattered, blood splattered, and he lost consciousness before he could even scream. Whether he would survive was unknown.
The flying body crashed into the car's hood.
With a bang, the hood caved in, emitting a sizzling sound and starting to smoke.
The car was undoubtedly totaled.
"Oh dear, sorry about that, it seems I hit a bit too hard," Kiryu looked apologetically at the other masked men, who had stopped in their tracks after their companion fell.
Kiryu wasn't mocking either, though it sounded like he was.
In the past, when practicing the Nanaya assassination arts, his opponents were either wild animals (beasts) or enemies invading Nanaya Village who could somewhat put up a fight, and those fights were to the death. So, he instinctively used the same methods against these ordinary people.
But even then, Kiryu had held back.
He only used basic martial arts since the essence of the Nanaya assassination arts was far more lethal.
"An esper? Damn it!!" The masked men, suppressing their fear, drew their guns and pointed at Kiryu.
In their understanding, no ordinary boy could possess such terrifying strength, thus they concluded that he must be an esper.
Though they didn't know his level, as long as he wasn't a Level 4, they believed they could fight him with guns.
"Guns, huh..." The boy's voice was filled with curiosity.
In an instant, the masked men's Worldview changed.
Kiryu silently appeared among them, examining a gun in his hand. One masked man's hand was empty, he didn't even know when his gun had been taken, and an overwhelming fear gripped him.
To Kiryu, guns were something he had never encountered in his past life, and this was his first time encountering them in this life.
Men naturally have a fascination with guns.
Whether useful or not, the cold metal felt fantastic to touch.
"Die!" One masked man quickly reacted, firing at Kiryu's head at close range.
*Bang!*
The yellow bullet reached Kiryu's temple in the blink of an eye, then stopped.
Kiryu's two fingers had caught the bullet, preventing it from moving any further.
The impact didn't leave a scratch on Kiryu's fingers.
This demonstrated the incredible strength and resilience of Kiryu's body.
"Clearly, I'm faster than a bullet," Kiryu smiled.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
With unseen speed, the remaining masked men were all struck on the forehead simultaneously.
Like the first, their skulls shattered as they fell.
"Tsk, tsk! Was that really necessary?" Kiryu shook his head, looking at the pitiful masked men.
"But you should thank me for sparing your hands..." After years of training, if he could not instantly defeat these small fry, he might as well go home and farm.
Kiryu then crushed the gun in his hand.
Yes, literally crushed it, turning the entire gun into scrap metal.
After playing with it for a moment, Kiryu lost interest in the gun. After all, it was just a toy for ordinary people.
He walked to the wrecked car and opened the back door.
Inside, the little girl sat there.
Contrary to Kiryu's expectations, the girl showed no fear, sitting obediently with a calm expression.
"Are you okay?"
Kiryu waved his hand in front of the girl's eyes.
"Did Onii-san defeat them all?" The girl's clear voice sounded mature for her age.
"Of course!" Kiryu cleared his throat, "Little sister... um, Onii-san needs your help with something."
The girl, Enshuu, looked up at Kiryu, then handed him a 'good person' card. "Onii-san, you're a good person." She said.
Kiryu: "..."
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