Kirihirakimasu

I slowly walk in dark Alley ways, avoiding the road. After the stunt, I just pulled. It's for the best. I decided to get on my phone and look for super weapons for sale.

Super weapons are weapons designed to peirce the skin of the super durable superhumans. There are some assault weapons that are super weapons, but that's extremely rare. It's unknown to the public how these weapons are made.

Most super weapons are swords, whips, bats, or anything else that's super effective close range, that's not an assault weapon.

The reason why I'm looking for a super weapon, preferably a katana, is because I realized that you can not rely on your abilities. When Pistol couldn't shoot condensed air because of exhaustion, when I couldn't use my break ability because I wasn't allowed to destroy the laboratory, and when I got stabbed from the bodyguard. Those are the reasons why a weapon is necessary, and it'll be even more effective than not having a weapon, I suppose.

I lay my back against a wall, looking at my phone. I scrolled around for minutes until I finally found the one. Kirihirakimasu is the name of this katana. It means to cut open. I'd assume the name refers to cutting a superhuman open, but I don't mind that name.

Looking at the katana, it's brand new. I click on the link next to the picture of the katana. A video pops up, showing a man slice through a watermelon, table, pure metal, and even a diamond. All of these things were sliced through easily.

The video then cuts to a man sitting on a chair, tied up to said chair. There's a person standing over him with a mask on. I see the person with the mask slowly slide Kirihirakimasu past the man's neck. The person with the mask then turns the blade. Where the sharp side is now facing towards the man's neck.

The person with the mask suddenly slashes, the man's neck. Blood starts spurting out of the man's neck. He wiggles and screams in agony, but the man's screams are probably never heard because he has duct tape, taped on his mouth.

A minute passes, and the man stops moving. The person with the mask walks towards the camera, holding up to the camera a pro talent card.

Pro talent card for:

Walt Xavier.

Strength: ○ ○ ○ ● ● ● ● ●

Speed: ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ● ● ●

Durability: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

Endurance: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ●

Ability: ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ● ● ●

Control: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ● ●

Iq: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ●

Tactical thinking: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ● ●

Pro talent level: A.

The video then goes static and then completely shuts off.

I take a moment, watching my phone with a stunned silence. I have seen and even been through torture, yet for some reason, I'm still not used to it.

I look at the persons phone number and text them, saying.

"I would like to make a deal for Kirihirakimasu,"

I wait for about five minutes, and he finally responds, saying.

"Yes. I would like one million in cash. I can meet at any time."

I answer this person back, saying. "Okay. Today at 5:00 o'clock. We will be meeting at the SP laboratory in Missouri."

He simply texts back with a thumbs-up emoji.

I look at the time and see I have only an hour to get one million dollars. When I pulled in, I noticed a small bank. That's my only option.

I sneak through the dark Alley ways, making my way towards the bank. When I reached, said bank, I slowly walked in.

People immediately scream. I look around quickly, noticing seven civilians, four workers, and two bodyguards.

I know they are bodyguards by the suit they are wearing. They wear a blue button shirt. On the top right of the shirt, it has a symbol. The symbol is a huge arm showing off its muscles.

I know that symbol because I used to work as a bodyguard.

I snap back on to the situation at hand. I watch civilians take cover behind the workers' desks, the workers doing the same thing.

The two bodyguards stand up, both side by side. They stand directly across from me.

"You're from that video." The bodyguard on the left says. I notice that he is skinny, but strength radiates from him.

"Akuji is his name. He is the leader of Perfect World. He is the one who killed Pistol." The bodyguard on the right says. I notice he has a lot more muscle than the other one. Strength also radiates through him.

"We will have to be careful with this one if he managed to kill a high A Talent by himself." Says the bodyguard on the left.

"Right." Says the bodyguard on the right.

The bodyguard on the right suddenly shifts into a Satyr. His feet turn into hooves, fur leading up to his knees. His arms stay normal, but his head grows a pair of horns. They make a loop in the middle, and at the end, it is deadly sharp.

The bodyguard on the left suddenly shifts his arms into deadly sharp spears. These spears are about 9 feet long.

They both dash towards me. Quickly, I smash my hand onto the ground, causing a lot of shaking. The skinny bodyguard loses his balance, but the Satyr kept running.

Reaching me, he tries to kick me, but I quickly dodge. Counter attacking with my own kick. When my foot makes contact with his face, he is sent flying, hitting the wall behind him. He falls to the ground.

I look at the skinny bodyguard to see that he has just gathered his balance. He attacks me with his right arm (spear). I dodged easily. He then, to my surprise, swipes back down towards me. I react quickly and jump backward. The spear cuts my arm.

I hold my arm. Blood runs from in between my fingers. I look at my bloodied hand and take an even closer look at the wound that has yet to recover from my fight with Pistol.

It enrages me that such people who blindly follow a worthless and painful system can actually hurt me. They are convinced that they are doing what they want to do, but in reality, they are just following the commands of others. How can such people hurt someone like me? How can they hurt someone who is beating the system? Someone who is no longer a part of the system?

This is unacceptable.

Inside the mask, my eye turns dark. Enraged with a fire that could never be burned out.

The Satyr kicks me in the stomach. This kick sends me flying out a window. I stop myself from rolling, but when I look up, I see the skinny bodyguard in the air above me. He's pointing his spear towards me. I grab the spear and break it before he even hits the ground.

Somehow, his spear blocked my ability from reaching his body, but it'll do for now.

"How the fuck did you do that?" The skinny bodyguard asks.

I immediately assume he caint instantly grow them back because he would have done so already. This means that for now, he is left with just no right hand or spear in this case.

The Satyr jumps out the window and runs around the skinny guard, running straight for me. He tries to do a spin kick, but I catch his leg before it hits me in my face. Splat. Blood explodes everywhere. It gets all over my cloak and mask.

I look over to see his buddy completely covered in the Satyrs blood.

"You'll pay for that!" He screams.

"Try me." I say, in a cold, dark voice.

He dashes to me, thrusting his spear at me. I smack the spear with my backhand, changing the trajectory of the spear. Now it's aiming for the ground.

I dash towards him while he's currently defenseless. I grab his face with my palm. Splat. more blood covers the road and me.

Slowly, I walk into the bank. Blood drips on the floor, both mine and the bodyguards.

I walk up to one of the desks, placing my hand on it. The desk instantly breaks, revealing a worker hiding underneath it.

"Take me to the vault." I demand

"But-but you wouldn't be able to open it anyways. There's no point in all this bloodshed." The worker says, shaking like crazy.

"You let me decide that."

"Okay... Okay"

He gets up. Leading me down a flight of stairs. He shakily grabs a pair of keys from his pocket. He tries to unlock a door but keeps missing the keyhole because of his intense shaking. Eventually, I grab the keys and do it myself. When I open the door, I see a huge vault. Walking up to it, I touch the metal vault with my palm.

"You're all mine."