The reality of violence

It was a beautiful day in the city of Musutafu, the sun was shining his brilliance at the world on the morning of a new day. The summer break just began and the students all over the country were enjoying their comfortable beds, enjoying the lack of responsibility that a break gave them.

Sekizan however was up early in the morning, the grind didn't stop for him. He was in the meditation room together with his father. They both meditated first in the morning to get their minds in the right place for the rest of the day. His father was trying the last couple of days to master his body, but the progression was slow. The grind however didn't stop.

Sekizan was meditating about his own mortality, he did it every day. A warrior had to ruminate on his mortality every day, imagining his body being torn apart by swords; getting pierced by arrows; to imagine himself as dead. To live with the realization that death was always trying to claim you, gave him the mental fortitude to contend with the vicissitudes of life.

Sekizan opened his eyes and looked at his father, who was deep in a trance, in the process to control his body. His lips lifted a bit in a smile, seeing his father working gave him joy.

He got up and entered his house, going to the kitchen he got a protein shake with the supplements he needed for his training today. Se got in front of the TV turning it on to see the news while drinking.

The tv showed various news. From the simple hero type of news to the villains who robbed the bank yesterday. It showed as well the operation that the police, together with a group of heroes put together, cracking down on a human trafficking group that focussed on trafficking children.

Watching this Sekizan remembered his vigilante days. He remembers that he targeted a group similar to this before.

' What a group of bastards these people are.' Sekizan thought remembering his experience.

___( flashback)___

Sekizan was maneuvering through buildings late at night. He heard earlier in his morning run that a group of criminals was arriving today at the docks, carrying cargo from the middle east and Asia. He easily could guess that this cargo they were talking about was people. Normally there are two types of activities that criminals do when they say the word cargo.

They are trafficking drugs or they are trafficking people. Weapons are not too popular of a market in Japan. He could ascertain that this cargo was one of these two things.

Sekizan decided that morning to come and bust this operation. He needed some training anyway. So the now 12 years old ginger maneuvers silently to the Port, looking for suspicious activities.

Sekizan today decided to practice his assassination skills and his abilities to conduct an attack without being noticed. So when he found a group of people at the harbor with machine guns and various appearances indicating a mutation quirk he stopped to gather more information.

Two thugs were directly below him as he perched himself on the roof of a warehouse. He chose these two because he could see that they were talking to each other.

" And man I can't make this up, the dude could vibrate his body! The girl passed out with the amount of stimulation he gave her! It was fucking wild. You got to come with us man, it's fun!" The criminal said to his partner, he was stocky and short, he only was holding a pistol and with a glance, you could see he relied on his quirk to fight, the gun was just a symbol.

" Common dude, you guys are always in these types of places with the merchandise we get. I don't like it, man, I just work in this for the money, it's not my place to talk about how you use the cargo, but I believe that karma will get to you eventually." The other criminal said. He had a more normal appearance, you could see that he didn't have a combat quirk, he had an AR in his hand.

" You are so boring, dude. Who cares about what we do with them? The boss give us the ones that got hurt in the trip and would not sell by much. You are just too prude." The stocky one said. Judging his partner by his choices.

Sekizan hearing the conversation could confirm that the cargo was indeed people. It was likely that they were women being trafficked as sex slaves or something similar. He knew that this was a popular market in the underworld.

Gathering all the information he needed he jumped from the roof, landing close to the shorter criminal, waiting for him to pass close to his position. As he waited they continued to talk.

" No dude, you don't understand, treating people like that will surely do something to your mind. I never was much of a sane person, to begin with, so I try to not involve myself in actions that will surely make my mind more broken than it already is." The taller criminal tried to explain as they were passing a corner.

He didn't hear his friend talking back but decided to continue.

" I hope that after a couple more jobs I can save enough money to live an easy life in another country away from all this craziness." He said. He didn't like to live in a world where violence and death were at every corner after all.

He turned his back to look at his partner who was suddenly quiet just to get someone to latch onto his back like a snake. Putting him in a choke. His arms were stuck by the legs of his assailant and his mouth was closed by a hand.

" Bad luck to you," Sekizan whispered in his ears as he squeeze the life out of him.

He waited for the duo to pass the corner he was hidden in and attacked the shorter one first. Restricting his arms and piercing his trachea while covering his mouth.

For the second one, he decided to just choke him out. Not necessarily killing him, seeing that he was in just for the money he decided to just cripple him and send him to jail. So after choking him out he broke his knees and left him close to the body of his partner.

He maneuvered in the harbor taking out the criminals using his claws as a weapon to deliver quick lethal attacks on people with normal bodies.

One guy had a skin he clearly could differentiate from the others. His skin had a bone-like texture, so he restrained him and with his middle finger, he pierced his ear canal, using one of the weak spots that he could see on him.

He couldn't differentiate the more innocent people from the mob of criminals. He decided to spare the guy earlier because he could see his mentality based on his words. The rest of the people had no such luck, but this was just the reality of violence, luck plays an important role in such situations.

Getting close to the container that the cargo was supposedly in Sekizan could now see the chief of this operation. He was wearing different clothes from the rest, he sported a suit and was talking to a grunt who he could see was responsible for driving the boat with the cargo.

" You did a good job in this batch, these are popular here in the Japanese market. If you continue to like these I will sure continue doing business with you." The boss said, saying good words to the driver. Sweet words were free after all.

" Yeah, the Asian countries and the middle east have a good market to buy these types of cargo. My employer assures me that the quality is high." The other one said. Assuring the quality of the merchandise.

That opened the container, allowing Sekizan to see the people who were treated as items by the two criminals. They were mostly women and children. Some men were tied at the corner of the container as well, segregating them from the rest.

Sekizan saw the people on the cargo, the children were mostly from problematic countries, the ones in the middle east and central Asia. Their faces showed a blank look, totally absent of any hope.

Seeing this Sekizan decided to end this farce, he jumped behind the two scum who was still talking about the ' merchandise '.

Landing quietly behind the two he pierces their backs, grabbing their hearts and ripping out of their bodies.

With two beating hearts on his hands and the now two desperate criminals who were looking at him like he was a demon, Sekizan threw the organs like they were trash and spat at the body of the two.

" Trash." He said while cleaning his hands with a cloth.

He looked at the faces of the people who now looked at him with the same hollow eyes from before. He knew that life was filled with violence and injustice but seeing a situation like this showed him.

'That is the reality of violence.' He thought. Taking the phone of the criminal he killed earlier and using his fingerprint to unlock he called the police.

" Send someone to the harbor, a group of traffickers was just taken down." He said with a distorted voice, he could control his vocal cords to change his tone.

Sekizan hid in a building waiting for the police to arrive. Still ruminating about the situation.

___( flashback end)___

Sekizan watched the news remembering his experience.

*Sigh*

' I can't control how the world works. Let's just focus on how I react to the reality of our world.' He thought finishing his shake. Preparing for his run.

The training camp was approaching and he was curious to see how the UA will train them in it.

(An: tried to change the pace a bit with a story that I got while walking back home from work. A 5+km of walk to clear my mind sure gave me some inspiration.

I slept well and took a good rest yesterday. Sadly, I interrupted my unbroken streak of chapters. But let's continue the grind, let's see how much I can do this time.

Leave me stones, let's keep this fic on the weekly ranking. And continue to give me your opinions on things.)