Over The Years part 4

"Stop this madness now." The man cried frightened, what a cruel person, he thought.

"I'm not stopping anything, now tell me why you tortured a boy to death." Mark continued with his question in incensed tone.

"I'm sorry, let me go please." The man pleaded as he heard the questions.

"Let you go? Why not?" Mark said in an angry tone as he severed the man's head.

"Arrgh!" Mark cried out loudly as he faced the ceiling. This was his first time killing someone and he even killed three on the same day.

Many steps could be heard as people came running into the basement.

"What is going on in here!?" Someone screamed as he saw the scene inside the basement.

Mark looked towards the five people who just got inside the room with awareness.

"Did you do this kid?" A muscular man yelled as he pulled a sword and swung at Mark.

Mark used Kenbunshoku Haki as he dodged the sword narrowly. The man was surprised for a second as he continued his attacks.

The man's sword came down on Mark fast, and Mark couldn't really dodge it on time as he was being pressured by the other guys in the room who also trying to kill him, so he didn't have another choice than to face the sword head on.

"My hand is gonna be severed!!!" Mark yelled inside his head in panic.

"Cling!!!"

A metallic sound could be heard.

A sword could be seen blocked by a completely pitch black hand.

"Busoshoku Haki??? All I did was wished for my hand not to get severed, did I fuse my will into my hand by accident!?" Mark thought joyfully.

"What, he blocked the sword with his bare hand?" The man screamed out in complete disbelief.

The other guys could be seen with their mouth dangling so low that you could fit an egg inside.

Mark took advantage of their shocked momentum as he jumped towards one of the men closest to him as he stabbed his knife into his neck, this wasn't a matter of right and wrong anymore but survival of the fittest.

It's either these men or Mark, of course, he chose himself as kept stabbing his knife into the necks of people attacking him.

The man with the sword kept on trying to kill Mark as he swung his sword with craziness, Mark was killing left and right, after taking care of the four guys, he turned his attention to the man with the sword.

"Your pretty ruthless, kid!" The man said panicky when he noticed all his comrades had been killed and his own attacks didn't have any impact what so ever.

Mark threw the knife towards the man as he ran straight at him with his hand covered in Busoshoku Haki.

"Stop this instant!." The man yelled frightened, Mark was actually holding his sword with his bare hand while choking him with his other, the man never thought he would die to a little kid. His body fell to the ground with his eyes wide open filled with hatefulness and regret.

A couple of minutes later the basement was in complete silence, Mark could be seen with blood all over his clothes and face full of madness.

This was an extremely harsh experience for a little boy. Mark walked up the stairs calmly, didn't turn around.

A little boy covered in blood from head to toe could be seen walking through the streets of the town.

"What happened to that boy?" A woman asked her husband who stood beside her in a quiet and hushed voice.

"Don't look at him, let's go." The husband said to his wife slowly as he tried to pull them in the opposite direction of the boy.

Mark arrived at the dojo with his clothes covered in blood, as he walked in he spotted Satyr jr, Alice and Opi sitting around a table and eating dinner.

"Mark!" Alice screamed as she ran over and jumped into Mark's embrace while crying.

"Everything's taking care of now," Mark said with his arms down his sides as Alice was hugging him.

The town was in complete disarray, someone actually dared to kill the mayors' wife's nephew. The guards could be seen checking every streets and corner.

They couldn't find anyone suspicious, so they decided to frame someone because they didn't want to lose face and the respect people had for them in the town.

A couple of hours later.

An old man with five children could be seen walking towards a dojo.

"Where were you old man?" Satyr jr said as he saw Jimmy and the others return

"Father took us out of town, he said it was dangerous." One of the boys replied in a nervous manner.

Jimmy's old eyes quickly scanned the dojo with his hawk-like eyes as he tried to register how many survived this ordeal.

"Magnu got killed." Satyr jr said with head down filled with depression, he hated that he didn't have strength enough to save him

"It's okay Satyr, the world is cruel!" Jimmy said as he padded his head while he had a disgruntled face. He actually thought they could save the kids, but he had underestimated the situation.

"Where is Mark?" Jimmy asked with a face full of self-blame.

"He is sleeping." Satyr jr said with his head lowered, Mark actually had to do this all alone, he hated himself for this. He promised himself that he would never let Mark do something like this alone again. He treated Mark as his big blood brother.

Jimmy walked over to Mark's bedroom, he saw Mark sleeping deeply and beside him, a little figure of a silver-haired girl lay beside him while holding his arm.

Jimmy looked deeply at Mark.

"He didn't awaken it?" He said as he walked out of the room silently while shaking his head.

Years past by as Mark and Satyr Jr dedicated their time to train Haki. One day Jimmy told them Alice was picked up by her parents and they left for a faraway place.