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Class G Battle Suit Fighter

A child from the lowest class of society, a simple G-class boy, will impose himself with his fists in a cruel world. He will advance from the sewers and sewers to the top and fame, from class to class, only with his perseverance, his rage, and his ability to survive. But getting out of the gutter is not easy, nor will the elites allow him to advance easily. Will his fists be able to impose himself on his cruel destiny?

Albinus_istamar · sport
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Halfway down the dark corridor was Mouse, his back against the wall, he had left his crutches on the floor before positioning himself. The tunnel was no more than a metre and a half wide, enough to be able to pounce on anyone if he acted quickly.

He didn't think he would have many problems with the first one to enter, chaos could come with the second one, it was important to act quickly and efficiently. The first one to enter the tunnel while laughing at how they had taken the food from Mouse and how well they would be in the following months was the boy called Sleepy.

From his position he could see them enter perfectly, but they couldn't see him no matter how accustomed their eyes were to the darkness and the gloom. Mouse unconsciously held his breath, although with how calm the other two were, it was most likely that they couldn't hear him.