Chapter 33: He Came As A Prince On a White Horse

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A young man with short black hair and a handsome face stood at the doorway, knocking lightly as if he were visiting a friend rather than intruding on a tense situation. His movements were cautious, almost polite, as he tapped on the already open door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Everyone inside froze, completely caught off guard by the young man's odd entrance.

The previously aggressive Oga Masaru and his gang suddenly felt an eerie chill up their spines.

Seeing no one respond, the black-haired youth took a step inside the room.

The moment Natsuha saw his face—a face she had nearly given up hope of seeing—her despair vanished, replaced by a radiant smile that lit up her entire expression.

Her heart raced, her body trembled with excitement she couldn't contain. Her lips parted, and she called out, voice thick with emotion, "Yo-you finally came!"

Hikari glanced at the dumbfounded delinquents and then at Natsuha, her tear-streaked face still bearing traces of her earlier desperation. He smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm here."

He teased, "Didn't you invite me over tonight to help with homework? But this doesn't exactly look like a good environment for studying, does it?"

At the end of his remark, Hikari casually reached out and patted the shoulder of a blonde delinquent next to Oga Masaru, grinning. "Don't you agree?"

"Uh…" The delinquent stammered, not sure how to respond.

Suddenly, a fist came crashing toward his face at lightning speed.

BAM!

A thunderous sound echoed through the apartment. The delinquent was sent flying, his body slamming against the concrete wall with such force that a massive dent formed, cracks spiderwebbing outward as his body stuck to the wall like a painting.

Hikari retracted his fist slowly, then took a tissue from his pocket to wipe away the blood on his knuckles, his tone full of disdain. "So much blood… Disgusting. It dirtied my hands."

Once he finished wiping, he lifted his gaze to Oga Masaru and his two remaining lackeys.

In that instant, they felt as though a fierce predator—something between a lion and a tiger—had locked onto them. A chilling fear washed over them, causing their legs to tremble uncontrollably.

Despite the terrifying scene, Oga mustered up the courage he'd built up before coming here. He had pumped himself up in front of the mirror, chanting "I can do this!" and "I'll defeat Hikari Nakamura!" at least a hundred times.

And so, despite his quaking legs, Oga forced himself to look Hikari in the eye, albeit with a face that barely masked his fear.

Hikari grinned. "You know, I really hate it when people disrupt my study time. And now you've gone and turned my study session into… this. Not exactly considerate of you, right?"

With a stutter that betrayed his fear, Oga barked back, "Hi-Hikari! Don't… don't think you can scare me."

"I came here t-today… to get revenge!"

"And I b-brought a weapon with me!" Oga continued, holding an iron rod in his right hand and tapping it against his left palm in a threatening gesture.

Under normal circumstances, this move might have been intimidating, but his hands were shaking so violently that the attempt came off as pitiful—like an elderly man threatening to demonstrate a long-forgotten martial arts move.

Hikari couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head at Oga's ridiculous display.

Then, Hikari took a single step forward. Instantly, Oga and his two lackeys recoiled, each of them taking a step back.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Hikari vanished from their sight.

A split second later, he reappeared in front of the three, blocking the light like a looming shadow.

"Disturbing my study time? The three of you can each take a share of the blame."

With that, Hikari struck out, sending the two delinquents on either side of Oga flying backward.

Thud!

Thud!

They crashed into the wall, their bodies landing in a pile atop the first delinquent, stacking in a strange heap.

Oga's body trembled uncontrollably.

Even at this close range, he hadn't seen Hikari move a single inch. He could only think in shock, 'Is he even human? Just what kind of monster have I provoked?'

What Oga didn't know was that Hikari himself was silently musing, 'Why are my attacks today all getting the maximum power multiplier from my Bull-Slaying Aura? Are Oga and his gang just that lucky?'

As Hikari's gaze shifted back to him, a smirk playing on his lips, Oga knew he had no chance of escape.

Pushing down his terror, Oga raised his iron rod and swung it down, shouting, "I'll fight you with everything I've got!"

Smack!

The iron rod never reached its target. Hikari caught it mid-air, his grip like iron. With a simple flick of his wrist, he wrenched it from Oga's grasp.

As Oga looked on in horror, Hikari began to bend the rod, folding it effortlessly in half, then twisting it into a solid, unrecognizable mass.

"Fight me? With that strength?" Hikari sneered.

On that final word, Hikari slapped Oga across the face. Although he restrained his strength as much as possible, his Bull-Slaying Aura still triggered at a thousand percent multiplier, spinning Oga a full 180 degrees before he crashed to the ground, his face swollen and his mouth full of blood and broken teeth.

But Hikari wasn't finished.

He glanced at the twisted metal he had just discarded, shook his head, and picked up another iron rod that had been dropped by one of the fallen delinquents. He murmured to himself, "This one's much better for striking."

Hikari crouched beside Oga, then, with the rod raised, began striking down on his… delicate area.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of impact echoed, accompanied by Oga's shrill, inhuman screams as Hikari pounded away, striking him a merciless 81 times in under a minute.

"Ow!!!"

Listening to Oga's wails, watching as his body convulsed in agony, Hikari finally ceased his blows. Glancing down at Oga's now pulverized state, he smiled. "Oga, you managed to endure all eighty-one trials. I have to give you credit for that."

By now, Oga couldn't even form coherent words, only producing strangled sounds.

"Haaa… haaa… haaa…"

Hikari took one last look at Natsuha, who was staring at him, her eyes bright with a mix of shock and gratitude. He also glanced at Yuuta Yamano, who lay shivering on the floor.

Finally, his gaze settled on Oga, who was struggling to breathe through the pain, eyes wide with horror.

Hikari sighed, 'Killing people here, at Natsuha's place, doesn't feel right, especially not in front of her.'

Though Oga and his gang deserved punishment, Hikari had a strict code. It was against his principles to leave corpses in someone else's home.

Plus, there was another reason—this apartment's hallways had surveillance cameras. Too many people came in, and too few leaving would be… tricky explaining.

After some thought, Hikari waved to the delinquent who'd been stationed outside as a lookout.

The lookout hesitated before stepping inside, bruised and beaten from his earlier encounter with Hikari. Seeing the horrific state of his friends, he felt a strange sense of relief—he'd gotten off lightly.

Kneeling in front of Hikari, he spoke respectfully, "I… I'll do whatever you say."

Hikari smiled. "Take them and get out of here. They're an eyesore."

"But that one," he added, nudging Oga with his foot, "he's going to walk out on his own."

With that, Hikari gave Oga a swift kick, prompting him to stagger painfully to his feet, barely able to stand.

[T/N: Do you guys know

1. Umiyuri and Sayako(Not the exact names. I don't even know the names) from the countryside.]

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