First Fight, First Win.

He was also an orphan raised by the underworld, even if he didn't specialise in combat, the raw strength he possessed was unbelievable.

This time, I faced an opponent that was completely different and opposite than me.

Normally, F class killers such as myself, carry out safe missions such as kidnapping, pickpocketting and some other stuff, while in the news I heard, that man started as an A rank hunter, just 2 ranks below the true specialists.

This is a secret I never told anyone, but my true rank is that of an SS, All of the S grade hunters were grouped up to kill me, but the hunter gets hunted.

That is the motive I walk through, There were 9 S ranks, but never once could they fatally injure me during my prime physique.

As they say, Quality over Quantity, no matter how skilled they were, they had tiny openings in their attacks, while I had perfected those, to survive in this cruel underworld.

So, let me focus on the matter infront of me.

He is an A class, his trait is raw strength and he's built like a tank.

What would be the most suitable fighting style for such a guy?

It would be MMA (mixed martial arts).

His aura certainly is pretty intriguing, A blonde haired man with a buzz cut and tattoos all over his body with black formal pants and a blue themed flowery sleeved shirt.

"Are you ready, 7 billion?"

"My name is Hyeong Shin, Drunkard."

"Whatever the hell it is, you're going to die!"

"Come at me!" I said, I didn't expect the man to come running at me with this many openings, this could be a trap... Or not?

Who knows, But I'm sure that I'm not going to be attacking those openings, just in case what he did was intentional.

"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORAAA!!" (Battlecry in Japanese, due to the man's origin being the Japanese Yakuza)

"That's really weird, My first battle is such a shame."

He slams right into my house, breaking it's walls down with a single push.

"Hey now, that cost me quite a handful of money you see, You're gonna pay for this, aren't you?" Said I, laughingly.

"Am I a laughingstock for you!?" That man changed his direction, and started ravaging the property once again."

"Are you dumb, or is that intentional?"

I lift up my left leg and launch it straight into the Japanese man's head.

"Did you like that? Bastard."

My attack did almost 0 to no damage on him, that is when I realised, his defense is as high as his strength.

"Shit, he HAS to have some weakness! Right!? Is what you're thinking, Shin Hyeong." Asked the man, as if he had read my mind.

While I hate to admit he's right, but he IS right, how the hell am I supposed to kill a man like that?

Wait! Guns exist!

I picked up the firearms dropped by those men from earlier, but all of them were empty, as if someone used it all.

"Shit, what do I even have to use now?"

"You're cornered, Syeong Hin"

"You pronounced my name wrong, Yakuza Retard!"

With the sweep of my right leg, he drops to once knee, now it was easy to just pierce his neck with my pen, but that would be no fun.

I lifted my body back up and used the same leg to jump, kick and land.

"You're pretty light on your feet. Kid."

"Call me grandpa, the way I impregnated your grandma." I behead with the Japanese Sword, typically called an Odachi.

That man carried around such a huge chunk of metal, while it does have destructive power, it's still hard to operate.

While I'm 185 centimetres myself, that man was way more than 2 metres, That blade really suited him, too bad he was my enemy.

"Hmm, It was pretty easy to kill him, I just kicked his crotch with my left leg and bent his knee with my right leg and he already got on his knees."

"Alright, I have to evacuate this place now, I can't live here anymore, Goodbye my old life as John."

I packed up my belongings, reloaded the guns, and some painkillers and began roaming in the streets.

"A trusted comrade from my time..? Wait, I have one! Let's go to him now."

I arrived at the place, infront of me, was a signboard, it stated "Honor Society."

After opening the gates to the building, inside was a bunch of trash, fruit peels, vegetable peels, plastic wrappers, the whole place was in a mess.

But that was just a distraction, the true building was underground.

"Hmm, it's supposed to be around here."

"Oh here it is." I press a button on the wall, an elevator appears from below the ground, I stand on it and go to the lowest floor.

"Let's go!"

I reach the lowest floor after a while, the building was of a comrade that helped me no matter what, a 67 year old old lady, my information breaker.

I reached the floor, and start walking forward, behind me, I felt a gun pointed towards me.

I lifted my hands high up in the air as I moved behind, and saw a woman around the same age as me.

"Who are you? Young man." Asked the woman.

"You're not old enough to call me a young man."

"I am."

"Huh? What happened to that almost-70 years old woman that lived around here?"

"Wait, how do you know me!?"

"Know you!? I know no young person."

"Your voice and accent sound pretty familiar..." Spoke both of us in rhythm.

"I'm John."

"I'm Anastasia."

"WAIT WAIT WAIT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN ANASTASIA, THATS MY INFORMATION BREAKER!"

"AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN JOHN!? HE WAS A CONTRACT KILLER, 70 YEARS OLD."

"By any chance, Did you get rejuvenated, Anastasia?"

"Yeah, Did you too? John."

"Yeah, It seems like all of us SS ranks were rejuvenated."

"What do you mean all?"

"Look around you, don't you recognise your team members?"

"They came to seek shelter here, the underworld seems to have been trying to kill all of them."

TO BE CONTINUED