A Brewing Storm

Wright Everheart stood at the peak of his final year in high school, a daunting but exhilarating time for any student. Standing at 6'1", his chiseled, toned body bore the marks of years of rigorous martial arts training. His skin was a warm, rich brown, contrasting with his jet-black hair and eyes that seemed to pierce through any façade. Wright was not only a top student but also a respected figure in his school, admired for his physical prowess

Wright and his younger sister, Wren, had moved to a better neighborhood in Japan after their parents died when they were young. They used their family's last savings to open a small, popular noodle shop bc where they lived above it. Wren, a sophomore in high school, shared her brother's determination and strong character. She was also a striking beauty, with large, expressive hazel eyes framed by long lashes, and her long, flowing hair that shimmered with a touch of auburn with a big chest and a kinda big butt. Her radiant smile and infectious laugh made her beloved by classmates . Together, they worked tirelessly to build a new life.

It was a normal day, the kind where senior year pressures were momentarily forgotten amidst the buzz of graduation excitement. But for Wright, it took a dark turn. Daiki, a notorious bully, had harbored a simmering resentment towards Wright. Daiki's fragile ego couldn't bear the respect Wright commanded, and today, that resentment boiled over into confrontation.

"Hey, Everheart!" Daiki's voice cut through the chatter of the schoolyard, drawing everyone's attention.

Wright turned, meeting Daiki's sneering face. He stood surrounded by his gang, a motley crew of troublemakers. They were a minor nuisance, nothing Wright couldn't handle.

"What do you want, Daiki?" Wright's voice was calm, unruffled by the tension.

Daiki stepping closer. "I'm sick of your attitude. All the time this is my school come to the rooftop" Wright Turing back to looking at the window

not caring. "I figured you would say that come of the girl from the sophomore area will give your sister a warm welcoming or so I should say" Daiki said, folding them a fight happend It was brutal but brief. Wright's never really had and training in fighting it just came natural. He deflected attacks, countered with bone-jarring strikes, and within moments, Daiki and his gang were on the ground, defeated and humiliated. Daiki clutched his nose, blood streaming down his face. Enraged and humiliated, he snarled at Wright before retreating, but not before making a call to his older brother, Riku, a member of a feared gang known as the C.S.But the battle was only the beginning.

Later that evening, Wright walked through the narrow streets of the neighborhood, carrying bags of groceries for the family restaurant. The noodle shop had quickly become a beloved local spot. As he approached the restaurant, something felt off. The usually inviting façade was marred by a sense of foreboding. Wright quickened his pace, the bags in his hands swinging heavily.

The main area of the restaurant was a wreck. Tables were overturned, dishes shattered, and the comforting aroma of fresh noodles was replaced by the acrid smell of destruction. His heart sank, but it was the voices that stilled his breath.

"Where's that bastard Wright?!" Daiki's voice, filled with rage and desperation, echoed through the ruined space.

Wright entered the scene, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him. Daiki stood in the center, flanked by his older brother, Riku. Behind them, several gang members loomed, the architects of the chaos.

One gangster stepped forward, smirking. "I got this, he's just a kid." He walked over to Wright, placing his hand on Wright's head and ruffling his hair. "Aww, you mad we made a mess of your little noodle shop?"

In an instant, Wright grabbed the gangster's hand, kicked his knee, making him kneel, and then kneed him in the head, knocking him unconscious. Wright held his head for a moment before letting it drop, then looked up at the rest with a bloodthirsty gaze. Angered, he took off his school black jacket, adorned with a dragon logo on the shoulder, loosened his red tie, and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the top of his chest. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, he blew out a breath and said, "I'm ready."

With a signal from Riku, the gang members charged. Wright got into a low stance and pushed off his foot, moving quickly. Already low, he grabbed a gangster, picked him up, and slammed him onto a round wooden table, breaking it. Behind him, another gangster swung a bat downward. Wright redirected it with an open hand and kicked the gangster in the stomach, sending him flying back. He then turned his attention to the rest.

The restaurant echoed with the sounds of battle, the clashing of bodies, and the grunts of exertion. Wright fought with a singular focus, each movement precise and deliberate. He wasn't just fighting for himself; he was fighting for his sister.

One by one, the gang members fell. Wright's hands were covered in blood, the background darkening as the red shone out. He grabbed one of the gangsters by his throat, his feet dangling as he choked him unconscious. The gangster's hands dropped to his sides. Wright looked at the brothers with a dagger-like gaze and said, "You're next."

Riku glared, tearing off his jacket. "You don't scare me, kid."

The battle was intense but not insurmountable for Wright. Though Riku was not highly ranked in the Crimson Serpents, he was a lowly leader of one of the many groups—a small fry in the grand scheme. Riku threw a hook, but Wright ducked, wrapped his hands under Riku and diagonally over his neck and interlocked his fingers, swept his leg, and slammed him down.

Barely conscious, Riku realized this wasn't a fight they could win. Being choked in the position that Wright had slammed him in, he tapped out and said, "We'll leave."

Wright released him both panting, watching as Riku and his defeated gang members stumbled out of the restaurant. As they left, Daiki threw one last hateful look at Wright. "This isn't over."

Wright watched them go, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away. The restaurant was in shambles, but his family was safe. He knelt to pick up the groceries, his hands steady despite the exhaustion setting in. He would rebuild, just as he had always done. For his family, for their dreams, and for the life they had built.