Chapter 4: Bloody Face!

Madara and the five children were now fully circled by the crooked smile guy members, on their face the crooked and scary smile for the children while some were just there to just prove their dominance.

"You sure! From what I saw he was the one who placed his foot in front." Madara tried to reason it's not like he was scared, on the contrary being scared wasn't even in his mind when the group circled him.

The children were scared, those children just got out of something pretty terrible and now they can't even take a moment to rest.

"What the fuck are you saying!? You were the one who broke his bone when he was just sitting there. Everyone in here saw it," he then looked at everyone saying something with his eyes and then spoke again, "hey you… didn't you see it?" He looked at the table with one man sitting idle, not wanting any trouble with this group he just said what the person wanted to hear.

"Yes! It's his fault." said the idle man and then continued his idle time while looking in that direction wanting to know how much they would beat the black haired man.

"Did I ask for confirmation from someone?" Madara asked as he looked directly at the big muscle man.

"Still talking back? huh! Well if you give us everything you have and those demi human childs, we will graciously overlook this matter." Said the burly man while eyeing the children.

"Yes.. yes! you are right! Give us everything you have and we will let you go!" Said one another man who was in the encirclement.

"Yess! I heard that demi-human goes for a higher price in the slave market and if they are girls and young too… then it is just even better." Said another man in the encirclement with his creepy eyes looking at the children.

The talk was going from the man to children and then talking about selling them. Children who were scared were now clinging to Madara's leg.

"Do you understand the situation you are in, boy?" Of course from other's perspective madara was nothing but a 19-20 year old boy and with his body being slim even though clad in samurai like crimson armor even with this he wasn't looking that much intimidating or even strong if anything he was looking weak.

The muscle man placed his hand on Madara's shoulder and began to make his grip harder, but no matter how much strength he put Madara's expression didn't change from his usual expression which was that of being getting annoyed.

The muscle man now was being somewhat humiliated as the Madara was ignoring him and not even caring for what he said.

But before he could punch him from his other hand a sudden pain registered in his mind and then his body, it being a little late because even the muscle man didn't notice that the hand that was on Madara's shoulder was now facing the completely opposite side from his usual angle.

After seeing this his body was hit with pain so sudden and unimaginable for him that nothing but shreek of crying were escaping from his vocal cords.

"Ahhhh… my.. my… my… hand… ahhhh" as explained before nothing but cry and pain.

Noticing this all the people encircling Madara from all sides jumped at him after being backed away for a second, but instantly after that one by one every man was falling down on the floor as blood escaped from their mouth or sometimes teeth got broken.

All 6-7 people that were in a group were now on the floor with their teeth broken and fully knocked down.

The only one who was conscious and was in front of madara was the muscle man but that muscle man was now being fully scared, he had never seen someone with this type of weak body taking out seven men in just a few seconds and that too so fast.

There are only Few Of that can do what Madara did, a magician with their magic but that too who is proficient in their magic to a high level.

And some others like heroes. Or like high level adventurers.

The Muscular man stumbled backwards and fell on his butt.

"In exactly what situation I am?" Madara said as he stepped forward and lifted the muscle man with only one hand from his throat, the muscle man unable to answer but only gasping for breath.

Madara didn't even wait for an answer not like he can answer while gasping for breath, Madara punched his face so hard that his teeth gets broken from his mouth and the Madara punched again now his nose being broken.

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And just like this the muscular man had no face now that was visible other than being a bloody face, no teeth other than one or two in the back and nose fully broken and eyes so swollen that his eyes were not even opening but he was not dead but was barely alive.

No one came to help those who were in the Inn, not even the Innkeeper daring to intervene, but a girl with strange attire stepped forward as she began to treat the muscle man with healing magic.

And as she healed him she said to Madara, "Even though it was his fault… How… just how can you do that to another person? Didn't your parents taught you any manners or virtue?"

She was wearing a crisp sailor-style blouse with a wide collar trimmed in navy stripes, a neatly tied red ribbon at the chest, and a pleated skirt that swayed just above her knees. 

Her knee-high socks and polished black loafers completed the classic schoolgirl look, giving her an air of youthful simplicity and charm.