The path of power: Isuma with the Yakuzas(2/?)

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Isuma and Jiro left the room and walked into another area, where there was a table and several chairs.

Jiro looked at him and instructed:

"Sit down, kid."

Isuma obeyed and sat down. Then, Jiro spoke again.

"Tell me, kid, by any chance do you speak and understand English?"

Isuma scratched his head and replied without hesitation:

"I understand and speak it at about 80%. Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing important. Now, I want you to tell me, what size are you?"

"My size is 16. I'm taller than average."

"Excellent."

Just as Jiro finished the sentence, another man appeared at the door. He was dressed in the same suit as the others, was tall, around 6 feet (or 1.90 meters) approximately, with his hair tied back in a ponytail and a few tattoos on his forehead.

The man with the ponytail bowed and, looking at both of them, said:

"Sir, the Russians are ready."

"Good, I'll be there right away. Stay alert," Jiro replied.

The man with the ponytail nodded, bowed again, and left.

Jiro looked at Isuma and then turned towards the wall. Suddenly, both were engulfed by a black liquid... It only lasted a few seconds. The liquid dissipated from their bodies, and they found themselves standing in front of a rice field. Isuma heard the groans of people behind him and, turning around, he saw them.

There were six people, presumably the sub-bosses and right-hand men. They wore elegant black suits with matching shoes but were covered in blood, both on their faces and on their clothes. Their faces were unrecognizable; some had exposed skulls, others brains, and several had dislocated fingers or just stumps instead of hands.

Behind them stood several people dressed in dark blue-black kimonos, wielding katanas.

The scene took Isuma by surprise. Jiro observed him and asked:

"Are you okay, kid?"

Without looking at Jiro, Isuma continued observing the people and calmly replied:

"Yes, I just need to get used to it."

Jiro nodded and said:

"Alright. Now, go up to them and take their powers."

Isuma nodded and approached the first person from left to right.

**(Point of view: Isuma)**

I nodded and approached the kneeling person. This person was different from the others: they had long white hair, down to their shoulders, and an exposed skull. I swallowed hard and, without further hesitation, placed my hand on their forehead, closing my eyes...

I could feel that I wasn't absorbing the power, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at a wooden ceiling. I was in a room where the constant screams of a man and a woman could be heard.

The body moved down from the bed and saw a wooden door. As it did, the screams stopped, and the sound of wooden stairs creaked. The body didn't move but started trembling.

Within seconds, I saw the door that the body was staring at open abruptly, and a man with a bottle of vodka entered. The man took a swig of vodka and approached, but the body moved away little by little until it bumped into the bed.

The man looked at me and said:

"You're a damn bastard son, Andrei."

After speaking, he spat on me and poured vodka on my head. Before the body could wipe it off, the man began to kick me.

I closed and opened my eyes, and when I did, I realized that only a few seconds had passed. I was once again in front of the man, and as I looked around, a message appeared:

**(Congratulations on acquiring the power/quirk and a fragment of soul.)**

The message disappeared, and I thought:

**(Soul fragment...)**

Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I turned around, I saw it was Jiro, who calmly asked me:

"Ready, kid?"

I got up and replied:

"Ready."

Without saying more, Jiro looked at the man with the katana and nodded. With a swift motion, the man slashed the throat of the kneeling person, splattering blood on our clothes.

When I turned my head, I saw Jiro smiling, but without changing his tone, he said:

"Alright, kid, next one."

I nodded and approached the person next to the previous one. This time, it was someone with their entire face covered in tattoos, symbols, and words in Russian, many of them from the Soviet Union.

He looked at me, and once again, I placed my hand on his forehead. As I closed and opened my eyes, I found myself punching a punching bag.

I was interrupted by a 17-year-old boy who approached and said:

"Yuri, your sister is being beaten by your father."

Yuri nodded and ran out of the building. He ran two blocks until he reached an apartment, where I saw a 15-year-old girl being beaten by a man who had a cigarette in his mouth. He was shouting:

"Damn you, you're offering yourself to several men at once, you're just like your mother!"

I saw her bleeding. Then, the body approached the man and said:

"If you want to hit someone, do it to me."

The man stopped hitting the girl, threw his cigarette away, and said:

"Then come here."

He spat on the ground, and the body closed its eyes...

Once again, I came out, and the sign appeared:

**(Congratulations on acquiring the power/quirk and a fragment of soul.)**

The message disappeared, and I looked at Jiro, who asked me:

"Ready?"

"Ready."

I got up from the ground, and the man with the katana lifted his weapon, driving it into the head of the kneeling person. Again, blood splattered on my face and clothes. When I looked towards Jiro, he said:

"The next one, kid."

I nodded and approached the next one...

Time passed. They all had different traumas: from being beaten by a negligent father to other things I'd rather not mention, but the same sign always appeared:

**(Congratulations on acquiring the power/quirk and a fragment of soul.)**

After finishing with all the Russians, I stood up to be beside Jiro, who looked at me and said:

"Follow me, kid. We're going to get you cleaned up."

Once again, the black liquid engulfed us, and the last thing I saw for a few seconds was how they started beheading the bodies of the Russians with their katanas...

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