Chapter 46: REVENGExCity

"Hanzo use Ten, I don't care if they sense you just protect yourself from what I'm about to do," I say before unleashing my Max radius En infused with all my malicious intent. After unchanging my aura I tell Hanzo, "Wait here and contact me with a giant spike of Aura if you get attacked by anyone whether they look weak or not."

After saying this I rush off in the direction of the outskirts of the real meteor city. While running I create a shadow sword, I could crush them all with shadows or just plain out scare them with aura but I want to feel them die at my own hands for this transgression against me. I want the phantom troupe to know they messed with the wrong person.

About halfway to the first mini-village, I'm going to destroy tonight, I get an Idea. I activate telekinesis with my strings and inform everyone who is on a mission to 'return to base no matter the circumstance. The base has been attacked and you don't need to keep your cover anymore.'

On the way, I slaughter every village in my way as I head toward Meteor City. It will be my hunting ground for the night. I will kill every adult and, any child potential I will take for my new organization that will hail from my floor in Heaven Arena.

The streets of Meteor City are a wasteland, cracked and broken from years of neglect. The towering, decaying buildings sag under the weight of years of lawlessness and corruption. The air hangs heavy, thick with a sense of decay that permeates every corner dead bodies already littering the streets.

I move silently through the city, my En spreading out like a suffocating fog. The inhabitants broken, desperate, scavengers in the truest sense move about in their usual manner scavenging for food and any valuables they can find. They don't feel the weight of the death descending on them. Yet.

My hands grip the shadow sword, its blackened blade alive with my Aura. If I want to kill everyone before sunrise I'm going to need some help so I summon my maximum of 9 shadow phantoms each with their own shadow blade. They stretch as far as they can go each taking up a position on a spot circling the maximum 100-meter radius around me. They know their task, slaughter anything alive in their respective areas while I massacre everybody else.

I step out into the street, my footsteps echoing in the dead silence, and the first of the city's inhabitants crosses my path. An old man, hunched and grizzled, dragging a cart piled high with broken goods. He looks up just in time to see me, his eyes narrowing in caution. His hands move instinctively toward a knife hidden in his coat, but it's too slow.

My sword flashes through the air. The blade connects with his neck in a clean arc, and his body collapses to the ground, his blood staining the dirt beneath him red. The cart tips over, spilling its contents in the street, but no one is left to notice. No one is left to care.

I move on, picking up my pace. A small group of men in the distance spot me and make a run for it. They think they're fast. They think they're capable. But I am faster.

I explode forward, my shadow sword cutting through the air with lethal precision. The first man never even turns around before I slice through him, his body cleaved in two. The second attempts to draw a weapon, a rusty old pistol, but it's no use. I move too quickly, too powerfully. The bullet flies wide as my sword tears through his chest, reducing him to nothing but a bleeding corpse.

The third tries to run but stumbles as my shadow lashes out, pulling his feet from under him. I watch him crash to the ground, the terror in his eyes as he realizes there's no escape. I approach, and in one swift movement, I stab down into his chest. He gasps, his blood spilling across the ground, staining the dirt a dark, sticky red.

With each kill, the silence grows thicker. It spreads like a shadow, a smothering cloak over the city. I have only just begun, and already the streets are filled with the bodies of the fallen.

I don't hesitate, don't falter. There's no one here worth sparing. Meteor City is nothing but a feeding ground for the strong to prey on the weak, and tonight, I am the hunter.

I step through alleyways and street corners, my shadow sword cutting through flesh with brutal efficiency. Men, women, the old, the young all of them are swept aside, discarded like garbage. I am unstoppable, my presence a suffocating force that crushes everything in its path.

And then, as I pass into a more populated area, something shifts. I feel it faint, but undeniable. I pause, stretching my En out completely, and I find them. Children. They are hidden, scattered throughout the area. To leave an even deeper scar the troupe will never find a child I have killed here. These kids will serve me, or they will die.

I reach out with my En, sensing the tremor of their untapped but undoubtedly strong Aura. Most are scared, hiding from the chaos that's consuming the city, but some older ones, are braver, and more confident in their own power.

I slip deeper into the shadows, avoiding the gaze of the others who still stumble through the wreckage. Their cries, their pleas. I will find the gifted ones, those with potential, and either recruit or eliminate them.

Another man charges at me, a brutal snarl on his face as he swings a heavy pipe toward my skull. But his anger is a mistake. He's too slow, too predictable. I sidestep with the grace of a predator, my shadow sword following through with deadly precision. The pipe clangs uselessly against the wall, and before he can even turn his head in confusion, my blade pierces his side, slicing through his ribcage with a sickening crunch. He gasps, his breath ragged as he tries to hold the wound, but the blood pours too fast. His knees buckle, and he crashes to the ground, choking on his own lifeblood.

The city is alive with terror, the echoes of my massacre reverberating off the crumbling buildings. These streets are my playground now, and I am the one who calls the shots.

Another group emerges from the shadows, a mix of men and women with desperate eyes and trembling hands. They must've heard the commotion and felt the fear that ripples through the air. But it's too late for them to think they have a chance.

I step forward, my sword outstretched in front of me. The first man tries to strike, swinging a jagged piece of metal at me, but I don't even need to dodge. I punch him faster than he can react, his face contorting in panic as he's flung into the nearest wall. There's a sickening thud, and his body crumples, motionless.

Before the rest of them can react, I'm on them. One woman raises a knife, her hands shaking uncontrollably. I grab her wrist, twisting it until I hear the bones snap. Her scream cuts through the air as I force her to her knees. With a swift, merciless strike, my sword slices through her throat, the blood spraying out in a vicious arc.

The others hesitate for a moment, fear rising in their chests like a tidal wave, but it's too late for hesitation. The panic overtakes them, and they scatter in every direction. The men try to draw their weapons, but they don't even come close to succeeding as I swing my sword in an arc taking off 3 heads at once.

Two of them are lucky and run at the right time and one of them attempts to flee, but I'm faster. I sprint after him appearing right in front of him before he can take another step, my shadow sword held high. He looks over his shoulder just as I appear in front of him, his terror is palpable in the air not being able to see his 'pursuer' anymore. He stumbles over his own feet, and in that moment of vulnerability, I drive my blade into his chest, twisting the sword as it pierces his heart. He goes limp, his body falling to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

The last man stands frozen, his wide eyes locked on me, the fear too much for him to process. He raises his weapon a makeshift spear but it's useless. The weapon is an extension of his desperation, but not of his strength. His knees give out from the terror causing him to lose his balance. Before he can recover, my shadow sword is embedded in his chest, the blade singing as it rips through his body like butter.

The silence that follows is deafening. The sounds of death echoing in the night have stopped, leaving only the harsh breathing of those still alive, the stench of blood, and the slow, inevitable march of decay.

I stand still for a moment, my senses heightened, scanning the area, ensuring there's no one left in this area. My En ripples outward, extending far beyond the confines of the alleyway. I double-check where everyone is before using shadows to encase all the children under 13 in a shadow bubble with tiny holes for breathing.

I walk toward the next area, my shadow sword still dripping with the blood of all those who I've come across so far. Nobody hears my approach. The sound of their nervous whispers and the shuffling of feet is the only thing that fills the air.

I'm upon them in seconds killing 3 with brutal effectiveness. The first to react is a man middle-aged, rough around the edges. His eyes lock on me in shock as he tries to raise a rusted crowbar in defense. His hands are trembling, and he's barely able to lift it before I close the gap between us. I'm faster than he can react, and my sword cuts through his crowbar-like paper. The halved crowbar falls from his hands as his blood pours from his stomach. He collapses without a sound, gasping for air as life slips away.

The others scramble in terror, trying to flee, but they are far too slow. I chase them down with methodical precision. A woman attempts to run, but I extend my shadow. It drags her back by her ankle, pulling her off the ground and crashing her against the nearest wall. She doesn't even scream as her skull cracks open like an egg.

The last two are in full flight, but I don't let them get far. One tries to hide behind a pile of scrap metal, but I sense the shift in his energy. His fear is like a beacon, and I'm already there, cutting him down before he can react. The final man manages to make it around a corner, but it's futile. The city is mine, every corner filled with my shadow.

I move swiftly, my Nen spreading in a pulse, and the last man is caught in my grip. His body jerks as I crush the air from his lungs with a surge of force. His eyes bulge as his chest collapses in on itself, and with a single flick of my wrist, I end him, his body crumpling to the ground like a ragdoll.

The street is littered with bodies, the echoes of my wrath still reverberating in the empty spaces between the ruined buildings. I move on, deeper into the labyrinth of decay, my blade ready for whatever comes next. I am the storm of revenge, and I will bring it down on them until there is nothing left but dust and bones.

The night is young, and the hunt has only just begun.