MY KAEDEHARA ୨୧ kaedehara k.

xiv.

"BRUTAL"

"you look exactly like your failure of a father."
[y/n] focused their eyes on the man towering over them, ignoring the sharp pain on their back. "[y/n]..?" their eyes then fell on the samurai who looked like he was going to pass out in a matter of seconds.
"this is getting interesting, a wanted criminal who ran away from inazuma and the child of the deceased yoshida yuu." a woman who looked like she was already in her 40s walked towards them and harshly grasped [y/n]'s face. "tell me darling, what is your connection with him?"

[y/n] didn't answer, the deadly scowl plastered on their face never left ever since they saw the samurai's condition. "you're quite beautiful for a yoshida, but a scorn to be kamisato." the woman let go of their face with discourtesy. "if it wasn't for your father, my daughter akahana could've lived a peaceful life swimming in mora and power." she added.

"if it wasn't for your egocentric reception, lady akahana would've stayed." [y/n] snapped back. they all fell silent. the atmosphere getting heavier and heavier, it was getting hard to breathe. as the another man in noble clothing was about to speak up with his harsh words, ayaka stepped in. "didn't i make myself clear when i told you all that i did not want to see each of your repugant faces ever again."

"ayaka! my dear, ayaka!" akahana's mother ran towards her, going for an embrace. ayato stepped in front of his sister with his poisonous gaze. "you must be deaf. is the dotage integer finally getting a hold of you?" the old woman scoffed at ayato's words. "ayato my dear grandson, your father definitely failed to raise you to become a good man."

[y/n] summoned their spear and used it as support to stand on their feet, they immediately stood in a protective stance with a knocked out kazuha behind them, as if they weren't just kicked down on the hard ground in the most barbaric way.

"come at me and fight for your virtue instead of yattering." [y/n] managed to speak out in a rasped out voice. everyone turned their focus to the cryo wielder. the elder nobles guffawed at the bold remark. "heh..you're full of words." [y/n] commented. right at this very moment, the lingering crave for a long awaited revenge grew stronger inside of them, it felt like some demon traced down the adrenaline running through their veins.

"are we, really?" the noble woman who used to have a high ranking in the clan summoned her catalyst. her other comrades did the same, each wielding their weapon of choice. "you against eleven skilled individuals who have trained for years and years..we've grown stronger than you think my dear." the woman sent a fireball towards [y/n]. it was fast, [y/n] could've gotten hit if they didn't dodge in a heartbeat.

the sinister woman chuckled. "after them." [y/n] watched as a group of strong vision holders charged towards them. [y/n] quickly eyed kazuha who was still on the ground, i will protect you. they turned back to their opponents and saw a claymore user swinging the weapon above his head to smash it down at them. as [y/n] was about to block it with their polearm, an arrow with fire on the tip flew an inch next to the claymore users' foot. it may have looked like a normal arrow infused with pyro but in a few seconds they were proved wrong. it exploded like a firework, causing the man to stumble back with a half burnt foot.

[y/n] glanced to their right to see yoimiya who held an unreadable expression on her face, it's like her joyful demeanour faded away, but soon came back when she made eye contact with [y/n]. ayaka, ayato, even thoma hurriedly positioned themselves beside [y/n] with their weapons in hand.