Adapt. // kny x insert m!reader

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A/N: I should stop writing new stories and focus on the ones I have ongoing but.........

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All that could be heard was the faint sound of sobs while the knuckles of the father were meeting the skin of the 4-year-old boy. It was an awful sight to see, good thing that nobody else was there, apart from the body of the h/c boy's mother on the cold floor- laying in a large pool of blood. The choked sobs of the boy as he was getting tossed around, kicked and punched clearly signified his strength, courage, durability and dreading fear he had of his father. What had started as an arguement about the child's education and career ended in the termination of the mother, all because she insisted the small kid ought to live a normal life instead of following down the line of harsh training martial artists like his father would go through. The tradition was to be kept going, apparently. A tradition that would only lead to the scarring of the pure body and soul of Y/N ((M/N)) L/N.

The now 12-year-old boy was getting nudged and pushed towards the ring, to face his opponent. His father had gotten him into some sort of illegal fighting and gambling bullshit, where he and his opponent would have to fight until one died or gave up, in order to gain money. Most common case was death, since humans are actually pretty greedy. To be fair, only people who had nothing to lose in their life would get themselves into that mess, so death wasn't that horrible after all. Well, until a preteen puts his hand through your chest, that is. (Pulled an Akaza ig) It was the epitome of humiliation, but then again, said child went through years worth of hellish training to get to where he is currently. Yes, he is a killing machine for the sole purpose of his father's personal gain, but so long he had a roof to stay under it was all fine, right? Well, no.

"Y/N, you better do well in this fight. I heard he's a regular around here and this is a new place. You're facing one of the best fighters of this area, I think, so you best fucking kill him. We're gonna get a ton of money from the bets if you win. You know the drill." F/N gave the h/c boy a harsh pat on the back, pushing him forward. In actuality, the boy himself wasn't scared- he was way too familiar with killing the top fighters of the places his father would drag him to. In reality, they were never really good, he never had to go all out either. They were all a bunch of tall guys, usually around their 30s, who can only try to overwhelm their opponent with their height and weight. Every fight was always too easy for the e/c boy anyway, since there was no man, woman, or anyone in between that could match his skill, after the 8 years of hell he had to go through. Another advantage he had was that any sort of move was allowed as long as you didn't damage a person's testicles or eyes, otherwise, you'd be shot dead. Pretty simple rule.

"Oi, what do we have here, a kid? Do you have a death wish little guy?" The opposing male said, ugly laughing right after. Meanwhile, Y/N was just silently analysing him with his dull e/c eyes. He fit the description, it seemed. The boy only narrowed his eyes and his stoic expression darkened. His stare was seemingly piercing through the older man in front of him, as he reeked of what felt like bloodlust. His presence was so intimidating, despite his short figure. The taller male was sweating bullets by that point, despite none of them having made a move. It was like he knew he was going to die, so he stood defensively. "Maybe you aren't as much of an idiot as I anticipated. Playing defensively is never a bad tactic, but it's past my bedtime so please get it over with." Y/N spoke up with an unimpressed tone of voice, which seemed to piss off his opponent a bunch. The man made the move to punch him in the face, but the h/c boy caught the fist with seemingly no effort, then started clenching his own hand around it. Crack! The man's hand has broken that instant. He left a painful scream before getting tossed over the boy who skillfully flipped him over his own body. Then he fell down himself and put the older man in a headlock, tightening it until his opponent couldn't breathe. But he didn't seem to budge, so only one option was left. A second, terrifying crack was heard across the cramped room, Y/N let go of the body, getting up and dusting himself in the process.