Behind The Counter (Tokyo Revengers x Black Reader)

Chapter XIII: Overpower

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"Do not fear failure but rather fear not trying."

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After what seemed like an eternity of standing around and talking, the two tall figures finally got into their positions, ready to bring the other down with ease. But would it be as easy as they assumed?

They're about to find out.

"Bring it, dipshit!!" (Y/N) exclaimed, prepping herself for what truly would be considered; the fight of her life. And, of course, the temporary commander couldn't have been any more pleased.

Thus, without any more hesitation, Hanma pounces first, swinging his right fist in the direction of the female. The attack was simple and allowed (Y/N) to immediately avoid the fist with a simple shift to the left before suddenly grabbing ahold of Hanma's wrist.

The tall male raises a brow at the notion, slightly stiffening with pure confusion. But before he could counter or free himself, the next action (Y/N) takes was indeed surprising.

In seconds, (Y/N) viciously twisted Hanma's wrist, twirled, and tossed him over her shoulder; releasing a victorious battle cry. And with this, in what seemed like seconds, Hanma was the first to be seen lying on his back during this battle.

The male is now left stunned, blinking repeatedly as he processed what had just happened, such strength was rather remarkable, almost scary. But, that only made his grin grow wider. "Wow...? That actually hurt?" He snickers, slowly looking up at the female towering over him. "You're... stronger than you look! I truly didn't expect that. But, I guess you're full of surprises."

But, per usual, (Y/N) doesn't acknowledge Hanma's childish comments, proceeding to grip the same forearm in which she had twisted earlier; seemingly aching to snap it in half right then and there.

"Shut the hell up. You talk too much." She barked, her teeth grinding.

Though, by retorting in such a way, (Y/N) was left distracted, allowing Hanma to find the opportunity to strike her with his opposite fist just seconds later; sending her collapsing to the ground in an instant.

She groans, now lying on her side as she used one forearm to hold herself up. Her other hand, in contrast, just rubbed her jawline as it throbbed. 'Damn... I should've just broken his arm...!' She thought.

With (Y/N) now on the ground in contrast to Hanma, he sneers; finally standing back to his feet again before flexing his now-injured back. The sound of bones cracking could be heard from the tall male. He refused to admit it, but that toss truly did leave an effect on his backside.

Aside from this, Hanma released a low hum, tipping his head to the side as he noticed that (Y/N) was already back on her feet again, huffing. "I knew there was something interesting about you," He spoke up. "Such interesting skills, where'd you learn 'em from?"

The question makes (Y/N) click her teeth. "Like I'd tell you, asshole." She panted; shaking the water from her soaking braids.

Hanma is amused once more, "That's fine, you don't have to tell me." He shrugs. "But? Since you're so tough? I think it's only fair that I go all out too!" He boomed, turning on his heel as he prepped to pounce once more.

(Y/N) readies herself again. 'Watch out for his left hand this time!' she mentally noted; slowly lifting her right forearm.

Hanma then leaps toward the female again with his left fist raised, just as (Y/N) predicted. But upon being struck with Hanma's oddly powerful left fist, she grunts again; the stinging sensation from the punch oddly ached more than his right fist.