10. One More

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3RD PERSON POV

*BAM*

???: GAH!

She clutches her stomach in pain, gasping for air as Syura glares at her.

Syura: *glare* What's "that" supposed to mean huh? "That"......well?

She tenses up, feeling the unbearable pain course through her body. Seeing this, Syura turns around, facing the window while grabbing his Teigu.

Syura: I respect him a lot, okay? Though I'll overtake him one of these days.

The woman yelps in pain as he grabs her hair, pulling her to his face.

Syura: *grin* I think surpassing one's parent is the ultimate form of filial piety. Why would trash like you understand?

???: *grit* I-I-

*BAM*

He slaps her face before punching her stomach, causing her to cough up spit as she crumples to the bed in pain.

Syura: To think you would've learned your lesson again....

He pulls her legs back to him, seeing her no resisting as he pulls down his pants.

Syura: *grin* I'll show yo-

*SLICE*







His arm falls off, a shocked look on his face as a katana blade knocks his teigu into a jacket pocket.

Y/N: Gotcha.

*SLICE*

Y/N swings his arm down, slicing him in half before pushing his two halves onto the ground. A scream erupts from the woman's mouth as she crawls back against the bedpost, terrified while Y/N waves his bloody katana arms in a panic.

Y/N: *panic* Wait hold on I'm not here to kill you!

He stood there waiting as the woman eases up though she sat on the bed guarded.

He stood there waiting as the woman eases up though she sat on the bed guarded

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???: How do I know you won't hurt me?

Y/N: On the contrary I'm actually here for you so would you like to come with me?

???: And what if I do?





Y/N: *scratches head with katana* Lets just say you'll have a home to live under with food, shelter, water and more. You won't have to service people like this dumbass just to survive and you won't have to worry about the Empire anymore. If you don't want it you could just stay here but uh.....being the witness to a murder scene of the son of the Prime Minister won't sit very well.

He looks around, seeing the bedroom and....the corpse besides him as the lady gets up with her naked body.

???: Let me get my clothes first.

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