Devil's Luck

Chapter 12: Zenkichi vs Takachiho

Bop!

There was a loud sounding ding echoing throughout the hall as Moji and his gang went wide-eyed when they saw Takachiho disappear and reappearing in front of Zenkichi and punched his face.

'S-So fast!'

'Was that flash step?!'

'Za Warudo?!'

'Just what is with this school?!'

Their jaws then dropped when they saw Zenkichi's skin turned into metal.

'You've gotta be kidding, is this some kind of shonen manga or something?!' They all simultaneously thought, sweatdropped.

Zenkichi was knocked back, his skin a metallic sheen, his feet skidding back, a few feet away from the impact of Takachiho's attack, fortunately he quickly found his footing and immediately went into a boxing stance, albeit basic, but he put up his guard.

'He's fast, and packs a mean jab. If I didn't turn my skin in metal in time, the bastard would've broken my jaw and destroy some of my teeth.' He grimaced, glaring angrily at the aloof looking Takachiho.

'I got attacked by Hyuga and now another bastard is targeting me, just what is with my luck?'

"Tres Bien! So it's really true." Takachiho muttered out excitedly as he shook his right hand around as he sees Zenkichi's skin become metal, even though he's strong enough to break the trees in the forest of their school in half with a couple of strong punches, he couldn't see any sort of scratch on the latter's metallic skin. "Goddamn your skin is tough! Man, I knew I should've worn boxing gloves. That metal skin of yours is no joke. You didn't show such an ability in the past, according to your records and other accounts, just as she had said."

Takachiho then went into a boxing stance, which immediately made Zenkichi wary even more.

But he didn't attack. Instead, his eyes then glanced towards the badly wounded body of Hyuga, remarking, "Though, she was also wrong on one thing as well. She said that you had a great control of your emotions–holding back the urge to smack the absolute shit out of that bitch when she started threatening you."

'Naze Youka...' Zenkichi's eyes sharply narrowed. There was only person that fit that description, and the only person he'd ever made an enemy of after just a day of his reincarnation.

He had expected her to send someone after him, or even just herself, but he never thought he'd be targeted now!

The man tilted his head and hummed.

"No wait, she's probably right and... you're one cunning motherfucker if I think about it more. You didn't attack her yesterday, not because you were holding back your anger, but because you were wary of the consequences. Because she was unknown to you."

"But that guy," he pointed his thumb at Hyuga over his shoulder. "he's just a nobody with a bad personality that no one would give a damn. It's clear why you didn't hesitate to attack him. Am I right?" He raised an expectant eyebrow.

"..." Zenkichi was silent, he didn't want to talk. He slowly edged one of his feet forward, lowering his upper body, he prepared to rush in but also to defend. But in this situation where he wasn't able to track his movements, he had to go on the defensive.

Takachiho's grin widened. "Not gonna talk? No matter. You'll be giving my colleagues and I a lot of information when we start "interrogating" you."

Zenkichi narrowed his eyes, clenching his hands, muttering, "You talk too much."

Takachiho shrugged, chuckled, and said. "Anyone would be if they saw someone having a power similar to Armament Haki."

"You a fan of One Piece?"