Kenji was holding a knife in his right hand. The grip reversed. He looked back at what he thought was Tulip and back at his dad.
Kenji: I... I won't let you hurt her again.
Kenji wanted to shout at him but when he spoke he sounded like a scared 14 year old. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't a bit scared of his father. Even with his power the man had beat him and his sister for years. He tried to take as much pain as he could for his sister but he couldn't stop him. He was relentless back then. The pain the touture it was all unbearable.
Dad: Put that knife down boy.
He said removing his belt and holding it high in his left hand. He walked towards Kenji.
Kenji: Stay back!
Kenji waved the knife around as his dad walked closer and closer. Kenji didn't only look like a 14 year old boy in his eyes. He felt like one. The fear, the feeling. All of it was coming back to him. The reason he could never do this before.
Kenji: I... If you don't I'll kill you!
The dad could only laugh at the remark as he walked closer, nearly in front of Kenji. That laugh made the skin shiver on Kenji. The laugh he had when beating him, when burning his skin with cigarette buds, when cutting him, when drowning him, when hurting his sister while he was on the ground unable to move. KENJI WAS TRIED OF THAT DAMN LAUGH.
Kenji: You... That was you on the p...
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The dad was about to bring down the belt on Kenji. But his body moved on his own, knife stabbing into the wrist before the belt hit him.
Dad: AAHHHHHHH!! YOU STUPI...
Kenji tacked the larger man to the ground by grabbing his legs and pulling them towards him and lifting up. Kenji climbed on top of his dad and ripped the knife out of his left wrist .
Kenji: I... I'LL KILL YOU!
Kenji went to stab his dads in the head but it was defended by the dads right arm, the knife piercing through and scratching at his nose. The knife trapped between the two bones in his dads arm. The shaking from both sides struggling causing the knife to rattle in between the bones.
Dad: Let go of the knife and maybe I'll forgive you. AFTER I BEAT YOU ANR THAT STUPID BITCH CLOSE TO DEATH!
Kenji couldn't stop. He wouldn't. He had wanted this for so long. To stop the pain. To protect his sister. To get revenge for his mum. He wanted him gone.
Kenji kept pushing down hard trying to get closer and closer to his dads head. The dad tried to grab Kenji with his left hand but Kenji shook the knife that was stuck in the arm and caused his father to scream in pain as he clawed at the ground.
Kenji: I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU. I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU, I̶'̵L̷L̶ ̷K̴I̸L̴L̵ ̶Y̶O̴U̶,̸ I̶'̵L̷L̶ ̷K̴I̸L̴L̵ ̶Y̶O̴U̶,̸ I̶'̵L̷L̶ ̷K̴I̸L̴L̵ ̶Y̶O̴U̶,̸ I̶̫̬̟̽̽'̸̨̹̗̉L̵͚̓L̴͙̫͒ ̷̧̰̱̅̋Ḳ̵̥̯̏̀̕Ĭ̸̠͈L̸͓̏̈́L̷̟͑ ̵̛͇̗͓̌̏Y̵̹̖͐O̸̙̿U̸̙͑͝,̵̧̧̊̃̋ I̶̫̬̟̽̽'̸̨̹̗̉L̵͚̓L̴͙̫͒ ̷̧̰̱̅̋Ḳ̵̥̯̏̀̕Ĭ̸̠͈L̸͓̏̈́L̷̟͑ ̵̛͇̗͓̌̏Y̵̹̖͐O̸̙̿U̸̙͑͝,̵̧̧̊̃̋ I̶̫̬̟̽̽'̸̨̹̗̉L̵͚̓L̴͙̫͒ ̷̧̰̱̅̋Ḳ̵̥̯̏̀̕Ĭ̸̠͈L̸͓̏̈́L̷̟͑ ̵̛͇̗͓̌̏Y̵̹̖͐O̸̙̿U̸̙͑͝,̵̧̧̊̃̋ I̶̫̬̟̽̽'̸̨̹̗̉L̵͚̓L̴͙̫͒ ̷̧̰̱̅̋Ḳ̵̥̯̏̀̕Ĭ̸̠͈L̸͓̏̈́L̷̟͑ ̵̛͇̗͓̌̏Y̵̹̖͐O̸̙̿U̸̙͑͝,̵̧̧̊̃̋ Į̵̛̮̫͎̝͚̦͈̫̘̍̿͆̀̋̋̍̕̕'̶̠̯͕̠̺̠̀͊̐͊̃̀̂̚L̶̼̠͊̊͝L̴̢͙̼̼͇̞̯̏̉̓̋ ̷̨̡̛̜͎̙̠͔̬͔̼̓̍̈́͗̓̿͐͌Ḵ̵̥͗̐̋̇̓̑̚͘I̶͇͔̞̺̘̖̱̰̰̔̐͑̔̈͋͘L̵̡̩̗̲̘̣̑̒̌̑̎͊̂̒Ḽ̷̜͖͖͈̬̪͖̱̈́͑̀̿̓̐ ̵̢̜͉̊̑̄̃̊͌̄̎̕͜Y̸̦͚̗̹̿̌̕͝Ṍ̶̖͘U̸̢̨̢̢͉̠̫̩̣͍͑,̴̠̝͎͈̗̌̇̂̃̀̍ͅ Į̵̛̮̫͎̝͚̦͈̫̘̍̿͆̀̋̋̍̕̕'̶̠̯͕̠̺̠̀͊̐͊̃̀̂̚L̶̼̠͊̊͝L̴̢͙̼̼͇̞̯̏̉̓̋ ̷̨̡̛̜͎̙̠͔̬͔̼̓̍̈́͗̓̿͐͌Ḵ̵̥͗̐̋̇̓̑̚͘I̶͇͔̞̺̘̖̱̰̰̔̐͑̔̈͋͘L̵̡̩̗̲̘̣̑̒̌̑̎͊̂̒Ḽ̷̜͖͖͈̬̪͖̱̈́͑̀̿̓̐ ̵̢̜͉̊̑̄̃̊͌̄̎̕͜Y̸̦͚̗̹̿̌̕͝Ṍ̶̖͘U̸̢̨̢̢͉̠̫̩̣͍͑,̴̠̝͎͈̗̌̇̂̃̀̍ͅ Į̵̛̮̫͎̝͚̦͈̫̘̍̿͆̀̋̋̍̕̕'̶̠̯͕̠̺̠̀͊̐͊̃̀̂̚L̶̼̠͊̊͝L̴̢͙̼̼͇̞̯̏̉̓̋ ̷̨̡̛̜͎̙̠͔̬͔̼̓̍̈́͗̓̿͐͌Ḵ̵̥͗̐̋̇̓̑̚͘I̶͇͔̞̺̘̖̱̰̰̔̐͑̔̈͋͘L̵̡̩̗̲̘̣̑̒̌̑̎͊̂̒Ḽ̷̜͖͖͈̬̪͖̱̈́͑̀̿̓̐ ̵̢̜͉̊̑̄̃̊͌̄̎̕͜Y̸̦͚̗̹̿̌̕͝Ṍ̶̖͘U̸̢̨̢̢͉̠̫̩̣͍͑,̴̠̝͎͈̗̌̇̂̃̀̍ͅ I̶̞͓̤̽͐̒͋͛́͌͜͝ͅ'̷̨̨̮̬͉͎̻͎̻̯͚͕̩̻̃͛̀̄̏̽̋͊̅̓͘͠͝͠Ļ̷̼̖̘͈̞̲̳͖̳͙̻̙̗͚̅͛͂͊̇͊͆̉̈́̅͋̋͐̃̿̑͆̚̚͝Ḽ̴̨̨̘̩͉̠͖̯̼̳͍͕͖͚̜̣̬̘̇̍͗͆͘ ̷̱͙̼̼͇̠͇͚͓̝̲͔͉̗̜̝͍͓̐̊͑͜K̷̡̨̨̤̞̫̲̪̩̹͎̄̍̀̆̇̊̕̕͝Į̸͖̙̱̱̪͎̲̏̑̔̀͌͋͌́̋͐̔̄͊̎̍̂̀̚͜͠ͅĻ̷̢̨̛̣̺̦̬̰̖̼͓͕͎̈̿̔̈́̆̀̾̀̈̅̍͜L̷̨̛̜͎͍̙̫̥͖̗̳̞̞̣͓̝̠͎̱̩͊̎̏̔̈́͛̐͒̔̍̈́̌̒͋̚̚͝ ̸̡̣̜̥̝͖̹̀̀̓̊̽́̀͒̎̈̓̀́̂̌͒͂͠͠Ÿ̷̛̬̭̟́͑̐̇̈́̍̈̈̒̽͛̈͝Ö̴̧̫̰̮̲̝̦͙̯͖̲̬̟̜͍́̀͐̉̈́̌̃̽̀̂̒̈̌͂Ư̸̥̪̗̊̈̽̀̋͂̈͠͝,̶̡̹͎̦̳̝̲͉͎̙͔̺͓̫͓̮̤̌͆̋́̇̏̀̈̄̀̿̐́̚̕͝͠ I̶̞͓̤̽͐̒͋͛́͌͜͝ͅ'̷̨̨̮̬͉͎̻͎̻̯͚͕̩̻̃͛̀̄̏̽̋͊̅̓͘͠͝͠Ļ̷̼̖̘͈̞̲̳͖̳͙̻̙̗͚̅͛͂͊̇͊͆̉̈́̅͋̋͐̃̿̑͆̚̚͝Ḽ̴̨̨̘̩͉̠͖̯̼̳͍͕͖͚̜̣̬̘̇̍͗͆͘ ̷̱͙̼̼͇̠͇͚͓̝̲͔͉̗̜̝͍͓̐̊͑͜K̷̡̨̨̤̞̫̲̪̩̹͎̄̍̀̆̇̊̕̕͝Į̸͖̙̱̱̪͎̲̏̑̔̀͌͋͌́̋͐̔̄͊̎̍̂̀̚͜͠ͅĻ̷̢̨̛̣̺̦̬̰̖̼͓͕͎̈̿̔̈́̆̀̾̀̈̅̍͜L̷̨̛̜͎͍̙̫̥͖̗̳̞̞̣͓̝̠͎̱̩͊̎̏̔̈́͛̐͒̔̍̈́̌̒͋̚̚͝ ̸̡̣̜̥̝͖̹̀̀̓̊̽́̀͒̎̈̓̀́̂̌͒͂͠͠Ÿ̷̛̬̭̟́͑̐̇̈́̍̈̈̒̽͛̈͝Ö̴̧̫̰̮̲̝̦͙̯͖̲̬̟̜͍́̀͐̉̈́̌̃̽̀̂̒̈̌͂Ư̸̥̪̗̊̈̽̀̋͂̈͠͝,̶̡̹͎̦̳̝̲͉͎̙͔̺͓̫͓̮̤̌͆̋́̇̏̀̈̄̀̿̐́̚̕͝͠ I̶̞͓̤̽͐̒͋͛́͌͜͝ͅ'̷̨̨̮̬͉͎̻͎̻̯͚͕̩̻̃͛̀̄̏̽̋͊̅̓͘͠͝͠Ļ̷̼̖̘͈̞̲̳͖̳͙̻̙̗͚̅͛͂͊̇͊͆̉̈́̅͋̋͐̃̿̑͆̚̚͝Ḽ̴̨̨̘̩͉̠͖̯̼̳͍͕͖͚̜̣̬̘̇̍͗͆͘ ̷̱͙̼̼͇̠͇͚͓̝̲͔͉̗̜̝͍͓̐̊͑͜K̷̡̨̨̤̞̫̲̪̩̹͎̄̍̀̆̇̊̕̕͝Į̸͖̙̱̱̪͎̲̏̑̔̀͌͋͌́̋͐̔̄͊̎̍̂̀̚͜͠ͅĻ̷̢̨̛̣̺̦̬̰̖̼͓͕͎̈̿̔̈́̆̀̾̀̈̅̍͜L̷̨̛̜͎͍̙̫̥͖̗̳̞̞̣͓̝̠͎̱̩͊̎̏̔̈́͛̐͒̔̍̈́̌̒͋̚̚͝ ̸̡̣̜̥̝͖̹̀̀̓̊̽́̀͒̎̈̓̀́̂̌͒͂͠͠Ÿ̷̛̬̭̟́͑̐̇̈́̍̈̈̒̽͛̈͝Ö̴̧̫̰̮̲̝̦͙̯͖̲̬̟̜͍́̀͐̉̈́̌̃̽̀̂̒̈̌͂Ư̸̥̪̗̊̈̽̀̋͂̈͠͝,̶̡̹͎̦̳̝̲͉͎̙͔̺͓̫͓̮̤̌͆̋́̇̏̀̈̄̀̿̐́̚̕͝͠ İ̸̡͕͎̖͍͓̹͙̹̅̑̀͌̽̍͠͝'̵̡̛̬͓̲͎̪̣̫̫̪̮̻̯̟͔̬̟̤͉̄̀̀̆̉̈́͌̊̈́͂͘͠L̵̨̢̧̗͚͖̣͇̈́̅̆̒̄́̎̈͑͊͑̐͂̀̂́̈́̊̔͐̕͘Ļ̶̡̛͙̻̳̞̰̫̦̞͙̓̌͌͛͛̐͒̓̈̉̃̇͛̈́̈́̿̔͗͝ͅ ̸̢̡̢̡̛̛̗̗̬̪͙͎̝͈̻̳̝̮͕͇̇͗̈́̔̈́̿̾̾̾̿̐̍͐͒̈́̀̄̋́̀͘͜Ķ̷̨̢̧̨͍͖̬̪̘͕̝̱͔̻̺̱͖͒͗̓̈́̈́͑̎͆̓̑́̐̽̔̀̆̓̉͊̋̕̕͜͜͝I̶̢̨͙͍͇͉̣̝̪̝̩̫̻̳̻̣̜͇͍̪̭̳̬̞̰̅͒͐̏͋́͂͘̕̚͝L̶̡̢̻̝̬̯̖̣̩̮͙̲͖̟̜͓̘̝̣̲̯̹̩͉̥͆͛̀͑̐͒̉̑́̏̈͝ͅḺ̷̢̢̼͈͕̯̗̰̫̼̥͈͉̫̗͙̞̘̞͂̈́̓̑̋̌̀͌̀̽̀̆̉̃͐̇̇̎͗̈́̓̌̚͝͠ͅͅ ̸̺̦̥͈̫̖̦͍̲͉̱͎̰̞͖̲͐̈́̋͐̀̅̓̍̎͂̐͋͗̐̊͗Y̵̧̨̡̻͕̘͔̲̘̥̘̮̖͕̅͌͋̆̾͛̿͐̽̇̋̒͆͆͒̎̈̉͑̉̈́͑̆͊̐͜ͅO̸̡̡̢̨̠̲͖̼͖̪͕̲͖̩̟͉̦͚̗͕̞͇̯̬̙͌̓̔̈́̓͗́́̿̓͋̃̽̈́̈́̽̒̑̓̇͊̕̚͘͘͠ͅƯ̷̡̡̝̻̪͚̖͍͉̔̔̒̃͆͂̌͋̓̿̌̀̿̈́̓̕̕͝,̸̡̧̢̛͍̼̪̯̪̗̙̞̺̫̱̣̠͕̐͗̊͌͛̆̅́̄̂̓͌͂̐̈́͘͝ İ̸̡͕͎̖͍͓̹͙̹̅̑̀͌̽̍͠͝'̵̡̛̬͓̲͎̪̣̫̫̪̮̻̯̟͔̬̟̤͉̄̀̀̆̉̈́͌̊̈́͂͘͠L̵̨̢̧̗͚͖̣͇̈́̅̆̒̄́̎̈͑͊͑̐͂̀̂́̈́̊̔͐̕͘Ļ̶̡̛͙̻̳̞̰̫̦̞͙̓̌͌͛͛̐͒̓̈̉̃̇͛̈́̈́̿̔͗͝ͅ ̸̢̡̢̡̛̛̗̗̬̪͙͎̝͈̻̳̝̮͕͇̇͗̈́̔̈́̿̾̾̾̿̐̍͐͒̈́̀̄̋́̀͘͜Ķ̷̨̢̧̨͍͖̬̪̘͕̝̱͔̻̺̱͖͒͗̓̈́̈́͑̎͆̓̑́̐̽̔̀̆̓̉͊̋̕̕͜͜͝I̶̢̨͙͍͇͉̣̝̪̝̩̫̻̳̻̣̜͇͍̪̭̳̬̞̰̅͒͐̏͋́͂͘̕̚͝L̶̡̢̻̝̬̯̖̣̩̮͙̲͖̟̜͓̘̝̣̲̯̹̩͉̥͆͛̀͑̐͒̉̑́̏̈͝ͅḺ̷̢̢̼͈͕̯̗̰̫̼̥͈͉̫̗͙̞̘̞͂̈́̓̑̋̌̀͌̀̽̀̆̉̃͐̇̇̎͗̈́̓̌̚͝͠ͅͅ ̸̺̦̥͈̫̖̦͍̲͉̱͎̰̞͖̲͐̈́̋͐̀̅̓̍̎͂̐͋͗̐̊͗Y̵̧̨̡̻͕̘͔̲̘̥̘̮̖͕̅͌͋̆̾͛̿͐̽̇̋̒͆͆͒̎̈̉͑̉̈́͑̆͊̐͜ͅO̸̡̡̢̨̠̲͖̼͖̪͕̲͖̩̟͉̦͚̗͕̞͇̯̬̙͌̓̔̈́̓͗́́̿̓͋̃̽̈́̈́̽̒̑̓̇͊̕̚͘͘͠ͅƯ̷̡̡̝̻̪͚̖͍͉̔̔̒̃͆͂̌͋̓̿̌̀̿̈́̓̕̕͝,̸̡̧̢̛͍̼̪̯̪̗̙̞̺̫̱̣̠͕̐͗̊͌͛̆̅́̄̂̓͌͂̐̈́͘͝ İ̸̡͕͎̖͍͓̹͙̹̅̑̀͌̽̍͠͝'̵̡̛̬͓̲͎̪̣̫̫̪̮̻̯̟͔̬̟̤͉̄̀̀̆̉̈́͌̊̈́͂͘͠L̵̨̢̧̗͚͖̣͇̈́̅̆̒̄́̎̈͑͊͑̐͂̀̂́̈́̊̔͐̕͘Ļ̶̡̛͙̻̳̞̰̫̦̞͙̓̌͌͛͛̐͒̓̈̉̃̇͛̈́̈́̿̔͗͝ͅ ̸̢̡̢̡̛̛̗̗̬̪͙͎̝͈̻̳̝̮͕͇̇͗̈́̔̈́̿̾̾̾̿̐̍͐͒̈́̀̄̋́̀͘͜Ķ̷̨̢̧̨͍͖̬̪̘͕̝̱͔̻̺̱͖͒͗̓̈́̈́͑̎͆̓̑́̐̽̔̀̆̓̉͊̋̕̕͜͜͝I̶̢̨͙͍͇͉̣̝̪̝̩̫̻̳̻̣̜͇͍̪̭̳̬̞̰̅͒͐̏͋́͂͘̕̚͝L̶̡̢̻̝̬̯̖̣̩̮͙̲͖̟̜͓̘̝̣̲̯̹̩͉̥͆͛̀͑̐͒̉̑́̏̈͝ͅḺ̷̢̢̼͈͕̯̗̰̫̼̥͈͉̫̗͙̞̘̞͂̈́̓̑̋̌̀͌̀̽̀̆̉̃͐̇̇̎͗̈́̓̌̚͝͠ͅͅ ̸̺̦̥͈̫̖̦͍̲͉̱͎̰̞͖̲͐̈́̋͐̀̅̓̍̎͂̐͋͗̐̊͗Y̵̧̨̡̻͕̘͔̲̘̥̘̮̖͕̅͌͋̆̾͛̿͐̽̇̋̒͆͆͒̎̈̉͑̉̈́͑̆͊̐͜ͅO̸̡̡̢̨̠̲͖̼͖̪͕̲͖̩̟͉̦͚̗͕̞͇̯̬̙͌̓̔̈́̓͗́́̿̓͋̃̽̈́̈́̽̒̑̓̇͊̕̚͘͘͠ͅƯ̷̡̡̝̻̪͚̖͍͉̔̔̒̃͆͂̌͋̓̿̌̀̿̈́̓̕̕͝.
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Kenji was holding the knife with one hand and rapidly smacking it with the other. As if hammering down on a nail. Trying to push it down as hard as possible.
Dad: Stop. Stop! Please stop! STOP PLEASE! I'll stop. I promise! I won't hurt you or your sister again so, please stop!
The pleads of his father disgusting Kenji. He saw through his lies. He knew nothing would change unless he was dead. Kenji kept on smacking the knife. When he reached the eye his dad screamed and moved around in agony. He was loosing strength and and the knife dug deeper and deeper. Suddenly his dad stopped moving. The knife was embedded deep inside the skull of his dad. But Kenji didn't stop. He kept hitting the knife down as hard as possible. Until it hit concrete coming out the back of his fathers skull. Kenji crawled off the body.
He stood up and walked over to his sister. He turned her over and picked he up. Tears started to fall from Kenji and onto Tulip.
Kenji: I did it. I protected you. He won't be able to hurt you anymore. He's gone. He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone.
Kenji looked back at the body of his father.
[Gamers mind has rectified 20% percent of total mind corruption. 62.5% of mind left to repair.]
[Gamers mind reverting users mental state.]
Slowly everything changed back. His dead father became a dead Overhaul. The apartment in which he was in becoming the yakuza complex and the unconscious sister he held in his arms became an unconscious Eri.
Kenji still had a few tears streaming from his eyes but as he stepped over Overhauls body he walked back out the entrance. His wounds nearly completely regenerated after a very slow process. Kenji nearly completely out of stamina.
Once he was out of complex he placed Eri far away as he jumped onto what was left of the complex roof. He then cocked his arm back and at 100% of One for All he punched the complex destroying it all. He went flying and landed perfectly next to Eri. His arm was completely gone and slowly regenerating but he needed to get rid of this place for Eri. The complex crumbling and trapping anyone that hadn't died during the fight with Overhaul.
Kenji then left for the only place he knew where to drop Eri off at. School.
Kenji had wiped out the entirety of the Yakuza HQ in a bit more than an hour and all before lunch.
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