You were in a rush to catch the train and just managed to hop on at the last second. As you sat down, you realized that the train was not very crowded, and you felt a sense of relief.
You took out your sketchbook from your backpack, which you always carry with you, and started flipping through the pages. Sketching has been one of your favorite hobbies since you were five, and it always brings you a sense of joy and peace.
As you looked through the pages, you couldn't help but remember some of your past sketches. You remembered the time when you drew a beautiful landscape on a family trip and the time when you drew a portrait of your grandmother on her 80th birthday.
Nostalgia filled your heart, and you felt grateful for all the moments that you have captured through your sketches.
As you reached a blank page, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You remembered the morning when you were staring at Emma, taking in all her features. You could see her face in your mind's eye, and you started to draw her without any effort. Her features came to life on the page, and you felt a sense of satisfaction at how well you captured her likeness.
Just as you finished your sketch, the train's gate opened, alerting you. You quickly closed your backpack and got out of the train.
As you walked out into the empty streets, you felt a sense of adventure and excitement. You were on your way to find more clues about the gang.
As soon as you heard someone's faint screams you followed the voices leading you to an empty alleyway. you found two delinquents harassing a girl who was like 13 or something
as kind you were, you couldn't just watch.
You carefully removed your jacket and turned it inside out, revealing its unique design. It was a one-of-a-kind creation that your mother had made for you when you were just twelve years old. Despite its oversized fit, it hugged your body perfectly, providing both warmth and comfort. The jacket was a true masterpiece, with one side being black and the other white, adorned with a variety of stickers that you had collected over the years. The hood added an extra layer of protection against the elements, making it the perfect clothing item for any situation.
In your day-to-day life, you typically wore the white side of the jacket, preferring its clean, understated look. However, when you fight with gangs, you would confidently flip the jacket over, revealing its black side.
This was a secret that only your closest friend, Emma, knew about. With its unique design and sentimental value, the jacket was more than just a piece of clothing - it was a symbol of your strength and resilience.
back to the scene-
as you walk towards them not even your footsteps are making a voice as you suddenly roundhouse kick one of them from behind
"Two people ganging up on a little girl, how lame," you said sarcastically. the other one got angry as he charged towards you trying to punch you, you swiftly moved to the side dodging him as a grin creped on your face you kicked him in the head too fast that the consciousness in a single kick as you turned around to the girl helping her stand up as you as she thanked you and quickly ran away letting you confused
"now.... where were we-"as you turned around to see their horrified faces "Do you know about this gang what was its name again ikachi...-Akiba-" the other one cut you off "Are you talking about Ikabaru"
"yeah, that's only, you know where's their hideout?" you asked curiously as they hesitated first "Their hideout is at xxxxx(location)"
"Cause you have helped me I would let you go this time-"
"Thank you, SIR " as they ran off like their life was depending on it "Sir?........ oh the hood is covering my face too may be the reason that girl ran away too?!??"
As you were trying to locate your position, you found yourself standing in front of a big ground. You noticed that around 130 people were standing in front of you, and you quietly kept standing there.
Suddenly, someone noticed you and yelled out, "Who the hell are you?" while pointing towards you. Everyone soon turned their heads towards you, waiting for your answer, but you remained silent. The crowd grew impatient, and they started groaning.
After a while, someone in the crowd decided to charge forward toward you, and as he ran toward you, you started running toward him too. This took him by surprise, and he was momentarily stunned. As you both were about to clash, you jumped and put a hand on his shoulder for support. You landed behind him and gave a backward kick, which threw him towards the others.
your red eyes were glowing from the sunset reflection as everyone ran towards you you started fighting taking out 10-12 people at a time.
unknowingly to you, this all was getting recorded by a person as you kicked the last second standing making your hood fall The camera captured your features glowing red eyes and long black hair in a ponytail but couldn't see your face cause of low camera quality as you charged toward the one who was holding the camera kicking him in the temple as he knocked out cold and the camera glitched.
You pick up your camera and switch to selfie mode, flashing a peace sign and spinning around to capture a 360-degree view of the unconscious bodies around you.
Suddenly, your flip phone alarm goes off, reminding you that you need to catch the train if you want to make it home today.
In a hurry, you drop the camera and grab your bag, running towards the train station. As you arrive, you barely make it inside the train before the doors close. You slump down in your seat with a deep sigh, closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath.
As you catch your breath, you suddenly recall a fleeting image of someone standing at a distance during the fight. The person had white hair and was wearing a red coat, but you couldn't quite make out their features as you were too busy fighting.
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