𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓| 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ?❦

The crowd fell into a stunned silence, their collective gasp hanging in the air like a dense fog.
Time seemed to slow as Takemichi's fist connected with Mikey's face, the sheer force of the blow sending Mikey reeling backward.

The impact was so unexpected, so powerful, that it left everyone breathless, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Mikey stumbled, his usually composed and infallible demeanor momentarily shattered.

His body lurched as he tried to regain his footing, the ground seeming to shift beneath him.

The intensity of the moment was palpable; even the murmurs of the crowd had quieted to a hushed reverence.

The dark aura that had surrounded the other blonde as he seem to waver for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he wiped the blood from his split lip.

The crowd watched in silent anticipation, their eyes shifting between Takemichi's defiant stance and Mikey's struggling composure.

With a snarl, Mikey straightened himself, his expression hardening into a mask of fierce determination.

The brief moment of vulnerability had passed, and now the fury in his eyes was more intense than ever.

"Don't think you're so high and mighty just because of one measly punch," Mikey scoffed, his tone laced with a cold, bitter edge.
The words seemed to echo around the arena, carrying with them the weight of his disdain and defiance.

He spat out a glob of blood onto the ground, the act both a sign of his disdain for the pain he had endured and a challenge to Takemichi.

The blood mixed with the dirt and grime of the battleground, a vivid reminder of the brutal nature of their confrontation.

"You think you've achieved something significant?"
Mikey continued, his voice a low growl.
"One punch isn't enough to change anything. It's not enough to topple me or this fight.
You're still outmatched, still outclassed."

The arrogance in his demeanor was almost palpable, a stark contrast to the blood staining his lips.

As Takemichi and Mikey continued their intense exchange, their voices dropped to a low murmur, barely audible over the chaos surrounding them.

The tension between them was palpable, and though you strained to catch snippets of their conversation, much of it was lost to the ambient noise of the crowd and the ongoing battle.

But then, amid the fragmented conversation, you heard a term that made your heart skip a beat.

The words "second time leaper" reached your ears, and with them, the full weight of their meaning crashed over you like a tidal wave.

"Shinichiro was a... time leaper?"
you gasped, your eyes widening in disbelief.

The revelation was staggering, the implication far beyond anything you had anticipated.
The notion that Shinichiro, someone who had been such a pivotal figure, had the ability to manipulate time was both profound and unsettling.

Your mouth hung open in shock, the enormity of the revelation leaving you momentarily paralyzed.
The very idea that such a powerful and mysterious force had been a part of your world, hidden in plain sight, was almost too much to process.