The Seventh Case

Chapter 2

The party seemed to tense up as they felt the aura around the six year old boy change completely.

Kazuto looked up and they saw his flaming red eyes and the sadistic grin on his face. The little boy's body was trembling - not in fear, but almost seemed like excitement. Out of the blue, he threw his head back in laughter, sending an eerie feeling across their minds. They stared blankly at one another and Kazuto placed the katana on his shoulder. It was nothing to be surprised about, but one does does not spot a six year old single-handedly lift a weapon that is held in two hands efficiently by an average grown person.

"What is it? How long are you going to make Ore-sama wait?", he asked, sending a smirk filled with malice as he tapped his foot impatiently.

"He's a kid after all. He could stop our attacks, but he couldn't lift his weapon against us. We are safe. We came to kill them. We will kill them", the man in the front stated as his comrades renewed their confidence and held their weapons menacingly.

"Let's go! One strike at a time!", he roared as he charged at the boy in front of him. Kazuto smirked yet again, and it infuriated the plunderer for the fact that irrespective of his insults and threats, the smirk on the boy's face changed repeatedly, but never vanished.

He thrust his sword towards Kazuto's chest, knowing that even if he was exceptionally gifted in the field of swordsmanship, he was at a disadvantage in the field of physical strength owing to his age. Kazuto slammed his katana against the plunderer's and rolled under the gap of his legs. The older man was under the influence that the child would attempt to attack him from behind, but to his horrific surprise, he thrust his katana straight into the scrotum of the plunderer.

The latter could not understand what had traversed in the last few moments, but searing pain coursed through his body as he yelled out loud in pain. The boy had not removed his weapon and the smirk was still plastered on his face. A few seconds later, he pulled the weapon out of his body, but not by the same way it had entered it, but by tearing through his stomach painfully, which left a huge vertical incision in his private parts, and the man dropped dead. The others winced on seeing the depth at which he had pierced their comrade.

"Well then, who is going to kick the bucket next?", he drawled as he twirled his katana. Without another option, as death would be the end result even if they scurried back to their base, the others charged at Kazuto.

"Fun times approach", was the voice which Suguha heard as she peeked through the doors and saw a small body holding a katana dripping in blood.

Around An Hour Later

Suguha had informed the police the second she saw Kazuto with their grandfather's katana. The police had made their way within a few minutes and it was not long before they had to open the door.

"Is anyone alive?", an officer asked the occupants, rapping on the door with his fist. He pressed his ear to the door and brought his finger to his lips as the reporters as well as his co-workers became silent. The heavy breathing of one occupant was prevalent and Suguha charged forward and tapped the door repeatedly. The officer closest to the door swiftly scooped her up in his hands.

"Little girl! Do not stand here. Go back! You don't know who is inside!", he admonished her and she shook her head so violently he felt as if her head might drop out of her neck.

"No! My Onii-chan is inside. ONII-CHAN!! COME OUTSIDE!!", she yelled again, through her soft tears as she banged on the doors through the policeman's grasp.

The boy quickly surged forward with his katana in his hand and flung the door open. Everyone screeched as they saw him coated from head to toe in blood, and the bloody katana in his hand did not help matters at all.