Warning: This chapter starts this story on a darker streak. Viewer discretion is advised (I'll be putting warnings on the heavier chapters, just consider this warning to be a "are you still watching" kinda thing, I guess)
He felt and heard the satisfying crack of a nose being broken. After disobeying him, he felt his underlings needed punishment. He laughed as they writhed in pain on the ground.
"Oh?" he giggled. "You're taking this way too hard, big guy! Lighten up, your nose is only broken!" He picked up the squirming adult by the hem of his shirt. "At least it wasn't something important." Narrowing his eyes, he threw his underling back onto the ground, picking up a sledgehammer. "At least I didn't break your toes." He ran the hammer along the man's leg. "Or your legs." He stopped at his chest. "Or your lungs." He laughed maniacally again. "You better get your a-"
"Tendo!" a commanding voice interrupted him.
"Ah, saved by the kid in skinny jeans," Tendo chortled. "What do you want, huh?"
"I want your men to still have their lungs," the "kid" ordered. "They know where Shoyo is." He looked to the men and women lined up, beaten within an inch of their life. "So? How did he escape?"
One of the underlings grunted, the one with the warping quirk. "That runt got away with a tall, skinny kid."
"That runt is my best friend," the boy snapped. "You should watch your tongue when speaking about him in front of me. If you want to keep it, that is." With his hands behind his back, he walked over to Tendo. "You may kill all of them except for the warping one. He's the only one useful to us now."
Tendo licked his lips. "Thank goodness. I thought you wanted these losers to stay alive."
The boy walked away, the screeches and howls of grown men and women being slaughtered trailing behind him.