Chapter 3: The Bullet

I picked up the broom and began to sweep the dirt out of the store room. Mikomi was dusting the shelves and other items, and Akira was sorting, stacking and putting the things away. After I had swept out half of the gunk I picked up the broom and began to swing it around.

"Shinsei Wins! He has surpassed every Kendo Master in existence, and has claimed the title of Kendo Grand Master!" I said twirling it around me them grinning at Akira and Mikomi.

"Idiot, we have to finish cleaning this otherwise we have to come back tomorrow. I don't know about you two, but I actually have a life." Akira growled.

"It's just a bit of fun, if we don't have fun, what's the point of life?" I asked.

Akira scowled and went back to stacking rags into a pile.

"Could you….teach me how to do a bit of Kendo?" Mikomi asked timidly.

I looked at him then grabbed onto his upper arm.

"What's this? Your biceps are tiny! Don't you do any exercise?" I raised an eyebrow.

Mikomi pulled his arm out of my loose grasp.

"If you don't think I can just say so, I haven't really been able to do much." He said looking to the ground.

Akira glanced in his direction then noticed me and scowled again, turning to her job once more.

"No no no!" I said smiling broadly. "We just need to put strength into those muscles, and you have the makings of great Kendo Master! You see if your muscles are small but strong, your body will have no excess muscle weight, making you really fast."

I picked up the broom, and then swung it down with all my strength, stopping just before the ground.

"There are three vital things needed to become skilled at Kendo. The first as I just showed you is control. Control can be achieved simply through practice, I could certainly give you a few drills that would give you control quicker, but it will still take time to get as good as myself." I then lifted the broom and rested it on my right shoulder. "Now pick up those tennis balls beside you. Akira would you mind helping me with the next demonstration?"

Mikomi picked up three of the balls, and Akira reluctantly picked up two.

"Now throw them as fast as you can at me." I smiled.

Before Mikomi had lifted a finger two balls were speeding toward me. It surprised me, but I still managed to slice them both out of the air with two quick strokes of the broom.

Mikomi stood dumb founded and dropped the three tennis balls.

"Wow! You are way stronger then you look!" I said then laughed.

Akira gritted her teeth.

"Oh? I don't look tough to you? You think I am just a weak girl? You sexist bastard!" Akira yelled.

In a flash three more tennis balls were speeding toward me. I slashed two from the air, then ducked, the third skimming my hair. I heard a thud and a small bang. I turned to the wall. The third ball thrown was scorched and through the middle stood a knife. I turned back to Akira with wide eyes. There was a long moment of silence. Akira's eyes had gone from bored and annoyed to deadly and loathing.

"Uh I think that's enough of the speed demonstration." I said. "If we continue I could find myself bruised and cut all over!"

I laughed and Akira tensed even more.

"Speed generates power, so even if you aren't strong, you can still pack a punch. Although…" Then something out of the window caught my eye. Five black cars had pulled up outside the store room we were cleaning.

"Akira, withdraw your knife from the wall and protect Mikomi." Akira frowned and stared at me. "It is probably nothing, but if I don't come back, I suggest you get ready for a fight."

And with that I turned to the door broom in hand, and opened it.

I was greeted by a knife thrust at my belly. I guided the knife away from my belly with the broom.

"Wow there must be at least fifteen of you!" I whistled.

In front of me stood ten men armed with knives and seven armed with swords. The way they held their weapons I could tell they were all amateurs, having run into many of their type before, mostly after I had bested them in Kendo with ease, humiliating them.

"Hey kid. If you know what's good for you, you should abandon the boy in that shed, we promise we won't pursue you. We are only after the Eleventh Vongola!" A black haired man wielding a sword said.

A knife sped past my ear and imbedded itself in the man's stomach, his shirt catching fire. He felt to the ground screaming in pain, as the fire burned his skin around the knife wound. The other sixteen faltered.

"I suggest you back off Shinsei, I will deal with them." Akira said in a deadly quite tone.

I laughed and she turned her cold gaze to me.

"No can do. You can only have so many knives, and I think you don't have the sixteen required to take them all out at a distance so, how about you back me up?" And without waiting for an answer I had struck a nearby attacker in the jaw with the wooden end of the broom.

I then took the broom to the groin of another nearby man, and before he had crumpled to the ground poked another in the eye with the blunt end of the broom. I turned and deflected a knife aimed at my gut, and almost instantly another knife imbedded itself in the back of my attacker, creating a large spark, but this time not setting the man's clothes ablaze. I hit another man in the back of the neck and as he crumpled I realised we had taken out around half of their forces already. The other half had clearly had enough and was retreating. A knife struck a man in the quadriceps and I turned to Akira.

"They are running away Akira! We have beaten them, just calm down." Then I heard a click.

I turned and there was Mikomi, with a man holding a gun to his head.

"D-d-d-drop your weapons or I will blow this kid's brains out!" The man said.

"I would hardly call a broom a weapon!" I said laughing none the less putting it on the ground.

Akira met the man with a cold glance, slowly took out knives from her boots, pants, even her cleavage, and discarded them to the ground.

"Good." The man said.

He then pulled the trigger on the gun. The shot resonated. Rage filled me and I picked up my weapon, and seeing Akira do the same, rushed the man.

Then suddenly orange flames began to plume from Mikomi's head. His clothes seemed be incinerated, save for his boxers. He got to his feet to the disbelief of the attacker and me and Akira.

"REBORN!" Mikomi yelled loudly. "I WILL HELP MY NEW FRIENDS WITH MY DYING WILL!"

And he turned to the man who had just shot him. He pulled his fist back and gave him a king hit to the face. His attacker flew into the wall of the store room, shelves collapsing on top of him. Then he dragged the man out from under the shelves and threw him out the door. Then he began doing something very odd. He began to dust and sort and sweep at a very high speed. Akira and I stood in disbelief at what was happening. After around five minutes the place was sorted and spotless. The flames that blazed on Mikomi's head suddenly burnt out. I noticed that Akira's mouth was slightly ajar, and realised I had a bewildered look on my face.

"So…" I managed to say.

"So…" Akira mirrored.

"Well…I am meant to be the Eleventh generation boss of a mafia group." Mikomi said weakly. "Surprise?"