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It was a frozen night in the Kanto Region, where the chill seeped through the streets like a whisper of danger. The city was eerily still, save for the occasional hum of distant vehicles gliding along the asphalt. A flickering streetlight cast long shadows on the ground as a young girl, her expression a blend of terror and desperation, sprinted through the deserted alleys. Tears streamed down her bruised cheeks as she clutched her arm, a searing reminder of her tormentors.
Her heart raced as she reached a back alley, and with a burst of instinct, she ducked beside a grimy dumpster, pulling her knees to her chest. She muffled her whimpers, praying that her pursuers had lost track of her. The echoes of their laughter—cold, sadistic, and full of malice—bounced off the walls of the narrow passage.
Just as she let out a sigh of relief, her hope shattered. Strong hands seized her by the hair, yanking her from her hiding spot and dragging her out into the open. She screamed, the sound raw and desperate, her eyes wide with fear as she momentarily caught sight of her boyfriend, bruised and battered, struggling against two of the delinquents.
"No! Leave her alone!" he gasped, his voice strained but resolute.
The five delinquents circled them, grinning like vultures. One of them brandished a baseball bat, their eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "Why should we? This is just too much fun! Let's see how much pain you can take, pretty boy!" Their laughter echoed around them, cruel and intoxicating.
Before the situation could spiral further into chaos, a howl of pain shattered the air. The delinquents turned to see one of their own kneeling on the ground, clutching his groin in agony. A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in a heavy black coat with a hood that concealed their face. A mask, minimalistic and devoid of expression, covered their features, save for two slits where their eyes should be.
"Who the hell are you?" one delinquent snarled, brandishing his steel rod threateningly.
Without a word, the figure lifted the bat they had seized, swinging it with precision. The criminal screamed, the sound twisted with shock and pain as the bat connected viciously with his body. The figure showed no mercy, launching into a fluid ballet of violence that left the remaining delinquents reeling.
One charged, swinging a rod, but the figure ducked, retaliating with a powerful blow to the ribcage that made the would-be attacker buckle over, gasping for air. Using the fallen delinquent as a human shield, the figure absorbed a hit from a metal bat, the sound of bone crunching against flesh ringing in the night.
In a seamless motion, the figure crashed the wounded delinquent into a second attacker, then followed up with a roundhouse kick that sent both sprawling across the pavement. The girlfriend and her boyfriend watched, both horrified and captivated as the battle raged on.
Grabbing a second weapon, the figure transitioned into dual-wielding the bat and rod. A torrent of blows descended upon the last two delinquents, the masked avenger moving with a lithe grace that belied the brutal nature of the encounter. The two thugs swung wildly, but the figure ducked, rolled, and retaliated with a series of strikes that left the air thick with the scent of sweat and metal.
As one delinquent fell to the ground, the other lunged forward, but the figure anticipated the move. With a swift sidestep, the figure executed a flawless leg sweep that brought the last attacker crashing down. The cries of pain were music to the figure's ears as they subdued their opponents, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
But suddenly, the last delinquent raised a trembling hand, grabbing the girl as a hostage, his breath ragged with fear. "Back off or I'll hurt her!" he yelled, his bravado waning as the figure remained unfazed, simply stepping forward.
In one fluid motion, the figure hurled the metal bat at the delinquent's face with unforgiving precision—there was no room for mercy. The thug howled in agony as the bat connected, finally releasing the girl from his grasp. The momentary distraction allowed the figure to evade the counterattack, driving a knee deep into the delinquent's face.
The boy and girl stood, breathless and terrified, watching the once-overconfident bully crumble to the ground in a heap, barely conscious. Blood poured from his face, painting the pavement red as the figure loomed over him, tense with adrenaline.
With one final glance at the still-occupied street, the figure surveyed the remains of the delinquents lying on the ground, some groaning in pain, others simply out cold. It was then that they uttered the chilling words: "No mercy."
In the span of mere moments, the revelry had shifted to chaos. The figure was relentless, moving through the group of trembling thugs with an authority that demanded silence. As they unleashed their pent-up fury on the helpless delinquents, leaving them begging for mercy that would never come, the boyfriend and girlfriend could only watch, a mixture of horror and awe swirling within them.
After what felt like an eternity, the figure finally paused, scanning the aftermath of the brutal confrontation. The delinquents who had terrorized them now lay broken and defeated, their laughter replaced by whimpers.
Drawing a deep breath, the silent avenger turned to the girl and her boyfriend, their expressions a mix of fear and gratitude. The mask obscured the figure's emotions, but something in their demeanor suggested a promise—a vow to protect those who could not protect themselves.
And with that, the figure melted back into the shadows, leaving behind the echoes of a night marred by violence, yet somehow also marked by a sense of justice restored. The chilling winds swept through the alley, carrying away the last remnants of fear. In the end, the night would remember it as one when a guardian had emerged from the darkness.
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