I looked around the rooftop patiently.
Info guy clenched his fists in grim determination, his eyes darting around for any unexpected attack as a bead of sweat already glistened on his face.
I looked forward to see tattoo kid smirking haughtily, another cigarette in his hand that he pulled out from god knows where. There were about 18 of them in total, only a quarter of them looked like they were actually worth anything though. If all of them were like the DIY dreadhead that I rearranged the face of earlier in the cafeteria, then the odds were still leaning in my favor.
The only outlier is Mr. Yakuza, still smirking and holding his cigarette like a stereotypical starter villain in a manga.
"How long are you gonna stand there smirking like a dumbass? Do I have to press triangle to start the cutscene, or are you just fucking retarded?"
My mocking voice traveled across the rooftop uncaringly as I started stretching my arms and legs. This would be a good warmup for Heejee, or whatever the fuck the name of my last target was.
Tattoo boy crushed the cigarette in his hand and snarled before roaring to his lackeys.
"I've had enough of listening to your shit. SMASH THIS FUCKER'S HEAD IN!!"
They all rushed towards us.
The one who reached me first was a fat kid with a lion tattoo on his forearm. I lashed out my leg, clocking him right on the jaw and sending one of his front teeth flying, blood splurting and his body falling backwards before landing on the floor with a thud.
They didn't relent, a tall and lanky fucker with bleached hair throwing a wild haymaker aimed to bust my skull open. I ducked under it before twisting my upper body and plowing my fist into his liver, his knees crashing on the ground like an anchor.
It was a nonstop blend of dodging and destroying the opposition with either a shattering kick or an exploding punch in retaliation. More and more blood coated my fists and shined my designer shoes, the concrete rooftop splattered with the drying blood and pained groans of the third years.
I wasn't paying much attention to info guy, but whenever I did, he was barely holding his own against two third years.
It seemed like they sent all their force after me, deeming me the bigger threat. But it wasn't enough.
"YOU USELESS FUCKS CANT BEAT A FIRST YEAR?! HURRY UP AND BASH THEIR FUCKING BRAINS IN!!"
I have to give him props, he was smarter than he looked.
Tattoo kid knew how to use his lackeys, the strategy of tiring me out with his minions before fighting me at the end wasn't bad. But what he didn't realize, was that endurance tactics simply didn't work on me.
I tensed my legs before catapulting myself off the ground, leaping into the air and spinning before crashing my foot against the buff kid with green, shaggy hair that was giving info guy a hard time. I didn't stop to watch the consciousness fully leave his eyes, kicking off of the ground right when my foot landed in the direction of the last one he was fighting, a bald, skinny kid with glasses.
I cocked my fist back before shooting it forward, slamming my knuckles right in the middle of his solar plexus. Spit spluttered out of his gaping mouth like a kid's goldfish before it died after two days of buying it. I kicked his foot from under him, flipping him like a tortilla in the air before plowing my fist into his face, breaking his glasses and forcing the back of his skull to kiss the concrete with a loud bang.
I turned to info guy, my fists dripping with wet blood.
"Stand back. You did enough."
I patted his face, dirtying it with blood as he stared at me in barely concealed fear. He absentmindedly nodded, and I directed my attention at the ones left.
There were only three of them, two more dregs and then the boss battle.
Tattoo kid didn't look amused, his face contorted with rage. There was a hint of apprehension in his eyes, though — he recognized that I wouldn't be an easy fight for him.
"You're better than I thought, kid, I give you that. But you're a hundred years too early before you can fuck with me."
He shoved his last two minions out of the way and started walking toward me. I obliged and starting closing the distance between us as well, walking unhesitatingly.
"I could've beat you like a little bitch three years ago, let alone today. You'll find out real soon that those tattoos of yours won't save you from getting your teeth knocked out."
I grinned mockingly, tattoo kid snarling and rushing toward me with his hands outstretched to grab me.
So he's a wrestler, interesting.
I sent a spartan kick speeding towards his face as he closed in desperately. He narrowly moved his head to the side before snaking his arm out to grab a hold of my outstretched leg. I pulled it back instantly before blitzing to the side and catapulting my fist into his face at the same time before it slammed into his cheek.
He looked me in the eyes and smiled crazily, pushing his face against my fist before tensing his thick muscles and rushing toward me again like a crack addict seeing free cocaine.
I back stepped and the air screamed as my fist tore through it before slamming into his jaw, shutting his crazy smile instantly with an uppercut. He ate it like breakfast and only stopped for a split second, grabbing me by the same arm I hit him with and pulling me toward him.
I let him, moving with his momentum before spinning and slamming my elbow deep into his nose. He staggered then, blood splurting everywhere as the cartilage broke instantly. I didn't relent, pummeling the same spot on his face with the same fist like a hand cannon.
He still didn't let go, however, and quickly bear hugged me from behind with a battle roar before lifting me up, aiming to suplex me and crack my skull against the floor.
What am I doing, letting a fucker like this hold me up so much?
I let out a sliver.
I remembered the weakness, the light slowly leaving my mother's eyes, her brain matter exploding all over the ground as that fat fucker's boot stomped her skull in with a gleeful grin on his face, and I let out more of my rage.
I felt hot, a burning, seething, blood boiling heat deep within my veins.
There was no more strategy in my head, no more tactics.
I stretched my hand out as he hurled me towards the floor, forcefully cushioning the impact. I didn't even register the pain, twisting forcefully from his grasp before my knuckles exploded into his jaw, his body slumping and his eyes blurring for a moment before he quickly regained consciousness.
By then, however, the other fist already landed, sending his head bouncing off the ground like a basketball as blood splurt out of his mouth.
I stood up and lifted my shoe before crashing it down onto his already broken nose, dampening the bottom of it with even more blood. He groaned with pain, rolling over to his side and trying to protect his face.
It didn't stop me from kicking his jaw like a football, sending two of his teeth flying out of his mouth and rolling onto the rooftop floor. His eyes were watering now as pleas for mercy started blubbering out of his blood filled mouth.
"P-pleav, sthop, I gib ub!! STHOP!! PLEAV!!"
I mounted on top of him before forcefully tearing away the hand blocking his face and burying my fist into it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And a-
I turned back instantly, my hand raised to break the jaw of whoever stopped me from throwing another punch.
I stopped it at the last moment when I realized it was info guy.
He flinched before speaking to me hurriedly.
"T-the fight, it's over boss — you'll kill him if you keep going."
His eyes were glued to the floor, not daring to look at me.
I leaned my head back and took a deep breath in, sucking all the air into my lungs before slowly exhaling from my mouth.
I needed to calm down.
Anger was a useful tool, that was it. I couldn't allow myself to be controlled by it, or I would simply be nothing more than a mindless beast. I quenched the fire of rage that threatened to engulf me into a simmering flame, but it was still there.
I wanted to hurt someone.
I gave my artwork another glance.
His face was unrecognizable with all the blood and bruises covering it. His eyes were swollen shut with tears streaming down it, his mouth leaking blood as he wheezed for air, his chest barely rising and falling.
I turned toward the two dregs that were left.
""CONGRATULATIONS, BOSS!!""
Their eyes were glued to the floor, their waist bent 90 degrees as they bowed toward me.
It wouldn't save them from a beating, but I'll hit them only half as much.