Chapter 6: Smile of Blood
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Ken was gone. And Death Bringer's instincts only buzzed for retreat, adrenaline moving through his veins as if in a last act of survival.
So, he fixed his vision, his eyes drifting around the arena, trying to locate the enemy. It took about a second until Death Bringer caught sight of Ken, moving around the arena in circles.
He straightened his arm, its movements trying to lock on Ken's dashing figure. He thought he had it; he thought his aim was precise. But as his arm outstretched with unimaginable force towards Ken, it missed.
Ken was simply too fast.
He fixed his stance in an attempt to shrink his arm back to normal.
But before his arm could shrink back, Ken swiftly turned his direction, sprinted towards Death Bringer's retracting attack, and grabbed it with both his hands.
Death Bringer's arm began to shrink back, and with its assistance, Ken's body launched towards Death Bringer with bullet speed.
Death Bringer was stunned by the sight, so quickly, he leaned his body backward and swung his arm to the side before it could fully return, causing Ken, who was approaching from its assistance, to fall sideways from its change of direction.
Dragging on the ground with his feet, Ken straightened his stance and fixed his figure. But this time, his fighting stance seemed different. It was a stance he had never taken before; even Death Bringer noticed the change in his posture.
Two minutes ago, Ken had only seemed to be fighting like a proficient martial artist. But now, his stance felt more like he had achieved complete mastery.
But unbeknownst to Death Bringer, Ken's template fusion had increased.
[Mei Mei {16:100}]
An increase of 13%.
Ken truly had no idea how template fusion worked, but this was the only thing that seemed to bring him any type of joy. It was the only reason he had been laughing for the last few seconds.
Now, new combat skills and survival techniques had been implanted into his memory. So his brain held a certain surety that he would survive.
He dashed forward at unimaginable speed.
His cursed energy seemed to have increased by a liter, and when he used it over his body, its potency was clearer, which only gave him more strength.
Now he was faster, stronger, and more experienced.
Ken was drawing near, and Death Bringer's expression was frightened.
A man who had killed dozens, frightened by a child?
He wouldn't allow it. How could he?
But death had no age.
So he attacked Ken, who was dashing toward him, by extending his hand like a bullet. But Ken, as if copying the moves of a skilled boxer, adjusted his head to the side, his speed unchanged and his expression unshaken.
"I understand," he said in a whisper, as he grabbed Death Bringer's arm once again, and when it retreated, he used its momentum to near his figure.
Death Bringer wouldn't fall for it, so again, he leaned backward and swung his arm, an attempt at removing the little insect that was grabbing hold.
Yet, nobody was launched sideways by his attempt, no child or dead body dropped.
Ken was simply not there. He was gone.
And by instinct, Death Bringer turned his eyes to his side, only to see airborne flying scissors approaching his neck at incredible speed.
His arms quickly shrank back to normal, and he hardened his skin, causing the scissors to easily bounce off.
"I understand it now," Ken suddenly said, his body now suspended above the ground behind Death Bringer's figure, too close to his shoulders.
Death Bringer smiled as he saw him. And he launched an attack immediately, turning his body and using his quirk to extend his arm.
It ripped through the air as it approached Ken's still-airborne figure. Its intensity so vast that air lines became visible with its extension.
Ken, with nowhere to dodge, tuned his spine backward, forcing what seemed to be an impossible backflip.
Death Bringer's arm missed him by a hair as his body landed on the very ground.
Then, unexplained, Death Bringer felt a sudden pain in his chest, and as he turned his eyes downward, the impossible came into his sight.
Right there, inserted into his chest, was a surgical scissor, plain white and colourless, now only covered by the stain of his falling blood.
The crowd, the ones unexpectedly watching in silence, couldn't fathom what was happening. 'Was Death Bringer losing?' they asked themselves. Which was understandable, considering that they had never seen him bleed in any of his fights, and yet, blood was visibly flowing. Its red was undeniable.
"Even gods bleed," Ken mocked, noticing the disbelief on Death Bringer's face.
'Scissors, where did they come from?' was probably his only thought.
And that's when a realization ran through his mind that the child before him knew his quirk. He had figured it out.
But how did he do it? The question still lingered, unanswered, unjust.
Then, as if the return of a demon, Ken didn't stop. He dashed forward.
Death Bringer's eyes widened as he decided to focus on defense.
Then he looked back and frowned as he noticed that his instincts were correct. Ken was simply a distraction. He wanted to be attacked. Because other scissors, coming from God knows where, were flying toward his body.
So he hardened his skin, causing them to bounce off.
But as he turned his eyes back to the front, in an attempt to look back at the enemy, Ken was already too close.
And he launched an attack at Death Bringer, the scissors he was holding, aiming at an area most humans would consider taboo or simply unjust. He was aiming at the testicles.
Before Death Bringer could prevent it, before he could harden his skin, the sharp blades of scissors embraced the skin, inserting themselves within his reproductive organ.
He kneeled forward in pain as his blood poured out.
Yet, the demon didn't stop.
He swiped the scissors like blades, as they cut off Death Bringer's testicles completely, leaving him with nothing but fading remembrance.
Even the male audience felt Death Bringer's pain when it happened.
But Ken, overtaken by dominance, continued.
He took the same scissors he had used to remove the testicles, and he inserted them inside the hole that was left behind by the fallen balls of flesh.
Death Bringer couldn't even think of an attack. How could he?
The pain he was feeling was a man's biggest fear.
So he screamed, his voice housing nothing but the sounds of absolute terror.
Ken lifted his hand and placed it inside of Death Bringer's screaming mouth, pulled down the lower jaw, and with his other hand, he removed the scissor that was once inserted into Death Bringer's chest, and blood poured from the wound.
He held it in a comforting position, then launched it toward his eye, twisting its handle as it entered. It created a popping sound, and blood seeped out.
Letting go of it, Ken moved his hand to his cloak, took out another pair of scissors from his pockets, and stabbed Death Bringer in the other left eye, completely blinding him.
Lifting his feet and stamping them on Death Bringer's chest, Ken laughed himself backward, creating distance.
Standing up and fixing his stance, he turned to his victim.
Kneeling there, fallen on his knees, blood seeping from four large holes. He was weak, dying.
And he knew it. So he wasn't crying anymore, just grunting in pain.
The once fat, indestructible baby, now leaking, becoming a corpse.
Ken turned his eyes to his hands, which were now covered in blood.
He knew it wasn't over.
This was the Gauntlet. A place without escape.
The only way to walk out of battle is if you win or die.
And Ken had already ensured his fate.
Looking at his hand and lifting a finger, Ken moved it towards his mask. And carefully, slowly, he drew over it. He drew a simple smile.
Turning his head to the crowd, everyone couldn't help but acknowledge his presence.
He was short, with a beautiful figure that could easily be mistaken for an angel.
But those dark red, widely opened eyes spoke words of difference.
Standing there, facing them directly.
They did not blink; nor did they move; nor did they try to slumber; they were just.
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