Nowan roared and lunged, his thick arms swinging in wild, heavy arcs meant to crush bone.
Each punch carried raw strength, enough to break a desk in two if it landed. But to Seijirou, it was nothing. He tilted his head slightly, letting the fist whistle past his ear.
He shifted his feet, body relaxed, weaving smoothly between Nowan's blows. His hazel eyes were sharp, calm, almost bored, as if he were watching a child throwing a tantrum.
"You fight like a drunk uncle," Seijirou muttered, his voice cutting through Nowan's heavy breathing.
"Shut the hell up!" Nowan roared, swinging again, veins bulging from his temple.
But then Seijirou decided he'd played enough. His right fist shot out, a clean jab that cracked against Nowan's cheek.
In the same motion, his elbow followed, smashing into Nowan's temple. A knee came next, driving into Nowan's ribs with the precision of Muay Thai.
His movements were sharp, explosive, and merciless, every strike landing exactly where it hurt most.
"Too slow." His words were as sharp as his strikes.
Nowan staggered back, clutching his side, but Seijirou didn't let up. He stepped in, clinched Nowan's head with both hands, and drove his knee into his stomach, the impact loud and sickening.
Then another knee to the chest, another to the jaw, until Nowan's face twisted in pain.
"Argh!" Nowan screamed, blood and spit flying from his mouth as he stumbled, nose already broken from a brutal elbow that came next.
He fell to one knee, groaning, clutching his face, but his hand brushed against something cold on the floor.
His eyes widened. A metal pipe.
Seizing it with trembling fingers, Nowan pushed himself up, fury burning in his eyes.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!" He raised the pipe high above his head and swung down with all his strength, the air whistling as it cut through.
But Seijirou was faster. His hand shot up, catching the pipe mid–swing, his grip ironclad.
The metal stopped just inches from his skull. The sound of straining steel filled the room as Nowan tried to force it down, but it didn't budge.
Seijirou looked him dead in the eyes, calm, almost disappointed. "Pathetic."
With one sharp twist, he wrenched the pipe free from Nowan's hands and tossed it aside.
Before Nowan could react, Seijirou's hand shot forward, grabbing the back of his head. He pulled him down, his knee already rising.
Crack!
The first impact drove into Nowan's nose, blood bursting out instantly.
Crack!
The second slammed into his teeth, knocking a few loose, blood spraying across the floor.
Crack!
The third caved into his forehead, Nowan's body jerking from the force.
Seijirou didn't stop. He kept slamming Nowan's face against his knee, over and over, the sound of bone breaking echoing through the abandoned building.
Each strike was precise, controlled, meant to destroy without waste.
Nowan's screams turned into gargled moans, his body weakening, arms flailing uselessly.
Blood poured down his face, dripping onto Seijirou's pants and the floor beneath them.
The once–boastful leader of Yurei High was now nothing more than a bleeding mess, clutched in Seijirou's grip like prey in the jaws of a predator.
Seijirou finally let go, shoving him back. Nowan collapsed onto the ground, coughing, his face swollen, unrecognizable, teeth scattered on the floor, blood pooling beneath his head.
The entire building went silent. Dozens of Yurei gang members froze, their weapons hanging limply in their hands, eyes wide in disbelief.
Even Renji, Sakai, Shou, and Suzune paused for a moment, watching their boss tower over Nowan like a conqueror.
Seijirou adjusted his blazer, breathing steady, his expression unreadable. He looked down at Nowan, who was struggling to even lift his head, his swollen eyes barely open.
"Stand up," Seijirou said coldly. "Or stay down and admit you're nothing."
Nowan groaned, spitting blood, his pride forcing him to try to rise despite his broken body.
His arms shook as he pressed against the floor, teeth gritted, but his strength failed. He collapsed again, face smacking against the blood–soaked ground.
"Pathetic." Seijirou looked in disdain.
The silence was deafening until Seijirou spoke again, his voice low, commanding, like a verdict.
"This place is mine now. Anyone who doesn't like it can join him."
He stepped back, wiping the blood off his hands on a discarded shirt, his gaze sweeping over the stunned delinquents.
None dared move. None dared speak.
Renji whistled low, grinning. "Damn, boss. You didn't just win. You erased him."
Sakai smirked, adjusting his shades. "Yurei High just lost its king. And gained a new one."
Shou cracked his neck, looking down at the unconscious Nowan. "He should've known better."
Suzune smiled brightly, almost teasing. "Seijirou, you're too cruel. But damn, you look so cool."
Seijirou didn't reply. He simply looked at the broken man at his feet and then at the terrified crowd around them.
Inside, his thoughts were steady, calculating.
'I see. It seems like Seijirou's personality has really affected me.'
Renji cracked his knuckles, still riding the high of victory, and stepped forward with a sneer.
He waved his arm toward the bloodied Nowan and his retreating underlings, barking, "Oi! Get lost! The boss doesn't want to see your ugly faces again. Out! And take this trash with you!"
The Yurei boys didn't even dare argue.
They grabbed their boss, Nowan, and scrambled like rats, tripping over each other as they fled the abandoned building, dragging their injured comrades with them.
Their earlier bravado evaporated, replaced with pure fear.
But as the crowd of delinquents began to clear, Sakai raised his arm, halting the few girls who had been hanging off Yurei's crew.
His shades caught the light as his lips curled into a mocking grin.
"Not you girls. You stay." His tone was cold and absolute, and the girls froze in terror.
They clutched their bags, trembling, glancing between each other, but none dared to move against his order.
Sakai chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with amusement. "What's wrong? Your boyfriends left you behind. Guess they weren't worth much after all."
Renji let out a bark of laughter, licking his lips as he eyed them up and down. "Heh, look at them shaking. Like little lambs waiting for the butcher."
He glanced back at Seijirou, his grin turning even wider. "Boss, go on, take your pick. You earned it."
The girls' eyes widened in fear at his words, their trembling growing worse as their gazes darted toward Seijirou.
Seijirou stood there, blazer hanging open, his hazel eyes scanning the group. His mind was calm, steady.
He remembered all too well what this very scene represented in the game—the starting point of some of the darkest routes, where Seijirou's path spiraled into full depravity.
In this route, after Seijirou and his gang humiliated the Yurei High, they went and conquered it, becoming its boss.
And it was through them, that Seijirou gained the idea of starting his own red light district for highschoolers like them, and even offered up highschool girls for some old businesses men and old politicians.
The heroines he had played with was completely broken.
He remembered that one heroine, whom unlike others that Seijirou forcefully took, was taken by him using his words and sweet talk.
And that naive heroine have fallen in love with Seijirou and even willingly offered herself to a group of old politicians under Seijirou's command.
She was so in love with him that she was willing to do anything.
He suffered from depression when he was playing that route.
Staring at his friends, Seijirou shook his head slowly, his tone blunt but commanding. "Not interested. Do it inside the building if you want. Keep it out of my sight."
The girls blinked, relief and confusion flashing across their faces. Renji and Sakai looked at each other, momentarily surprised.
Then their grins returned, wider, sharper, laced with mockery.
"What's this, boss?" Renji drawled, stepping closer, his tone teasing. "Don't tell me you've gone soft? Or maybe you've really gone celibate!"
Sakai burst out laughing, slapping his thigh. "Celibate! That's rich! The infamous Kageyama Seijirou, scourge of Shunji High, suddenly a monk? Hah! What's next, boss, you gonna take vows and shave your head?"
They both laughed lustfully, but there was no real challenge in their tone. They knew better than to press their leader too hard.
Seijirou remained expressionless, shrugging one shoulder. "Believe what you want. Just don't drag me into your mess."
Renji smirked and waved the girls toward the building.
"You heard the boss. Inside. Now." His voice was sharp and cruel, and the trembling girls obeyed, their legs weak as they shuffled into the darkened interior.
Sakai followed, still chuckling, his shades glinting as he muttered, "Celibate, huh? Guess more for us."
But then, to Seijirou's mild surprise, Shou—the quiet, gloomy one—dragged himself away from the wall he had been leaning on.
His eyes were half-lidded as always, but for once, his movements had intent. He yawned lazily, scratching the back of his head as he trailed behind Sakai and Renji.
Renji glanced back at him, amused. "Oi, Shou. Didn't know you had it in you. Don't tell me you've been holding out this whole time."
Shou didn't answer. He just muttered, almost under his breath. "Too noisy out here,"
He then stepped into the building with the others, the door creaking shut behind them.
The silence that followed was heavy.
Suzune, who had been leaning casually against the wall with her arms crossed, tilted her head and fixed Seijirou with a knowing smirk.
Her golden-brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she teased, "Well, well… Seijirou. You really did change, didn't you? Passing up fresh meat like that. Don't tell me Renji's right and you've actually gone celibate."
She leaned closer, her voice playful but edged with curiosity. "Or maybe… you've just become picky?"
Seijirou met her gaze calmly, his expression unreadable, "Maybe. If they aren't as pretty as you, then I'm out."
He took a stick of cigarette, lit it up, and exhaled a stream of smoke, letting the silence stretch before adding. "Anyway, I'm really not in the mood right now. Maybe I should get a girlfriend and not some sex friends."
Suzune's smirk grew, almost predatory, as she poked his chest with her finger. "Girlfriend? Well, I'm always here. Just say it, and I'll be yours."
Seijirou paused, his eyes landed on her face.
She suddenly pulled back, laughing softly, her voice light but her eyes sharp.
"Just kidding." She chuckled, "It would be bad if you took my words seriously and actually bring me to your bed."
Seijirou observed her for a few seconds, before shaking his head.
He then turned towards the building as cries and moans began to sound. His cheek twitched in annoyance.
Seems like they'd be here for quite awhile.