Heaving footsteps, heavy breathing, ragged, rough. This man was just walking normally on the street just like any other person that was there, yet his presence attracted everyone's eyes on him like he was performing a hand stand.
His big burly muscles and body structure was enough to obstruct two people, tall enough that his eyes were higher than most shop stands in the area.
"Steroids?" Some of the bystanders thoughts to themselves, but no, this kind of body was impossible to even come by with just any performance enhancing drugs.
As he was walking, he grabbed a bottle of alcohol from a random stand.
The old man that was running the stand shouted, "Hey! Sonny boy! That's not for fre-..." His words were cut off as the man simply looked at him, oozing with malice. The bystanders shrieked in fear for they don't know what he was going to do. He raised his hands and formed his fingers in a flicking position.
He lets go- producing such a loud sound and the bottle of alcohol split in half so cleanly, it was impossible to determine that it was damaged by something so simple as a finger flick. The man drank it all till its empty and tossed it straight to the man's shop, breaking a couple of bottles.
The old man fell on his back, stunned and scared of the situation, "Y- you can have it for free boy. On me! It's on me!" He suddenly felt a warm liquid beneath him, not realizing that he pissed himself in front of this gigantic man.
"Hey there mister..." A young boy, tapped on this huge man's shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. "This place is called a marketplace you know? Ma-r-ket-p-lace. You know what that means right? It means that you pay for things using money. Do you understand what that means or are your muscles so developed it blocked your brains to even understand what I'm saying?"
His callous, straightforward response gave some chuckles to the crowd around them, but at the same time also fear. How can this young boy, who is nearly double his size, look up at him and scold him right after everyone saw how big, burly and strong he was?
"...What did you say?" This gigantic husk of a man lowered his face down. "You must not know who I am kid." The man placed his right hand on the boy's head and gripped it. His gigantic hand seemingly swallowing his entire head. "Torvald Costa is my name, me and my brother run these streets. Whatever I say goes. What can a puny guy like you do huh?"
"Well... something like this I suppose." It was just for a second, but the grip on the young boy's head loosened up and Torvald fell to his knees and passed out.
...
Later bystanders in the area all said the same thing after the police arrived. "That boy? I mean, when you see a bear and a dog, you think the bear would win right? I mean it has the power, size and those fists that it has. But that boy, that dog won? I mean one thing we thought the big guy was gonna crush his head, but a second later, the big guy just, drops! I don't even know what to say to that."
The detectives interviewing these bystanders sighed, one of them spoke up, "So, where is this boy now?"
"I don't know. He just disappeared right when the police arrived. The big guy was just pissing himself after the kid left."
The room cumulatively sighed as this repeated questions and same answers were given in the scene.
...
In an office of the police department, "Hey, Goki, can you get a read on this? I know you're working on another case but the detectives are just on a dead-end." One of the detectives called out.
"Huh? Why should I work on this? This doesn't help anyone or anything, this is just your curiosity being fed." Goki exclaimed.
"Yeah but this is Torvald you know!" He taps his hand on the folder. "One of the Costa brothers that run some of the gangs in the area. We've been looking into arresting him for months now and he just drops straight into our arms. Torvald is one thing but if that other guy that brought down Torvald is also a gangster, then wouldn't we be in deep shit?" The detective sits down on his computer and sends a file over to Goki, "Come on, just look at this footage."
Goki sighs and raises his hand as if giving up, "Alright fine. You've got a point there."
He started watching the video that didn't even last ten seconds, he rewatched it one time, surprised, and then two more times, five, then ten, and he doesn't even realize it but he's been scanning that ten second clip for about an hour.
Goki felt the hair on his arm stand up. "You've got to be kidding me." The first words he say after analyzing. "Hedan, where was this incident at?"
"It's near the 4th station. Why? You got some clues?" Hedan replied.
"No, but I've got a good idea of why this happened." Goki started scanning the documents and the reports about Torvald.
"Why? Come on you gotta let me in on this. What did you find?"
Goki's eyes widened, "I was off by two..."
"You know, I really hate when you do that cryptic shit."
Goki smiled nervously as he looked at Hedan. "Torvald was hit six times in a second and anyone could barely see it. This footage of the CCTV doesn't do what was done justice."
"Wait six times? H- how is that even possible?"
"When I was watching the footage I thought it was a punch or a kick to Torvald's chin that made him pass out. Thing is, Torvald pissed himself when we got there which mean that he was conscious when we got there." Goki swallowed his dry saliva, "According to the reports, there was six different places in Goki's body where there were signs of bruising. His temple, chin, throat, and three areas on his stomach."
"You're not saying..?"
"Yeah this kid hit all of those spots in less than a second. Assuming he hits his temple first, enough to shake his body, then the chin, causing his brain to bounce around that skull of his making him fall over, his throat to prevent him from screaming and three shots to the solar plexus, enough to make him stop breathing, speak and inch him closer to what it feels like to die."
"That's... ridiculous."
"If I'm right then..." Goki felt sweat pouring off of his body. "Then 'that' must be coming back."
"What is-"
Suddenly, the whole police station's phones started ringing. The detectives, police and everyone in the station suddenly started panicking.
"There's a bunch of deranged guys attacking in the central park!"
"What!? A brawl near station 4!?"
"All hands on deck, countless reports of people fighting in the Edelweiss mall!"
The calls, the frantic and panic never seemed to stop. It was as if something big was to happen.
"Why... I thought that thing was supposed to have disappeared 10 years ago... Why is this coming back!?" Goki felt fear, he gripped his chest, hidden beneath his clothes, a large vertical scar that spans from his right collarbone to his upper thigh. The scar was so clean as if it was something surgically done for design, but to Goki, it was something that came from hands of an actual human being.
Hedan felt shivers, there was only one thing that made his senior Goki feel that much fear. "Coming back!? You mean..." Hedan recalled his earlier days in the police force when "The Thrones of Rome tournament!?"
...
A young boy was walking home, a plastic bag by his right side filled with fruits, vegetables and meat. "Ouch, ouch, ouch, my feet hurts... I thought his muscles were just for show but it was pretty sturdy."
"Hey Kellios! Where did you go!? We're hungry!" A bunch of students in their uniforms screamed at him.
"Were you fooling around!? Our mid-terms is about to start! You can't be skipping out on school works you know!" One of the boys exclaimed.
"No, no. Just had to take a detour, you know how scary it is with the Costa brothers running the area around the 4th station."
One of Kellios' classmate stood up, "Yeah? Well just give those big guys a one-two punch and they'll go down!" She mimicked a boxer's move.
"Right, like that'll work Meli."
Everyone in the room laughed at her attempts. While she continue shadowboxing on her own proving to everyone on what she would've done.
"Well, I'll be cooking in the back." Kellios left his gleeful classmates and went in the kitchen.
He started unpacking the food that he bought and then casually starting a conversation, "I assume you're here because of my parents? If so, the answer will always be no."
Suddenly, a figure revealed itself off the shadows, "Your freedom still isn't guaranteed young master Kellios Fortis." The man clad in black dashed in and swung his left fist, aimed straight at Kellios' face.
"This is getting quite annoying you see." Kellios unleashed a barrage of a triple kick aimed perfectly at the man's solar plexus, throat and head. "If you interfere with my peace, then maybe I should just destroy the Fortis house?"
The man coughed blood and Kellios kicked a basin catching the man's blood from spilling all over the floor. "Wai- wait... master Kellios." He kneeled, "This is not exactly a matter relating your family. The Hideyoshi family extends an invitation to you. P- please hear us out first."