[Back to the Butcher]
He burned down a hospital because they refused him money.
Ryojin (thinking): I should get some rest now.
As he walked down the street, he saw a man strangling another — over a bottle of cola.
Ryojin: "Wild streets… Will the day ever come when they get better?"
Time passed.
People died of hunger.
Fights broke out for coins, for bread, for nothing.
Buildings burned, one by one.
The streets turned barbaric — a graveyard that never stopped screaming.
[Back to Hachiro]
Hachiro (thinking): There's been some talk lately... about two young guys — "Shogun Raizou" and "Arata Kurogane."
Well, well... let's hunt for some coins today too.
Then — everything around him went silent.
A man stood before him, still as death.
Hachiro (thinking): What the hell…? Why's it so quiet?
???: "You smell bad."
Hachiro: "Hey, you brat—"
Before he could finish, a fist slammed into his face —
THUD!
Hachiro hit the ground hard, pain flooding through his skull. Blood poured from his nose.
But he pushed himself up, grinning through the pain.
Hachiro: "I'm one of the ex-soldiers. Don't think you can just take me down."
His eyes widened — the man was already moving.
WHAM!
A punch sank deep into Hachiro's gut. He coughed violently, throwing back a desperate hook —
THUD!
The man didn't flinch. Didn't even blink.
Hachiro (gasping): "What are you… a tank?"