Stealing Spree

“What the fuck?!”

“Yo! What’s wrong with this little shit?!”

Two of them immediately swore at me as they tried to catch him. Their eyes were fierce and filled with confusion, thinking what they did wrong to suddenly be attacked by me. That’s normal for shitty idiots. They would never think they’re at fault and justify what they did with bullshit reasons.

But then again, it’s true. I would also be confused if someone suddenly lunged at me without any rhyme or reason.

Still, I couldn’t care less. I kept my eyes open to observe their movements and chased after the one I shoved with my feet.

At the same time as they stopped him from falling, my knee ejected bearing the full brunt of my strength.

I came here to break some eggs. There’s no point hesitating when or where to do it.

“W-what?! No!” Maybe he sensed what I was aiming for, the guy who had yet to stabilize himself became filled with horror. He screamed at the top of his lungs while putting his arms in front of him in a futile attempt to stop me.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t touch me, let alone push me away.

CRACK!

With the sensation of something being crushed by my knee, the idiot who still had no idea why I attacked him stiffened as his legs closed reflexively. Obviously, that’s an attempt to prevent the pain from traveling to his brain. But it was way useless.

A moment later, a high-pitched, low-volume scream escaped his mouth before he powerlessly dropped down to the ground. He slid off the other two who caught him like a weightless paper. Then, he started writhing on the ground while in the fetal position, tossing and turning in order to relieve himself of the pain.

In the end, he couldn’t endure it. The pain was so impactful that his consciousness left him. His mind was forced to shut down as he lay flat on the ground.

I mean, I hit him squarely on his balls. Even if the force didn’t crack open his balls, it would be an unimaginable pain even by just imagining it.

All men could attest to that. Even a simple flick would make the manliest guy on Earth fold if you hit his balls. That’s how sensitive that part of us is.

Anyway, with one down, my attention immediately switched to the other two.

They’re dumbfounded. They never expected that I’d be this malicious to target the guy with his balls. And since they saw it happening, they also reflexively closed their legs, covering up their weak point.

This time, I took a step back to adjust my distance from them.

Thinking that I was about to run away, one of the remaining two furiously roared at me. He straightened his back to try and intimidate me.

“Oi! Say something! What the fuck did you just do? Assaulting someone just because you want to?!”

“H-he’s alone. We can take him down!” The other guy also chimed in, urging his companion. However, his voice was already shaking. If he was alone, he’d probably run by now.

Besides, the other guy was truly someone who looked like he was working out. He had bulging arms and his shirt was skin tight as though he was trying to flaunt the muscles he built. However, no matter how great his body became, it couldn’t mend his horrendous face that was akin to a starved goat. His cheek was sunken which clearly showed his cheekbones and his lips were too thick, maybe thicker than his thumb’s width.

The only decent-looking guy among them was that third guy who was already shivering in fear for his family jewel. Ah. Saying decent was probably too generous for him. Let’s just say he has an average appearance. Not too ugly and could be improved if he styled his hair in a certain way and dressed himself up properly.

Anyway, I’m not here to give him some fashion advice and even if I wanted to, I’m also bad at it. I rely on my girls’ judgement. It’s actually quite unbelievable that they think I could be a model…

“Are you mute, you punk?!” Taking my silence as a provocation, that buffed guy was ready to swing at me. With a clear anger on his face, he started looking more like a blowfish minus its spikes.

Still, I kept my mouth shut. I had no reason to converse with them, after all.

I simply put on a smirk and provoked him by gesturing for him to come at me.

It was effective. Since in his eyes, I only managed to catch that unconscious idiot off guard. Now that he was prepared, he believed I wouldn’t even be able to touch him.

In any case, since I wanted to finish this right away, provoking was just my way to play along the cloud in his judgment.

He forcefully stomped his feet, trying to show off his strength. On the other hand, the other guy cautiously moved a step behind him. He’s really trying to secure himself while using the other guy as his shield.

Because of that, I paid more attention to him. Cowards who tend to glue themselves to the strong are mostly sneaky bastards. They won’t hesitate to stab someone in the back if it benefits them. Some of them are also cunning enough to wait for their opportunity.

Although I had no idea if he was like that, there’s no reason not to prepare for that possibility.

While pretending to look up to the blowfish guy, I provoked him by using hand gestures, signaling for him to come at me with all he had.

As soon as he took another step forward and hurled his fist in my direction, I also started moving.

He might have a well-built body but he’s a complete amateur when it comes to fighting. His swing was too wide which opened up his side.

But with the other guy just a step behind him, it’s impossible for me to take advantage of that opening.

As the blowfish guy lunged at me with his wide swing, I nimbly sidestepped his attack, avoiding the incoming punch to get inside his guard. At the same time as I closed the distance between us, I seized the created opportunity by his reckless move.

With a swift and controlled motion, I aimed a powerful strike toward his midsection, targeting his gut. The blow connected, causing the blowfish guy to double over and gasp for air. It was a calculated move to incapacitate him momentarily.

However, this wasn’t over yet. I couldn't afford to revel in my success. The sneaky guy behind him took advantage of the chaos. He seemed to have found himself the opportunity that he was waiting for. I don’t know if it’s a knife he’s clutching on his hand but its metallic pointy end reflected the moonlight.

As I expected, the coward was attempting to play dirty by bringing a weapon into a fistfight. His attempt to land a surprise attack could be seen from a mile away.

Reacting instinctively, I pivoted on my heel, narrowly evading his treacherous strike.

“You!” He screeched, not knowing how I predicted his move.

He tried once more but this time, I accurately kicked away whatever weapon he was using and followed up with a spinning kick targeting his side.

With the force of the blow, he rolled a few times to the side before groaning in pain.

At this point, while the blowfish guy was still recovering from the gut punch, I decided to end this. Using his momentarily vulnerable state, I swiftly moved behind him, grabbing his arm and twisting it in a joint lock. The pain shot through his arm. He had muscle mass but if he couldn’t even exert any strength to it then it’s pretty useless.

I tapped on the back of his knees, forcing him to also drop to the ground.

Meanwhile, the sneaky guy who’s unexpectedly durable was already standing up. Having realized that his carefully timed attack was easily thwarted, the fear in his eyes returned. He even lost his weapon and with the darkness of the night, unless he noted where it fell, it would be hard to find.

Sensing his uncertainty, I quickly shifted my focus towards him, maintaining the joint lock on the blowfish guy who was already cursing at me.

I looked at him, my eyes delivering a stern warning.

No matter what he does, the result will be the same anyway.

Accepting that his choice was either to run away or give up, he soon made his decision. He begrudgingly lowered his fists and raised his arms to issue his surrender.

The blowfish guy, still in pain, groaned on the ground. I released the joint lock, allowing him to collapse next to his unconscious comrade.

And once that was done, I approached the sneaky guy, brought him to the other two, and finally opened my mouth for the first and last time.

“Next time, try to work on your appearance and stop harassing anyone you think is an easy target.” Saying that without any emotion, I soon gathered my strength on my feet and gave them the same treatment as their unconscious companion.

To make sure that trouble wouldn’t follow us in the camp, I ensured that they both lost consciousness. Moments later, I glanced to my back, finding the three girls who had just arrived right as I was finishing them off.

Juri was clapping while silently praising what she witnessed. Satsuki looked satisfied enough to see them all on the ground, writhing in pain. And lastly, Setsuna-nee was totally dumbfounded. She started looking at me, wondering how I managed to do this feat.

She had no idea, after all. These three are small fries. They only have their ugly faces as their bank. Even Uchiyama and his goons would be able to take them down.