Boom!
A spherical shockwave spread outwards like a tsunami. The claw machine and the slot machines all got sent flying; the floor cracked inch by inch from the pressure of the shockwave.
"Ugh!" Hakari felt his body tense as the fist smashed into his face. His eyes locked onto Akira's face past his fist, shock in his eyes at the amount of force in the punch.
'This guy is a monster!' Hakari thought before his eyes rolled up. He didn't have time to reinforce his body with cursed energy, so he got knocked out easily.
Blood spurted out onto Akira's fist, a cold look on his face as anger finally took over his rationality. Hakari's face caved in as if it were made of sponge, his eyes fading for a second.
The guy Akira punched got sent flying like a rocket, smashing anything in his way to pieces as if they were made of wet paper, all while Kirara froze in shock and fear for a second at the scene, not expecting something like that from someone with average cursed energy.
But he quickly snapped out of it; he was a sorcerer after all.
"Hakari!"
Kirara turned around in shock, before quickly turning to Akira with an angry look on his face. Akira looked at him without a hint of hurriedness, especially since he sensed no threat from him.
He can sense when someone is a threat to him, and the only one giving him a sense of threat was the guy he sent flying, and nowhere near was it the femboy.
"Yuka, did you get hit by anything?" Instead of taking the threat seriously, Akira turned to a shaking Yuka, who nodded her head slowly, clear worry written on her expression. She moved closer, her palms landing on Akira's back.
"I-I am fine, Akira... But I think that punch might have killed the man you sent flying..." Yuka spoke with worry, not about herself, but about Akira. Killing someone is not the same as beating up gangsters.
Dread started creeping into Yuka's spine as the thought and image of Akira being handcuffed and taken to prison for who knows how long flashed in her mind.
"No..." Yuka looked up with an expressionless face, her eyes dull and filled with anger as she turned her head to look at Kiarara, who was rushing towards Hakari.
"We need to kill them, then I will feed their bodies to Rika..." Yuka muttered, and Akira's enhanced senses immediately picked up on her murmurs.
A flash of shock and a weirded-out, yet attracted, look appeared on Akira's face, his blood suddenly boiling as he turned to Yuka.
For some reason, his blood was boiling as the look on Yuka's face stirred something in him. Akira doesn't know if he is just into that or if he likes strong, dominant women.
It could be his special genes acting up...
"Don't worry your beautiful little head about him. That guy is very alive and well, isn't that right?" Akira shook his head at Yuka's worry as he looked back at the rubble that buried Hkari.
Boom!
A fist pierced up through the rubble of wood and concrete, sending them flying with a burst of cursed energy. Kirara let out a sigh of relief as he watched Hakari.
"Not bad, kid, that punch contained a bunch of fever..."
Climbing out from the rubble, Hakari spoke with a grin, blood flowing down from his broken nose into his mouth, causing his teeth to turn red, all while veins exploded on his neck and face.
Hakari looked at Akira properly this time, and apart from the massive amount of cursed energy in those red shoes of his, he still could not see anything different, except for the fit muscles on the boy.
"Kirara, place down a curtain, and make sure it's big enough to encircle the entirety of this city block." Hakari looked at Kirara, taking his jacket off before throwing it at his femboy.
"Getting to it right now!" Kirara nodded like the good little femboy he was to Hakari, kneeling on one knee and pressing his hands together for a hand sing, before saying a quick chant.
"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure!" Kirara chanted, watching as Hakari jumped in place, cracking his neck and joints.
He was now worryless, because once Hakari gets fired up, he would never lose in a fight with anyone, with the sole exception being Satoru Gojo, of course.
From a distance, Yuka and Akira watched them with alertness. especially Akira, who suddenly sensed that same dark energy, caslled cursed energy, spread through the air, sealing off a massive area.
"This is crazy... Is what they are doing considered sorcery? Otherwise, I have no other proof for what I am sensing," Akira unconsciously placed a hand in front of Yuka, his eyes looking up at the curtain in the air.
He couldn't see anything above, but he could sense a wave of dark negative energy sealing off a massive area. Akira's eyes glowed as he used his X-ray to check for weakness.
He instantly saw through the weakness, which was at the very top, in the middle of the invisible barrier. If he threw a rock hard enough, he could shatter it.
"Akira, I am getting this weird feeling from these two and all this..." Yuka suddenly spoke up, clutching Akira's hand, trying to get as much warmth as she could.
But all she felt was cold sweat and a discomforting feeling erupting from her stomach. It's like something inside her stomach is heating up at the weird feeling around her, trying to erupt.
"Stomach? No surprise there, I can see that cursed energy in your stomach bubbling, desperate to burst out and awaken. And its quantity is monstrous," Akira confirmed in a calm tone, placing a palm on Yuka's head, trying to calm her down.
Swoosh!
"You ready to get your ass handed to you, kid? Because it's my turn now!"
Boom!
A fist infused to the brim with a massive amount of cursed energy, containing a gritty and grinding texture, crashed right into Akira's crossed arms, with full force.
Boom!
Akira felt his bones rattle, while the skin on his forearm burst open with blood. Cursed energy impacted him with a compressive and grinding force, sending his body flying.
'What a strong punch! This punch was stronger than that invisible spirit connected with Yuka...' While flying through the air and smashing through a dozen walls of concrete and wood as if they were of air.
Akira could not help but think in awe, blood leaking from his arms as he was scratched by sharp metal rods in the concrete walls.
Taking a deep breath, Akira spun in the air rapidly to decrease his momentum before falling onto his feet. The landing caused Akira to slide a dozen meters, scratching two shallow trenches in the ground.
"Hmm? I got sent out of the arcade?" Suddenly noticing his surroundings, Akira looked back inside the destroyed wall from which he had flown out, only to see a blue blur rushing towards him.
Seeing the contraction of his muscles and the minute surge of that invisible energy, Akira acted on instinct. Relaxing his muscles to their limit, Akira instantly tensed the next moment.
His eyes turned pure red, his sclera turning black as Akira put everything into the punch, distorting the air around him. A red aura surged from his body, his hair floating by itself.
Using the principle behind his Mach movement, but applying it to only one body part, Akira had created his strongest punch.
"Mach Fist!"
As Hakari rushed forward and was about to collide with the punch, a sudden alert rushed into Akira's mind, but it was too late for him to move or counterattack, especially since it was invisible.
Boom!
Two shuttle doors appeared, clamping and striking Akira in the neck. Akira choked, his neck twitching as his vision went dazed for a second, allowing Hakari to land a hit.
"Take my fever punch, brat!"
Boom!
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As you guys can see, Akira won't be invincible when he is 13 years old. I am trying to build his character more in the earlier chapters rather than his power.
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