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26. We Succeeded
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...Hiro Sato's...
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“Hiro, you don't need—“
“Retreat, Yuna,” murmured me, while looking at him.
When the girl took a few steps back, I turned myself back to the bad guy.
“Give the bag back to us and go!” I shouted to eliminate the fear, clenching my hands.
“Hey, hey, hey, trash boy, you're scared, huh? Hahaha!” He grinned again, while his steps were getting closer to me. “I have nothing to do with you, so hurry home there!”
‘No, I ... I must ..’ My clenched hands began to feel hot, my mind was in a state of chaos, and it seemed, the air around me was thinning, it was very crowded.
“I'll fight you,” I whispered slowly, then that's the decision I made. There is no longer the same incident as that tattooed man; I will not allow this kind of person to continue living freely.
“Huh? What are you, speaking of which ...” The man smiled sinisterly, while his right hand was about to land on my face. But at that moment, I remembered Keira's words.
"Listen, Hiro. If later there is a bad guy who bullies you, all you need to do is attack his ‘an,’ ok?" His words did sound silly, but for now, I will follow him.
“Feel this!” I raised my leg, hoping that this one kick could knock him down.
In the end he also managed to hit me; my cheekbones were now shaking violently.
“Hiro!” Yuna screamed, her voice sounding like she wanted to cry.
Although I was currently knocked down, but I could still turn my eyes back on the girl, trying to convince her that everything would be fine.
Along with that, it turns out that I also managed to subvert the man—and he groaned in pain.
“Bang*sat! You ... You will regret this!” Although slowly, the man got back up, while holding ‘talat his pride’. As far as I could see, he looked even more angry.
“You toyed with the wrong person, so—“
Reflexively, my previously clenched hand managed to hit the man's face, and this time he bounced a few meters back. His face floated on a deep puddle of water, and now he was biting his lips in annoyance.
"Huh, this is ...," I murmured.
The man stood back up. I don't know how tough he is for a selfless thief. “Bare also you, yes, alright!” He wiped his mouth with his hands, and I unknowingly managed to injure the man.
“That's enough. Please hand over the bag, I promise I won't report you to the police,” my insistence, my heart skips around.
The man then threw the bag we wanted, and it landed right in the middle of our standing position. Did he just beat me up?
“Take if that's what you want,” he said, grinning.
No matter what risks or dangers will befall me as I approach the bait, I keep moving closer to the bag.
The man broke down, bringing my attention back to him.
“Wait a minute, he—“ My words have been interrupted.
As expected, he would not be silent after releasing the items we wanted.
The man opened his penknife, and his laughter further deafened my ears. “You deserve to die, hahaha!” He then ran towards me, with his weapon extended forward.
“Last history—“ When the man's sentence came to a halt, something that felt faint—cold—crossed around my skin, just a little. My eyes are open again.
“What happened?” I gaped, watching the wind wave that had enveloped that person's face. The air pressure was blue, exactly the color of Yuna's eyes.
“Huh? Me ...” The man began to lose focus, blink frequently, and yawn.
"...!" Without going wide, it made me look back at Yuna.
When I saw her, the girl was closed. A calm stream of wind was dancing around him.
I went back to the man, after he came back to babbling. “Woi, boy; what are you doing to me? I sleepy once ...” That guy swung his penknife—cut the air— carelessly, and I took action to retreat so as not to get hit by his incision.
Some time ago, Yuna said that only I could see the true shape of the air. Moreover, the air currents that surrounded the man seemed to be getting denser, and his face was now as if it was disappearing. However, not long he fell, and the sound of the clinking of a knife fell onto the asphalt.
"He fainted?" my murmured, my gaze could not be separated from it, even it lasted for ten seconds.
Seeing from all the things happening this time, in the end, I was able to sigh in relief.
"But thank goodness he lost." Now, I can grasp the granny bag with pride, impatient to see her expression later.
“Yuna, it's over,” I said, while coming to her. “Thank you for your hard work.” The girl's eyes were still closed, but the flow of wind that surrounded her had disappeared again.
Not long after I widened my smile, the girl suddenly lost her balance—she would fall to the ground.
Panic was haunting me; I dropped the bag and ran to catch it.
Before he fell, I managed to grab him. "Yuna, wake up, Yuna! No kidding!" I cried, shaking the girl's shoulder, hoping for her consciousness to return.
Wait a minute, this is not as usual, I thought, because, Yuna's body is not cold, but very hot. My worries are now exploding, and I have absolutely no idea what to do right now.
"Hiro?" Someone shouted at me from behind, it seemed like he was in front of the alley door.
I turned my head, and that guy kind of gave me room to stay calm.
"Sir Ryuji!" When my voice started to sound hoarse, he suddenly ran to get close to us, his joy also disappeared for a while.
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"Sir, sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." I stretched out my bag to the old woman, with my remaining smile on my face today.
"Thank you, son, Grandma is so happy that you helped me" he said kindly, but soon he narrowed his eyes, as if looking for someone. "You were with that girl before, weren't you?"
All I could do was change our conversation, so that Grandma would not feel guilty about the incident Yuna had just experienced.
"He's fine, Grandma, besides that ...." I lowered my voice. "... I'm sorry, because now it's getting dirty." I pointed at his bag that was covered in mud, and the bottom was also a little wet from the puddle.
Actually, the latter happened because of my fault; I dropped it to catch Yuna.
I hope he's not angry about it.
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