12 An Average Man

Tokyo, Japan,

Shibuya Ward,

Samuel POV,

Samuel stared at his hand as he walked, in truth, even if he didn't wish to quite expand on it. His last life involved quite a bit of murder and a number of other crimes, he had moved to Baltimore, USA somewhere along the way and it had only increased since. He had died because he was killed by an acquaintance. Samuel shook his head, all that was behind him now, he had given all that up and it wasn't like he enjoyed his life, there was nothing else to do for a misfit like him then. What if he attacked a co-worker out of nowhere if he ever did get a proper job? Yeah, that simply wouldn't work hence his previous way of life.

However he digressed, his first life was why he had little to no trauma regarding the fact that he had killed a child and it was kind of the world forcing his hand for the first time... even then though, he didn't really blame anyone else. Samuel understood fully that that would be useless and simply edgy.

Saki, who was following behind him out of fear looked at his hands slightly disgusted, she couldn't help it. Those hands..... looked like they weren't a human's. Then, right before her eyes the fingers slightly bent, visibly hardening changing into a more claw-like shape. "How?" she rubbed her eyes in disbelief, was something like this even humanly possible?

"No." Samuel mumbled to himself as they returned to their usual shape, if he attacked the robbers with those hands, they would surely die. He wasn't quite keen on doing something like that, it would land him in prison again after all. A few moments later they arrived near the main counter, it was from what Samuel could see, about six people.

One held a pistol in his hands while two others had steel pipes, the other three were unarmed. The normal people were huddled in a side and Mei was among those at the front, with children and elderly at the very back. What was fairly strange to Samuel though was that these people had the same clothes. Grey shirts with a number of pockets, baggy pants, black belts and masks on their faces, most likely to avoid the cameras. At the back of the shirts, there were Ouroboros symbols drawn with the words Shinjuku Moebius written in black.

"A gang?" he remarked rubbing his chin in thought, they hadn't been noticed by them yet. "Hey... what should we do?" Saki whispered to him, hiding behind him fairly afraid. Samuel looked at her for a few moments.... Was he some kind of body shield here?

Shaking his head, Samuel cracked his neck, the sound was more than enough to attract the attention of the gangsters who turned his way cautiously before the man with the gun burst out in laughter, "Look at this shit, he's bein a hero and protecting his girl!" he roared with laughter prompting the others to follow.

Much to their surprise though, Samuel simply chuckled in response, "A shame that isn't true. Also, at least I'm not bein a little bitch and hidin behind a gun eh big man?" he asked, raising one of his hands with a grin, in street fights, aggravating your opponent was fairly beneficial.... even though this wasn't quite a street fight.

"Fuck you say?" One of them asked tilting his head with an annoyed expression on his face, they couldn't have some hot bastard disrespecting their gang! Samuel slightly raised his hands, shrugging helplessly, "You heard me." he said with a small mocking grin on his face.

"What are you doing?!" Saki half whispered, half shouted, was he trying to get himself killed or something!?! Samuel simply looked at her before shrugging just as the sound of the gun being cocked rang out, making Samuel put up his guard, staring at the trigger. Even though he was fairly sure it wouldn't happen, there was still a chance the man would shoot the gun.

"Not so brave now are ya, ya fuck?" the gangster said grinning at him as the others looked around in slight panic, were they going to have to deal with a dead body? "Don't do it, Yamaguchi." Another said hurriedly, it would be a pain in the ass to deal with the aftermath after all.

"Yeah don't do it. Aren't you a man? Come at me with your hands, bitch." Samuel joined in mocking him further, if the other person had never used a gun or were a person that believed themselves powerful then aggravation would result in them discarding the weapon and trying to teach the other party a 'lesson'. That is to say, so long as they hadn't approached one with the intent to kill them in the first place.

And, it worked.

The gangster put his gun away, cracking his neck and knuckles as he walked forward approaching Samuel who raised one hand to the front, not a specific stance, he would first take away the pistol which posed the most danger here.

The gangsters accompanying the man cheered for him while the other customers were too afraid to say anything, the lady behind the counter could only watch in silence while his mother looked like she wanted to kill someone.

Now it is to be noted, be it talent or power Samuel possessed it all. Standing at 6'2, his body tempered to it's physical peak and on top of that, he had not wasted it at all. Samuel was.... a martial artist, one who had mastered one school and sought to master them all and then, he would master every other martial arts as well. That was his ambition.

With his height, Samuel stood much taller than the average Japanese person and Yamaguchi was made well aware of that when he ran up to him, Samuel.... didn't feel human, he felt as if a wild animal was looking down at him.

Nonetheless, for the pride he possessed he punched forward but in the end, his fist met nothing but thin air. Disoriented by his own momentum, he stumbled forward for a few steps and looked behind to see Samuel who was now holding the pistol in his hands, spinning it around with one hand in his pocket, "Now that's what I call being a retard.", he said slightly laughing as he crushed the gun's barrel with his bare hand before throwing it away.

"How the fuck did you-?" Yamaguchi was greatly shocked, so far his physical prowess was more than enough to beat any sissies, to say this was a surprise would be an understatement. "Don't be afraid big man, you still got your hands." Samuel said with a wide smile as he slightly bent his knees, raising his right hand to about head level, in the shape of a claw. The left hand was held out to the front as if asking one for a dance.

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An average man can not beat a martial artist.

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Yamaguchi would learn that very soon.