2 Prologue - II

Tokyo, Japan,

Samuel POV,

Samuel raised his hands rubbing them together, this city was fairly cold at this time to be honest. "What the hell am I even doing here?" he questioned no one in particular, ignoring the few people that were for some strange reason looking at him now. Even if he didn't credit it much, his appearance attracted a fair bit of attention, and in this day and age where people were much more relaxed and peaceful, that 'fair bit of attention' meant they would often stop in place simply to stare at him.

Anyway back to the point, at the age of 12, in one of the sparring sessions there was an 'accident'. Samuel had forgotten to consciously limit his strength and his opponent had mocked him quite a bit, in their next bout, Samuel had only moved his hand once only to widen his eyes in a mix of shock, horror, disgust as well as pleasure?

His opponent was fairly older than him and now that opponent had a good chunk of his neck quite literally missing as blood sprayed all over the place and the teenager gagged, trying to stop it but miserably failing.

In a matter of seconds, screams from the children who had just registered what had happened could be heard from the Dojo as the teachers present hurried to stop Samuel as well as check up on the kid. He at the time had in a burst of anger born from confusion had attacked his own teacher, cleanly tearing away an arm from the elbow down much to the horror of the teacher.

Truly, it was testament that his skill had indeed surpassed that of his teacher as the older man failed to even react. At that moment though, the reality of the matter set in as he fell to his knees mumbling incoherently, it wasn't quite his fault and could be somewhat described as a child's outburst but Samuel himself, who was a fully grown adult, was torn up about the fact that he had killed a boy no older than 16 on accident.

But as soon as the panic came, it settled down. It wasn't the first time someone had died at his hands, such outbursts were common to his last life as well and innocent people too had died. He was long beyond the point of regret, it was uncontrollable and for that purpose, he had had to leave behind his life in proper society taking to more 'morally questionable' ways of supporting himself.

Not this time though, this time he was arrested and taken to court for his actions where he had admitted that he had in fact killed a child and attacked his own teacher, his parents had hired the best lawyer they could afford but in the end, it was a waste of money and time. There were far too many witnesses.

With that, he was sent to juvenile prison for 'rehabilitation' for 8 years. The sentence wasn't that long considering as an adult it could be a life sentence or the death penalty. His parents had tried parole after two years and a formal apology but his conduct while in there hadn't quite been 'nice' wounding and injuring fellow inmates when they tried to do something to him.

Hell, being in there reminded him of his old ways, using his two hands and influence to get what he wanted for himself and he had taken to those again, often lashing out at someone just because they had been rude or disrespectful.

A complete sociopath if not a literal psychopath.

Like that he had lived there for 5 years and 4 months, getting out on parole with promise of 'good behaviour' even though those were just empty words and platitudes, this amount of time was usually what people sent to juvenile prison would be let out after.

In there he had met a number of fairly interesting individuals, some kids playing at gangster who had tried to fight him but ended up traumatised instead. They called themselves the S-62 generation or something and were apparently formidable or something...but then again, their opponent could blow through concrete casually so they didn't quite stand a chance now did they? "Those kids should ....be out too." Samuel remarked looking at the sky with a slight grin, he had somewhat taken to them to be honest.... after he beat the ever living shit out of them that is.

Today was the day he had finally been discharged, at the age of 17. He had informed his parents that he would like the fresh air and would walk home by himself and they had complied, seeing no real problem with his request.

Now back to present time, Samuel shuffled around in his pockets looking for some cigarettes or lighters but instead only found his wallet and so, with a dejected sigh, he started moving towards the convenience store in the distance, reaching it a few minutes later due to his somewhat relaxed pace of walking.

A slight ring emanated through the empty store as the doors opened for Samuel to walk in. He made a small wave at the fat kid standing behind the counter to which the person in question only clicked his tongue, making Samuel tilt his head in confusion as he had done nothing to warrant it.

The store itself was nothing to write home about, a few rows of the typical shelves filled to the brim with certain items of daily use, a few refrigeration units with a variety of drinks. Walking to one of them, he opened the door and took out a can of beer, placing it at the counter and going back to grab a bag of chips. He wanted to relax a bit seeing as he was finally out of that shithole.

Only he hadn't gone quite far before the doors were abruptly thrown open and a panicking man in a black hoodie and shorts with a baseball bat in his hands started threatening the cashier, "H-Hand over all you got fattie!" he threatened making the kid squeal in panic.

Samuel let out a somewhat dejected sigh before walking over to the would be robber who wasn't quite paying attention to him and calmly put one of his hands around his shoulder, "What you doin there bud?" he asked with a small smile only the robber looked at him in genuine terror, trying to escape his grasp to no avail, the tall man wasn't even budging.

"L-Let me go!" He shouted swinging his bat blindly, he was already afraid as it is and this literally was the last straw for him to go haywire. Samuel, like any person with self regard, simply grabbed the bat and threw it away, completely shocking both the robber and the cashier....humans couldn't normally do something like that right?

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