Breaking Into a Prison To Have a Chat With Mr Unchained

In the state of Arizona, there was a prison meant for the most dangerous of criminals. It was full to the brim with rapists, killers, human traffickers, drug lords, members of the mafia - if they were the type to kill someone if they looked at them wrong, they were in Arizona State Prison.

The walls and overall structure of the building made escape near impossible for a normal human being.

The prison looked sturdy like a fortress, and gave off a solemn air.

Though on the side of one of the buildings walls, there was a massive painting of a black man with a wide smile on it.

As you might expect, a prison as serious as this, was quiet and calm, with flood lights illuminating the yard and scanning periodically to make sure no one was having any ideas of escaping the complex.

But what if someone wasn't trying to escape, but instead break into the prison? And what if they weren't a normal person? Well, the answer was currently working itself out, as a muscular boy was walking through the halls of the prison, leaving a trail of groaning and near-crippled guards in his wake.

He was around 5'5", with a broad build which was the definition of a mesomorph; broad shoulders and narrow hips, and a body full of defined and athletic muscle.

He was currently wearing a plain, black long-sleeved dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a few of the top buttons undone. He had matching dress pants and shoes, making his entire attire black in color. Though the color was right for sneaking into a prison in the middle of the night, the casual business feel to the clothes was completely wrong. Instead of breaking into a prison, it was more like he was going to meet a friend for dinner.

His brown hair was slicked back, with only a few strands falling over his forehead. Or at least where his forehead would be if he wasn't wearing a mask.

The mask he was currently wearing was a black Kitsune mask, with red lines spreading across it in a symmetrical manner, with two eye holes for his ruby-red eyes to peer through.

Overall, the young man gave off an air of wild charisma, though the mix of red and black made him seem a slight bit evil, for some reason.

Obviously, this young man, was Yukiro.

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POV Change - Yukiro

It had been around 5 minutes since I got into Arizona State Prison, and the only reason I wasn't already in the room I wanted to be in, was because I had no clue where it was. So I had to lightly interrogate a few guards before they told me the location of where I wanted to go.

I also tried to keep the casualties to a minimum, by avoiding guards when possible.

Though when I did run into guards, I quickly took them down, making sure they'd stay down.

I didn't feel bad for knocking them unconscious or putting them in a near-crippled state, even though they were just doing their job. I guess I'm a bit indifferent to others. Though that's not necessarily a bad thing, really.

Walking down an especially long corridor filled with inmates on my left and right, all looking at me through their see-through glass walls and hooting at me like a bunch of wild animals, I came to a heavy-looking metal door. Looking to the right of the door, I saw that there was a place for a key card to go. Presumably to open the door.

But I didn't have a key card.

"Tsk..." I clicked my tongue, realizing I'd forgot something from the anime once again, "No matter..." I gave a sigh before slipping into a stance, "I'll just have to do it the old fashioned way...HA!" I gave a thunderous shout before slamming my fist forth.

The steel caved in, the heavy metal hinges that held the door in place broke under the pressure, while the concrete around the door cracked and crumbled away and the doors flew backward a few meters, tumbling through the halls behind the doorway. Looking through the hole where the doors and surrounding concrete used to be, it didn't look like a prison anymore.

Instead, statues and paintings filled the hallway, making it look like the hallway of a rich persons manor.

But I ignored that and simply walked through the hallway to a second doorway. Just as I was about to knock, a deep voice came from inside the room, "Come in, my unexpected guest," the voice sounded jovial and amused, so I could take it that the man was angry with my sudden visit.

Looking behind me, I saw dozens of armed guards rushing into the hallway I was in before.

Smirking, I ignored them and walked into the room, knowing that the guards wouldn't dare barge into this man's room without permission.

The sight that greeted me, was a tall black man, maybe around 5'11", but the thing that caught my attention the most was how wide he was. Dressed in a slightly loose fitting purple shirt, if it weren't for the fact I could see the thick bands of muscles on his bare arms, I would think he was obese. But that wasn't the case; this man was pure muscle mass.

My senses told me that his body was much harder than the metal door I punched just now.

It was like standing in front of a human fortress made of muscle...It was good to know he wasn't a disappointment.

"Oh? A mask person? Have you come for something specific, Kitsune-san?" he spoke in Japanese, correctly assuming my nationality through my choice of mask. His voice was deep and just like my father's, it was seeped in arrogance. Though he seemed much more agreeable than Yujiro, especially with the wide, friendly smile the man had on his face.

Smiling, I spoke in a respectful tone, "Oliva Biscuit, also known as Mr Unchained...it's a pleasure to meet you," I brought a hand to my chest and did a slight bow, showing my respect.

I showed my respect, not because I was scared of the man, but because I wanted to be on his good side so I could get information.

Hearing me, Oliva chuckled, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Kitsune-san. Even if I don't know who you are," he mused at the end, before motioning to a table next to him, "Would you like a seat? Some tea, perhaps? Do not worry about the guards, they wouldn't dare come after you now you're in this room."

Nodding, I took him up on his offer and sat down on the chair, while he walked over to a cupboard and took out some things necessary to prepare the tea.

While I sat there, I motioned to my mask, "It should be safe to take this off here, no? I doubt the prison would dare put cameras in Mr Oliva's room, would they?" I asked, looking around the room.

Oliva looked over at me before nodding her head with a smile and waving his hand around in a gesture, "Oh, you're right that they wouldn't dare record films of me. Though they will record the audio of the conversation. That should be fine, no?" he asked nonchalantly while preparing the tea.

Nodding, I took off my mask and placed it on the table, before waiting for the tea.

As Oliva turned around, he seemed a bit...shocked, is how I'd put it. But he soon recovered and brought the tea over, pouring both of us a cup. He started the conversation.

"So, you're one of his sons?" he asked, motioning to my eyes and eyebrows, the things I'd inherited from Yujiro that stood out the most. I hadn't seen anyone else in the world with the Hanma eyebrows, either. They seemed to be an easy trait to identify either Yujiro or me, or any of his kids, really.

There's also the aura people of the Hanma family give off, so it's pretty easy to spot us.

"Yes, my father is Yujiro Hanma. But please don't refer to me as his son," I said with a calm voice, yet the air went still as I met Oliva's brown eyes.

The big man simply closed his eyes, smiled and gave a nod of his head, "That's fine. I can understand why you wouldn't want to associate with that man. He can be a hassle sometimes," he gave a chuckle, seemingly reminiscing about something before his eyes opened and speaking again, "Now, what have you come for? I doubt it was to have tea with me."

Smiling, I got straight to the point, "I know how deep your information sources go, so I want to know the locations of strong people, and I mean, strong like me and you - superhuman. Is that possible?" I paused for a minute, waiting for Oliva's answer. He nodded, so I decided to push a little, "I would also like to know how you developed your muscles. Your defense is a well known advantage of yours, and I would like to make it my own," I held nothing back and just asked for it. Though I still tried to stay polite.

Oliva stopped sipping his tea and only squinted his eyes at me. Not taking notice, I just continued to drink the tea. It was nice, must have been an expensive brand.

"Why do you want strength? You're already monumentally strong for your age, and from what I can see, your muscles are already superb," he asked curiously, his smile getting slightly weaker and his face looking my serious than before.

Good. It means he's considering it.

"The answer to why I want strength should be obvious; Yujiro Hanma. If I'm not strong enough, he'll take everything from me," I grit my teeth and used my Sei Ki to keep myself calm as I carried on, "And you can never have enough strength. Just look at your situation right now, Mr Oliva; without strength, you'd be just like any other chump in this prison. But because of your strength, you're treated like a king," I gave my reasons with a slight smile and as understanding entered Oliva's eyes, I carried on, "And your special training method, plus my unique physique...well, that would result in some very strong muscles. Please, tell me how," I lowered my head slightly. I didn't mind doing this if it resulted in strength.

"Hmmm," Oliva went into a thinking pose, before he stood up and walked over to a desk and wrote something down. He walked back over and handed me the piece of paper, "This includes the recipe for how to make a sort of 'super protein'. Underneath it is a medicinal paste that you have to consume daily to make sure the 'super protein' is activated and properly absorbed, and finally, underneath that is the exercise you need to do to get the most results. Practice it well and you'll gain the same defense as me," he smiled before sitting back down and continuing to drink his tea.

Looking at the piece of paper, I scanned through it before a surprised look appeared on my face, "Huh...so that's how you did it; you upgraded the quality of your muscles and skin into some harder, tougher and stronger without sacrificing any flexibility. You truly are a genius, Mr Oliva. Though this exercise is practically just beating your body with something like a metal pole..." I mused with a smile before looking at him with a serious face, "Though, what made you give me these things? What do you get out of it?"

"Do you even need to ask?" he laughed, his ever-present smile spreading further, "You'll owe me a favor, and a favor from someone with as much potential as you? It's worth more than my weight in gold," he chuckled before finishing off his tea and looking at me, "Now, would you like some food? I can have them deliver the finest of dishes, if you want. Also, please, just call me Oliva."

"If THE Mr Unchained invited me to dinner, how could I possibly say no? Plus, I'm quite famished from the flight over to America, so I wouldn't mind some food. Though, I'll warn you, Oliva, I'm quite the glutton," I joked, laughing.

Oliva laughed as well, "Ah, you're just like me then. Let us have a banquet, to celebrate the meeting between us. I can just feel that we're going to be good friends!" he said in an amicable manner before standing up, walking to a phone near us and telling whoever was on the other side of the phone to prepare a banquet for him and his friend.

Having a friend such as Oliva wouldn't be bad, after all, so I didn't mind him referring to me as such.

As he sat back down, he re-filled our tea before speaking once again, "Now that we're waiting for food, why don't you ask what you want to know about the strong people of the world? Though be warned, you'll owe me more favors," he joked, not being serious about the favor thing. It seemed that he didn't want to drive away a fellow superhuman. Understandable, honestly - it must get pretty boring being in here all alone.

But with that, I started asking what I wanted to know.