the kamisato clan, a major clan of inazuma with valued reputation that has to be held up by its heirs. y/n kamisato, the youngest of the kamisato clan though she wasn't born into the clan itself but rather taken in by the commissioner as a child. y...
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" now now let's not get too hasty, shouldn't the man who shot her down go first? what'd ya say?"
the man with the large hammer surely had gotten a couple of inches closer to where he was previously standing.
i grimaced. just looking at them, listening to their words, the very sight of them made my eyes burn.
imagine. imagine being so horrendous in nature that you nearly brutally murder a defenceless girl with no valid reason.
who even were they? what did they want from me? too many questions. not enough answers.
i had to fight back somehow. let's disregard the fact that my leg was about to fall off. would i really want to die to these monsters?
there was a clear, concise answer to that question. a rhetorical one in fact.
the answer was no.
i'm not weak nor vulnerable. neither am i easy to shoot down with a blazing pyro bullet but it happened so what am i going to do now.
i need to fight back but somehow be smart about it. but how?
one of the men had grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me up. i could hardly balance on my left knee yet alone seeing at it was injured. relying on my right one which was shaking with a mind of its own.
my hands immediately followed trying to endure the pain by prying his large hands off.
" are you paying attention, you have a voice don't you? so use it."
the fairly large man spat. a sinister look upon his face, full of malicious intent.
every action. every movement was killing me, agonisingly.
i couldn't keep going like this, especially with this imbecile pulling and tugging on my hair. it was getting on my nerves, tremendously.
" what's your name, hm?"
his grip even tighter, i desperately wanted to cry once more but crying was useless. crying in this situation would make everything ten times worse. i knew this.
the other men were stood not too far behind him. observing me carefully with their disgusting eyes.
