Chainsaw Man:Reincarnted as Kobeni's brother

How ryota became what he is

Kobeni wandered the narrow corridors, feeling a rising dread as she heard faint cries echoing through the maze-like containment facility. She rounded a corner and stopped dead in her tracks at the scene before her.

A group of radicalized women surrounded a young boy, laughing and taunting him. From his familiar appearance and the petrified tears in his eyes, Kobeni instantly recognized him as Ryota. His clothes were tattered, and bruises adorned his frail form, each mark a testament to the cruelty he had faced.

"Look at this weakling!" one woman jeered, flicking his forehead.

"Men are so pathetic," another sneered, yanking his hair.

Ryota's cries of pain and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the group continued their torment.

Something within Kobeni snapped.

Without warning, she lunged at the nearest woman, her movements fueled by raw, primal rage. Before anyone could react, she had the woman's throat in her grasp, squeezing with deadly intent. The woman's eyes bulged in surprise and fear as she gasped for air, clawing at Kobeni's hand.

Using her other hand, Kobeni reached for a sharp piece of broken metal on the ground, wielding it with a terrifying precision. One by one, she dispatched the group, her every move methodical and ruthless. Blood spattered the walls, and the once mocking voices turned into desperate cries for mercy.

When the last misandrist lay motionless, Kobeni turned her attention to Ryota, who stared at her in horror and awe. Her clothes were stained with blood, her face a mask of cold fury, but her eyes... her eyes held a deep sadness and desperation.

Ryota, tears still streaming down his face, whispered, "Who... who are you?"

She knelt beside him, wiping away his tears, her voice soft and comforting, "I'm here to save you, Ryota. No one will hurt you anymore."

The brutal massacre served as a chilling reminder of the lengths one would go to protect their loved ones, especially in a world gone mad. But for Kobeni, it was a necessary act, a desperate attempt to shield her baby brother from the horrors that surrounded them.

Ryota, still in shock from the sudden violence and brutality, flinched away from Kobeni's touch. His eyes darted nervously to the piece of metal in her hand, a look of terror evident in his eyes. "Please... don't hurt me," he whispered, the trauma of his time in this world evident in his voice.

Kobeni quickly dropped the metal, her eyes widening in realization. "Ryota, I'm not going to harm you," she assured, her voice filled with regret and concern. "I'm so sorry you had to witness that. I just... I couldn't stand by and watch them hurt you."

But the boy in front of her was still visibly trembling, his gaze fixed on the ground. "They... they said they'd... they'd cut it off," he murmured, tears forming again. "They said men don't need it... that it's a symbol of our weakness."

Kobeni felt a wave of grief and anger wash over her. The cruelty and twisted ideologies of this world had scarred Ryota deeply, both mentally and emotionally. She reached out, attempting to comfort him, but he flinched away, his trust in people shattered by the consistent torment.

Taking a deep breath, Kobeni tried a different approach. "Ryota, look at me," she whispered, waiting patiently until he met her gaze. "I am your sister. I promise I will protect you. No one will hurt you anymore."

Ryota's eyes welled up, and he pulled away, hugging his knees to his chest. "All girls are mean. They just want to hurt me, use me, and play with me like I'm some toy. They don't care about me. Why should you be any different?" His voice quivered, a mixture of fear and childish innocence.