Raoh vs Mountain Bandits 2

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I remained silent for a few seconds. I just realized I had been naive. This world was not that much different from my past one. Humans tended to develop bad habits. Where there were people, there was a need for comfort.

This was how this world came to be rotten...Once you developed a taste for women, power, alcohol, drugs, etc. you could develop an addiction.

These bandits were the perfect illustration of this. They did not have much money, so instead, they probably used their power to quench whatever carnal desires their bodies craved for. I did not want to imagine all the sorts of atrocities these bastards committed in broad daylight.

These kinds of folks, robbed, raped, killed innocents without batting an eyelid and they probably did so on a daily basis. People from Foosha village were lucky they apparently lived a little far from them. They most certainly came here today here due to special circumstances. But their reputation still reached as far as our port, and they struck fear in the hearts of the residents. Passersby did not avoid them for no reason.

When Shanks did not respond to their open provocation, they presumably associated his behavior with a show of weakness and an admittance of inferiority. These fools had assumably affiliated the pirate with the “Weakling” and “Cowardly Chicken” labels.

Now that they knew no real man would stand up and protect the appetizing woman, they were sure they could prey on her. After all who could move any big waters beside them here?...Or so they thought.

These fiends had yet found another girl they could insult and humiliate. I could already picture what was coursing through their warped minds, and the revolting things they were planning to do to Makino.

Making a woman fall into depravity brought exhilarating mirth to this type of trash…

There was no need to think too much about it. When was all said and done, this was just another day among countless ones for the bandits. Spoiling maidens and plundering widows was kind of a craze for these mobsters.

Unfortunately for them, the flower they had chosen to step upon and trample today was part of my family…

I was convulsing with frenzied fury and energy seeped out of my pores, it formed a swirl of vapor around my body. This wanton mob had awoken some of my inner demons...and those would let off steam on them, only leaving carnage and death in their wake.

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In my past life, I was a tyrant. Even before I reached a high level of power, my personality had always been despotic. I won’t lie and tell the truth...I was a cold-blooded mass murderer. I had gone way past the borders of evil and madness, I had gone through a bloody path to become a king. The only difference was that I had achieved this with my own hands. Anyway living in a post-apocalyptic world was messed up in the first place…

However, I still had my own convictions I tried to remain true to. I was and am still a romantic man, with big dreams. I believed in true love and fought over a woman’s affection with my adoptive brothers. I lost miserably and she rejected my advances, so I had never tasted the happiness brought up by that feeling. But my heart was still yearning for her, just from a distance…

Even when she loved my little brother Kenshiro, I protected her from the shadows when he had yet to grow strong enough to do so. I won’t pretend that I had never felt frustration and had dark thoughts at times. I was also a human after all, but unlike beasts, I did not cross that line…

Anyway, those tales belonged to the past. I had no plan to be this chivalrous and heroic in this new opportunity at life, but I would never turn my back on helpless women, especially one that had done so much for me. Makino had fed us, bathed us etc. and I would never leave such a hidden danger like this alive.

With all that said, having such feelings bottomed up inside, killing rapists and sexual deviants were also one of my fads… Yeah, I was far from a “righteous” man, I was twisted; albeit with my home recipe, but indeed contorted. If anyone asked me I would own up to it.

Suppressing the madness and evil energy enveloping my small frame, I finally opened my mouth.

“...That fine booty as you call is family…” I said with a hidden meaning.

“Hmm?" The bandits instantly did the math in their heads. After knowing why I approached them they turned to their leader, waiting for him to speak, with brazen smirks.

“Looks like we made a blunder today, Haha!” After he said this they all started laughing. “So what are you going to do about it kid? That woman is going to be ours and you can’t do shit about it…” He said very shamelessly as if used to such a situation. His face had not even the slightest bit of seriousness, what was in front of him was air as far as he was concerned.

The bandit's attention was directed back to me with his strong statement, of course laughing even more than before. Some of them shook their heads in pity, they had partaken in such rituals quite a few times.

Whether I agreed to it or not, the woman was going to be violated. The first time they had done it was due to peer pressure, but now they had developed a taste for it.

At the end of the day, none of them cared for my opinion on the matter, and knowing I was alive, not being able to do a damn thing, would add a bit of spiciness to the bland activity.

I pulled my joints, which cracked and said with a shaking tone. “ You guys are going to wish for death soon.” I smiled evilly and jumped into the mob.

The bandit leader had a palm on his face, trying to hide hilarity. When he removed it his eyes were still closed and he was swaying with merriment. This day turned out to be more entertaining with each additional minute.

He enjoyed seeing these struggling rats the most. They had all abided by rules and principles but ended up begging for their lives. Not one of them was able to defend their honor.

Before I stepped in, he did not really care for that bartending chick, but now he would personally devastate her before anyone else did.

This was why he had become a bandit, for this adrenaline rushing through his veins. Every time he stepped on someone’s else happiness he had such a hormonal rush. He was high on crime.

However the moment he opened his eyes and looked in front of him, he was seeing one of his men impaled by the child, who had raised him over his head.

When the kid removed his hand from the man’s belly, organs and blood spilled on the ground.

“Gulp..!” He took a big sip of saliva and before he could order his men to encircle the kid, the latter said;

“Remember this...My name is Monkey D Raoh and I’m the guy who is sending you to hell today.”