My youth story cannot be a knight war

[The Lindo of the ancient times were a completely herdsman-like people, and each of them was incredibly kind, not even aware of the concept of "killing." Even when faced with a Gurongi that threatened their own lives, they would not choose to kill or wipe out the other party's life.]

Even though KUUGA, the form of Rindo in the ancient times, possessed invincible power, he only chose to seal the Gurongi clan instead of killing them. He didn't even kill a single Gurongi. Therefore, Jaraji naturally believed that if he begged for mercy, they would not kill him.

[And in order to survive, Jaraji was even willing to give up the honor that Gurongi regarded as more important than life, and chose to beg for mercy from Zaimokuza.]

Although it knew that even if it survived, it would inevitably end up being sealed again, it still believed that as long as there was life, there would be no shortage of firewood. As long as it could continue to survive, it would be able to continue playing the game when it woke up again in the future.

【But Jaraji still forgot one thing. 】

[That is, the current era is no longer the ancient times when their tribe lived, and the human race is no longer the Lindo of the past.]

【Times have long since changed.】

Therefore, in response to Jaraji's plea for mercy, Zaimokuza had only one answer:

[“Super Transformation!”]

Every word he spoke was like the clashing of blades, emitting fiery sparks. Jaraji's plea for mercy completely ignited the remaining shred of rationality within Zaimokuza, transforming it into a boundless, surging rage.

【Om—】

In the golden light of the Yamadam Spirit Stone, the surface of the pool, covered in a layer of red, reflected the warrior's tall and majestic figure, his body covered in heavy armor.

Zaimokuza, in his Titan form, stomped Jaraji's chest, pushing him into the pool as he continued to beg for mercy. He then grabbed Jaraji's flailing right hand with both hands and pulled him back with all his might.

[“Woo——”]

[Jaraji, having been stepped into the water, frantically swung his left hand at Zaimokuza's foot, which was pressing against his chest, and tried to move it away. Zaimokuza, however, ignored him and grabbed his right hand with both hands, pulling back with all his might with a deafening roar.]

[“——What the hell!!!”]

[Crack, crack—]

A terrifying sound erupted from the junction of Jaraji's right arm and shoulder. Amidst its sudden and intensified struggle and Zaimokuza's furious roar, blood oozed frantically from Jaraji's shoulder.

[Faced with the Titan's incredible strength, Jaraji, severely injured and restrained by the G1 on his body, was completely unable to resist. Finally, with a sound like tearing cloth, his right arm was completely removed from his torso by Zaimokuza.]

Zaimokuza, completely overcome by rage, casually threw the severed arm back and, following the same pattern, grabbed Jaraji's other arm, tearing off its left hand as well, even as the other wailed.

[This process seems as simple as tearing a piece of paper, but it is so bloody and brutal that it is beyond words.]

[The Gurongi are a humanoid race that surpasses humans in every aspect, including their resilience. Therefore, as long as they are not injured to the point of being fatal, they can continuously repair their injuries.]

[But as Jaraji was repairing his wounds, Zaimokuza inflicted another severe blow without stopping. The blood flowing from his wounds completely dyed the small pond in the courtyard a blood-red. The richness of the blood was more like water dripping into the pool of blood than blood flowing into the water.]

[G1's energy also continued to rage and bloom during this process. As it eroded Jaraji's body, the aftermath of the energy overflowed and completely boiled the water in the pond, causing the scarlet blood to steam and swirl.]

After removing Jaraji's two defensive arms, Zaimokuza knelt on one knee and pressed down on its chest. He raised his fists again and brought them down towards its face, each punch heavier than the last.

[Amidst the intertwining fist shadows, Zaimokuza saw the hideous monster beneath him transform into its human form with one punch, and then transform into a monster form with the next punch. And after the third punch landed——]

[The face of Unidentified Lifeform No. 33 has transformed into the Vice President of the Taekwondo Club from many years ago.]

The memories he had forced himself to forget gradually began to resurface. Zaimokuza remembered that his opponent had been like this before. He had initially threatened him, but as he tirelessly raised his fists and beat him, he began to fear and beg for mercy.

【And what did I answer at that time? Zaimokuza has forgotten.】

But he still remembered the feeling he had once had, his body and mind completely dominated by rage, a tyrannical will filling every muscle in his body, driving him to raise his fists and destroy the opponent with the purest violence.

【And that feeling came back again after many years. 】

It was as if a raging fire ignited deep within his soul consumed Zaimokuza's spirit, completely burning away all the ideals and things he held dear. All that remained was hatred, loathing for the culprit who had committed such a heinous act.

[Unforgivable…]

【——Absolutely, unforgivable!!!】

[He roared, losing his mind, and pulled Jaraji, whose arms were both broken, out of the water, and punched it in the face again.]

[The punch shattered its fangs, and the fist slammed into its wide-open mouth, even deep into its throat.]

Then the fist opened and grabbed something.

[“Wuwu——!!!!!!”]

[Extreme fear made Jaraji shake his head desperately to resist, but because his mouth was gagged, he could only make a completely muffled cry, unable to stop the opponent at all.]

Zaimokuza's five fingers suddenly grasped something warm, and following the violent rage surging within him, he pulled back with all his might!

【Poof! 】

Zaimokuza forcibly ripped Jaraji's bloody vocal cords and tongue from his mouth. Blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, pouring into his nose and mouth. The unprecedented pain completely crushed his spirit.

But with its vocal cords ripped off, it couldn't even scream. It could only kick its legs, the only thing it could move. Ripples spread across the crimson water as it struggled.

The word "cruel" could not describe the bloody scene. This place was like the legendary hell of boiling oil, specifically used to punish the wicked. The two trapped within it were the ordained ones. Jaraji's struggle, even more powerful than his wails, complemented the bloody and shocking scene perfectly, awe-inspiring all onlookers.

【“…”】

Standing at the ward window, Kousaka Kyosuke silently watched the brutal torture unfold in the courtyard. The redness in his eyes gradually faded, and the hand not hooked to the IV slowly tightened its grip on the revolver.

"This……"

Countless people were stunned at this moment as they watched the atrocities committed by "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" against the enemy Gurongi on the screen.

If nothing else, even if the other party is the culprit Gurongi, the brutality displayed by "Yoshiki Zaimokuza" at this moment still makes all the viewers feel a chill in their spines.

Through the continuous playback of videos and light screens, all viewers have a clear understanding of what kind of person "Zaimokuza Yoshiteru" is.

This man not only has many shining points of humanity that are eye-catching, but also possesses an extraordinary strong will. No matter what desperate situation he faces, he will never give up easily. He is also gentle and kind. All the words in the world that describe the beautiful side of human beings seem to be applicable to him without any sense of disobedience.

Many people initially doubted whether such a wonderful person really existed in the world, and many people used foul language to attack him. However, as time passed, they all shut their mouths and chose silence after witnessing everything this man did for the joking reason of protecting everyone's smiles. The wave of attacks on the other party almost disappeared after he fought bloody battles again and again.

Many people originally thought that they had understood Zaimokuza Yoshiki, but at this moment, they saw another side of this man that had never been seen before.

The brutality he displayed towards Jaraji completely shattered the impression many people had of him. They were shocked to realize that this man with an almost saintly character was not actually a perfect superman, and that he could be so angry at Gurongi's disgusting behavior.

The rage in his roar was so fierce and violent, and the way he tore the enemy to pieces like a puppet was horrifying just to watch. The bloody sight of blood flowing like a river made countless people want to vomit. Although the person being subjected to such atrocities was not a human, after all, any normal person would not be able to look directly at such a horrifying sight.

Not only the policemen inside the light curtain, but even the audience outside the light curtain were completely shocked by the unprecedented violent behavior of "Zaimokuza Yoshiteru", and the world fell into a brief silence.

Sakurasou, Suimei City, Tokyo.

"……don't want."

Shiina Mashiro, who was concentrating on watching the light screen, suddenly turned pale, hugged his shoulders with his hands, and his body trembled slightly.

"W-What's wrong!? Shiina."

Although his face turned pale because of the bloody scene on the screen, when he saw the girl he cared about suddenly looked very frightened, Kanda Sorata suppressed his discomfort and walked forward, asking with a worried look.

"Are you feeling unwell? Then stop looking! Take a rest."

"No, Sorata... No!"

Shiina Mashiro shook her little head and lowered her head to look at her white feet in slippers. Her clear chestnut eyes were trembling slightly at this moment, and there was an unconcealable fear in her eyes.

"That person, the color in that person... disappeared."

"Color? That person? Are you talking about Mr. Zaimokuza?"

Although he had been with this girl for quite some time, Kanda Sorata was still confused by the words she occasionally said. He scratched his head in confusion and said.

He glanced back at Zaimokuza, who was still torturing Jaraji on the screen. "Wow, how could the color be fading?" he asked. "The water in the pond was so rich it could be sold as red gouache without filtering."

Shiina Mashiro ignored Kanda Kanda's divergent thoughts. She quietly raised her head and continued to look at the light curtain, then suddenly lowered her head the next second, and her body trembled even more violently.

As a rare genius painter, Shiina Mayu was born with a gift that is almost like a special ability, that is, she can see the different "colors" of each person with her naked eyes.

These colors represent the true side of a person to some extent. So although Shiina Mashiro has a simple personality, her judgment of people is very accurate and she never makes mistakes.

And now, with this talent of hers, she sees things and changes that other viewers cannot see.

"There's no mistake. The color on that person... is almost completely gone."

"Its original color was like a warm yellow that had just been mixed on the color wheel. On the paper, it was as warm as the sun, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling. But now—"

Shiina Mashiro's voice seems to be starting to become unstable now, which fully demonstrates how scared she is.

"Now... the color of that person's body began to be quickly dyed black from the inside out. The color gave people a terrible feeling... It was very cold. I couldn't feel any warmth at all."

"That person—is about to be completely swallowed by this terrifying blackness."

18. The figure in the eyes is the destined fate (8K)

【"vomit!"】

Some of the onlookers could no longer bear the brutality of the scene. The stench of blood in the air irritated many, causing their stomachs to involuntarily cramp. They immediately covered their mouths with their hands, their faces pale, and began to dry heave.

Of course, they recognized these two figures. One was the target of this operation, number 33, while the other was the police collaborator, number 4. If someone with sharp eyes hadn't immediately recognized the latter's identity, everyone would have already fired their loaded guns the moment the two men fell from the sky.

[But the scene unfolding before their eyes inevitably gave them the illusion that friend and foe were reversed, and they began to doubt who was the enemy that should be attacked.]

The brutal and cold-blooded No. 33 in the file was now like a finned shark in the hands of No. 4, only able to let out a muffled wail as he was wantonly ravaged. Meanwhile, No. 4, acting as his accomplice, displayed the brutality of a demon. The way he tore apart the opponent's body with a single blow made many police officers' knees weaken.

Especially when Zaimokuza tore off Jaraji's arms and threw them around, a police officer who happened to be hit directly in that direction saw the severed arms at his feet and fell to the ground in fear, screaming loudly.

Although the police confirmed Number Four as an accomplice, many people have always harbored a deep distrust of him. In their view, even if Number Four has never harmed humans, this only means that hunting his own kind is a higher priority for him than for humans. They cannot deny the possibility that he will imitate his own kind.

[Because he is ultimately an unconfirmed life form. Those who are not of our species must have different hearts. This principle is a conclusion drawn by humans through thousands of years of civilization. After all, even different countries within the same human race can kill each other endlessly, let alone races that are completely different from humans.]

The brutality Zaimokuza displayed in this battle shocked all the onlookers. As they watched Jaraji, now a bloody mess struggling in the crimson pond, they couldn't help but subconsciously imagine him as a human being.

[Just thinking about that scene briefly made many police officers unable to suppress their urge to shoot.]

[At this moment, Zaimokuza, enraged, threw his torn vocal cords and tongue aside, reached out from the pool of blood beneath him, grabbed Jaraji's neck and pulled him up, raising his fist to strike again.]

【boom! 】

The crisp sound of a gunshot stopped Zaimokuza's movements and caused all the surrounding police officers to look in the direction of the gunshot.

[“Woohoo!!!”]

A bullet pierced the air and struck Jaraji, who was being held by Zaimokuza, in the mouth. Blood gushed from its mouth, and it wailed incoherently again, its two remaining thighs kicking feebly.

【“——”】

Zaimokuza's mind, completely dominated by rage, finally came to its senses in this sudden change. He immediately turned to look in the direction of the bullet, and his blood-stained eyes reflected a familiar figure.

【“…”】

[Kousaka Kyosuke, standing at the ward window, slowly lowered his raised pistol. The smoke rising from the muzzle confirmed that he was the one who had fired the shot.]

He gazed down at Zaimokuza, who was looking up at him. His dark eyes met those large red compound eyes, and he shook his head gently.

Time seemed to stand still here. The two people, one higher and one lower, stared at each other without saying a word.

【But Zaimokuza already understood what Kousaka Kyousuke meant. 】

He lowered his raised fist slightly, then raised it again the next moment and struck Jaraji in the face with all his might.

This punch sent Jaraji flying, and the splatter of blood left a long red streak on the atrium floor. It broke three pillars in a row before stopping when it hit the fourth.

[Patter. 】

The jet-black belt was torn from Jaraji's waist by the impact of the punch, rolling a long distance across the floor tiles. When it stopped rolling, the red matrix pattern on the display screen dimmed and went out.

【『end』】

Jaraji's body left a crimson stain in the hollow of the colonnade before slowly sliding to the ground. The armor on his body vanished as he landed, returning to his original human form.

["Woo——Woo——KU——"]

Without G1's interference, Jaraji's body, driven by its survival instinct, quickly repaired its injuries. The bloody hole in its eye, its severed tongue, and its broken vocal cords began to heal. A muffled hum filled with resentment emanated from its mouth as it stumbled to its feet.

【boom--】

【“!?”】

But before it could fully stand up, the roar of a locomotive reached its ears. Jaraji hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound. In the blood-red vision of its barely repaired right eye, all it saw was two pairs of massive horns suddenly closing.

[“Puff!”]

Graham's horns clamped down hard on Jaraji's waist, their sharp tips piercing his flesh and pinning him down. Jaraji only had time to transform into his Gurongi form before he screamed and fell face-first onto the front of the car, pinned by the wooden seat of the Leaping Graham as it drove out of the hospital.

"It's number four! Get out of the way!"

[“Wow!?”]

The surrounding police officers screamed and moved out of the way when they saw the motorcycle bursting out from inside the hospital. Zaimokuza, the driver of the motorcycle, didn't even slow down. Amid Jaraji's screams, he rammed several police cars blocking his path before speeding off. The police officers behind him, still unaware of the situation, stared at each other in bewilderment as the motorcycle's exhaust fumes lingered.

A bandaged hand picked up the fallen black belt. Kousaka Kyosuke pursed his lips as he looked at the G1 he had recovered. Surprisingly, his eyes lacked any joy, only an indescribable complexity.

"Report! Inspector Kosaka, Number Four has left with Number Thirty-Three. What are our next instructions?"