"You'll learn what it means to touch a man and not apologize. We'll beat you until you forget your own name," someone added darkly.
"You're going back to your father's house with bandages and shame," another spat.
It wasn't just a threat.
It was a promise.
Abuchi stood in place.
Surrounded.
Alone.
But still… calm.
His heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from how quickly this had escalated. He knew he couldn't win a brawl against more than ten grown men. Even he wasn't that arrogant. But walking away now?
No.
They didn't want to apologise to him. They wanted to humiliate him. Break him down until he was small. And that, he would not allow.
"You won't even be able to hunt us down, even if you tried! So don't think we're scared of you!" one of the men barked, his voice loud and filled with mockery.
But what they didn't know… was that Abuchi wasn't scared of them either.
Not even a little.
