In the city of Seoul, a tense scene unfolded on a street. A black-haired teenager stood calmly, surrounded by a gang of roughly thirty men adorned with menacing tattoos. Their eyes blazed with malice.
"Tsk, I'll tear this bitch apart!" one sneered.
"Fuck this dude, I'll kill him!" another growled.
"Get ready, bitch~" a third taunted.
Yet, the teenager remained unfazed, his arms buried deep in his pockets. His unusual, "inside-out" eyes locked onto the gang, his voice steady.
"What do you guys want now?" He questioned causing the group to respond in anger.
"Tsk, this eye contact bitch! He thinks we're kidding!" one of the men sneered.
"Just cause he's got some fit body and tattoos, he thinks he's a big guy," another mocked.
"Let me have at him!" a third growled.
The group of men snarled and glared, but their taunts were silenced by a bald man who stepped forward.
"Oh, someone reasonable..." the teenager said, his gaze fixed on the bald man.
"You, Shinsei, are you from the Yamazaki clan?" the man asked, his eyes narrowing.
Shinsei nonchalantly removed a sweet from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.
"I don't know..." Shinsei replied, his voice low and introspective, as if trying to recall a distant memory.
"Hmm... The Reverse Eyes are proof enough!" the bald man barked, his tone dripping with malice. "You boys beat him near death!"
With a chorus of menacing grunts, the group of men charged towards Shinsei, their fists clenched and ready to strike.
The first attacker reached Shinsei and swung a meaty fist, but before it could connect, a blur of motion struck the man's face, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Huh?!" the men exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide with shock.
Their comrade had been dispatched with a single, seemingly effortless kick. The leader's face reflected his astonishment, his mind racing with a single, disbelieving thought: Who the hell is this guy?
He knew his men were seasoned gangsters, hardened by countless street fights and brutal encounters. Yet, they had been effortlessly sent flying, like fragile, insignificant things.
"Jump him!" the leader yelled, and the group of gangsters closed in on Shinsei, hoping to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
However, Shinsei seemed to anticipate their move. With a fluid, almost dance-like motion, he began to weave and spin, using the principles of Capoeira to devastating effect.
Capoeira, a Brazilian martial art that combines elements of dance, acrobatics, and music, emphasizes agility, flexibility, and creative movement. Shinsei exploited these principles to evade and counter the gangsters' clumsy attacks.
As the gangsters crowded in, Shinsei used their momentum against them. He executed a series of rapid-fire kicks, spins, and dodges, using the gangsters' own energy to send them crashing into each other.
A perfectly timed meia lua de frente (front half-moon kick) sent one gangster stumbling back, while a quick esquiva (dodge) allowed Shinsei to avoid another's wild swing. He followed up with a swift ginga (swinging kick), catching the gangster off guard and sending him tumbling to the ground.
The gangsters' numbers proved to be their downfall, as Shinsei's Capoeira skills allowed him to effortlessly navigate the crowded space and pick off his attackers one by one.
The leader's eyes widened in astonishment, his face pale with disbelief. "What the... how can someone so young master Capoeira to such an extent?" he trailed off, his gaze drifting to his members, who were scattered on the floor, groaning in agony.
Shinsei, on the other hand, stood tall, untouched, and unruffled. Not a single hair was out of place, nor was there a speck of dust on his clothes. His calm demeanor only added to the leader's bewilderment.
The leader's expression changed from shock to pragmatism. "T-that's enough!" he called out to his remaining members, his voice firm but laced with a hint of defeat.
Shinsei's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows rising in surprise. He hadn't expected the leader to retreat so quickly. Most leaders in his experience were arrogant and stubborn, refusing to yield even when faced with overwhelming defeat.
But this leader was different. He knew when to hold back, when to retreat and regroup. Shinsei's gaze lingered on the leader, a spark of curiosity igniting within him.
Shinsei's eyes sparkled with amusement as he gazed at the leader. "Oh? I wasn't even started though~" he said, his tone dripping with nonchalance.
The leader's face darkened, his jaw clenched in determination. "You face me now," he growled, his fists clenched as he assumed a fighting stance.
Shinsei's gaze never wavered, his expression lazy and uninterested. "Hmm... I don't mean to sound rude, but you can't beat me~" he drawled, the stick candy rolling around his tongue with a soft clicking sound.
The leader's eyes flashed with frustration, but he bit back his retort, refusing to rise to Shinsei's bait. I know that! he thought inwardly, his mind racing with strategies.
Shinsei's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You know what? Initially, I was planning on killing you all..." His voice trailed off, leaving the leader's imagination to fill in the blanks.
A shiver ran down the leader's spine as his face paled, but Shinsei's next words caught him off guard. "...But I've had a change of mind. If you can last one minute, I'll become your lackey. But if I beat you under a minute, then I win your gang. How about that?" Shinsei proposed, his smile gleaming with challenge.
The leader's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Shinsei, his mind reeling with the proposal. Does he think he's God or something? he thought, incredulous. But he knew better than to underestimate Shinsei. The young man's carefree demeanor belied a calculating mind, and he wouldn't propose a deal unless he was certain of the outcome.
With a sense of resignation, the leader nodded. "Okay then... I accept."
Shinsei's face split into a wide grin as he let out a sharp exhale. "Start~"
In an instant, Shinsei's figure blurred, his movements a testament to his experience in battle. The leader, anticipating a straightforward attack, took a step back, but he was no match for Shinsei's speed and agility.
With a fluid motion, Shinsei closed the distance between them, his hands guiding the leader's arm into a circular motion. The leader, caught off guard, felt himself being lifted off the ground, his body arcing through the air in a perfect circle.
Shinsei's Aikido technique, Kokyu-ho, had transformed the leader's energy into a circular motion, leaving him suspended mid-air, confused and disoriented. The leader's eyes widened in shock as he struggled to comprehend the speed and efficiency of Shinsei's attack.
The leader's eyes shut tight, shame and defeat washing over him like a tidal wave. Even Aikido..., he thought, his mind reeling with the implications. He had led his group into this debacle, seeking to capture the elusive Yamazaki kid, rumored to have a hefty price on his head.
But instead, they had been utterly crushed, their strength and numbers rendered meaningless against Shinsei's mastery. And now, they had lost their freedom, bound to serve the very person they had sought to capture.
Shinsei's cheerful voice cut through the leader's despair, his words dripping with triumph. "I guess I win~"
The leader's body, still suspended in mid-air, finally landed on the floor with a soft thud, his eyes remaining shut in defeat. The sound of Shinsei's laughter echoed through the air, a stark contrast to the leader's despair.