"Come on, pretty girl, we don't mean any harm. We just fell for you at first sight. All we're asking is to grab a drink together," said the blond guy sitting across from Touka, his voice dripping with false sincerity. His tone was soft — but his eyes were full of nothing but lust.
"Yeah, that's right! We're harmless, see? Do we look like bad guys to you?"
"We'll pay for everything. You can drink as much as you want, no strings attached!"
The other blond punks chimed in, thinking their persistence was somehow charming.
"I've already told you several times — I'm waiting for someone. I can't go with you. Go bother someone else." Touka's sharp blue eyes flashed coldly as she glanced at them.
They were in a public place — she couldn't just lash out. But if this were a quiet alley instead of a park full of people, none of them would be walking away alive.
"You're really heartless, you know that?" The blond leader sneered. "You're going to reject us just because of some friend? You've been waiting forever — face it, he ditched you. He's not coming back."
He waved his hand dismissively, his tone dripping with mock pity. He'd seen this story a hundred times — girls waiting for guys who bailed halfway through. Only this time, he couldn't believe someone had walked away from a beauty like her. That guy must've been an idiot... or completely spineless.
"I'll say this one last time," Touka's voice dropped, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Leave. Now."
Hearing him bad-mouth Hayashi made her blood boil. If they pushed her any further, she'd kill every last one of them.
"Damn, I like this attitude," the blond grinned, licking his lips. "The feistier you are, the more it turns me on." He reached out and grabbed her pale wrist, eyes shining with perverse excitement.
"Let go of—"
Touka's words were cut short by another voice, calm yet sharp as a blade.
"Take your filthy hands off her."
The blond froze. His wrist was suddenly caught in an iron grip. When he turned around, he found himself staring into Hayashi's calm, handsome face.
"Bro, what's your problem? You trying to play hero?" The punk frowned, not liking the interruption.
"I'm the one she was waiting for," Hayashi said flatly, his tone cold. "So why don't you take your dirty hand off her before I do it for you."
Touka's eyes softened when she saw him."You took your time," she said coolly — though inwardly, she felt an immense wave of relief.
The blond squinted, sizing him up.
"So you're her boyfriend, huh? Figures. White hair, cocky attitude — you look like one of us. You should know the rules then. You walked away, so she's fair game."
He smirked, shrugging casually. "So yeah, she's coming with us for drinks tonight. Unless you've got a problem wi—"
CRACK!
The sharp snap of bone cut him off mid-sentence.
The blond stared down at his wrist in disbelief, now bent at an impossible angle.
"Since you wouldn't move your hand," Hayashi said calmly, "I moved it for you."
"My hand! My hand!" The punk screamed in agony, clutching his arm.
"Boss! Boss, are you okay?!" The other blond thugs rushed in, faces twisted in rage.
"You bastard! You're dead! You—"
Hayashi's icy gaze landed on the one shouting, and the words died in his throat. He didn't say a thing — he just looked. But that single glance felt like falling into a frozen abyss.
A primal sense of fear overtook them. One by one, they stumbled backward, trembling uncontrollably. And then — they ran. All of them.
"Wait! Don't run off! Don't leave me here!" The injured leader shouted, panicked, watching his crew disappear into the night.
The pain in his arm was so intense he nearly blacked out.
"Well then," Hayashi said softly, stepping closer. "Looks like it's your turn."
"Bro, wait! It's a misunderstanding! Really! You gotta believe me — it's all a huge misunderstanding!" The blond stammered, forcing a pathetic grin.
"Oh? A misunderstanding?" Hayashi tilted his head slightly, smiling faintly.
CRACK!
This time, he snapped the entire arm.
"B-Bro! Please! I know I messed up! I shouldn't have touched your girl!" The blond cried, tears mixing with sweat, shaking uncontrollably.
"No," Hayashi said gently, eyes unreadable. "You're not sorry. You're just scared to die."
He smiled faintly. "That's okay. We've got plenty of time. Let's take it slow — this is only the beginning."
CRACK!CRACK!
Bones shattered one after another, the blond's screams echoing through the park. Hayashi didn't stop until he'd broken every single bone in the man's body.
Finally, he crouched down and took hold of the man's shattered wrist."Alright," he said quietly, "now you can repent properly."
A soft light flickered in Hayashi's palm — the power of the Horse Talisman. The man's bones realigned, his flesh and tissue restoring as if nothing had ever happened.
He gasped in disbelief, staring at his miraculously healed arm — but fear quickly drowned any sense of relief.
"C-Can I go now?" he asked, trembling, voice barely audible.
"No," Hayashi replied, smiling warmly. "We're just getting started."
He leaned in, eyes glinting with cold amusement.
"After all… you don't learn your lesson unless it hurts a few more times."