The rain was pouring heavier than ever, soaking every inch of the battlefield. The muddy ground reeked of sweat, metal, and exhaustion. The fight that began as a gang clash had now turned into something far deeper — a war of pride, survival, and vengeance.
Two battles raged side by side — Avanuk vs Yash, and Zenro vs Shaban — and these two fights would decide the fate of the Joker Beetles.
Lightning flashed in the sky as Yash staggered forward, his breath steaming in the cold rain. Across from him stood Avanuk — built like a mountain, his muscles glistening beneath the Rain. His calm, unreadable eyes reflected the storm around them.
The moment the thunder cracked, they charged again.
Yash aimed a swift roundhouse kick toward Avanuk's head, but Avanuk ducked with surprising speed. The kick barely brushed past his ear before he caught Yash's other leg midair. In one motion, Avanuk twisted his body and tried to throw Yash over his shoulder.
But Yash retaliated instantly — twisting midair, he landed a brutal punch across Avanuk's face. The sound echoed through the parking lot.
For a brief moment, Yash thought he had broken his opponent's balance. But Avanuk didn't even flinch.
His head slowly turned back toward Yash, expressionless — his eyes as cold as the rain. That punch... meant nothing.
Then Avanuk smiled.
"You've got guts," he muttered. "But guts don't win wars."
He stepped closer, his bare feet splashing through puddles, and took a deep stance. The air around him shifted. His movements became heavier — deliberate — grounded.
It was his Sumo fighting style.
Before Yash could react, Avanuk lunged forward, grabbed him tightly by the waist, and lifted him off the ground.
In the next second — slam! — Yash's back hit the wet concrete with a thunderous impact. The shockwave made the water ripple outward.
Yash gasped for breath, his vision spinning. The world blurred. Rain struck his face like knives, but his body refused to move. Then everything went black.
On the other side, the fight between Zenro and Shaban reached its end. Shaban's knuckles were bleeding, his breathing ragged, but his spirit burned like fire.
Zenro, though skilled, was clearly exhausted — his movements slow, his strikes heavy but unfocused. With one final roar, Shaban ducked under Zenro's swing and landed a crushing uppercut straight to his jaw. Zenro collapsed instantly.
And just like that, both Yash and Zenro were down.
The Anacondas had won.
The Joker Beetles — once a feared gang — had finally fallen.
Avanuk stood over Yash's unconscious body, his chest rising and falling slowly. Rainwater streamed down his arms, washing away the blood. He looked around the battlefield — defeated bodies everywhere, puddles mixed with red. The silence was almost peaceful.
He exhaled deeply. "From the start," he said, his voice echoing through the rain, "you bastards had only a one percent chance of winning."
The rest of the Anacondas laughed, cheering in victory, their boots splashing through the puddles as they began walking away. Zenro lay on the ground nearby, barely conscious, his breathing shallow. The biker gang that once ruled the area had fallen — and the storm didn't seem to care.
Rain and blood continued to fall together.
But then—
Something moved.
Avanuk stopped mid-step and turned around.
Yash was standing.
The boy who had been slammed into the ground with a move powerful enough to knock out any normal man... was standing again.
His eyes were half-open, dazed but burning with something raw — something that looked like pain, pride, and fury all mixed together.
Avanuk's expression shifted slightly — confusion, then disbelief.
"What the hell…" he muttered. "That move should've ended you."
Yash didn't answer. His body trembled as if his bones themselves were rejecting his will, but still, he stood tall. His fists clenched. His lips parted slightly as if to say something — but before he could, a blur rushed from the side.
Shaban appeared again, leaping high into the air and slamming a flying kick straight into Yash's ribs. The impact sent him spinning to the ground, crashing hard onto the wet concrete once more.
Yash didn't move again.
Avanuk let out a low sigh. "He's done. Let's go."
The Anacondas turned their backs and disappeared into the rain, their victory echoing in the distance.
The Joker Beetles had lost.
Hours passed.
The rain didn't stop.
When Yash finally opened his eyes again, the sky was still gray. His head throbbed with pain. Around him stood Zenro and a few remaining members of the Beetles, battered and silent.
Zenro noticed him stir and knelt beside him. His voice was hoarse.
"So, you finally woke up," he said with a tired smile. "Sorry, Yash. We lost. Guess I wasn't as strong as I thought."
Yash said nothing. His eyes were hollow, his expression unreadable. He stood up quietly, his movements heavy, and began walking home through the rain.
The streets were empty. Neon lights flickered against the wet pavement. Every drop of water that hit his skin burned — not from pain, but from humiliation. His clothes were torn, blood still dripping from cuts across his arms. His fists clenched tighter with every step.
When he reached home, his mother's eyes widened in horror.
"Yash! What happened to you?!" she cried, rushing toward him. Her voice was sharp with worry, anger, and fear. "You're bleeding! What have you done to yourself?"
Yash didn't look at her.
His voice was quiet, almost emotionless. "I don't care."
He walked past her, leaving wet footprints across the floor, and closed himself in his room.
The sound of the rain outside mixed with his heavy breathing. His room was dark, except for a small picture frame on his table — a photograph of his father smiling, taken years ago.
Yash stared at it for a long time.
The memories hit him all at once — the laughter, the warmth, the day he promised his father he'd never lose, never give up.
And now, he had broken that promise.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sank to the floor, clutching the frame against his chest. His body trembled with silent sobs, the pain of defeat heavier than any wound.
Outside, thunder rumbled once again — but this time, it sounded like a promise.
The night wasn't over.
This was not the end of Yash's story.