AKAME ASSASINATION (20)
"I commend all of you for your bravery." The boy spoke with a plastered grin low on his face. "But if you don't get these blades away from my neck I will brake your necks, rip out your intestines hang them on the welcome sign of the dojo and burn this place down. Pick wisely."
"You cocky little bastard." Sato walked towards the boy. "Look I'll show you a bit of mercy seeing as your just a boy."
Now they were face to face, a little to close for comfort on the boy's part. "So how about 20 lashes from each of us at the city square and then we'll call it even?"
"So you wanna die."
SLICE!
With one decisive slash the boy cut Sato's jugular, which sent everyone into a state of panic.
"You little shit."
One of the men attempted to cut the boy, but with high speed precision the boy was able to decapitate the poor man before jumping back and holding the short sword in his left hand.
"!"
One of the men realized that there was something missing from his waste guard. "He stole my sword.
"Get him!"
But the boy wasn't amused or scared of the 5 students of the Nichiro sword style that came after him. He simply moved when he had to, dodging blades that tried cutting through his skin with pin point precision. It was as though the boy could read their movements.
CLANK!
The boy's short sword collided with another blade which sent sparks flying, but he was unfazed. There was no raw power behind his attack, he simply moved when he needed to move. Like how he dodged another attack that came from behind him by moving to the side and letting the man's blade cut through his friend's stomach.
"Machi!" He screamed but it would appear a bit too late for him since the man's intestines were already pouring out as blood gushed from his mouth.
"Don't worry." The boy hopped onto the man's back, "You'll be joining him soon enough.
SLICE!
He then proceeded to slit his through as he had done Sato. With that most of the men outside the dojo had been killed by a single boy. All this time all Nichiro could do was watch in utter horror as the heir to his style just died.
"YOU PIECE OF FILTH!" Nichiro shouted.
In the background most of the staff came as they heard all this commotion.
"Sazanami-San!" One of the girl's called out.
"OUT OF MY WAY!" He pushed passed her as though she was a sack of potatoes and nothing more.
"Sir what's wrong?" More of his male students came pouring into the dojo.
"I'll show this boy why they call me the greatest swordsman in Endo, second only to the sword-master."
There was a small shrine on the northern wall of the dojo where a statue of the Buddha was being displayed with a few other paintings. But on the wall was a katana probably one he used in his earlier days.
SHHH!
HE unsheathed it, a beauty in its own right. "I'll KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"
"Even in your old age it would seem as though you've still got some wits you old fart." The boy smiled, "But sadly this isn't a fight."
SLICE!
It came as a shock to not only Nichiro himself, but everybody who observed. In an instant the boy unsheathed the long sword on his back revealing black steel and a curved blade. Steel that soon after was bathed in Nichiro's blood, as immediately after unsheathing it the boy went for a slice right through Nichiro's lower abdomen cutting the old man in half.
He had not chance of even using his famed sword.
"This was a one sided massacre."
The sword hit the ground with such remaining force that it made a dent on the cobblestone path. It was nothing new to see a long sword of that size but to think that a child with such a weak build would be able to carry it, that was unusual.
"Nichiro-San!"
The students readied their blades at the boy. For he had committed the greatest sin of all, he had killed their master.
"Let's think rationally about this." One of the students advised, "Charging in blindly will only get us killed."
"Well its nice to know you aren't complete morons." The held his long sword with a reverse grip, "However, I must fulfill my promise."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I gave your friends an option, either they let me leave freely or I break their necks, rip out their intestines and hang them at the school's entrance and burn down the entire dojo. They chose the later. So I must."
"You undignified asshole, have you no respect for your elders." Another shouted, "You charge in here giving demands to those who out rank you and kill off our master, and you think we'll let you go free?"
"Huh?" Akame laughed hysterically, tears slid down his face.
"What's so funny?"
"Its hilarious that you think you out rank me, its also really stupid. You are weak, very weak. Like incredibly weak. So much so that I took pity on you and was going to leave. But you decided that pride was more important than your own lives. I can respect that, but you should know weak creatures who merely cling to life deserve to die."
"How dare you look down on us."
A student jumped from the steps trying to slice the boy. 'With a sword that big there is no way he will be able to move it quickly and accurately.' Is what he thought before jumping.
The boy smiled much to the man's dismay.
CLANK!
There blades collided once.
CLANK!
Twice.
CLANK!
A third time.
BAM!
On the forth collision the man's sword broke.
'Wait, but how?'
A very good question, but sadly not one he would receive an answer for at that current moment or ever actually because the boy took his last swing cutting off the man's head.
Blood squirted out from his neck as his body went limp and fell onto the ground. Everybody stared in horror as they boy's face became drenched in blood, this mixed with his sinister smile was enough to make anyone run I fear. And rightfully so.
All those clever enough to read the room made a run for it, choosing their own lives than to morn the life lost in a fight. On that day all 20 students of the Nichiro-style school died horribly. On the school's entrance their head wrapped in scarves of intestines displayed like some type warning or maybe a declaration to all those who saw themselves as strong.
For those who walked passed, even those in the distance, that night they saw a blaze and in the morning found nothing but ash where the school used to be.
ALL OF IT, WENT UP IN FLAMES.