Chapter XV: Abuse the Weak and the Strong

Outside Shizukana Gake, The Great Plateau

Month of the Garuda 32, 172 ,328 DE

Standing about six foot four and slender as a girl, Miura has the uncalloused, jade-like, womanly soft skin of a Cultivator. Just from looking at him, I cannot tell for certain whether he is an androgynous bitch Cultivator, as Old Man Jones always calls them, or if he just looks like one. You do not normally see that appearance until at least Foundation Establishment, but considering his apparent age and the level Mana I can sense around him, he should only be a Qi Condensation Cultivator and only a first stage one at that. Being a Miura means that he has a noble clan behind him for training and resource, but that is not enough to get to Foundation Establishment at less than twenty years of age.

I jump down from the trunk lid of the steamer car and smirk at Miura. "I don't see anyone here that qualifies as my better. All I see is a bunch of bitches from a shitty little city that doesn't even qualify as a pimple on the ass of the Great Plateau."

Miura gives me a cold smile that is not a smile. "Everyone knows that as long as our clans don't get involved in our fights with you, that gaijin bastard Jones does not interfere. Kneel and beg forgiveness and I won't kill you. I'll just castrate you for Sakura-san."

"Ryo-sama is the best! Break every bone in his body, Ryo-sama." The voice of the bitch sitting next to Sakura practically drips with hero-worship. A faint breeze brings the scent of her lust to my nose. The little bitch obviously wants to get plowed by her Ryo-sama.

Since the bitch called him Ryo-sama, it should mean that he is Miura Ryo, the firstborn son and heir of the Miura Clan. Someone of his social status hanging around with a rape gang like Harada's is not normal. The firstborn sons and the great talents in the clans just need to snap their fingers to have girls throw themselves naked at their feet.

It is the same for girls with high birth and talent. With Sakura's level of talent and beauty in this backwater kingdom, she could have almost any man she wanted fawning at her feet, with a simple smile. In school, the toads hang around her ten deep every chance they get. Their constant croaking interferes with my habit of sleeping in class.

The way humans kowtow to and fawn all over people like them makes me want to puke. It makes me wish I had no human blood in me. What did my mother ever see in a human that she would mate with one?

With my smirk still in place, I look around to make certain of the locations of the remaining members of the rape gang. "The stench of that slut's lust is fouling the air. You should give her a good swiving and put on a show for the rest of rape crew. No matter how long they live, they'll probably have another chance to see what it looks like for a girl to willingly copulate without being paid for it."

"Bastard! Kill him Ryo-sama!" The bitch's grating shriek rivals nails on a chalkboard.

"You are lowborn scum. I will show you the difference between trash like yourself that cannot even cultivate and a real elite." Miura glares at me but does not attack.

Looking at Miura, I laugh. "Since you don't have the balls to start the fun, I'll make the first move."

Springing backward at an angle to my right, I spin around in midair and land in the middle of Harada's uninjured rape gang members.

Crack! Crunch!

Hammering a kick with my shin into the thigh of the one right in front of me, I snap his femur in two. Before he can react, I grab him by the upper arms and smash his head into the head of the piece of trash next to him.

Crack-crack-crack!

As the two fall to the ground, another one pulls a dagger and tries to stab me in the stomach. I grab hold of his forearm, and twisting my hand in opposite directions, I break his wrist and forearm in multiple places.

"Bastard! How dare you!" Miura screams in rage.

"AAAAAARRRRRR!"

As I whip broken arm into the air by his broken arm, he screams in agony.

Miura springs toward me. From his speed, he has certainly completed his Body Tempering and should without a doubt be in the first or second stage of Qi Condensation. There is no way a human, who is still in the Body Tempering realm, could move as fast as he is.

Crunch! Thump.

Stepping behind the last two rape squad trash, I swing broke arm in nearly a full circle and slam him into the last two. Broken arm's scream cuts off abruptly, and all three fall to the ground in a tangled pile.

Miura leaps into the air, launching a flying round kick at my head, but I drive a hammer fist into his shin, knocking him back to the ground. His shin is harder than it looks, but his Body Tempering and Qi Condensation cannot compare to the Basic Body Forging I have completed for toughening the Body. As Miura hits the ground awkwardly, he uses one hand to keep from falling on his face, and his fingers dig into the ground.

Miura is no Vorn. He is about as threatening to me as a newborn kitten. I drive a toe kick into his face, but he covers it with his free hand and uses the force in my attack to help himself spring back a solid four meters. The hand he dug into the ground with clenches tightly, but I can see the dirt leaking from his fist. His timing sucks, as though he has never been in a real fight before. He has decent technical skills but no feel for how to beat down or kill an enemy. He gives the impression that he is a hothouse flower that has never had to survive the harsh realities of the outside world. All the favored sons and daughters of the clans in Shizukana Gake are the same.

"How pathetic. I can't even Cultivate, and you're such a pussy bitch your kicks can't even hurt me. You should just go home and slit your belly to expunge your shame. You got any more? Or is that best you can do?"

"Bastard commoner!" Springing forward, Miura flings his handful of dirt at me far too soon.

Ducking under the cloud of dirt, I spin around and wrap my arm around Miura's round kick that was aimed at my thigh, as it slams into my tensed muscles. Kicking his supporting leg out from under him, I surge to my feet and continue spinning.

Thud!

When I release Miura, he slams headfirst into the biggest steamer car, the one that felt like it was heavily armored. His body falls to the ground, and he shakes his head blearily. Before he can get his bearings, I step forward and kick him in the head.

Miura is probably not much slower than I am, but he loses badly in terms of strength. As Old Man Jones puts it, by making themselves look like androgynous bitches, Cultivators waste as much too much of their potential strength increases every time that they break through to a new stage. If they do not have a seriously strong bloodline or use some high powered precious medicines or resources, they can lose up to half of their strength increase to their beauty make over. But humans are among the most vain species in this world. Dragons may be the only species more vain than humans.

"Ryo-sama!" The bitch lusting after Miura springs to her feet.

Before her bitch friend can jump out of the steamer car, Sakura grabs her yukata-like robe and drags back into her seat.

Sakura glares at me. "Beast, what do you think you're doing? You're attacking nobility! My father will see you sentenced to death by torture!"

I laugh and smirk. "Daddy Harada already tried that and the City Lord told to shut the fuck up. Do you think Daddy Matsuda will have any more luck?"

With a smug smile, Sakura looks down her nose at me. "The Harada clan is trash. I am a witness to your violence. You won't escape this time."

Pulling one of my Bowie knives from the sheathe at the small of my back, I test its edge on the ball of my thumb. "Maybe I should slit your throats. Dead bitches tell no tales."

The controls for the steamer car are dead center in the cockpit, and the bitch on Sakura's left, the one that did not try to jump out of the car, throws a level and stamps her foot on a pedal.

Clank! Chug-chug-chug-chug-chug!

As the steam engine engages with the drive and rapidly spins up, the steamer car lurches backward, spaying rooster tails of dirt and grass from its wheels. The bitch next to Sakura stands up to see over the steam engine and handles the wheel with one hand.

Quickly finding the fire-powder gun that Harada's butt buddy dropped, I grab it and aim at the steam engine of the steamer car.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

I empty all ten of the heavy rounds, punching holes in the steam engine but not stopping it. I could easily run them down, but I do not intend to kill them. I am just terrorizing them.

Once they are about two hundred yards away, the girl yanks the wheel hard, while disengaging the drive, and the steamer car spins in a circle. As soon as the front faces the direction they were traveling, the girl slams the lever, reengaging the drive. Even bigger rooster tails of dirt spray out behind the steamer care, and as it lurches forward, the front end lifts off the ground for a few seconds.

Clank! Chug-chug-chug-chug-chug!

"KYAAAA!"

I spin around to see the steamer car, with Sato Aoi tied to it, accelerating toward me. One of the rape gang, with broken bones, glares at me from behind the wheel.

Jumping into the air, I land on the crash guard and throw the empty handgun at the driver. As the driver ducks, I chop through one of the ropes tying Sato Aoi to the headlights, and wrapping my arm around her back, I pull her tight to my chest and hack through the other rope. Leaping up and to my right, I clear the side of the steamer and twist a hundred eighty degrees while doing a backflip.

"EEEEP!" With another shriek, Sato Aoi wraps both her arms and legs tightly around me, burying her face against my shoulder.

As I land on the ground, I sheathe my Bowie Knife, but I keep my arm tightly around Sato Aoi's back. While trembling, she shows no signs of letting go of me.

Kicking the unconscious body of one the rape gang into the air, I grab a hold of his shirt and tear it off. I stuff the shirt between Sato Aoi's cheek and my neck. "Wipe your face. You're getting snot on me."

Letting out a sputtering breath, which might be a laugh, Sato Aoi holds me tighter with one arm. While trembling, she wipes her face and my shoulder. Her voice comes out as barely a whisper. "You're mean."

I laugh loudly. "Just the mention of my name silences crying babies and sends their mothers running for cover."

Still trembling, Sato Aoi, once more, buries her face against my shoulder. "Aoi knows. Everyone says Beast is a monster, a Ferocious Beast in human skin."

Laughing again, I pat Sato Aoi's head. "They're right. Not them I'm complaining about a naked girl clinging to me, but do plan on hanging onto me for long?"

"Pervert."

This girl has the strangest scent. When I pulled her off the steamer care, she smelled of fear, but it was already fading. Now, I do not know what to make of her scent. If anything, other than a slight odor of lust, I would say she smells contented.

"That's not an answer. You're the one that's naked, Sato-san."

"Call me Aoi. Beast is only wearing underclothes. Pervert."

I pat Sato Aoi on her head. "If you stay like this, I can't torture Harada's rape gang properly."

Aoi stiffens. "Have to torture them?"

"My motto is, abuse the weak and the strong. They think they're strong, so I have to abuse them more than the weak. Besides, you're the one who was gonna be gang raped. You don't want me to hurt them? "

Aoi shakes her head. "Just want to go home."

"Okay."

The way Aoi speaks in partial sentences is odd. In the Academy, we have been in a couple dozen classes together. She never talked much with anyone, but when answering the instructors' questions, she was always extremely articulate. Was that just her trying to act like everyone else?

As I pass each member of Harada's rape gang, I kick him hard enough to break multiple bones, and when I get to one with a kimono, I kick him into air. Tearing off his kimono, I put it over Aoi's head, completely hiding the girl.

Aoi's entire body tenses. "Don't wanna wear their clothes. Disgusting."

I have no idea if Aoi means just the clothes or if she is including Harada's rape gang. She probably means both, but it does not really matter.

"Put it on and cover you head."

Aoi shakes her head petulantly. "Don't wanna."

"Did the guards see you coming out of the city with them?"

Aoi shakes her head. "Sakura-san, Mei-san, Rika-san. Tied me up. Stuffed me in a burlap sack. No one could have seen me."

Slinging the corpse of the Spotted Forest Cat over one shoulder, I adjust its weight as best I can, and walk quickly toward the city gates. "You shouldn't call those cunts with san."

The volume of Aoi's voice drops. "Sorry."

I let out a sigh, and an evil smile twists my lips.. "Forget about it. You do realize you're still hugging onto a man while you're bare-ass naked. Not that I'm complaining about having such a nice pair of tits crushed against my chest."

Aoi slaps me on the back. "Ow. You're hard!"

"Did you just notice what's poking your lower regions, now?"

Aoi slaps me again. "Pervert asshole! Talking about your back!"

Aoi pulls her head back and grins at me. "Pervert Beast. Wants to slake Beastly lusts with Aoi's body. Aoi's ready. Heh. Heh-heh-heh. Heh."

I ignore Aoi's comments about fucking her. It would be bad for her if I impregnated her.

"Put the kimono on properly. If the gate guards did not see you, and the bitches don't use your name, the City Guard will have no idea who you are if they don't see your face."

"Okay." Aoi frowns, but she releases her hold on me and drops to the ground. When she puts on the kimono, more than ten centimeters of fabric pools on the ground at her feet. As small as she is, she looks more like she is wearing a tent than a kimono.

Giving me a crooked grin, Aoi pulls open the kimono so I can see everything from her waist down. "No shoes. Carry me."

After pulling the collar of the kimono over Aoi's head, I pick her up, and once more, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

With our faces only centimeters apart, Aoi stares into my eyes. "Why is Pervert Beast so hard?"

"Body Forging. I make so-called experts who've entered Qi Condensation look like soft tofu."

"Teach Aoi Body Forging? Teach Aoi to fight like you?"

I let out a snort. "Didn't you take a good look at my body?"

"Couldn't help it. So amazing. Kept watching."

I chuckle. "Then did you notice all the scars on me?"

"Yeah."

"I fight so well because I'm always fighting. I usually fight Ferocious Beasts. Do yo want to wind up looking like me?"

"Want to learn to fight. Don't want to be beaten up by Sakura-san and her ……cunts, again."

As I pat Aoi on her ass, she slaps my back. "Pervert. Take responsibility."

I laugh. "I don't want to be responsible for this nice ass or those beautiful tits getting ruined with scars."

Aoi sighs, but she smells like she is happy. "Pervert. Body Forging?"

"It wouldn't be good for you. Be quiet, we're almost at the gate. If the guards get a look at you, it could be trouble for your family later. I doubt the cunts or the faggots will say anything about taking you out of the city to rape you. But if the guards see you, you never know what they might do to you or your family to score points with the clans." I adjust the kimono to completely hide Aoi's face.

As I near the gate, a half dozen guards step out to block my path, which is three times the normal number at the gate. At the far end of the gate tunnel, Sakura's steamer car sits on the side of the road, with the three cunts lining the side of the cockpit and staring at me.

Holding a fire-powder rifle at port arms, the ranking guard steps into my path. "Halt! What you got under the kimono? Let me see."

My thrust kick sends the guard flying back five meters , before he slams heavily into the ground and skids another ten.

"Bastard!" Another guard starts to raise his rifle, but with an even harder kick, I send him flying into the gate.

I kick three more guards away before they get their rifles halfway to their shoulders. As the last guard pulls his rifle's trigger, I kick the muzzle into the air and follow up with another kick to his balls.

Boom!

"Try to attack me again and you die! And tomorrow, I'll find your families and kill them, too!" My raised voice echoes hollowly in the gate tunnel.

The raking guard struggles to a sitting position and glares at me. "Bastard, you attacked nobles, and you attack the City Guard! Do you think you're gonna get away with this?! I'll see you hang!"

Stomping on the arm of one of the guards and breaking the bones, I stare coldly at the ranking guard. "If I get in a fight with clan trash and they lose, when they have someone in Qi Cultivation and I can't Cultivate, it's their fault for being weak-ass bitches. You're gonna have to take it up with Old Man Jones, if you want me to hang."

"Old Man Jones? Who are you?" The ranking guard's words come as a terrified gasp.

"Raymon the Beast."

The ranking guard looks over his shoulder to glare at Sakura and the two other cunts. They are less of a threat to him than Old Man Jones, but he would not be happy getting caught in the middle between the Clans and Old Man Jones. Either side could put an end to his career or his life.

"You had best make sure this incident reaches the ears of the Guard Commander. If you make any trouble for anyone but that clan trash over this, I'll find and your families and kill you all. I'm leaving. Any problems?"

The ranking guard shakes his head. "No. No problems. Please have a good night, Raymon-dono."

Ignoring the guards, I stalk through the gate tunnel, but long before I reach the far end, Sakura's steamer car has already left trails of burnt rubber on the city street's cobblestones.

Once we are out of the tunnel, Aoi laughs softly. "Abuse the weak and the strong. R eally mean."

"Didn't I say that? Before I take you home, we'll have a talk with Old Man Jones."

"Okay." Resting her head on my shoulder again, Aoi relaxes and in just a few minutes, the sound of her soft snores reaches my ears.

"Well fuck, I never knew girls saw me as an innocuous, herbivorous faggot till now. Maybe I should move to Sengoku City and turn into an otaku bitch." Other than the sleeping Aoi, there is no one near enough to hear my mumbled complaints.

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