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"...How dumb. If they want to fight they should fight outside of the city, now I can't even pass through because there's so many people gathered here..."

"Alright, where's the smartass that said that?!" The baldy with the piercing turned in his direction, looking like he was about to blow a gasket.

It seemed he'd overheard him talking after all. The other onlookers moved out of the way like a sea being parted by Moses.

Every last one of them fled as if explicitly telling him not to get them wrapped up in it

"Cool, the path opened. Now I can finally go home." Yomite remarked as he headed off down the street.

"I asked you something! Were you the one that called us stupid?!"

"He called us what?!"

"No, I said that you were dumb, are you deaf as well? Or do you simply not know the difference between the two? Most common grunt enemy Andy number 1 and number 2?"

He made a small attempt to dodge away while the men were yelling at him. He didn't have time for this.

"What did you say!? Hold on... You're that brat who entered the city recently, the one that's always bein' followed around by a buncha girls! You've been pissin' me off for a while now, y'know that?! You brat! You tryin' to show off how popular you are? How tall and handsome ya are!? You makin' fun of the rest of us?! Well, are ya?!"

"Yeah, Mr. Bigshot! Quit hiding behind the girls! Compared to the Sun and the Yang clan, you're nothing but an embarrassment!"

"...I see. I'm a brat...So being an adult means getting drunk and hacking away at each other with your swords in the middle of the town? It really does make me look like the childish one when you put it that way, doesn't it?"

A little bit of sarcasm peppered his words.

(I always forget my body is around 17 years of age and not 25... it's kind of weird being called a little runt when I'm much taller than them though...)historical

The two men who had been fighting mere moments ago united in their hostility toward him.

Apparently they saw him as a common threat they needed to get rid of before settling their score.

"This little shit, the Young Master Sun from the Sun clan put a bounty on your head, lemme take it, I promise it won't be painful."

"Bastard... You've got real guts, you know that? Feel like finding out what color they are, do ya?! I serve the Yang clan! One word from me and you're dead meat! Now get on your knees and beg this Father!"

The baldy with the piercing moved toward Yomite.

(Ah, I still need to go on a date with Fischl, I don't have time for this...)

There were veins bulging on the Baldie's forehead.

Despite trying to appear threatening, he was much shorter than Yomite, so he ended up having to crane his neck to meet Yomite's gaze.

Still, the man before him had muscles like a pro wrestler. Plus, his behavior gave the impression that he was a real nasty guy.

But in all honesty, he wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

All the times he fought with monsters like Hu Tao, kind of prepared him for anything and everything else out there.

"You son of a...!"

In a single movement, he swung his body backward, aiming a kick at Yomite.

Yomite tilted his head to the right a little and cleanly avoided his kick.

Using his opponent's momentum against him, he grabbed hold of his leg and pulled in order to break his balance before knocking him out with a punch to the solar plexus.

The baldy who'd come charging at him dived straight to the ground in a single breath, slamming into the pavement with an audible thud.

(Slower than Childe, weaker than Hu Tao, less intelligent than an insect, this scuffle is honestly pointless. I just want to pass through, man...)

Satisfied, Yomite proceeded to turn his head and casually stroll down the road, only for the other guy to go at him.

"C'mere, brat! Let this Father teach ya a lesson ya won't ever forget!!"

This time the ponytail guy rushed at him with his sword.

"Ghah!"

He knocked down the ponytail guy effortlessly as well, making the sword fly out of his hand in the process.

Yomite picked the sword up and bent its shape with his hands as though it were a rubber.

He threw the bent sword back down in front of the mohawk guy.

"What?! Eeek!!!"

Ponytail guy let out a squeal of terror as he crawled away. Seemed like he was so scared that he couldn't even stand on his feet. "You goddamned brat...!"

This time the baldy came charging at him from behind, swinging his sword down on him without a shred of mercy.

"Should have stayed down." Yomite said calmly while stepping to his left and kicking the man off to the side, sending him crashing into the wall next to him.

As the man slid back onto the ground, Yomite glanced up and noticed that of the spectators had cleared out.

And most of those still watching were all staring at him wide eyed as if they'd never seen anything like him before.

That was odd.

(Wasn't this city known for its Gods? Was seeing something like this considered to be impressive? They were just some ruffians at best, not even worth a mention...)