Punishment

Being dragged on your back through the mud hurt more than he had imagined. He could just barely breathe because of the tight grip around his shirts neck, and struggling against the man who was pulling him was pointless. After all, he was only an eleven year old boy, while the man dragging him was a fully grown adult and even for an adult he was bigger than most.

"I bet you didn't expect us to find you after you ran away with our goods!" One of the two other men who was working with the man currently dragging him along had started speaking. He had a sadistic and demeaning tone to his voice, although he wasn't as muscular, he was the leader of the group."Yeah!, no one steals from the Yamato Brothers and gets away with it!" It was the third brother who had continued on his older siblings words. A mocking smile appeared on the boys lips, "We'll, apparently that's not true..." he was forced to pause mid-sentence to catch his breath, "... since you still haven't gotten your money back" The leader of the Brothers looked at him as if what he had just said was the most stupid thing he had ever heard. "Okay, that's far enough, no one seems to be nearby, let's do it here"

Suddenly the grip around his shirt loosened and he was able to breathe without any problems, although that didn't last. He felt something hard hit his chest and the impact was enough to make him unable to breathe for a moment, he got teary-eyed and bent over, throwing up what little food was left in his stomach. It was the youngest brother who had kicked him and he was now currently laughing at the small boy, who a moment ago had acted as if he had been in any position of power. The eldest of the brothers crouched down besides the boy and took a steady grip on his long black hair. "Now tell me, where are our goods?" The boy stared him down and then spit in his face. "Oh, we have a feisty one!" The man took a firm grip around his arm, putting one hand around his wrist and one on his shoulder, then he began pushing the arm on the boys wrist against him while pushing the hand on his shoulder away from him. It didn't hurt at first but soon his arm couldn't take anymore and a loud cracking sound followed, after that came the sound of the boys screaming.

When the boy was rolling around across the mud in a painful motion he thought he could make out the figure of a man in the distance coming towards them.

A man approached the three brothers in a confused and scared way. "S-should you really be hitting this poor boy, what sins has he committed that makes him deserving of this p-punishment?" The man had short bronze colored hair and his eyes were silver. He was dressed in a light blue shitagi and shaking from fear, but something seemed weird. All three brothers started laughing," 'S-should you really be hitting this poor boy?', what's that got to do with you? I'm a nice guy so let me warn you, this boy is a rascal and we're punishing him for his actions, so don't interfere, just turn around and act as if nothing's happened here"

A sadistic smile appeared on the strangers face, "You're right, nothing ever happened here. You didn't hit the kid and I didn't cut you down"