HOW MANY HAVE YOU KILLED

"Who the fuck are you!" the girl shouted, looking in the direction of the sound of his voice.

"SWOO"—suddenly a punch was thrown,landing straight on her face , as she was pushed back due to the punch and force that came with it ,moving swiftly by her head, back to the direction she once descended from,

but this time, after dropping to the ground, she coughed out blood because the punch was extremely heavy.

Looking up, she saw nothing but darkness. Asha, who had initiated the attack, laughed immensely like a madman.

The blonde boy, hearing this, prepared to be attacked, defending himself, but it never came, only endless laughs.

Until finally, the laughter stopped; it was silent as if Asha wasn't even there. "SWOO!" The boy could hear a fist passing and ripping through the air itself,

quickly blocking with both his hands in the sound's direction.

Nothing, nothing came.

Then again behind him, jumping up, turning his figure to block, still nothing. He was sure he heard it; he was sure it was there.

The boy, someone who had complete faith in his instinct, was losing it.

'NO,' he thought, it couldn't be possible, but how could he explain it?

"MADNESS!" Asha said as he walked towards the boy, but in his left hand, he was dragging the once powerful girl by her hair as she screamed, feeling as if her hair was about to peel off.

Asha didn't stop; he was still dragging her as screams echoed through the cameras that seemed to watch.

"How many have you killed?" Asha said as the girl's hair began to develop blood, as if ripping off.

Raising her by the head to eye level, her face close to his, face-to-face, but still, she couldn't see anything; it was as if Asha's body was covered by the darkness itself.

"If you prepare to kill, you should prepare to die," he spoke with words so calm and close that her face could feel his breath.

Releasing his hand from her hair, before she could fall to the ground, in that split second when her figure was still airborne before it descended, Asha quickly punched her face with the same hand he once held her with.

The punch was so powerful it seemed to break through the sound barrier, releasing a sonic boom on impact.

Flying at unreal speeds, the girl flew in the direction of the blonde boy, but before her body could hit his, he quickly evaded her by jumping to the side in panic.

Her body bounced five times on the ground before finally stopping, lying there unconscious as golden blood started to fall from her once beautiful face, now turned ugly and hideous.

"Shhhhh... Ahahahahahaha!" Asha laughed; he was in a state of frenzy, and then he suddenly realized what he had done, but to his relief,

he could see that her body showed small signs of movement, for Asha had never actually killed anyone besides himself, and he got the feeling that he took the fight too far.

But in front of him was now an older boy who seemed to be closing his eyes; although calm, he seemed stunned for a moment.

Then suddenly, the boy took out what seemed to be a golden pen from his pocket.

This quickly reminded Asha of the movie he once watched in his past life; the movie was called "Percy Jackson," and in that movie, what seemed to be the same pen was there.

The older boy, holding the pen, suddenly pressed what seemed to be a button while holding it in a strange position.

"Click-Whirr"—suddenly, in an instant, the pen changed forms as if made from some type of contraption, now revealing a golden, large trident that stood almost 7 feet long, with a thick base and intimidating size.

It had three sharp ends on the top and one sharp end on the bottom, and at that moment, Asha could only think of a few words , words he had heard from many clips and memes , these words where the roots of comedy 'he had fucked up'.

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