Chapter 30 - A Good Smashing Always Works

Raito stood still, his posture unwavering, as the man approached him with an almost predatory look in his eyes. The tense atmosphere hung in the air like a storm about to break, but Raito's expression remained as cool and impassive as ever.

The man finally reached him, a mocking grin on his face. "You're really something, huh? I'll knock that smug attitude right off you."

Raito didn't move as the man swung a fist toward his face. But just before it could connect, Raito tilted his head slightly to the side, easily dodging the blow. The man, now off balance, stumbled forward, but Raito was already there. With a speed that caught the thug off guard, Raito grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the lamppost with a sickening thud.

The teens froze, their mouths agape, watching in stunned silence. They had expected a some what of one sided fight, but not this—Raito's movements were precise, controlled, like someone who had done this countless times before. It was like he had no emotions at all, no hesitation. Just cold efficiency.

Without a word, Raito pulled the man's head back and slammed it against the lamppost again, the thud echoing through the park. The man let out a weak groan, but Raito showed no mercy. Each slam was deliberate, methodical, as if he was smashing a bug that had been under his skin for far too long.

The man's struggle grew weaker with every impact, his attempts to push Raito off faltering. The teens stood there, still frozen, their wide eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them. No one had expected this—least of all them. The man's initial bravado was quickly fading into confusion and fear.

Raito's face remained expressionless as he gave the man one final, forceful slam, the thud resonating with a dull finality. The thug's body slumped in Raito's grip, his head lolling to the side, his consciousness clearly a thing of the past.

Raito let out a sigh of irritation, his grip relaxing as he dropped the man to the ground like a ragdoll. He stood there for a moment, looking down at the thug with a detached gaze, his mind already calculating the next move. He checked the man's pulse—still there. Good enough.

He leaned down slightly, his voice quiet but firm. "Take him to the hospital," Raito said, his tone completely indifferent.

The teens exchanged uneasy glances, their faces pale with shock. They had expected to be terrified by Raito, but instead, they were left in awe. His calmness, his total lack of hesitation—it was like he had just done something trivial. They looked at each other, unsure of what to make of him, before slowly nodding.

But Raito's confusion deepened as he noticed their expressions. They weren't scared. No, the look in their eyes was far different—it was a mix of admiration and awe. They were staring at him as if he were some kind of legend, some figure they could never hope to measure up to.

Raito's brow furrowed in confusion. What the hell were they looking at him like that for?

Without saying another word, he turned and began walking away, his steps heavy but purposeful. He didn't need to deal with this. He had bigger problems.

But as the skate park slowly disappeared behind him, Raito couldn't shake the feeling that something had just shifted. Something about the way those teens looked at him—it felt strange, uncomfortable even.

Still, he wasn't about to dwell on it.

"At least I got to relieve some stress" He mumbled to Kurai.

As he disappeared into the distance, Kurai's voice broke through the quiet. However you made quite the impression, didn't you?

Raito didn't respond. He didn't need to.