「Phew! That takes care of those goons...」
After wiping away his sweat from his brow, he looks off to the distance and begins to think of Kaede.
I wonder if Kaede got home safely...
After wishing for her safety, Arata heaves a sigh of relief.
I will see her at work anyways.
He turns with the balls of my feet and that's when it happened.
「!! Gohon! (Cough) Gohon! (Cough)」
「Damn... You kick hard... But...」
The first thug he kicked manage to stumble back onto his feet and sneak attack Arata. He thrusts his pocket knife into his body and pulls it out.
Arata falls to his knees while covering up his wound. Fresh blood smears his hands and clothes.
「Now then... Take this!」
The thug kicks him in the face and sends him to the ground. He then begins to kick Arata in the stomach numerous times.
「Not so tough now are you! Hora! Hora!」
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Am I really going to die here...
As his conscience begins to recede, an image of Kaede appeared.
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Kaede...
