"One, two, three, four . . . around twenty? Eh, good enough."

Ryuunosuke turned around, exiting the room he had been using as a hiding spot while observing his newest prey from a distance. They were situated in a building just opposite of this one, and likely weren't aware that he was watching them, and even if they were, they probably dismissed him as another thug or squatter living in the area. This part of town was full of them after all, so what was one more? Either way, they probably couldn't imagine anything like what he had planned for them happening.

He'd caught wind of them a week ago. For thugs, they stood out immediately even in the slum areas, because they didn't act it. They were too professional, too disciplined. They weren't two-bit muscle cashing on some quick money via a bit of rough-housing, and they certainly not delinquents that just hung out in these places to act tough. They had more purpose, and a bit of digging uncovered that purpose.

Ryuunosuke tolerated a lot of things, but drug-trafficking was a no-no. It wasn't happening, not in his town and not on his watch. Of course, the truth of the matter was that stopping the trafficking was only a side bonus, and not quite his main objective.

He was aware that the town fell to some devils jurisdiction, but that was on a mere technicality and it wasn't as though he actually acknowledged their authority, after all, who died and made him king? In any case, they would only act when it came to something concerning the supernatural, not something like this. Things like mundane thugs and street fights weren't something they would bother themselves with - all the better really, because that left more fun for him. It was often that he skipped school whenever he found a good place to let loose, like now.

He stepped out of the abandoned building, rotating his shoulders lightly on the way out to get them warmed up. He wasn't using [i]ki[/i] or [i]Senjutsu[/i] for this one, oh no, that privilege was for a different kind of enemy. For normal humans, his flesh and blood would suffice just fine. 

He approached the guards standing outside of what was probably their headquarters. A low flat with that was connected to several apartments. A bit run-down but otherwise nothing suspicious. The perfect place for a hideout, in hindsight. 

The three guards on watch turned as he approached, on of them reaching into his jacket for what Ryuunosuke was sure was a gun, from the way his wrist was angled; he had to wonder how he got his hands on it and if the others possessed one as well. It didn't really matter much in the long run though. 

"What do you want kid?" the thug scowled. Ryuunosuke smirked back at him, and just as the man was about to snap at him in irritation, his leg shot out and buried itself into his chest. The man barely had time to comprehend what happened to him before his eyes bulged out of his sockets and he was set flying back, the force of the blow no doubt shattering several ribs and taking him out of the fight. The other two guards barely had time to react before a set of hands snapped out towards them palm first, and cracking them squarely on the jaw. They dropped like puppets with their strings cut even as Ryuunosuke strolled idly past them, a bit disappointed by how little of a fight they put up. If the others inside didn't up their game, then this trip will have been a waste of time.[hr]
He plowed through the other guards with annoying ease as he made his way to the center of the flat, where they were undoubtedly storing their goods. He was also bored out of his mind - he'd skipped classes just to make it here in the afternoon, where their activity would be at their peak, where they should have been at their most alert, instead, he'd been greeted by weaklings and chumps who didn't know their fist from their ass.

When he thrust open the doors of the room, he grinned. Inside, over a dozen men were standing at attention. Some of them had guns drawn and aimed squarely at him. The person standing at their center, a man with dirty blonde-dyed hair and wearing an expensive looking denim jacket, was from what he knew, the ringleader, and he was scowling at him deeply.

"Alright kid, I don't know who you are or-" 

That was about as far as he got before Ryuunosuke jumped right into the middle of the crowd, a mad grin on his face. He took the the boss-man out first, smashing his fist into his face where he was rewarded with a satisfying crunch. Being where he was, the thugs with guns couldn't open fire lest they accidentally hit one of their own; he turned to them next.

For the next ten minutes, Ryuunosuke became a whirlwind of punches and kicks, barely taking any damage himself as he brought down thug after thug. By the end of it all, each and every one of them were on the floor, unconscious and in the cases of others, heavily injured. He was pretty sure some of them wouldn't be fighting for a long while, and he was damn certain that at least two of them weren't qualified to become fathers after what he'd done.

As for himself, while not completely unscathed, he had come out relatively fine - asides from an additional bullet hole in his thigh. He'd work on that on the way back home. In any case, it was a relatively satisfying fight, even if none of them were any good individually, they made up for it in quantity. He noticed that the number of people had increased from when he had entered the room, so there were more of them out there than he'd originally counted.

His job done, Ryuunosuke left a call to the police using one of the downed thugs cellphones, and strolled out with a slightly limp. It would be healed by the time he got home, but it was probably going to leave a scar.

He got to a nearby park, and took note of the time. School had just finished so that meant he'd been waiting there for around an two hours. Come to think of it, wasn't he supposed to do something at school . . . ?

Oh, right. The teacher had asked him to deliver a few documents to a certain club. What was it again? Animal Research Club? Animal something something anyway. He'd left those documents at home on the way to the hideout . . .

"Well, I ain't got nothing better to do," he said with a shrug. It was rare that a teacher would talk to him, given how he looked like and behaved, but the one that had asked him to deliver those documents was a pretty young teacher, who had hardly interacted with him and was just innocent enough to have no problems with talking with him, or other delinquents. In someways that made her naive, but in others, it was endearing. For his part, Ryuunosuke respected her convictions as a teacher, and it was true that she was more interesting than most of the other staff members. Besides, her really had nothing to do, and he wasn't some kind of petty delinquent that ignored a teachers request just to act tough - that kind of attitude just reeked of being insecure about ones own weakness. It was why most high-school delinquents, in his eyes, were not even worth taking the time to beat the shit out of - most of them were just brats acting tough, and probably rarely got into fights that didn't involve them lynching a lone nerd in some alleyway.

If he really booked it, he could make it from here to the school in thirty minutes at least.

Inhaling deeply, he felt the life energies of around him become clearer, even as he circulated his own [i]chakra[/i] over his body. His wound healed at an abnormally fast pace as his body responded to the sudden influx of power. He grinned at the feeling, and sprinted towards his house, not intending to stop until he had reached the school.