Chapter 83: Shingetsu Unleashed
Ian had already returned to his dormitory.
Otonashi Chiya, finding himself feeling a bit restless staying in his room, decided to take a stroll outside the Leningrad Military Department. He planned to buy some local specialties and snacks to bring back for Denji and the others later.
Inside a mall, Chiya bought a large variety of foods unique to the Soviet Union and left carrying two large shopping bags. All these items hadn't cost many Rubles—not because they were cheap, but because of the Ruble's high purchasing power. In the world of Chainsaw Man, the Soviet Union's military strength has already surpassed and firmly suppressed the United States, and its economy is equally robust; the exchange rate between the Ruble and the US Dollar sits at roughly 1:1.
Even in his previous life, before the Soviet collapse, the Ruble-to-Dollar exchange rate was 2:1; it only started its hyper-devaluation after the economic collapse following the dissolution.
However, halfway back to the military department, Chiya noticed several youths with tattoos and leather jackets walking toward him with arrogant strides. Their aggressive swagger and fierce expressions made them look like typical street thugs.
Chiya's first thought was that he had encountered something like a "Skinhead" gang. Although the Nazi Devil had been eaten by Pochita and the Soviet Union hadn't dissolved—meaning Skinheads as they were known (who idolized a certain failed art student) likely didn't exist here—it didn't mean similar xenophobic thugs didn't exist. These punks presumably targeted anyone who wasn't Soviet.
Since Chiya didn't have his military uniform yet and possessed East Asian features, these thugs assumed he was an easy target.
"Hey kid, where are you from?"
"What are you doing in our country? Why don't you scurry back to where you came from?"
"Huh? Why aren't you talking? Don't understand Russian?"
Several thugs immediately surrounded Chiya, looking ready to strike at any moment. They were both arrogant and vicious. However, they wanted to figure out his nationality first: if he was from China, they'd go easy on him; if he was from any other East Asian country, they'd beat him within an inch of his life.
China currently occupied a unique international position. While the Soviet Union was the global hegemon, it was wary of being overtaken by the US. Consequently, both superpowers were courting China, neither wanting them to side with the other. Since the official government was on good terms with China, these low-level thugs didn't dare be too flamboyant, lest they be crushed by the police. But "rules were rules"—they still intended to throw hands, just maybe with less force.
"..."
Chiya's expression grew cold. He chose to ignore them. He didn't want to use his powers on ordinary people, and given his sensitive status as a foreign Military Devil Hunter, it wasn't ideal to start a brawl with civilians. However, if these thugs dared to touch him, he wouldn't show an ounce of mercy. He waited to see what they would do; if they struck first, he would start the slaughter.
Seeing the kid remain silent and perfectly calm, the thugs felt provoked. They stopped caring where he was from and decided to give him a beating first.
At that exact moment, Shingetsu happened to be passing by and saw Chiya surrounded. He had been resting in her villa, but after the feeling of restlessness subsided, he came out for some fresh air—only to stumble upon this scene.
Initially, Shingetsu was slightly surprised to see someone as powerful as Chiya cornered by such societal dregs. A moment later, he realized exactly what was happening.
Just as the hoodlums were about to swarm Otonashi Chiya, Shingetsu walked over and sneered, "A pack of dregs like you thinks you're fit to bully others?"
His sneer was one of pure, unadulterated disdain; he was filled with contempt for these thugs.
"Huh?"
The youths' attention was immediately snapped away by Shingetsu's voice. While they certainly wouldn't admit to being "societal dregs," they knew a localized insult when they heard one. They were ready to blow a fuse—until they saw the Leningrad Military Department uniform he was wearing.
Their violent tempers vanished instantly, leaving them frozen in place, lost for words. Usually, they only had to worry about being chased by the Militsiya; they had never been confronted by a Military Devil Hunter. They knew all too well that the Military was on a completely different level than the police. Why on earth were they running into a Devil Hunter now?!
Shingetsu kept approaching, step by step. When he was less than ten meters away, he suddenly burst forward with staggering speed, flickering in front of the lead thug in an instant. His fingertips pierced directly into the youth's abdomen as he said coldly:
"Let me teach you what 'bullying' actually looks like."
"Ah?"
The youth couldn't even react. It wasn't until a wave of agonizing pain hit his gut that he shrieked, "AAAAAAAGH!!!"
The other thugs were paralyzed with fear, not daring to move an inch. Shingetsu withdrew his hand and licked the blood from his fingers. His handsome, delicate face gradually twisted into a sickly, frenzied expression. Wearing that manic grin, he turned to Otonashi Chiya and said, "It's inconvenient for you to act. I'll do it for you."
That deranged smile sent a chill down Chiya's spine. This guy didn't even act like this when hunting devils. Why does he look like he's having a psychotic break the second he starts killing people?
Finally, one of the thugs snapped out of it. With a look of desperation, he whipped out a concealed knife and lunged, stabbing viciously at Shingetsu.
The moment the knife made contact, Shingetsu delivered a "hand-blade" counter-attack. Not only was the knife snapped in two, but the thug's entire hand was sliced off. A geyser of blood erupted from the severed wrist. Shingetsu's hand-blade moved like a hot knife through butter; human bone was as flimsy as tissue paper before him.
Shingetsu himself remained unscathed; a measly pocketknife stood no chance of piercing his defense.
The thug's features contorted in agony. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his stump. "AHHH! HELP ME—!!"
The remaining thugs lost their nerve completely. They abandoned their two wounded comrades and scattered in all directions. But Shingetsu, now in a killing frenzy, had no intention of letting them escape...
"I was wrong! Don't kill me! AHHH!!"
"Help! Murder!!"
Within seconds, every one of those thugs was missing a piece of themselves. This was actually the result of Shingetsu showing restraint; otherwise, these dregs wouldn't have just lost limbs—they'd be dead.
Passersby, unaware of the context, were terrified. Someone had already called the police, and the Militsiya were on their way. Seeing arms and legs flying in the middle of the street was a bloody, traumatizing sight, and the non-stop screaming of the thugs only made it worse.
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