One punch. Then another. And another. Madara didn't use much of his strength. He knew if he did, the fat man's head would fly right off his body.
But the punches were just strong enough for the owner to feel every single one, to absorb the full, sharp shock of the pain.
After several more blows, Madara stopped. The fat slave owner was now a toothless, blubbering mess.
Blood poured from his broken mouth as he still tried to mutter words like "spare me," but Madara had stopped listening a while ago.
The fat slave owner was in as much pain as a person could be. His crotch was a source of blinding agony, and his mouth was a ruin. Now, the only thing left was to make an example of him for everyone to see.
Madara grabbed the man by his greasy hair, not wanting to touch his disgusting, bloody body.
He then dragged the heavy, groaning man out of the room, down the blood-slicked stairs, and across the main floor, leaving a smear of red behind them.
He pulled him right out of the building and into the open street. What better way to send a message?
To show everyone what would happen if they ever thought about selling people, or even took part in it.
After dragging him outside, Madara lifted the man against the building's outer wall. He brought out a sword he had picked up from one of the dead guards and, with a single, powerful thrust, drove the blade straight through the man's shoulder, pinning him alive to the side of the building.
The fat slave owner screamed, a terrible, gurgling sound of pure pain. He cried and begged for help, and every single pained word reached Madara's ears. He listened, but he didn't care.
"Plllease spareee me…. Ahhhhhhhh ah ah… please end this."
"I-I cccan't tttake tggghis."
A small, cruel smile formed on Madara's face as he watched the man squirm and grimace. At that moment, the man's suffering was like music to his ears.
The slaves who were still outside in their cages and collars, the ones used as showpieces, stared in absolute terror.
They weren't looking at a hero who had freed them; they were looking at a terrifying, unknown man who had just hung their owner on a wall like a piece of meat.
But the music of the owner's screams didn't last long. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the street, getting closer. It was the town guards, the ones the salesman had run to get.
They stopped short when they saw the scene, their faces showing fear and shock at the brutal display Madara had created.
The guard commander, a man with a stern face, shouted, his voice trying to sound brave.
"Stop right where you are! Drop anything you are holding! If you do not comply, you will be dealt with by force!" He pointed a shaking finger at Madara.
"You have violated the laws of this city by attacking a respectable merchant! For that, you are under arrest and will be put on trial!"
Madara slowly turned around, a look of genuine confusion on his face. He tilted his head. "Stop?" he said, a small, unsettling smile touching his lips. "But it's just getting fun."
The guard leader yelled again, trying to sound brave. "This is your last warning! Drop anything you have on you! Do not try to use magic! If we even suspect you are, we will be forced to respond in the same way!"
Why were they just shouting and not attacking? You would be, too, if you saw what they saw. The city's "respectable merchant" was hung on the wall, a sword pierced through his shoulder to keep him from falling.
His crotch was a mess of bloody fabric, with a splintered log still stuck in it. His face was a swollen, ruined mask with no teeth left.
If anyone else were here, even if they saw nothing in the kid's hands, they would have been just as cautious.
One of the guards behind the leader whispered, his voice shaking. "T-that kid... he's a demon. Look what he has done."
Another guard quickly added, "Yeah... this is like something a goblin would do."
Madara ignored their whispers. "The law will change in this city," he announced, his voice carrying over their fearful muttering.
"No... from this very moment." He looked at the guards, almost as if he were offering them a simple choice. "Drop anything you are holding. Free these children. If you do this, you will be spared the pain that is about to come."
One guard, likely more impatient or foolish than the rest, couldn't wait. He leaped forward, raising his sword high. "Die, you fucker!" he screamed.
Madara side-stepped a little, easily dodging the slow attack.
As the guard stumbled past, Madara grabbed his head by the face. He lifted the man off the ground with one hand. With his other hand, he snapped the arm that was holding the sword.
Then, he plunged the man's face straight into the hard stone ground with a sickening crunch.
Madara let the limp body fall. "It seems I have my answer," he said, looking at the other guards.
"Please, come all at once. It will save me some time." He looked from one terrified face to the next.
"I won't kill any of you. Pain will be your punishment. An eternal pain. For even thinking that a man who sells children is a 'respectable merchant'." He paused, his cold eyes judging them all. "You are all of the same breed, it seems."
The dozen or so guards that were left, minus the one already broken on the ground, let out a collective shout.
"For the city! Take the demon down!" They surged forward, a clumsy wave of steel and panicked bravery, their swords held high as they all ran at Madara at once.
"I'll take his head!" the first guard screamed, swinging his sword in a wide, desperate arc. Madara didn't even move his feet. He simply leaned his head to the side, the blade slicing through the empty air.
"He dodged, " the guard gasped, but before he could finish, Madara's hand shot out and grabbed his sword arm.
A wet, sickening CRACK echoed as the guard's elbow bent the wrong way. He let out an agonized shriek, a sound of pure, white-hot pain.
The scream was cut short by a sharp crack and a guttural cry as Madara's follow-up kick shattered his kneecap, sending him collapsing into a heap.
Another guard, seeing his friend fall, yelled, "Watch he is fast!!" and tried a more cautious stab from the side.
Madara pivoted on his heel, letting the sword thrust past him.
"Don't get too close to him."
The guard's eyes went wide with cold dread as Madara's hand clamped onto the back of his neck.
There was no time to even scream before his world became a blur of motion, ending in a wet, sickening thud of bone grinding against stone as his face was slammed into the building's wall. He slid down, leaving a thick, red smear, his body twitching feebly.
"Now, Tovin! Together!" one guard yelled to another as they tried to flank him.
The one on the right swung his blade horizontally.
Madara ducked under it, grabbing the guard's wrist and yanking him forward, using his body as a human shield.
The second guard, Tovin, already committed to his own powerful thrust, could only watch in horror.
"Gods, no! I didn't," he stammered, as his own sword plunged deep into his friend's stomach.
The impaled guard looked down, a look of shocked betrayal on his face, before a hollow thump sounded through the air as Madara's foot kicked Tovin square in the chest, his ribs giving way with an audible splintering sound.
Tovin flew backward, landing in a heap and coughing up thick gobs of blood.
The assault dissolved into a chorus of agony.
"My leg! He broke my leg!" one guard screamed as Madara stomped down on his ankle, the joint giving way with a gruesome crunch.
Another guard lunged, and Madara simply caught his outstretched fist. The air filled with the sound of multiple small, sharp snaps as every finger in the guard's hand was broken.
The man howled, cradling his mangled hand to his chest.
The last one to try and fight gasped, "Can't... breathe..." his hands clawing at his own throat after a lightning-fast jab from Madara crushed his windpipe, leaving him to gurgle and wheeze on the ground.
One by one, they fell in a brutal, efficient dance of pain. The last guard, seeing all his comrades writhing on the ground in a symphony of choked sobs and pained groans, simply froze.
His eyes were wide with a terror so absolute it left no room for thought. His sword shook violently in his hand.
"No... no... impossible..." he muttered. The sword finally fell from his numb fingers, clattering loudly on the stone street. He turned and ran, his legs pumping desperately, scrambling to get away.
Madara watched him go. He could have stopped him with less than a thought, but he let him run. A faint, almost invisible smirk touched his lips.
Let him run. Let him go to the Adventurer's Guild, let him call for more guards, let him gather all the filth of this city in one place. It would make his work so much easier.
He stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by the moans of the defeated, the silent terror of the crowd, and the pained squeals of the slave owner still pinned to the wall.
He said to no one in particular, his voice calm amidst the chaos, "It seems it will be a long day today."
….
A/N: So, How was it? Well 25 days gap huh?! Pretty big if anything but oh well sorry about that. Busy in gojo fic and other ones. But i will try to upload more on this fic. Adventurer will be coming soon, town taleover part have begun.
you can join my discord server: https://discord.gg/5Y7uZ2kN2Y
Or in short just click in join via invite link in your discord and enter this code: 5Y7uZ2kN2Y