On an abandoned street two people were standing on opposite sides. The street was narrow but had enough space for a fight.

The street was filled with graffiti and looked like a street where the bad side of the society would hang out.

One of the two people was Tristan, our MC!

(Author: WHOOOO!🎉🎉)

He wore a brass knuckle as he stared at the other party.

The other person was just cannon fodder. He had a baseball bat on his shoulders.

Both of them stared at each other as they got ready to fight. Tristan made the most basic boxing stance as the cannon fodder removed the bat off his shoulders and caught it with both his hands.

Both of them were ready but no one was willing to land a strike first. They slowly walked towards each other.

The cannon fodder was the first person to lose his patience.

“Aaaaaaahhhh!!”

He shouted like an idiot and rushed towards Tristan with a horizontal strike towards his neck.

Tristan dodged it easily by bending down and landed a fierce upper cut on the cannon fodder’s chin.

Smack~

A solid hit as the cannon fodder moved back because of the large amount of force in the punch. But cannon fodders don't go down so easily! He ran up to Tristan again.

“AAAAHHHH!!”

This time he tried to land a vertical hit on Tristan’s head but Tristan managed to dodge to the side this time. Cannon fodder was ready this time as he changed the trajectory of the bat and struck Tristan’s face hard.

The sound of a bone hitting metal sounded out as Tristan's face shifted to the side. He didn't let out a single sound. His stance hadn't been disturbed even by one millimetre.

Tristan turned his head and faced his opponent again. “Pthoo-” he spitted out some blood from his mouth along with a tooth.

The cannon fodder was shocked. 'what the fuck! Who the fuck is this guy?! No recoil at all?!’

“Fuck you think I'm scared?!”

He shouted as he threw another hit at Tristan. Tristan did not reply as he punched at his bat with the brass knuckles with his right hand. The bat was sent flying in the air above their heads. He then punched the cannonfodder's stomach.

“GHOO!” shouted cannon fodder as his stomach was struck.

Tristan caught the baseball bat with his left hand and punched at the cannon fodder’s skull.

Another solid hit as the cannon fodder fell on the ground powerlessly. Tristan walked away after defeating cannon fodder, like it always happens. He took cannonfodder's bat along with him and took the brass knuckles off his fist as he walked away.

He walked out of the street and walked into a booth. He then threw the baseball bat on the desk.

“My money?” He asked while looking at the guy standing in the booth.

“The match is over guys! Naruto has won! Everybody who lost their bets can go home, and anybody who won can go to the booth to collect it all!” The person inside the booth shouted as the 50 or so people around the booth either sighed with regret or jumped in happiness.

“Hahaha, thank you for doing business with us. Here's your cash. You win a grand* this time.”

Said the booth man as he handed Tritan the thousand dollars. Tristan didn't talk and just took the money away from the booth man’s had and walked away.

“Hey who is that guy man?” Asked a random person around the booth.

“He is Naruto or at least that's his nickname. Nobody knows his real name. If you're thinking about robbing him you better put that thought away. Although he is new here he can easily defeat Brian.” Replied a person who stood next to him.

“What?! He defeated Brian?! No way!” Said the man.

“Well it's not my problem if you don't believe me but just don't start a fight with him.” said the man as he watched Tristan’s back with respect.

“Well…. If you say so.” Said the man as he shrugged.

Tristan walked out of all the narrow streets and finally reached the main streets. He looked Towards the sky as he took a deep breath in.

'Haaaaaaaaah…. Life is so boring, what should I do after this? I can't keep fighting like this forever.’

He took out a cigarette from his pants. The cigarette was bent by keeping it in his pants. He then took a lighter out and tried to light it up.

Tk!

Tk!

Tk!

“What the fuck is wrong with this lighter?”

He tried pressing a few more times when a person shouted loudly.

“Aaaah! Tommy!”

Tristan lifted his head up from the lighter as a woman came into his sight, she was running towards him. Her face was scrunched up as her tears threatened to fall out. She was looking at the middle of the road while running as fast as she could. She fell down in front of Tristan.

“Aah!”

A child of about three or four was standing at the middle of the road, he looked towards his mother and tried walking up to her. A car sped towards the child, as he was completely oblivious of the situation.

Tristan looked conflicted as the child was right in front of him but it was just for a millisecond. He ran towards the child as the lighter and cigarette dropped from his hands.

He ran as fast as he could and pushed the child out of the way of the car. The car screeched as it reached Tristan. The driver wanted to stop the car but it was already too late.

Bang!

The car hit Tristan’s shoulder. He flew off and landed on the ground because of the force of the crash. His back slid on the ground before coming to a stop.

People started gathering around him, some took out their phone for photos as some called for the ambulance. The car driver got out and ran towards Tristan.

The driver was confused and didn't know what to do. He tried to help but he didn't know where to put his hands. After some time he just started calling for the hospital.

There were two lines going on in Tristan's mind right now. 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’ and - 'am I stupid?’

He looked at the side of the road and saw the woman hugging her child in her embrace. The child wailed loudly as the mother tried to calm him down.

Tristan looked at the child as he closed his eyes. His shoulder hurted like hell and his back felt like it was on fire but he didn't even have the energy nor the ability to move. The back of his head hurt as blood continuously flowed out of it making a small pool of blood on the ground.

'Ah fuck it, atleast the child is safe.’