Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 112: Beating up idiots

"Hey, you little shit, what do you think you're doing?"

Davy took a step forward, trying to maintain the same arrogance as before, but something was different. The air felt denser, heavier. His breathing faltered for a moment, and a shiver ran down his spine.

That look.

Kael's golden eyes didn't just hold anger or disdain—they were like sharp blades, cold and lethal, as if they had already judged and condemned everyone there.

The shadow behind him rippled unnaturally, as if it were alive, growing and spreading across the walls, engulfing the bathroom in a suffocating gloom.

Davy tried to open his mouth to speak, but the moment Kael's killing intent intensified, his entire body refused to move. A primal instinct, buried deep within him, screamed at him to run. But running wasn't an option.

The silence was absolute.

Jhonatan, Dominic, and the other boy felt it too. Their bodies were rigid, their hearts pounding in their chests. It wasn't just fear—it was pure terror.

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Kael took a step forward. And then another.

The simple sound of his footsteps echoing on the tile was like a death sentence approaching.

"Punish… scum like you?" Davy repeated, forcing a smile, trying to regain control of the situation. "You're joking, right?"

Kael didn't answer. He simply raised his hand.

The darkness around him moved.

Suddenly, something black as the void shot up from the floor and wrapped around Davy's ankles. In an instant, he was yanked down brutally, his body colliding with the cold tiles.

"AGH!" He screamed, his head slamming against the floor.

Jhonatan's eyes widened, and he tried to step back, but something cold touched the back of his neck. Slowly turning, he saw a black, sinuous blade made entirely of shadow, hovering just inches from his skin.

"Move, and I'll cut you."

Kael's voice was cold and devoid of emotion, as if he were merely stating a fact.

Dominic gritted his teeth. "You think you can do whatever you want just because you wear that damn Sword uniform?! This is Azalith, the rules—"

Kael raised a finger, and another shadow stretched across the floor, coiling around Dominic's ankle before lifting him upside down, slamming him into the ceiling before dropping him hard onto the ground.

"Rules?" Kael finally spoke, his voice a sharp whisper. "You like playing hunters, don't you? Tormenting the weak?"

He crouched beside Davy, who was still writhing on the floor, his breath quickened by sheer terror.

"Then let's see… how you do as prey."

The shadows twisted around the bathroom, swallowing the light entirely.

Darkness consumed the room.

The echoes of terrified screams faded, replaced by suffocating silence. The only audible sounds were the bullies' ragged breathing and the frantic pounding of their hearts.

Then, Kael moved.

Fast as a shadow, he closed the space between him and Davy. His fist rose and came down like a hammer.

CRACK!

Davy's nose broke with a sickening snap. The impact sent him flying backward, blood spurting from his nostrils as he crashed against the tiled wall. He screamed, but Kael didn't give him a moment to recover.

A direct kick to the stomach made his body fold like his insides had been crushed. His mouth opened in a choked gasp, but no sound came out except a strangled gurgle of pain.

Dominic tried to run. Bad idea.

Kael lifted his hand, and Dominic's shadow twisted, locking his feet to the ground. His body was yanked back violently, slamming him into the sink with enough force to crack the marble.

"AGH! YOU—"

Before he could curse, Kael was already on him. His fingers closed around Dominic's throat, lifting him into the air as if he were nothing more than a ragdoll.

"You like feeling superior, don't you?" Kael murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Then tell me... where's your strength now?"

Dominic kicked desperately, struggling to free himself. His face turned red, then purple. Kael held him there for a moment before tossing him to the ground like trash.

Jhonatan attacked from behind.

He pulled a dagger from his pocket and lunged, aiming for a direct stab to Kael's ribs.

Kael merely shifted his body slightly, letting the blade slice through empty air. Before Jhonatan could react, an elbow drove into his stomach.

He doubled over instantly, spitting saliva, his knees giving out.

But Kael didn't stop.

He grabbed Jhonatan by the hair and smashed his face against the wall. Once. Twice. Three times. The sound of flesh meeting tile echoed loudly. Blood stained the white surface as Jhonatan collapsed to the ground, his face unrecognizable.

The last boy—the one who had only watched without getting involved—tried to back away, his expression consumed by absolute terror.

Kael looked at him.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to be part of this?"

The boy shook his head frantically, his legs trembling.

Kael sighed. "It's no fun if you don't fight back."

He spun and delivered a sharp side kick straight to the boy's chest, sending him crashing into one of the stall doors. The wood splintered on impact, and his body crumpled lifelessly to the floor.

The bathroom was a mess. Blood dripped from the sinks, and the bodies of the bullies were sprawled across the floor like broken dolls.

Kael stood there, watching them. His chest rose and fell slowly. He wasn't tired. Not satisfied either.

Just disgusted.

Disgusted by people who thought they were superior because of status or strength.

He turned and walked toward the door.

Before leaving, his voice cut through the silence:

"If I see you doing this again..."

He glanced back at them one last time, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light.

"...I won't hold back."

And with that, Kael stepped out of the bathroom, still feeling the tension burning in his muscles. The metallic scent of blood lingered in his nostrils, but he ignored it.

As soon as the door swung open, he came face-to-face with the boy who had been beaten. He stood there, trembling slightly but still on his feet. His feline-like eyes widened as he took in Kael, then slowly drifted down to his hands.

Stained with blood.

And he wasn't the only one who noticed.

Liam and Zane stood beside the boy, observing the scene with curious expressions. Liam's gaze flickered from Kael's bloodied fists to the bathroom door still swinging behind him. His face didn't show shock—just an almost amused interest.

"Were they really that bad?" Liam asked, crossing his arms.

Kael scoffed, wiping the blood on the side of his black tunic. "They gathered a gang to torture a kid in broad daylight. What do you think?" His voice carried a sarcastic edge, as if the answer was obvious.

Zane chuckled under his breath. "Should've killed them."

Kael shrugged, exhaling a lazy sigh. "Thought about it, but cleaning up felt like too much work."

Liam let out a short laugh. "Ah, so at least you haven't completely lost your mind."

"I'd say he lost just enough to be entertaining," Zane added, glancing at the injured boy.

Kael turned to him. "You gonna be okay?"

The boy hesitated but nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah... Thank you." His voice was quiet, almost timid.

Kael didn't respond. He just kept walking, with Liam and Zane following behind.

Behind them, the faint groans of the beaten bullies could still be heard inside the bathroom.

"How do you want to handle this?" Liam asked, keeping his tone casual, but his eyes studied Kael carefully.

"I'm going to file a report to Lyra. She'll understand easily," Kael replied without hesitation, wiping his bloodied fists with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.

Zane let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "That's gonna get you into trouble…"

Kael shrugged. "Probably not. The school has magic orbs hidden everywhere, sensitive to noise and disturbances. The bathrooms should have one too. I'll ask Lyra to check when the assaults started."

Liam raised an intrigued eyebrow. "You knew about that?"

Kael hesitated for a moment before answering, his golden eyes drifting to the empty space beside him. Or rather, to Umbra, who hovered there, invisible to the others.

"It's… complicated."

Umbra smirked slightly, its ethereal presence watching everything with interest.

"So, what now? Classes are over for today," Zane asked, crossing his arms.

Kael sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I have to deal with three hurricanes."

Liam and Zane exchanged glances and sighed at the same time. "How did it come to this?"

"I have no idea," Kael replied, rubbing his temples. "But I do know those three won't rest until they start a war. And guess who has to stop it?"

The two glanced at each other again before dryly saying, "Good luck."

"Thanks," Kael muttered, pocketing the bloodstained handkerchief. "Can you call the medics?"

They both nodded and walked away. The boy who had been beaten hesitated for a moment before finally asking:

"Why don't you heal them… like you did with me?"

Kael paused for a moment, then shrugged indifferently. "I don't feel like it. If they die, it'll be a blessing."

The silence that followed was heavy. The boy swallowed hard but didn't ask anything else.