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As if it weren’t enough that Enzo had lost his vehicle, he had managed to get himself lost on his way back to that gold mine for a vehicle maniac like himself. Yokohama Station held a plethora of vehicles just waiting to be plundered, yet as the blonde headed male continued to try and find his way back to where he had been earlier he had absolutely no luck. In fact, he had terrible luck as a small gang of thugs spotted the well dressed and slightly lost looking man thinking him as easy prey for a mugging and quickly began to move into place. Each and every one of them seemed like they should be put behind bars and each seemed far too smug and cocky for their own good. “Hey buddy~” one of the thugs called out. “You seem a bit lost. Care to spare some cash to some good willed escorts?” The others that had surrounded him let out chortles of agreement and amusement. In Enzo’s mind he wondered if it really was all that funny. To him they all seemed like fools just asking to get their asses handed to them. Unfortunately for the lot of them, Enzo was far from the best of moods and he was just itching to let his emotions fly and let his actions speak far louder than any kind of words he would waste his breath on. Without warning the golden haired male kicked with his feet launching himself quickly backwards and away from his questioner. As soon as his feet touched the ground he lifted his right leg up and away from his body aiming for the closest thug. Behind him a clearly audible gasp of air escaped the man’s mouth as all the air within him was forcefully pulled out by the launching power of the expert reverse upward thrust kick. As the man collapsed to the floor clutching his gut in response to getting hit Enzo calmly glanced at the speaker from earlier and merely grinned. As if it were that enough of a mockery to the others Enzo crouched low and actually sat on top of the man he had sent to the floor just a moment ago as if to say that he was superior. Naturally his opponent’s were flustered at the sight and pounced on their target hoping to regain whatever respect they thought they had. A grin crossed Enzo’s mind as he used the man he was sitting on as a stepping stool of sorts to launch himself up into the sky. The street thugs had rushed in on Enzo only to find themselves huddled underneath the blonde topped youth. A quick tuck of his legs sent Enzo flipping slightly into the nearby concrete wall, which the boy used as a platform to set his feet before launching himself off like a rocket toward the gathered crowd. Despite having poor stamina, Enzo was a rather athletic child being not only more agile and dexterous than most people, but also being far more physically blessed in strength than any other individual he had ever come across. As he launched himself off the wall in an almost comical way he extended both his fists above his head like some sort of superhero landing two solid blows to the jaws of the unprepared thugs that came into his path. Of course Enzo would not be able to land two consecutive attacks without harm for he had far more to learn in this harsh world of his. Upon landing on the ground the blonde crowned youth was greeted with a mighty swing from a man’s fist aiming to take off his head. Fortunately Enzo had spotted the telephone punch a mile away and as the man hoped to land a shattering blow to his skull, Enzo merely caught the man’s clenched fist within his open and waiting palm. A grin crossed his face as he increased the pressure applied to the man’s wrist immediately changing the attacker’s face from one of arrogant hope, to that of one who knew his imminent defeat. Within Enzo’s arsenal of martial arts hidden in the depths of his mind there were several grappling types that he could have chosen to take care of this particular individual. Unfortunately for his victim, Enzo was in a particularly foul mood and felt no need to restrain himself from going full out on a bunch of street punk amateurs. With a swift step forward Enzo forced the man’s fist upwards with one hand while the other expertly moved under the opponent’s elbow locking any sort of movement the body might have instinctually done to avoid damage. By doing so the man was forced to his knees which the golden crowned male used to his full advantage. Using his arms as a lever Enzo continued to apply pressure to the man’s wrist until an unnatural crack echoed throughout the alleyways nearby Yokohama Station. As if it weren’t enough that Enzo had destroyed the man’s wrist, he proceeded to utilize the lever created by his arms in a different direction forcing the man’s elbow into an uncomfortable position which forced the man back to his feet despite his already clear pain. A quick step and turn of his body forced the man’s elbow and entire arm on top of Enzo’s shoulder. This time instead of just using his arms as a lever, the golden haired individual utilized his entire body flinging the man harshly into the nearby wall. In a matter of moments Enzo had reduced his attacking group from about ten or so thugs to nearly half that number. The other’s seemed to have a few brain cells because rather than continuing their head on assault like lambs being lead to the slaughter they carefully circled Enzo cautious not to get too close to the man. While they circled their target they frantically reached and grabbed whatever they could in hopes of finding some kind of object that could serve as a weapon to take down the monster of a man before them. Most of the thugs managed to grab at least something that they thought might assist them. A good number of them grabbed bottles, one or two found some pipes, and the one who had started the whole thing by speaking to Enzo in the first place pulled out a switchblade from the depths of his pocket. Things were just getting better and better for the frustrated and still lost transporter. With a grin Enzo lifted his hands into an actual martial arts fighting pose finally getting serious and cocked his head lightly to one side egging the thugs on to dare and try to land any kind of blow on him. The simple taunt was enough to send a few of them running at him with hopes of landing some kind of hit. Stupidly the few that had run after him aimed to attack him head on thinking the items in their hands would change the fact that they were still amateurs in comparison to his skills. As the thugs swung their various objects clutched in their hands they were surprised as they hit nothing but air. Enzo had ducked and weaved through the attacking crowd and landed several solid blows to the opponent’s solar plexus and jaws leaving them either unconscious or gasping for air. Either way, Enzo had taken care of most of the crowd and there were only two of them left, one with a metal pipe and the other with the switchblade. Being a little smarter the pair decided to attack from opposite sides of Enzo thinking he couldn’t deal with both of them at the same time. As the thugs came in to injure Enzo he merely took a quick back step away from the attackers halting any attempt of an attack on him as he moved out of their range. Before they could even react to Enzo avoiding the blows he kicked forward and sent a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at the man with the switchblade’s head promptly knocking him unconscious. Suddenly a sharp and rather overbearing pain exploded throughout Enzo’s body particular around his rib cage area. It was all a bit confusing, but Enzo quickly realized his mistake. Since his other opponent carried the larger and heavier metal pipe Enzo’s timing was thrown off. So when the blonde headed youth thought it would be safe to step back in to counterattack, the other man still hadn’t even finished first attack. As a result Enzo took the full brunt of the attack sending him to his knees in sudden pain. Being a transporter who spent most of his life in vehicles Enzo did not really have the same kind of stamina that one would expect from a body as excellently trained as his own. Aside from the poor stamina he also could not take a hit very well. With that fact Enzo spent of his battles hitting and not getting hit, so getting off guard and getting hit full on by the metal pipe was more than he expected and more than he could handle. The thug at the very least knew a chance when he saw it and quickly pounced on Enzo swinging the metallic pipe in his hand over and over again. The makeshift weapon worked wonders as the dull thud of the metal crashed against Enzo’s entire frame covering him with bruises and opening wounds all over his body. Things were going bad and if the golden haired individual did not come up with a plan and execute it quickly things could easily go from bad to worse in a matter of a few seconds. Fortunately his hand was still equipped with the ring he had used earlier against the former taxi driver and as things grew more and more desperate his will and resolve only grew stronger and stronger. As the attacker only chuckled and grunted in amusement as his practically assured victory he was taken aback and nearly dropped his weapon as large and powerful and strange looking flame. It was surprising due to the fact that it suddenly emitted from the man who he had practically named as dead’s finger or more specifically the ring on his finger. The flame was strange because rather than the usual reds and oranges that tinted a flame, this particular flame was of a dark and light purple variety. The sight was both awe inspiring and frankly quite frightful. As if that weren’t enough Enzo struggled ot his feet a bloody mess and gave a cold look to the other freezing the man in his tracks. ”You die here and now.” That was all the golden haired individual stated before once again swiftly sliding the large purple flame imbued ring into the matching slot on his box. Once more a short but brilliant flash of light erupted from the box as Enzo held his cigarette in between his fingers. The thug was clearly confused and moved in to end the others existence as he imagined due to the sheer amount of injuries and blood that appeared on Enzo’s body. Enzo’s assailant was quickly deterred as a short movement to place the cigarette in his mouth followed by a long and deep exhale created an impressive amount of smoke which did not fade away. This time, rather than manipulating the smoke into the surrounding area, Enzo merely directed his will and intent at the opponent with his smoke following its master’s intentions. The man tried to let out a cry for help but he was quickly stifled within the confines of the golden haired individual’s strange smoke ability. Thinking the man could escape from the smoke by fleeing the scene, he was in for an unwelcome surprise. Despite his attempts to flee Enzo’s presence all he accomplished was run into walls, trip over his former comrades, as well as show how much of a fool he was to Enzo. However it didn’t take long before all hope oxygen was deprived from the man sending him slumping to the floor. The young Mafioso would normally let the man slide and leave him unconscious, but he had given his word to kill the man. It was within his personal sense of “justice” to always follow through with whatever he says, be it a promise or a threat. There were no bluffs in Innocenzo’s arsenal, merely skill and perseverance. After a few minutes or so Enzo knew he had accomplished his task. The human brain could not survive long periods of time without oxygen, and by depriving the man with any hope for any kind of oxygen and even replacing it with something like smoke definitely killed the man’s brain. Even if he were to be revived and the rest of his body was functioning normally his brain would no longer function normally and therefore Enzo had followed through with his statement. The man “died” here and now under the young Mafioso’s hand. A sigh escaped the man’s lips as he released the little focus he had been holding on as he fell to his knees in complete fatigue. The once bright flame of purple flickered to nothingness as well as the dense cloud of smoke that had surrounded the fallen individual. Enzo cursed his own lack of stamina. A life behind a steering wheel meant that most of the time he didn’t need it, and it was his own carelessness that failed to prepare himself for the worst. At least as he hobbled off in search for another vehicle to commandeer he knew his own faults and weaknesses as well as his strengths. All he needed to do was to build his strengths and cover his weaknesses. Maybe he couldn’t cover his own weaknesses but that was what a family was for. Unfortunately the young Mafioso had yet to meet any others in his line of work. As he began to leave the Yokohama Station area he wondered where he could possibly start a search for a family. Regardless of how he found one, if they did not meet his standards there was no way the growing mercenary would ever join their side. ”To be an aloof drifting cloud…” was what Enzo whispered as he walked off. A drifting cloud. That summed up his existence quite nicely.