Himura (MHA)

Min, Aung and their men managed to open the first barracks, eliminating the soldier with a shot to the head. The people in the barracks were not handcuffed, so after opening the door they got out to freedom, many thanked their liberators, but there were those who wanted to stay. When you are homeless, you are on your own, but here there is a roof over your head and food.

-Why do you think Nobu did not want to come with us? - (Burmese) asked Aung

-I do not know what motivated him, but this is his choice, without us this fool has no chance, his whim is useless. (Burmese)

Next, they wanted to get to the weapons warehouse and arm the people, along the way liberating several more barracks. The warehouse was in the north of the camp, while all the barracks are in the west. In the center there are tent complexes and the main road where Nobu was. He was miraculously lucky not to run into hundreds of already armed fighters going to suppress the uprising. Forces were also brought in to guard the main and only entrance, where there is a barrier. The warehouse guards encountered an angry crowd.

-Don't let them near the weapons!

The volleys immobilized several people, but under the mass the guards were quickly destroyed.

-Grab your weapons, more will come soon! And now we need to fill the entrances and exits with boxes and sandbags. Guys, help here! Defend yourself! - A hundred people seized firearms and took positions to protect the warehouse, a huge covered awning.

-H-how? I can't!

-Pull yourself together! - said Min and hit the freed man in the face. - It's time to avenge all the suffering! Or will you continue to be a doormat, like those who remained.

Soon, the cartel forces approached the warehouse, led by the camp leader. He shouted to his henchman, who activated his support quirk, which temporarily strengthens everyone around him, but he himself collapsed. He ordered the majority of his forces to surround the warehouse and fire suppressive fire against the rebels, and he himself went to check the barracks with several soldiers. He personally wanted to make sure who escaped and who remained. Who to punish and who to pardon. The warehouse was covered in fire, which escalated into a one-sided massacre. The cartel, with the support of some quirks, such as the Wood Golem, a quirk that animated a tree, and it temporarily fought for the owner. The tree destroyed the warehouse and many of the rebels' shelters, and without cover, they were in full view. Without shooting skills... in general, it was a one-sided massacre.

On the rebel side, the strong quirk was the ability of Hla, it made the cartel soldiers shoot at their own people, but could not make the golem fight for the rebels, as well as the quirk of the unknown Claw Tail. Nothing prevented this tail from being chained during capture, but now, being free, it caused some damage to the soldiers and their ranks thinned.

While the battle was going on, the leader nicknamed Bucephalus checked the last barracks. In it, Nobu was sitting on the floor, amidst the darkness and gunshots in the distance. Bull chuckled, this kid seemed unperturbed, which made Bucephalus nervous. He loves control and demonstrating absolute obedience, hot-tempered and aggressive. Of course, he liked the idea that the boy stayed and survived to continue working, but ... "How I want to teach him a lesson and erase his impudent blond face." Bucephalus found several options to make him shed tears like a woman.

Nobu was forced out of the barracks and led straight to the epicenter of the battle under the collapsed warehouse, where the remnants of the resistance were dying out and some had been captured alive. His knees were shaking, he could be killed at any second at gunpoint, he couldn't resist, it would mean guaranteed death. What had he done wrong? Had they identified him? Did they find out what he had done and who he supported? Silent minutes dragged on, the machine gun fire stopped, and a huge tree with humanoid limbs appeared in his field of vision, moving with its massive roots and frightening even more.

The battlefield was wiped off the face of the earth, it became clear that the soldiers without any special quirks were just support for this golem, and not the other way around. Both weapons are frightening. Both firearms and quirks. The tree froze and fell apart after the quirk of one of the cartel soldiers was deactivated. Nobu noticed the captured rebels, who were kneeling, their tired faces begging for mercy. All the soldiers gathered around to watch what Bucephalus would do next. They wanted to see the spectacle with their own eyes. The medic hastily tried to provide all possible assistance to some of the wounded, but many had to be ignored, with such injuries they were already one foot in the grave.

Among the captured were Min and Aung, completely exhausted, their eyes reflected panic, and when they noticed Nobu, they were not particularly surprised by his capture, but by the lack of shackles on him. Dawn was already breaking and the first rays illuminated the pale faces of the rebels. Having gathered all the soldiers and slaves, Bucephalus began to speak in his rough and growling voice.

- I feel very sorry for you, not only did you come to the wrong place at the wrong time, but you also decided to go against the rules. Very simple rules! You fucking can't even imagine how futile your clown show was! - the enraged Bucephalus swung and crushed the head of the first rebel with his strong hands. He fell, flying dead several meters away, his brains scattered on his neighbors in misfortune. Everyone felt not so much disgust as fear, except for the soldiers, it seemed to them that they were interested and... even amused by this execution.

Nobu's heartbeat quickened, he had never felt so vulnerable, weak, insignificant in his life. A lump crept into his throat from the imaginary force of the blow of this huge fist. There was only one question in his head. What were they going to do to him? Bucephalus continued to trample the already dead rebel with his head crushed in front of everyone, breaking bones with each blow, turning them into mince with protruding bones. Aung began to cry, and Min prayed and trembled no less than the girl, and the disembodied gaze of the hastily killed rebels was gray, they cried, sobbed, begged. Their hum brought Nobu heartbreaking despair, they echoed in Nobu's head, and in his ears he could hear his heart beating.

On the other side, the soldiers applauded and laughed, everything in the compartment left an imprint on Nobu's psyche. Heartbreaking pleas and hysterical laughter mixed together, ceasing to particularly excite Nobu. "S-so quiet... Finally, silence..."

- Get down! - the bloody Bucephalus ordered everyone. - Now you, little brat. - He pointed his finger at Nobu. The guy came out, slightly swaying and barely able to stand on his feet. Nobu was absolutely sure that now it was going to be "either him or them". Survival instincts were activated along with the rapidly rising adrenaline. He did not want to kill them. "Please... No! Please, don't! I don't want to kill them!"

Nobu suddenly remembered his grandmother's words. - Sometimes you have to compromise your principles, I hope you will have such situations, only they will make a real man out of you. Why did he remember that old hag?!

Nobu straightened up, planted his feet firmly and balanced his breathing. "Come on, either them or me. Just imagine an animal, it's not that hard." Incredible rage burst out of him - the body's protective reaction and the release of stress hormones should help him act. All the directed fury fell on the poor rebel, whose grimace of fear was imprinted on Nobu, before he cruelly disfigured his face like tiger claws.

The crowd, watching this action, stopped humming and concentrated on this. Nobu let out several roars of fury, reminiscent of a predator, beating his prey. After Nobu tired of beating, and all fear dissipated, the poor guy's face was unrecognizable, he was barely breathing. Bucephalus, like the rest, did not expect this, they thought that the little one would chicken out and chicken out. Contrary to all expectations, the crowd, whistling joyfully, cheered, congratulating the boy. Certainly these actions will not be fixed in Nobu's memory and will create a cruel creature that the world has never seen. Aung and Min looked at Nobu with trepidation, not expecting this from him.

"That's great," said Bucephalus and shot the rebel in the head with a pistol. Nobu barely flinched from the shot, while blood trickled down his painful fists. He did not understand their language, but it was clear that they wanted a spectacle or to teach a lesson.

Bucephalus ordered the next one to be executed with a knife, his throat cut like cattle...

The next one to be cut off finger by finger and finished off with a knife...

"Okay, that's enough." He ordered Nobu to step back.

"Forgive me, forgive me." Nobu quietly said to himself, covered in blood. All the time Nobu imagined a continuous white noise without a sound, helping to calm down.