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Without skipping a beat, Kota snaps the rebar that’s impaled through his hip, as if it was nothing more than a twig, as he pulls himself free out of the dilapidated structure.

Not a sound was made by the Patrollers nor from their Hero, as the three stare at the determined man in startled silence.

The blazing red of a blinking downed traffic light bathes Kota with loathing, as his shadow blankets the three offenders. Blood oozes from his punctured abdomen, soaking into his sleeveless top, spreading through the lightweight material like wildfire.

Kota twirls the blood drenched, shorn off steel in his sliced open hand. His face is dark, his eyes, intense…calculating.

Cold.

Unlike the look he usually held.

He tosses the trivial piece of steel to the side as he turns to gaze at the trio under furrowed brow. The sharp sting of the hanging rainstorm’s drizzle, pelting the bodies on this unintentional battle ground, was only a mere discomfort, compared to the chill of Kota’s piercing blues, that glared through limp, dirty brown locks.

If only looks could kill, then these three Patrollers would have dropped dead at that man’s feet, from that deadly glare.

“Come oooon, this was my favorite shirt guys,” disappointment is evident in Kota’s steady tone as he hums. He tugs on his sullied rusty colored fabric with his left hand, a deep frown settling onto his strong features.

“You three sure know how to piss a guy off.”

The brunette takes a weighted stride forward, his shoes echoing loudly in the guilty parties’ ears, as they stand frozen in place. The buckled street begins to run with rivers of crimson as the rain picks up, the ominous blood red glow mirroring off the slicked concrete surfaces.

There is a low buzz thrumming in the atmosphere, pricking at the Patrollers’ arms, making their hairs stand on end. But this was not the electricity building within the dark gray storm clouds, that hovered low over the destroyed cityscape, causing a restlessness in their dishonorable hearts.

It was originating from…him.

The Hero that was once so revered by his peers.

And it was dark…dangerous…

And unforgiving.

Fu was the one that they feared above all else, but their Hero, their protector-now he was the one to be feared as the three warriors took a step back in fright at Kota’s rapid approach, practically falling over their companions’ heels in their panic.

Now, who was truly, the Devil of Conton?

Arc 3 (Love Struck Arc) Chapter ??? - (Working Title) A Beauty in the Anguish / Passions Color.
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Drew this one last night right after the other one! I was on a rollll!! Another sketch, that turned into this XD May clean it up, may not~

More story pictures and chapter snippets~ I just can't help myself, I like to shaarreee

Description

Without skipping a beat, Kota snaps the rebar that’s impaled through his hip, as if it was nothing more than a twig, as he pulls himself free out of the dilapidated structure.

Not a sound was made by the Patrollers nor from their Hero, as the three stare at the determined man in startled silence.

The blazing red of a blinking downed traffic light bathes Kota with loathing, as his shadow blankets the three offenders. Blood oozes from his punctured abdomen, soaking into his sleeveless top, spreading through the lightweight material like wildfire.

Kota twirls the blood drenched, shorn off steel in his sliced open hand. His face is dark, his eyes, intense…calculating.

Cold.

Unlike the look he usually held.

He tosses the trivial piece of steel to the side as he turns to gaze at the trio under furrowed brow. The sharp sting of the hanging rainstorm’s drizzle, pelting the bodies on this unintentional battle ground, was only a mere discomfort, compared to the chill of Kota’s piercing blues, that glared through limp, dirty brown locks.

If only looks could kill, then these three Patrollers would have dropped dead at that man’s feet, from that deadly glare.

“Come oooon, this was my favorite shirt guys,” disappointment is evident in Kota’s steady tone as he hums. He tugs on his sullied rusty colored fabric with his left hand, a deep frown settling onto his strong features.

“You three sure know how to piss a guy off.”

The brunette takes a weighted stride forward, his shoes echoing loudly in the guilty parties’ ears, as they stand frozen in place. The buckled street begins to run with rivers of crimson as the rain picks up, the ominous blood red glow mirroring off the slicked concrete surfaces.

There is a low buzz thrumming in the atmosphere, pricking at the Patrollers’ arms, making their hairs stand on end. But this was not the electricity building within the dark gray storm clouds, that hovered low over the destroyed cityscape, causing a restlessness in their dishonorable hearts.

It was originating from…him.

The Hero that was once so revered by his peers.

And it was dark…dangerous…

And unforgiving.

Fu was the one that they feared above all else, but their Hero, their protector-now he was the one to be feared as the three warriors took a step back in fright at Kota’s rapid approach, practically falling over their companions’ heels in their panic.

Now, who was truly, the Devil of Conton?

Arc 3 (Love Struck Arc) Chapter ??? - (Working Title) A Beauty in the Anguish / Passions Color.
-------------------------

Drew this one last night right after the other one! I was on a rollll!! Another sketch, that turned into this XD May clean it up, may not~

More story pictures and chapter snippets~ I just can't help myself, I like to shaarreee