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" On the altar of the Devil up is down, pleasure is pain, darkness is light, slavery is freedom, and madness is sanity

   - The Satanic Rituals

A man with an elaborate yellowish coat with drak yellow inner lining and cuffs intricately decorated by dark yellow-colored motifs, and many studs lined up the chest, the high collar and the sleeves, which have armbands seemingly made of metal around them above the boy's elbows. Below it, the wears a red shirt, and he also sports a pair of crimson leather pants held up by a studded belt, with more similar belts circling diagonally the upper parts of his legs, and simples brown shoes . He saw three guys running up to him.
  “This guy got into Atlas because of his family!” the first challenger accuses.
  The second challenger throws a punch at the boy, but misses. “Lets mess this kid up!”
  From his left, the third man tries to kick the blonde in the head. In one fluid motion, he blocks the attack with his left arm and unsheathed his sword and points the point in the face of his enemy. Thinking that he's open, the first man tries to tackle him to the ground. Grabbing hold of the boy, the man continues to charge through the crowd of people.
  Forcing him to the ground, the man stands with an arrogant look on his face. Lifting his legs and twisting them, the rich boy jumps from the ground and onto his feet. He pats himself down to get rid of the dust, and then points his sword at at his assailant.
  Outnumbered, the others show off their weapons. One has a long sword, another has a pitchfork ,and the last man had a crossbow. All of them smile, confident that they're going to be victorious. The two with the melee weapons sprint towards the boy.
  Sword transforming into a gun, whipping the man to his right, the boy fires at the man to the left. He aims for the feet to unbalance and discourage his opponent. Taking the opportunity to strike, the boy's weapons change back from a gun to sword, and he strikes. Giving a barrage of cuts and thrusts, the man was barely able to hold his ground. That was, until his friends jumped in to take his place.
  Swinging his sword in wide motions, he fends off the blonde. The third man fires his crossbow, piercing the armpit of the rich boy's coat, forcing him against the wall. Reloading his weapon, he aims at him, but sees that he is gone. From behind, a force strikes the man with the crossbow and sends him flying to the other end of the block.
  The other two turn and see the boy recovering from his kick. Before they can react, the blonde's aura began to flare. His yellow aura going around him, his muscles getting bigger but not enough to ripe through the coat. He ran at the guys unleashing a flurry of attacks that could barely be seen, He utterly destroys the defense of the man with the longsword. Seeing an opening in between the man's legs, the blonde rams his foot there.
  Falling to his knees, the boy turns and sees large heap of metal colliding with his face. Taking the hit , the boy grabs the sword breaking it. He used it to punch the man and he jumps on the man and grabbed his collar and jumped so it felt like he wad flying. His semblance then cut off. Both fall to the ground at high speed , unconscious.
  Waking up on a strange bed, the boy turns his head to see his father. A light skinned man with an air that radiates intelligence, and disappointment. “I leave you alone for two hours Hikari...." the boy's father starts and then throws a binder on his lap. “...and thishappens!” He storms out of the room.
  Hikari looks down at the binder and reads the label, “Atlas”.

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" On the altar of the Devil up is down, pleasure is pain, darkness is light, slavery is freedom, and madness is sanity

   - The Satanic Rituals

A man with an elaborate yellowish coat with drak yellow inner lining and cuffs intricately decorated by dark yellow-colored motifs, and many studs lined up the chest, the high collar and the sleeves, which have armbands seemingly made of metal around them above the boy's elbows. Below it, the wears a red shirt, and he also sports a pair of crimson leather pants held up by a studded belt, with more similar belts circling diagonally the upper parts of his legs, and simples brown shoes . He saw three guys running up to him.
  “This guy got into Atlas because of his family!” the first challenger accuses.
  The second challenger throws a punch at the boy, but misses. “Lets mess this kid up!”
  From his left, the third man tries to kick the blonde in the head. In one fluid motion, he blocks the attack with his left arm and unsheathed his sword and points the point in the face of his enemy. Thinking that he's open, the first man tries to tackle him to the ground. Grabbing hold of the boy, the man continues to charge through the crowd of people.
  Forcing him to the ground, the man stands with an arrogant look on his face. Lifting his legs and twisting them, the rich boy jumps from the ground and onto his feet. He pats himself down to get rid of the dust, and then points his sword at at his assailant.
  Outnumbered, the others show off their weapons. One has a long sword, another has a pitchfork ,and the last man had a crossbow. All of them smile, confident that they're going to be victorious. The two with the melee weapons sprint towards the boy.
  Sword transforming into a gun, whipping the man to his right, the boy fires at the man to the left. He aims for the feet to unbalance and discourage his opponent. Taking the opportunity to strike, the boy's weapons change back from a gun to sword, and he strikes. Giving a barrage of cuts and thrusts, the man was barely able to hold his ground. That was, until his friends jumped in to take his place.
  Swinging his sword in wide motions, he fends off the blonde. The third man fires his crossbow, piercing the armpit of the rich boy's coat, forcing him against the wall. Reloading his weapon, he aims at him, but sees that he is gone. From behind, a force strikes the man with the crossbow and sends him flying to the other end of the block.
  The other two turn and see the boy recovering from his kick. Before they can react, the blonde's aura began to flare. His yellow aura going around him, his muscles getting bigger but not enough to ripe through the coat. He ran at the guys unleashing a flurry of attacks that could barely be seen, He utterly destroys the defense of the man with the longsword. Seeing an opening in between the man's legs, the blonde rams his foot there.
  Falling to his knees, the boy turns and sees large heap of metal colliding with his face. Taking the hit , the boy grabs the sword breaking it. He used it to punch the man and he jumps on the man and grabbed his collar and jumped so it felt like he wad flying. His semblance then cut off. Both fall to the ground at high speed , unconscious.
  Waking up on a strange bed, the boy turns his head to see his father. A light skinned man with an air that radiates intelligence, and disappointment. “I leave you alone for two hours Hikari...." the boy's father starts and then throws a binder on his lap. “...and thishappens!” He storms out of the room.
  Hikari looks down at the binder and reads the label, “Atlas”.