Then... Damian waved his hand, and the three kneeling n were dragged through the air toward him, suspended by telekinesis.
He released the seal on their mouths.
They imdiately began begging, words tumbling out desperately.
"Please! We’re sorry! We’ll never–"
"Godfather, rcy! It was the alcohol! We didn’t an–"
"We’ll do anything! Please don’t–"
Damian said nothing.
He simply waved his hand with cold precision.
And... the n’s limbs began moving.
First slowly, then faster, their arms and legs spreading apart, invisible force pulling them in four directions simultaneously.
Their screams started as the pressure increased, tendons beginning to tear and joints dislocating with wet popping sounds.
"AAAAHHHHH! STOP! PLEASE STOP! OH GOD IT HURTS–"
The skin began tearing, blood vessels rupturing and muscles ripping like wet fabric.
CRACK CRACK CRACK
Bones shattered, fragnts piercing through skin and the sound echoing through the hall like gunshots.
"AHHH–"
Then... Blood sprayed in all directions as the bodies were literally torn apart, limbs separating from torsos, the three n’s screams cutting off as their bodies ca completely apart.
Splash!
Chunks of at and bone fell to the floor with wet thuds, blood pooling across expensive tile.
"!!!"
The hall was silent except for the sound of dripping blood.
Hundreds of people stood frozen in horror, their faces pale, so covering their mouths to prevent vomiting.
Edrin and the other students couldn’t reconcile this Damian with the one who was always kind to them, always protecting the Mafia.
’It’s like he’s a completely different person.’
Ariana and Zavier felt the sa disconnect, their minds struggling to process this Damian with the one who was just recently joking with them and advising them about life.
The squad leader whose hand had been cut off broke into even colder sweat, realizing he’d been shown rcy by this monster.
’He could have done that to . Would have, if I’d resisted more.’
Kuro materialized on Damian’s shoulder, absorbing the death energy from the corpses, his black feathers making him look like a demon’s familiar.
Puff
Damian pulled out a cigar with steady hands, lit it, took a long drag, and exhaled smoke slowly.
"All of you should behave from now on. Like good little children. Understood?"
Silence!
Nobody responded, too shocked to process the command.
Damian’s voice beca sharp.
"I asked: is that understood or not?"
"YES, GODFATHER!"
The response was imdiate and deafening, hundreds of voices shouting in unison, fear and respect mixing into absolute obedience.
The Unnad Four stood in the back, their expressions complex.
Gregor’s face showed sothing approaching approval. Vash’s eyes glinted with interest. Yara looked slightly disturbed but impressed. And Castor just nodded slowly.
They’d seen many things in their decades of living as fugitives and fighters. But watching this sixteen-year-old run his organization with such brutal efficiency was... unique.
Damian waved his hand dismissively.
"All of you are dismissed. Old Mike, tomorrow the victims of this incident will co to headquarters. Make sure they’re compensated appropriately and looked after for life. Also... I think I don’t need to say more?"
Mike sighed heavily, his face showing a decade’s worth of aging in one night.
"Yes, sir."
He led everyone out, the crowd filing through the doors in absolute silence, nobody daring to speak.
Damian told the Mafia students to return to the Academy, and Edrin led them away with backward glances.
Only the Unnad Four remained.
Damian approached them, his expression softening slightly.
"Sorry you had to see that. But I needed to set an example. Respect alone never gets things done in an organization this size. Fear works better."
Gregor’s voice was gruff but understanding.
"It happens. Every organization has problems like this. Better to handle it early and brutally than let it fester."
Vash studied Damian with new appreciation.
"Kid, you really aren’t like other sixteen-year-olds. When you get ti, co find . I’ll teach you so things about fighting bare-handed."
Damian nodded gratefully.
Then all four of them disappeared, their S-rank speed making the exit instantaneous.
Damian stood alone in the hall, surrounded by blood and body parts, the sll of death heavy in the air.
’This was necessary... Can’t let the organization rot from inside. Sigh... just a few hours ago I was telling Ariana and Zavier that the Mafia was a family... Now this.
Fuck, I’m tired...’
****
[Tranquil City - News Spreads]
What happened that night spread through Tranquil City like wildfire.
By morning, every person from the highest governnt officials to the poorest street vendors knew the story.
The Godfather had executed his own n for breaking rules and had apologized to a victim. Had shown that nobody – not even Mafia mbers – was above the law he’d established.
People felt safe in a way they never had before.
Not because violence had been eliminated, but because they knew the violence had rules. Had limits. And had soone in control who would enforce those limits without rcy.
The widow and her daughter ca to headquarters the next day, were given a house, financial support, and a job that would sustain them forever.
The squad leader whose hand was cut off beca the most disciplined enforcer in the organization, using his injury as a constant reminder that rules mattered.
And every Mafia mber understood completely: the Godfather was not their friend when they fucked up.
He was their judge, jury, and executioner.
And his justice was absolute.
****
[Stormhold Academy - Campus Grounds - Afternoon]
The Academy had transford in the week following Damian’s revolutionary changes.
Everywhere you looked, students were practicing.
A group of third-year commoners worked through advanced sword techniques in the training yard, their movents showing they’d finally accessed weapon arts that had been locked away for years.
Two first-year Nobles with A-rank talents practiced beside commoner students, all of them learning the sa defensive skill together, the hierarchical barriers dissolved.
A professor – one who’d previously claid he had "no ti" for teaching – was actively demonstrating a weapon art to fifteen students gathered around him, his voice patient as he corrected their forms.
The library was packed with students reading through old weapon art manuscripts, taking notes and discussing which techniques suited their fighting styles.
For the first ti in decades, Stormhold Academy actually felt like an academy rather than a political recruitnt center.
****
[Academy Rooftop - Headmaster’s Observation Point]
Headmaster Kaiser stood at the edge of the tallest building on campus, his long white beard and hair flowing in the wind, both tied in traditional warrior knots that spoke to decades of discipline.
His face was completely absent of age lines despite his two centuries of life – the result of SS rank vitality and careful Aura maintenance. His body remained muscular and powerful, showing his imnse strength.
He watched the sunset paint the campus in golden light, his expression unreadable.
Two figures appeared beside him – Seraphina and Elizabeth, both arriving with speed that made the transition instantaneous.
"..."
They stood in respectful silence, waiting for him to acknowledge their presence.
Finally, Elizabeth spoke, her voice carrying concern.
"Headmaster... should we really allow students to enter the forest and fight beasts? The danger is significant, especially for first-years."
Kaiser didn’t turn around, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the Academy forest began.
"You know... that boy has been forcing his own organization mbers to enter the forest daily for the past few days. Training them against actual beasts."
His voice was calm, contemplative.
"If any student cos close to dying, he intervenes and saves them. But only when they’ve faced death directly. Only when they’ve looked into the abyss and felt their mortality."
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