Attack On Titan: Mikasa Is Mine!

I don't know how long it took. When I opened my eyes in a daze, I saw a shoe sole steadily coming toward me. I quickly tilted my head to the side as the guy missed his stomp, and when his balance faltered, I struck him with my right elbow to his heel.

Then, I punched him in the crotch with my left hand and finished with a kick to his stomach, sending him flying. I rolled to my feet and surveyed the area. In front of me, a 13- or 14-year-old blond boy lay on the ground, clutching his crotch and crying out in pain.

Three other boys, all about the same age, stood in a defensive formation, eyeing me warily. The scene looked like it was unfolding in some narrow alley.

My mind was a jumbled mess, everything feeling distant and disconnected. I realized that this was the place across from the "Gate of Return," but it didn't feel like the portal that had sent me here.

Maybe I hadn't spoken in a while, but the other party couldn't hold back anymore. A young man with brown hair, a few freckles on his face, and a scowl said, "Hey, kid, you want to die for hitting me?" I couldn't help but snort and retort, "You started it, okay! And…" I stopped mid-sentence, realizing that I understood exactly what he was saying.

Moreover, my voice sounded much younger than before. Looking down at my hands, I noticed they were pale, unlike my usual tanned skin. There were no scars. "What's going on?" I muttered to myself, a sense of confusion settling in. "Damn, you think you can mess with me?" The young man's patience snapped.

My apparent ignorance and self-mumbling must've come across as contempt to him, and the truth was, it kind of was.

"Go to hell!" he yelled, grabbing a wooden stick and charging toward me. Still trying to figure out why my body felt so out of sync, I instinctively raised my head, turned, and kicked him in the stomach.

"Ugh!" He immediately dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach, while two of his friends closed in, one holding a wooden stick, the other a brick.

The stick swung at my head. I instinctively tried to teleport to dodge, but found I couldn't move. At the last second, I ducked to the right, feeling the stick crash into my shoulder.

"Ah!" I couldn't stop myself from crying out in pain, then punched the guy in the face, making his nose bleed. A brick hit me in the back, and I hissed as the pain hit. Reacting quickly, I kicked back with my foot, knocking one of them several steps away, and then landed a punch in the stomach of the boy with the stick, making him double over.

A moment later, the brick came again. I turned to dodge, but the sharp edge of the stone slashed across my forehead, blood beginning to drip down. "Damn it! You're really asking for it now!" My anger flared. I had held back because I didn't want to escalate things, but these idiots were pushing me too far. "You're the ones looking for death!"

With a swift movement, I extended my left hand, gripping the boy's neck, and slammed his head into the wall. He immediately lost consciousness.

Now, only the boy holding the stick remained standing in the alley. "You… don't come closer!" he shouted, drawing a sharp knife from behind and pointing it at me, his voice shaking. But I wasn't backing down.

I charged forward, grabbed the blade with my left hand, and headbutted him. He dropped to the ground, out cold. I glanced at the cut on my left hand, casually pressing it against my clothes to stem the blood flow.

At that moment, a voice cried out behind me. I turned to see a little girl, no more than eight or nine years old, standing at the entrance of the alley. She wore a blue-and-white dress, and her long black hair framed her face. She stared at me with wide, surprised eyes. Then, a woman around 30 ran up to her, scooping her into her arms. "What's wrong, Mikasa?" she asked. She, too, had long black hair.

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