blogombal Chapter 96 The Cry
Chapter 96 The Cry
Chapter 96 The Cry
Empathy made Broly feel no goodwill towards the woman in front of him.
The fact that the other person was Hill's mother prevented him from turning his hostility into killing her.
The commotion in the courtyard also attracted the attention of the people inside the house.
When Hill's father saw the scene in the yard—his wife sitting on the ground with a swollen face and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as if she had been beaten—he grabbed a clothesline stick and rushed out.
"Who hit you?"
Hearing her husband's question, the woman, who was somewhat frightened by Broly, subconsciously pointed at the boy in front of her.
"You bastard, how dare you hit my wife?!"
Hill's father immediately flew into a rage, and without caring whether his wife was pointing at a child or not, he raised a stick and started hitting Broly.
"Snap!"
Unsurprisingly, the stick that was thrown broke instantly.
"Uh~"
The man who launched the attack also received a small punch to the stomach from Broly.
The excruciating abdominal pain made the man open his mouth, like a salted fish struggling to breathe.
He retreated a little, then suddenly knelt down, but the pain prevented him from making a loud sound.
"I think now, no one should question me anymore, right?"
The man was speechless, while the woman quickly shook her head when Broly looked over.
"Well then, let's continue our previous topic. Your son stole my clothes. As parents, how do you plan to handle this?"
Just as the woman was about to say something, a small hand pinched her mouth shut.
Broly put his other index finger to his lips and shushed him.
"Don't interrupt, I haven't finished speaking. I'll give you two choices. First, give me back my clothes; second, if you really want my clothes for your son, that's fine too. I've taken a liking to your daughter, so you can give her back to me."
Broly gave two options before letting go and allowing the woman to make her choice.
Just then, a boy who seemed to be in a good mood skipped in from outside the yard, and he was wearing the clothes that Broly had gotten dirty with soup yesterday.
After the boy entered the yard, he saw his parents on the ground and immediately exclaimed, "Dad, Mom, what happened to you?"
"No, it's nothing, Shia. Quickly take off your clothes and give them back to your sister's guest."
Hill's father had recovered and understood the situation. Being knocked down with a single punch made him realize Broly's extraordinary abilities.
Coming from an ordinary family, he didn't want to offend someone he couldn't afford to offend over a piece of clothing. So, upon seeing his son come home, he immediately said this to him.
"What? You want me to take off my clothes and give them back?"
The boy was somewhat incredulous; he had just worn this outfit today and made a big splash in front of his friends.
"Didn't we agree that this dress was a gift from that idiot?"
The boy looked to his mother for help.
"Shia, take it off quickly. The owner of the clothes has already come looking for you. If you don't return the clothes, your sister will be taken away as compensation."
"Wow, is that even possible?"
Upon hearing his mother's words, the boy's eyes lit up, and his thoughts immediately came out.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Take off your clothes right now."
"I'm not taking it off. Let that idiot be taken away by someone else."
"That's your sister!"
"I don't have such a stupid older sister, Dad. Don't you also complain that she's clumsy, can't do anything right, and is a burden to the family?"
Children speak without thinking, and the things boys say are often hurtful.
"Trading this idiot for this dress is such a great deal!"
That's what the boy thought, but his parents didn't.
"You idiot, your sister is going to..."
At this point, Hill's father abruptly stopped.
Exchanging marriages, sacrificing a daughter's happiness for a son's happiness, is not something to be proud of.
"Anyway, you have to take your clothes off now, I'm telling you."
The man got up from the ground, his abdomen still aching, but he couldn't care less about that now.
He had to grab his son and strip him of his clothes to prevent him from bringing disaster upon the family.
The boy avoided his father, circled him twice in the yard, and then ran to the woman's side.
"Mom, Dad yelled at me!"
The woman remained silent for a moment, then took the boy's hand and began to persuade him: "Son, be good. I'll buy you clothes later. We'll return this one."
Upon hearing this, the boy stared wide-eyed at his mother, his eyes filled with disbelief at being betrayed. In the next instant, his spoiled childish temper flared up.
"No, I don't want it, I want this dress."
The noise annoyed the woman who had just been beaten, and she couldn't take it anymore.
She slapped her son twice across the face.
"Did I spoil you too much? Now you don't even listen to your mother? Take it off!"
The woman commanded.
"Waaaah~"
The boy was stunned for a moment after being hit, and then burst into tears.
"don't want!"
He lay on the ground crying, trying to hold onto the clothes that had made him the center of attention in front of his friends that day, or perhaps it was his competitive vanity.
This resistance angered his parents, who immediately took turns dragging the boy off the ground and pulling off his clothes.
The eleven-year-old boy's cries echoed through the yard, while the children, including Akame, whose average age was seven or eight, watched in disbelief.
They couldn't understand why a boy older than themselves was acting so unreasonably by crying and making a fuss, but the reason was actually quite simple: those who are favored are always fearless.
Their parents either died young or abandoned them. In their relatively short lives, those tragic experiences prevented Akame and the others from acting like real children and throwing tantrums.
Even though they are now favored by Broly, Akame and the others, being mature enough, would not allow themselves to cause trouble for their older brother.
"Your brother's cries are so beautiful, aren't they?"
Hearing the boy's cries, Broly, who had been expressionless since arriving at the Hill's house, slowly smiled and asked Hill a question.
"Ah, this..."
The bespectacled, naive girl was taken aback. After carefully considering it, she realized that it was indeed true.
"It sounds pretty good."
She answered Broly's question.
At that moment, the two seemed to have reached a consensus.
In Broly's consciousness, the emotions belonging to his past life as an otaku were surging.
He treated Hill's brother as his own.
And so, at that moment, Hill's brother's cries became a wonderful melody.
Nothing can bring more joy to a child who has been treated unfairly by their parents.
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(End of this chapter)