Although these children did not usually punch or kick Robin, they loved throwing stones at her, which often left her injured.
Now, Robin lay curled up on the ground with her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling slightly as she felt the pain coming from all over her body and listened to the tide of chattering jeers and insults from those surrounding her.
Though her heart had long since grown numb from being hurt countless times, those grating words and the pain in her body still left her feeling wronged despite herself.
She silently asked herself, What did I do wrong? Why do I have to be treated like this?
"What are you doing?!"
An icy voice rang out like a thunderclap, instantly cowing the brats gathered around Robin.
Kakarot approached with steady strides, his towering figure, nearly three meters tall, casting a vast shadow across the ground.
The sunlight shone from behind him, preventing the brats from making out his exceptionally handsome face. All they could see was his silhouette.
Whether intentionally or not, Kakarot released faint traces of his terrifying aura, which seemed to carry a chill from the abyss and made the children shudder.
To these children, Kakarot was like a devil that had crawled out of hell, radiating a spine-chilling presence.
"If you bully other children again, a demon pirate will come and eat you!"
Kakarot deliberately lowered his voice to a deep rumble to frighten them.
He had never liked brats to begin with, and seeing these children bully the weak made anger surge within him.
"Waaah! Mommy!"
"Help!"
"There's a demon!"
Scared out of their wits, the brats scattered in all directions, crying and screaming for their mothers. In the blink of an eye, they had vanished without a trace.
Kakarot looked with heartache