To foster a strong bond among the children, Daisuke anized aire day dedicated to a petitive and physically demanding game of tag.

  This not only provided them with a fun activity but also allowed Daisuke to assess the strengths and weaknesses of eadividual, enabling them to py their uping roles effectively.

  Following the game, Daisuke reiterated the nature of their mission, emphasizing the importance of unication, trust, and patience. He shared psychological strategies to aplish their tasks and outlined tingens for unforeseen circumstances.

  With a disapproving frown, Daisuke gnced down at his feeble hands. Having spent years fio the house, he realized his body was retively frail.

  To address this, he itted himself torous training. The motivation to improve was fueled by the knowledge that both the children and his mother depended on him, making it easy for him to stay determined.

  The children o build up their stamina, too. But Daisuke k would be difficult to keep them motivated, especially oy stomachs.

  So, instead of stig to basic exercises, he got creative. Alongside pying tag, he used random junk lying around to set up games like dodgeball, rugby, soccer, and other physical activities. This approach helped them develop their strength and enduran a more engaging way.

  After several weeks of dedicated training and preparation, they finally stood ready for their mission.

  ***

  “Kyaaa~” a young dy let out an endearing cry as she stumbled and fell, all the apparel inside her bag spilling out onto the busy street.

  Attractively garbed in an off-the-shoulder frock, she presented a figure that drew attention, with her well-endowed bosom practically spilling out for all to see.

  This spectaaturally captured the gaze of nearby male stall owners. One of them, like a bullet, hastily surged forward, outpag the others. Ign their envious death-gres, the man galntly reached out to the damsel in distress.

  “Miss, are you hurt?” he asked in a velvety tone, fshing her a pair of pearly whites. “Here, let me help you.”

  “Oh my,” the woman replied with a blush, her eyes coy. “Such chivalry.”

  The shopkeeper felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes f hearts as the dy averted her eyes sheepishly at the import of his helping hand. Every subtle movement she made did iing things to her breasts, and this captured the attention of all the males, including him.

  Amidst the distra, the slum kids swiftly infiltrated with their sacks, deftly stuffing them full of fruits aables. Operating in pairs, one loaded up while the other kept wat the unsuspeg shopkeepers. Oheir bags reached full capacity, the kids made a hasty retreat, with the exception of one.

  “Look at that pervy bastard,” Brek scoffed, disdain evident in his tone. “He doesn’t deserve to have anythi!”

  The stubborn Wolfkin had already taken far more than his sack could tain. Ign his scout’s urgent pleas to retreat, he greedily tiuffing food into his mouth and clothes, determio bleed the shopkeeper dry. Lost in his avarice, he failed to notice the shopkeeper approag.

  “You thieving brat!” the man bellowed in a fiery rage, a mighty kick sending the young bandit smming into the hard ground.

  The Wolfkin gasped, the unsuspeg assault knog the wind from his lungs. Before he could breathe, the man’s foot desded onto his back, owice, delivering blow after merciless blow despite the child’s pained screams.

  “You worthless goddamn leeches tribute nothing to society,” the man spat acidly as he tinued his rampage. “You and all your deadbeat race deserve to fug—”

  Before he could finish his sentence, an apple shattered against his face, f him to stagger backward and nd unceremoniously on his rump. At that moment, the other shopkeepers, now aware of the robbery, began scrambling onto the se.

  “Grab him a out of here!” Daisuke ahe scout, his voice ringing with authority as he tio hurl apples at the ining horde.

  “What about you? There’s too many of them!”

  “Don’t worry about me,” reassured Daisuke. “I have a better ce of getting away if I’m alone.”

  A cleverly thrown banana had a group of men crashing to the ground in a clumsy heap.

  CH! PTOOI!

  Daisuke took a rge bite out of an apple, then spat it out to the side in disgust. “Is this what you’re selling to people?” he excimed. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves!”

  “This cheeky brat!”

  “You’ll wish you were never born when I get my hands on you!”

  These and a flurry of other menag remarks came hurling towards Daisuke, and the shopkeepers themselves quickly followed. But that’s exactly what he wanted—for them to focus on him instead of the others.

  Daisuke left the stall behind and took to the streets of the vilge. His quick, agile footsteps echoed on the cobblestoh, his breath ing in rapid bursts as he weaved through the bustling crowd.

  He gnced back, and sure enough, the livid shopkeepers were hot on his tail, angrily shouting and waving their fists. He smirked and turned a er, heading for the alleyways.

  He jumped over a pile of garbage and slid under a clothesline. His lithe form navigated the twists and turns with remarkable precision. He reached a low wall, and without breaking his momentum, sprang onto it, using it as a ptform to propel himself higher

  Mid-air, he executed a breathtaking flip, his form sleek against the backdrop of the vilge’s quaint architecture. As his feet met the wall’s surface again, he unched himself towards a nearby building, sg it with the ease of a seasoned acrobat.

  He reached the edge of the roof and saw a wooden beam eg it to another building. He ran across it and kicked it down, sending it crashing onto the street below. He heard some screams and curses as some of the shopkeepers were hit by the falling debris.

  He nded oher roof and tinued his escape. He saw a group of kids pying with a ball and waved at them. They reized him and cheered him on. They threw him their ball and he caught it with one hand. He threw it back at them and winked.

  He reached ane and saw a rge haysta the ground. He jumped off the roof and nded on it, cushioning his fall. He rolled off the haystad ran into a narrow alley leading to the slums.

  Following a whistle, which was evidently some form of signal, a bunch of kids appeared oher side of the roof overhead and began b the few remaining pursuers with garbage and debris.

  Daisuke, at the same time, swung from rusted pipes, leaped over barrels, and somersaulted over mounds of garbage, using every obstacle to his advantage. He quickly disappeared into the maze-like slums, leaving the shopkeepers disoriented.

  Their yells of frustration echoed in the fined space, but Daisuke knew he was safe. The shopkeepers wouldn’t dare follow him into the dark and dirty alleys, where thieves, beggars, and outcasts lived.

  And, following a sigh of relief, he blended in with the degees and made his way to the hideout.

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