Pint-Sized Bleeder (Roxanne)

Bullying. Specifically, extortion and harassment. That was the gist of it, anyway, along with a perceived notion on the bullies' part that their target had gotten in their way. Whether that was true, false, or a misinterpretation wasn't Kenji's concern. What was his concern was that they were clearly and shamelessly picking on someone who was not only smaller and likely weaker than them, but - as the easterner peered around the corner - scared to pieces.

The sight reminded Kenji of his younger sisters. Though the age gap between him and the youngest two was only three years, it was enough that he was their big brother, and until they became capable of defending themselves and fighting back, he had been the one to watch over them and their friends whenever possible, keeping them harassment-free and beating the snot out of anyone who tried anything when he wasn't looking. Helping others wasn't something he intended to do; it was ingrained into him from a young age. Someone like this little meganekko getting picked on for no valid reason was, in his mind, not far off from a kid his age trying to mess with his youngest siblings: it upset and angered him.

Hunting time.

Kenji's footsteps remained deathly quiet as he calmly rounded the corner and walked off to the side of the hall, coming behind the three preoccupied bullies. If Roxanne glanced up at any point, she might see him swallowing the last of his melon bread as he came to a silent halt behind the one boy. He had no desire to hurt the girls not out of chivalry's sake, but simply because if they were smart, they would back down once he knocked one of them out cold.

He tapped the boy's shoulder gently with his left hand, causing him to start to turn around and question, "What the hell do you wa--"

A palm-heel from Kenji's right hand greeted the boy's solar plexus, turning his irritated demand into a forced and painful sputter. As he reeled and as the girls turned around, Kenji grabbed his neck in one hand and his thigh in the other, turned, and unceremoniously threw him to the opposite wall, whereupon his companions winced and recoiled as the student hit with a metallic thud, landing on his head and falling onto his back. Though abused and winded, the boy was managing to fight back to his feet as the easterner glanced back at Roxanne, offering her a small smile as if to say "it'll be okay."

"What's your problem...?!" growled the bully in clear and obvious discomfort as he made it to a stand.

"Assholes who give people like her," Kenji jabbed his thumb back at Roxanne as he spoke, "a hard time without good cause. Comes with being a big brother. Now, take your girlfriends and get going, leave this lady alone, and that'll be the end of it."

In defiance, the hot-headed student stepped closer to Kenji, inquiring, "What's stopping me from knocking your block off instead, Jap?" It was at that point that Kenji brought two fingers up close to point at the boy's chest, then within a second, curled them back and punched from a standstill into the spot he'd targeted at full force. There was no sputtering or exhaling this time; though the easterner was not the Hulk, his martial expertise, knowledge of the human anatomy, and sheer strength advantage over the boy's comparatively lacking toughness resulted in his mock one-inch punch completely robbing him of consciousness. The boy was shunted back a foot from the impact, his legs buckled violently, and his body went limp, collapsing in a heap.

"My fist in your sternum, that's what," Kenji responded to the clocked-out harasser.