Below Kamina, the bus was driving through the desert plains, almost flying over a bus as the driver, a man in the late forties who was horribly overweight, did his best to try and stay near the road, away from the bandits that were pursuing them. It was a simple trail between two towns, but of course bandits had to come for them, looking for whatever they wanted to steal.
“Don’t worry people! I’ve gotten outta worse than this!” he shouted, as he frantically turned the wheel while wishing he was as confident about their chance of survival as he sounded.
The truth? Hell no. He had already pissed his pants and he was about to do it again, though he kept the urge down. No need for a second soiling right away.
The passengers consisted of a pair and their two children, an old woman and a few girls that were with the old woman. Not much to do, except drive, really…
And then he heard the explosion, the entire bus shaking. And the driver pissed his pants again. Looking at the rearview mirror he could see the motorcyclist holding up a new grenade, starting to pull the pin out… and then the motorcyclist was suddenly knocked off the motorcycle, being sent flying back and crashing into the sand, rolling along it and whipping up sand. The motorcycle, meanwhile, continued forward, before it crashed along the ground without someone steering it.
And as the car stopped as well, the driver was not about to take his luck for granted as he just kept driving, doing whatever he could to get away from the bandits.

What the driver didn’t see, as he raced away was just what had happened, was Kamina flying towards the chase scene. His cape fluttering in the wind, his sunglasses reflecting the sun in a bright lens-flare, as a serious expression spread across his face. Raising his right hand as he saw the motorcyclist pulling out another grenade, he thrust his hand forward, knocking the man off his motorcycle with a kaiho. As the man fell into the sand and the bus drove away, Kamina lowered himself, seemingly standing in the air before the car as it screeched to a halt.
His arms crossed above his chest, the serious expression remaining on his face, Kamina stared down upon the bandits as his cloak fluttered in the wind once more.
The man that had fallen from the motorcycle got up, dusting himself up, clutching his left elbow, with an obviously pained expression on his face, as the other four got out of the car… All of them were rather heavily armed with rifles and guns, all four immediately taking aim at Kamina, who just remained standing in the air.
“What do you think you’re doing?” the motorcyclist yelled at the top of his lungs as he stopped clutching his elbow and pulled out a gun that he used to take aim at Kamina with.
Kamina just stared at them for a moment, raising an eyebrow, the serious expression remaining on his lips.
“Well!? What do you have to say for yourself, punk!?” the motorcyclist yelled as he took a shot, the bullet whizzing past Kamina’s face, only barely missing him.

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“WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!!??” he suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, as he took hold of his cloak and threw it to the side.
The five bandits just stared at Kamina… really, this was not the reaction they were expecting. Sure, he had just been flying around, but that was probably just some trick or something… but now, he started shouting at them like this? They just didn’t know what to think.
“You now face the great Kamina-sama, bandits! I will give you this one chance to walk away unharmed, then you meet the full power that I posses!” Kamina continued as he a smirk spread across his lips, while he tilted his head slightly to make the sun shine in his sunglasses once more.
The bandits just stared… The still didn’t know what to make of him.
“Well, well, well, well, well, WELL! Looks like you have made your choice! Prepare to meet the fury of Kamina-sama!”
And then, he set off, moving straight for the guy that had ridden the motorcycle, the almost manic smirk still on his lips, Kamina threw a punch… Only, while for Kamina he moved at well, a normal speed, to the bandits he moved damn fast, barely giving them time to react as they took aim at him with their weapons… just as Kamina hit the motorcyclist square in the face, sending him flying back and into the sand. Not just the flight that a normal punch would have taken him, mind you… but farther than that. After all, Kamina was hardly normal… in any sense of the word.
The motorcyclist just laid in the sand, twitching lightly with blood visible on his face, the other bandits looked at him, then turned to look at Kamina once more, as the smirk remained on Kamina’s lips.
“Do you now see just WHO you lowly maggots are facing!?” he shouted at the top of his lungs. Again.
The bandits blinked… and then all started shooting, pulling trigger and sending bullets flying straight towards Kamina.
To be honest, he had never really tried taking a shot before, after all, they were supposed to be rather deadly… so why take the chance? Setting off from the ground, whirling sand up as he did so, he sent himself flying up over the bandits, landing behind them as they turned to face him.
One of the bandits acted fast, quite literally planting a gun at Kamina’s face and pulling the trigger, only to have Kamina grab hold of the man’s arm with his right hand, pushing it up so that the bullet missed him, only passing through his hair, while he jabbed his left hand, folded into a fist, into the man’s guts. Gasping in pain, the man stumbled back as Kamina spun around, delivering a kick to the side of the man’s face with his heel, following through and pushing the man’s face down, into the ground.
“You guys are REALLY trying my patience!” Kamina shouted as the last three begun shooting at him again, causing him to move back and forth, dodging their bullets before, finally, having had enough, he pushed both hands forward, releasing a burst of energy that threw them off their feet, allowing him to jump back without being hit by the bullets.
His feet sliding through the sand, he finally came to a stop as he planted his right hand in the sand, looking down at it for a second before looking up. His sunglasses having slid down his nose slightly, he used his left hand to push them back in place as he grinned at the bandits.
“Come on, come on!” he shouted as he dashed forward, propelling himself through mid-air with the bukujutsu technique, starting to spin wildly around as the bandits threw themselves out of the way.
One of them spun around, taking a shot with his rifle, only to have it knocked out of his hands as Kamina stopped in a similar style again, but instead of adjusting his sunglasses he thrust a hand forward, releasing a kaiho that knocked the rifle out of the bandit’s hands. Yelling something about why Kamina didn’t just die some bloody death or leave or something, the bandit pulled out a gun from his side, taking aim… only for Kamina to jump at him, appearing right in front of him.
“Just no style at all!” Kamina stated as he moved forward, head butting the bandit. Groaning, the bandit backed away, holding his head, as he dropped to his knees.
The last two bandits both turned to Kamina after his last movement and started shooting, repeatedly pulling their triggers.
Kamina moved out of the way, dodging the attacks that only ended up hitting their fellow bandit who, with a rather loud scream, was filled with lead before falling dead to the ground, covering the sand in his crimson blood.

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“Hey, hey, hey! No shooting at people that are already down!” Kamina yelled as he came in, delivering a round house kick that knocked one of the bandits back, sending him flying in mid-air for a moment, before he crashed into the sand. The kick having connected with the man’s chest, he coughed loudly, having his breath knocked out of him, before Kamina positioned himself above the man, taking hold of his shirt with both hands. A scared expression in the man’s face, Kamina quickly head butted him, knocking him out.
A bullet hitting him in the shoulder, Kamina groaned lightly as he jumped to the side, moving out of the way as the last bandit decided to riddle the landscape with bullets.
Setting off from the ground, Kamina got in safety behind the bandits’ car, crouching behind it as the final bandit shot at it, seemingly intent on emptying the weapon on Kamina… or the car. Hiding behind the car, Kamina looked at the wound that the bullet had given him, briefly touching it. It could be worse, though. His hide was pretty tough and it had, pretty much, at least, taken care of protecting him. It wasn’t anything more than a scrape in the long run.
“Alright alright… Of course the last guy turns out to be a trigger happy gun nut, huh?” he muttered to himself.
The shooting stopped, and slowly, Kamina peeked out from the side of the car… only to have a bullet fly in the direction of where he just was. Quickly pulling back, he nonetheless dropped his sunglasses… and stared down at the dropped glasses with a look of shock in his eyes.
Well, he could fly over… he could just try and blast… but… he had another plan entirely.
Shifting position so that he kneeled by the car, he put his hands in under the side of the car, and, with a push on himself, lifted the car up, over his head.
“Hey, hey, hey! Shooting at me like I’m some kind of punk! Who the hell do you think I am, idiot!?” he shouted as he threw the car, the bandit scrambling to get out of the way, rolling along the ground before getting up, wiping sand out of his eyes.
As he looked up, Kamina stood before him, placing his sunglasses on and looking down at him, a wide grin spreading across his lips as he pushed the sunglasses in place.
“It… it’s not possible!” the bandit stuttered as he raised his rifle and pulled the trigger, only to have run out of bullets.
“I kick reason to the curb and go beyond the impossible! What chance do you have, punk!?” Kamina shouted before he, with a swift kick to the face, knocked the bandit out.
Looking down at him, then around at those around him that he had just taken down, Kamina shook his head as he walked over to his cloak and picked it up, before wrapping it around his body.
“Ay, ay, what a group of idiots…” he muttered as he took off from the ground, flying straight up before stopping, looking around to locate the tower. “Gotta get there soon, y’know…”
And finally, Kamina was heading for the tower once more…

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2167 words. Sauna used, Power Growth applying due to fight. 1084x1.25x1.2 = 1626 pl gained.