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  Hercule Satan, now known as Hercule Lucifer, strode through the grimy streets of Hell's Kit with a fidehat seemed almost out of p such a dangerous neighborhood. From the day Nero summoned him to this world, he had thrown himself into his training, determio make a name for himself. The harshness of his new reality didn't faze him; if anything, it fueled his drive.

  "Anht, another challenge," he muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at the ers of his mouth.

  As he walked, Hercule couldn't help but reminisce about the old days. Ba his world, he had been a showman, a martial artist with a fir for the dramatic. Here, he was being something more. The training had pushed him to new limits, and he felt strohan ever. Yet, his brash and boastful personality remained intact, adding a certain charm to his otherwise intimidating presence.

  A group of thugs loitered on the er, eyeing him warily as he approached. Hercule's reputation was beginning to precede him, and he reveled in it.

  "Hey, boys," he called out, his voice dripping with mock friendliness. "You gonna make my night iing, or do I have to find someone else to py with?"

  One of the thugs, a particurly rge and scarred man, stepped forward. "You think you're tough, old man?"

  Hercule's ughter echoed through the alley. "Tough? Kid, you have no idea."

  The thug swung a fist, but Hercule was faster. He dodged easily, tering with a punch that sent the man sprawling. The rest of the group hesitated, unsure whether to attack or flee.

  "Anyone else?" Hercule taunted, crag his knuckles. "I've got all night."

  They decided oer, scattering like leaves in the wind. Hercule watched them go, shaking his head. "Amateurs."

  tinuing his patrol, Hercule's thoughts wao his new panions. He'd bonded with the others quickly, despite his initial reservations. They were a motley crew, each with their own strengths and quirks, but they worked well together. Nero, in particur, had earned Hercule's respect. The man was a natural leader, driven and strategic, a perfect terbao Hercule's more impulsive nature.

  As he turned another er, Hercule spotted a otion up ahead. A young woman was being harassed by a pair of thugs. Hercule's eyes narrowed, and he picked up his pace.

  "Hey! Didn't your mothers teach you any manners?" he called out, his voiing.

  The thugs turheir expressions shifting from surprise to anger. "Mind your own business, old man," one of them snarled.

  Hercule's grin was feral. "Oh, but making your business my business is just so much fun."

  With a few swift moves, he dispatched the thugs, leaving them groaning on the ground. He turo the woman, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

  "Are you alright, miss?" Hercule asked, his toler now.

  She nodded, still in shock. "Thank you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't e along."

  Hercule shrugged, her a reassuring smile. "All in a night's work. Just be careful around here, okay? It's ly the safest pce."

  As she hurried away, Hercule turo the thugs on the ground and tinued kig them. "You deserve no mercy, but I'm on my way to charity anyway," he muttered. Grabbing the pair by the back of their necks, he dragged them towards a newly established i the neighborhood.

  The iamed "St. Sakura's Mercy", stood out amidst the grim surroundings of Hell's Kit. It had an unassumierior, but those who freque khat it offered more than just basic medical care. The ic had a reputation for providing free treatment to the needy while exag steep fees from criminals.

  Hercule approached the entrance, where Sokka, the appointed guard, sat casually, carving a piece of wood. He looked up as Hercule approached, his eyebrows rising at the sight of the two battered thugs.

  "Bringing in some guests for treatment, Hercule?" Sokka asked, his tone light but with a hint of sarcasm.

  Hercule gruhrowing the thugs down at Sokka's feet. "More like donations. These two were causing trouble, thought I'd bring them to the saintess."

  Sokka chuckled, his carving knife pausing mid-motion. "You know, Sakura’s gonna have a field day with this. She loves getting her hands oroublemakers."

  Hercule smirked. "She send them the bill. They afford it."

  As if on cue, Sakura emerged from the ic, her pink hair tied bad a determined look in her green eyes. She surveyed the se, her gaze moving from Hercule to the thugs on the ground.

  "Another productive night, Hercule?" she asked, her voice calm yet edged with amusement.

  "Always, Sakura," Hercule replied, crossing his arms. "Thought you'd appreciate the pany."

  Sakura shook her head, a small smile pying on her lips. "You know I don't discriminate. Everyoreated, even the scum of the earth." She k down, her hands began to assess the thugs' injuries.

  Sokka watched, leaning ba his chair. "Charging these guys double for the trouble they cause was a good idea, no?"

  Sakura gnced up, her expression thoughtful. "Their pockets are deep enough to support this ponths. And the irony of them funding the care for the people they torment? That's a bonus."

  Hercule chuckled, his mood lightening. "Always knew you had a devious side, Sakura."

  Sakura straightened, her hands now of them. "It's not devious, Hercule. It's practical. Now, get these two inside before they bleed out all over my doorstep."

  Hercule nodded, grabbing the thugs by their colrs and hauling them to their feet. "Alright, you heard the dy. Time for your check-up."

  The thugs groaned but didn't resist, their earlier bravado pletely drained. Hercule shoved them towards the ic's entrance, where Sakura and Sokka waited.

  "Make sure they remember this ime they think about causing trouble," Hercule said, his voice low and menag.

  Sokka grinned, his carving knife fshing in the dim light. "Oh, seems like they ot afford ahetics."

  As Hercule turo leave, Sakura called after him. "Hercule, thanks for the delivery. And try not to break too many bones ime. It makes my job harder."

  He waved a hand dismissively. "No promises, Sakura. But I'll try to keep it civil. For you."

  Walking away, Hercule noticed a shadow jumping from building to building. The agility and speed of the figure caught his eye. With a grin, he called out into the night, "Hey! You looking for trouble, or just a rooftop marathon?" The shadowy figure paused, croug on the edge of a nearby building.

  Nami's voice echoed back, pyful and teasing, "Just getting my nightly cardio. What's it to you, grandpa?"

  Hercule chuckled, adjusting his stao face her better. "Grandpa? Do I look that old to you, little thief?" He crossed his arms, the streetlights casting a dramatic shadow.

  Nami leaped down gracefully, nding a few feet away from him. "Old enough to be out of breath just watg me." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

  "Bold words for someone who just joihe party," Hercule retorted, his voice filled with amusement. "What are you doing in this part of town anyway?"

  "Scouting," Nami replied, her tone shifting to a more serious note. "Heard there might be some a around here. Thought I'd see it for myself."

  Hercule raised an eyebrow. "A? You mean like the kind that leaves bruises and broken bones?"

  Nami shrugged. "Depends on who's causing the trouble. You pnning on stig around, or just passing through?"

  "Stick around? Sweetheart, this is my turf now," Hercule said, a fident smile spreading across his face. "And if there's trouble, I'm the one who'll be ending it."

  Nami rolled her eyes. "Alright, tough guy. Just try not to get in my way."

  Hercule ughed, the sound eg off the buildings. "I'll try, but no promises. Just don't slow me down."

  As they stood there, a sudden crash echoed from an alleyway nearby. Both turheir heads sharply, instincts kig in.

  "Sounds like our kind of fun," Nami said, her eyes narrowing.

  "Let's see who gets there first," Hercule challenged, already moving.

  Nami smirked, taking off after him. "You're on, old man!"

  The two raced towards the sound, their footsteps a synized rhythm on the pavement. Hercule's powerful strides matched Nami's nimble agility, each pushing to outpace the other.

  They skidded to a halt at the mouth of the alley, where a group of thugs were roughing up a lone figure. The thugs looked up, startled by the sudden arrival.

  "Well, well, what do we have here?" Hercule called out, his voice carrying an edge of menace. "Mringo with no manners? My job never gets b thanks to you."

  One of the thugs sneered, stepping forward. "Eh, pying hero, old man? Walk away if you know what's good for you."

  Nami watched from the shadows, her face obscured by her hood. Her mission was to steal, not fight with thugs. Although she teased Hercule, she knew Nero wouldn't want him jeopardizing her quest.

  Hercule stepped forward, crag his knuckles. "Mind my business? Your business just became my eai for the night." He grihe streetlights casting a menag shadow.

  The thug sneered, "Talking big with one foot in the grave?"

  "Grave?" Hercule ughed heartily. "I've got more fight ihan you'll ever have, kid."

  From her vantage point, Nami rolled her eyes. "You boys really o work on your insults," she whispered to herself, adjusting her grip on her cloak

  Hercule didn't waste any more time. He darted forward, his fist eg with the thug's jaw with a siing thud. The other thugs hesitated, gng at each other before charging in. Hercule moved with surprising agility, taking them down with a series of well-pced strikes.

  "You sure you don't want a hand?" Nami's voice carried a hint of amusement.

  "Keep doing what you do best, sweetheart," Hercule called back, dodging a poorly aimed punch. "I've got this under trol."

  Nami smirked, her eyes sing the alley for any signs of trouble. She spotted a hidden door, slightly ajar. "Iing," she murmured, slipping through it silently.

  Ihe room was dimly lit and cluttered with stolen goods. Nami's eyes gleamed as she began pig through the loot. "Jackpot," she whispered, pocketing a few valuable items.

  Outside, Hercule finished dispatg the st thug, brushing off his hands. "You boys really o find a new line of work," he said, watg them groan on the ground.

  Nami reappeared, her movements as silent as a cat's. "Finished already? And here I thought I'd have to save you."

  Hercule smirked, "You're wele to try anytime, kitty cat. Find anything good?"

  "Just a few tris," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "Think the Boss will like them."

  "He'll appreciate anything that adds to our coffers," Hercule said, his tourning serious. "Let's take them to the ic before more of them show up."

  As they made their way through the dark streets, Nami couldn't resist o jab. "You know, for an old man, you didn't do too bad back there."

  Hercule chuckled, "Stick around, kid. You might learn a thing or two about real fighting."

  "Real fighting, huh?" Nami teased. "I'll keep that in miime you're huffing and puffing after a little scuffle."

  Hercule's ughter echoed through the night, a rare sound in Hell's Kit. "Just wait until the one, little thief. I'll show you how it's really done."

  They went their separate ways then. Nami had already targeted a rich man with lots of shady business. It was time to go big. Shaking his head, Hercule tinued his walk.

  As Nami slinked into the shadows, her mind was already calg the best approach for her heist. She couldn't help but smirk, imagining the look oarget's face when he discovered his precious valuables missing. "Another day, areasure," she whispered to herself, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

  Meanwhile, Hercule's stride carried a distinct swagger as he patrolled the darkereets. "Another long night."

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