Being Overpowered in Akame ga Kill

Syura stood frozen, utterly stunned, staring blankly at Haruki. He couldn't comprehend how supposedly powerful Teigu Users had been defeated so effortlessly by Haruki's group. Only now did he finally understand why the Prime Minister had warned him so sternly not to provoke Haruki or anyone around him.

But even as the realization dawned, a surge of resentment welled up in Syura's heart—resentment toward the Prime Minister for not being clearer. If only he had explained more, maybe Syura wouldn't have foolishly provoked Haruki in the first place.

This only highlighted Syura's immaturity. Even now, instead of reflecting on his own actions, he instinctively blamed others for his misjudgment.

"Syura, you sure were cocky a moment ago. Weren't you the one who said you feared neither heaven nor earth? Hmm?"

Seeing Syura's dazed state, Haruki walked forward slowly, Lina still in his arms, and addressed him coldly.

Haruki stood around 1.8 meters tall, while Lina was quite petite—barely 1.6 meters—so as he walked, her feet almost didn't touch the ground. From a distance, it looked like he was carrying an oversized porcelain doll.

"Haruki, I admit I was in the wrong today. Let me make it up to you, alright?"

Realizing the power dynamic had completely shifted, Syura snapped out of his stupor. His arrogance crumbled as he watched Haruki approach, and he quickly tried to appease him.

Nearly all his Teigu Users were dead. Syura knew that if he didn't back down now, his end would be no different—perhaps worse. And with both arms crippled, he couldn't even use his Teigu, Dimensional Formation: Shambhala. The energy it required had already been spent earlier, and even if it hadn't, he could no longer wield it.

"Syura, maybe you don't know me very well... but the moment you dared lay a hand on those close to me, your death became inevitable."

Haruki's tone didn't waver in the slightest. Cold. Final.

In the original story, he'd already disliked Syura. And after what happened today—Syura trying to use the women around him as leverage to order an attack—there was no way Haruki would let that slide.

What's more, today's events could leave a deep trauma in Lina's heart. If Syura wasn't dealt with here and now, Haruki feared she might carry that wound forever.

No matter how he looked at it, there was no reason to let Syura live.

"Don't push your luck, Haruki! My father is the Prime Minister. If you kill me, you'll gain nothing from it. I suggest you let me go."

A dangerous glint flickered in Syura's eyes.

Seeing that Haruki had no intention of sparing him, Syura resorted to his last card—his father. A desperate attempt to threaten Haruki.

Though Syura had always seen himself as someone who could surpass the Prime Minister, even he knew now wasn't the time for pride. He understood well that the Prime Minister's position still held far more weight than his own.

"Hmph. I don't respond well to threats."

Haruki's reply was as cold as his expression.

By now, he was standing right in front of Syura.

From the look in Syura's eyes earlier, Haruki knew he was only pretending to yield—another ploy. And that only solidified his decision.

In Haruki's eyes, Syura was nothing but a rabid dog. In the original, he'd used his Teigu to teleport Esdeath and Tatsumi to a remote island—despite Esdeath being a general, vital to the Prime Minister.

Haruki might not fear such tactics personally, but he couldn't risk Syura seeking revenge on those close to him. The safest solution was the simplest: eliminate him.

Seeing that Haruki was dead set on killing him, Syura dropped the act. Watching Haruki approach with Lina in his arms, seemingly vulnerable, he smirked coldly to himself.

"Then die."

Just as Haruki stepped within range, Syura lashed out. A hidden blade sprang from the tip of his shoe, and he kicked upward in a desperate attempt to strike.

...

Though his hands were crippled, Syura had trained in martial arts for years. He still had some fight in him.

"Lord Haruki, look out!"

Before Haruki could react, Lina—cradled in his arms—instinctively twisted her body, placing herself between him and Syura.

"Hmph. A pathetic last effort... what's the point?"

Even Haruki was slightly moved by Lina's fearless act of protection.

But there was no danger.

Still holding her with his left arm, Haruki calmly reached out with his right. With just two fingers, he pinched the blade Syura had aimed at him with full force—stopping it cold.

Syura's kick froze mid-air. He couldn't move forward another inch.

Without hesitation, Haruki gripped the blade lodged on Syura's foot. At the same time, he raised his leg.

"Crack! Crack!"

With two sickening snaps, followed by Syura's howling screams, he collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony, unable to rise again.

Haruki's kick had shattered both of his legs in multiple places—completely crippling him.

But it didn't end there.

Haruki raised his right hand, and a swarm of Hell Butterflies burst forth—thousands of them—descending upon the groaning Syura.

"Aaaahhh! Haruki, you devil! Just kill me already! Ahhhh!"

Syura's voice cracked with desperation, his cries echoing with terror.

But Haruki didn't grant him a quick death.

Instead, under his precise control, the butterflies began slowly gnawing away—starting from Syura's severed limbs. Inch by inch, the agony was drawn out.

Ten agonizing minutes passed.

By the end, Syura's body was reduced to a shredded torso and a trembling head—still clinging to life, barely.