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The former delinquent, who has ignored the numbness, forcibly drives him to the edge of the ring with a fierce attack. He slams sweets guy’s guard, destroys the shield, and pounces on him as if he were trying to win a war.
“Die, mother f*cker!” (Daike)
The swinging with all his might aims for sweets guy’s head like it’s a watermelon in a beach—but just before he does so, sweets guy dives into his arms. Hugging him tightly, he lets out a wild yell, “Ooooooh!” he lifts the former delinquent’s body up.
Like a ball of dough, the former delinquent was slammed into the ground. The gong rang just as fighter was about to get up and fight back. The referee pointed to the spot outside the ring where fighter had fallen with his fan.
The dejected former delinquent is jeered at by those who seem to be friends, saying, “Dumbass Daike!” “You’re getting too carried away!” and where is the respect for fighters?
Anyway, it’s a win and a loss.
Third match.
Kirishima Yameo from Ichigaya versus Chatani Ami from Sugamo.
When Chatani, a female hunter from Rikugi Village, appeared on stage, a section of the audience was excited. The old people of Rikugi Village occupied that corner, and the village chief, Kaya Nozomi, was in the front row of the cheering crowd. She came.
“Sistah Ami! Do ya’ best!” (Kaya)
The same weird accent echoed through the hall. Chatani responded with a raised fist. Perhaps sensing the enthusiasm, the match became heated and passionate.
Kirishima, as a “Puppeteer,” a Higher Rank Fungal Class fighter, toys with Chatani with a variety of Fungal Skills such as [Threadball], [Piercing Needle], and [Shockball], even though they are level 35. In contrast, the [Fighter] Chatani is willing to be injured and uses [Agility] to desperately catch up with her enemy.
It is a short-lasting leg enhancement different from [Leaping], but thanks to her ostrich upbringing, her speed and sharpness far surpassed those of Akabane girl in the first round. The audience could only watch with bated breath as the two fighters engaged in a fierce battle.
Chatani’s full-body tackle, which was intended to push her enemy out of the ring, sent both fighters tangled with each other and out of the ring. The judges, including the referee, decided to give the win to Chatani. “We won ev’ryone!” The accent of the voice even in the battle cry was amusing.
In contrast to the three heated matches, the fourth match was decided rather easily.
Setagaya’s Junya Ouki versus Sugamo’s Hino Enon.
This is a one-on-one match between a handsome [Illusionist] and a handsome [Beast Warrior], a fight between good looking men, a vanguard versus a rearguard. The distance desired by both fighters was the exact opposite, with one handsome guy scattering hypha balls and spores from a distance and the other handsome guy using his huge body to push his way in.
The ground explodes and sand is scattered. It was like a special effects drama.
As if home and visitor was reversed, most of the cheering was directed at the man who was moving forward with determination, while the insult and curse was directed at the other handsome man.
It may be true that the long-distance attack style may lack the excitement at the box office, but it also seems to be simply a difference in character and virtue. As evidence of this, some women have asked for their money back! “You two-timing bastard!” and “Give me back my money you bastard!”
The handsome man, covered in scorch marks all over his body, finally catches the other handsome man, and with a full combo of fists and kicks, beats him on the ground to win the match. He was battered and bruised, but he said, “Hey, guys! Daddy did it!” and the audience applauded as he dedicated his victory to the six children in the audience. The loser, on the other hand, was escorted away by a few girls near the entrance where he was being cared for. I hope both handsome of them exploded instead.
After four matches, there are two wins and two losses. It can be said that it is a good fight for Sugamo.
After a long break, it is just before 6:00 pm.
The summer sky was still bright, but it was getting closer to night.
Even so, the excitement surrounding the venue only increased with each game. It’s no exaggeration that the fifth match was the start of the highlights of the day.
“I’m off then.” (Kure)
“Oh, I’ll get your corpse later.”
The masked Kure points to his cheek and lifted his chin as if to say, “A kiss good luck.”
I slapped him with some force. Perhaps that got him fired up, he yelled “Kikikiiii!” and heads for the ring.
Kang Yoshitsune was already standing by on the west side. He is standing there with his hand on the wooden sword at his waist and a cool expression on his face.
“–Before we begin, may I have a few words?” (Yoshitsune)
After explaining the rules and shaking hands, Kang Yoshitsune spoke. Kure stops where he is about to go.
“Yesterday, after what happened, Mr. Kajita told me about it.” (Yoshitsune)
Yesterday, Kure, Kajita, and others had discussed changing opponents, and it was finally left to Yoshitsune’s decision. He reaffirmed that it would be based on an ordinary victory or defeat in a duel, and gladly agreed to it. He seemed rather pleased with the decision.
“You have outmatched Mr. Kajita in terms of level and experience. Mr. Kajita told me that your style… let’s see…” (Yoshitsune)
“Kure-style Life or Death Technique. It’s a body art that specializes in throwing, grappling, and finishing.” (Kure)
“I heard that you did not use any punches or kicks in your body art. Why?” (Yoshitsune)
“Because… that’s my belief and style.” (Kure)
Yoshitsune tilted his head at Kure who answered as if it was only natural.
“You’re not saying you can’t use it, right?” (Yoshitsune)
“…well, yes.” (Kure)
“So, you didn’t of think of using it against Mr. Kajita?” (Yoshitsune)
“No, he was strong. What are you trying to say?” (Kure)
“No… I apologize if I offended you. I’m sorry.” (Yoshitsune)
Perhaps sensing the irritation behind the mask, Yoshitsune lowered his head slightly.
“But… I just think that fighting while keeping your power sealed is lacking respect. As a hunter, I think you should show your skills to the opponent in front of you.” (Yoshitsune)
“I’m not going to have a debate with you. All we have to think about right now is to beat the opponent in front of us and please the audience.” (Kure)
“…Are you sure you don’t want to use it against me as well?” (Yoshitsune)
“I have heard of your ability as the strongest in swordsmanship. That’s why I’m going to bring it down with my Kure-style Life or Death Technique.” (Kure)
The smile disappears from Yoshitsune’s face this time.
“I’m honored that you took the trouble to challenge me, but… it’s just a little unpleasant to be underestimated and used as grappling practice.” (Yoshitsune)
“I’ve had a lot of people make that kind of complaint. Most of the time, though, I end up in a hospital bed afterwards thinking that I did the right choice.” (Kure)
Yoshitsune pulled out his wooden sword and swung it lightly. The tip runs smoothly gracefully drawing a beautiful semicircle.
“… I understand. Whichever you choose is fine.” (Yoshitsune)
“Whichever?” (Kure)
“Should I break your knees and drag out everything you have? Will you be knocked down unceremoniously before that? At least let’s play a match without regrets.” (Yoshitsune)
“It seems you can’t imagine yourself rolling around with broken limbs. …Okay, I’ll use my skills to deny you the future you envision.” (Kure)
The referee, who was timing with the conversation to have it cut short, felt the air between them distort limply. He could not stop sweating.
After the question and answer, with the murmur of the audience in the background, the two take their positions.
A few seconds of stillness and silence. The audience forgets to even flinch as they are confronted by the murderous atmosphere emanating from the two men.
“Positions, ready… Start!!” (Referee)
The referee shouts and the gong rang.
At the same time as the sound of the gong, the two figures who kicked the ground disappeared from the audience’s eyes for a moment.
“*Bakkin*!” A cracking sound pierced Yoshitsune’s eardrums.
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