Chapter 10 - Strengthening Friendship Bonds
Though Kisara wasn't paying attention to the enemy's introduction by Sayaka, she looked up at the man that stood next to her as if he was the Empire States Buiding. And though the people out there were cheering for Gozo, as soon as Sayaka mentioned the 'Wild Tiger', the crowd went up in flames with roars of excitement. With one last encouraging word, Kisara watched her friend step forwards, inside the stadium's fighting rink. "Now, the Wild Tiger of the Kengan Matches is baring his fangs at Hercules! He's achieved no less than 306 victories, and he doesn't have the most victories in history for nothing!!! One of the most likely winners of this tournament is finally in action - With a kengan record of 306 wins and 2 losses, total assets acquired at 3,277,395 trillion yen, for Furumi Pharmaceuticals, THE WILD TIGER, WAKATSUKIIII TAKEEEEEEEESHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" shit, that's most likely more than the whole national budget, Kisara found herself bursting into laughter out loud.
The two fighters were about equal heights, and stood so close to one another, fists clenched and flexing tightly, as if asserting their domination0. It was so strong, that not even the referee could get them to listen to him, so instead, he was told by the chairman to get out of there before he got hurt. Thus, the match began with a strong punch to the face by Takeshi, who managed to easily knock a few teeth off from Gozo, and make him fall backwards - Though he didn't fly away, as Gozo initiated a Cross arm lock... Didn't this man get it the first time around? Wakatsuki is superhuman, and can lift him up with his arm alone, throwing him off with ease. As Wakatsuki rushed to hit Gozo again, he was hit in the Solar plexus, yet didn't stop or even falter, and landed his punch, possibly knocking off teeth again.
Gozo found himself choosing to use his trump card, starting with a crouch like a runner at a marathon, lunging towards Takeshi, landing a knee kick to the chin, managing to bend his torso backwards a bit, yet it was nowhere close to being enough and throw his balance off, or make him falter. Instead, Takeshi punch Gozo, letting a war cry so strong that it resounded throughout the place loudly. Gozo was painfully slammed into the concrete wall, his consciousness lost, just like his match. Meanwhile, the only damage in Takeshi's body was a simple drip of blood from his nose.
"I always love watching your fights, you know that, right?" Kisara chuckled, signaling to him to get closer. "Thank you, Kisara, you're too nice." unlike the solemn and grave disposition from before the fight, he was now much more cheerful and calm. "I'm just saying the truth. Get down here, big guy, you have a bit of blood on your lip." taking her handkerchief from her pocket, she motioned to the man to get down. Because of the great height different, he just got on his knee and let the girl cup his face and wipe the blood off. "There, there, you look as good as new!" she smiled softly, matching his relaxed visage - Only to hear a small gasp from behind. The duo looked back, revealing a surprised Kaede, her hand hiding her agape mouth. "O-Oh, I'm sorry to be disturbing you -- I-I didn't know you two were -- Congratulations, you two!" the blonde stumbled over her words, making the two blush slightly at the implication. "Miss Kaede - There's been a misunderstanding --" Takeshi quickly got up, trying to explain. "I didn't even realise how it would seem, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Kaede - Though, I must admit, now that I think about it, I guess I would be really lucky if it were the truth." Kisara laughed lightly, making Takeshi a bit flustered. "O-Oh, I see, I'm sorry for coming to conclusions. Anyway, congratulations on your first round." the atmosphere got calmer and more friendly. Though Kisara wasn't aware of it, she quickly deduced the two were already in good terms. "Thank you, Miss Kaede. What are you doing here? Are you looking for Sakura?" he asked calmly. "No, I haven't seen her since we got off the ship." Sakura? Could that be her friend or relative? "Hehe... That's so her. Kisara, Sakura is Miss Kaede's sister. If you thought you were directionally challenged, well - You don't hold a candle to her." Takeshi chuckled lightly. "Yes, that's right... We were supposed to meet once at a restaurant in Shibuya... And she ended up calling me... She was in Siberia, of all things." Kaede smiled wryly, as if slightly embarrassed by her sister. "Well, I suppose I can feel better now, huh?" Kisara grinned, happy that she wasn't as bad as she thought anymore. "Still... Wakatsuki, you were amazing. You overwhelmed him completely. You defeated Murobuchi Gozo before he could even do a thing to you." Kaede complimented the man. "Not exactly, Miss Kaede. Murobuchi was frighteningly strong. Strong enough to make my hairs stand on end. But... I was even stronger... That's all there's to it." though he said that with such humility, his smile was saying otherwise. "Always so humble, Takeshi! It took less than two minutes for you to knock him out, so don't give me that." the red head nudged him. "Hey, is that Akira?" "Yes, that's him. What's he doing at the Infirmary?" Takeshi muttered to himself. "Infirmary? Is Cosmo there?" the answer was negative. "Well, I guess I'll go ahead and say hi. You two go on without me. I want to see Seki's fight... And that guy's too." with a mock military salute, Kisara skipped towards the medical ward and slipped inside just as Akira was closing the door. "Akira~♪" she hummed his name, throwing a peace sign. "Yo, heey Red, 'sup!" he raised his hand up as a lazy greeting. "All good! I saw you around after Takeshi's fight, and thought I'd come say hi. Is Cos okay?" she asked, a bit worried. "Oh, yeah, yeah, he's fine, don't worry about him. In fact, he's not here. Actually, let me introduce you to my friends!" throwing his arm around her shoulders, Akira brought her inside, where a familiar voice was yelling at another for teasing him. "Ah! You're that super cute guy who fought with Ohma! Hi, you two, lovely meeting you. I'm Hasashi Kisara, it's great seeing more of Akira's friends!" she threw another peace sign at them. "Oh, yes, I saw you with Mr. Yamashita and his fighter, but I never imagined this guy would be friends with a relative of the Hasashi CEO." the Penasonic CEO smiled friendly, teasing Akira. "Ah - Come on now, don't mention it - In fact, until yesterday, I had no idea what my parents were doing. But it's fine! One day, I'll crush them, and I'll take over the company, and prove to them that I'm not hopeless. So, please don't associate me with those guys." she chuckled awkwardly, extending her hand for them to shake. "At least my businessman intuition was right when I told you they were your parents." surfer dude laughed at her. "Not anymore!" she grinned lightly. "Anyway! Inaba, you were so cool out there! I want to know what you do to your hair, you were like this super cool onryo from movies!" the enthusiasm continued. "Hehe... Thank you, Miss Kisara, but looking like I do, I don't deserve your praise, especially from Tokita's friend. My clan has a special drug that is used to treat our hair since childhood, and we train and learn how to fight with it. It makes the assassinations easier." Ryo chuckled softly, albeit painfully - His face was swollen and he was missing a tooth. "Hey, you -- Why do you still have this picture... And as a wallpaper too?! Delete it right now! I look awful!" the CEO was behaving the same age as he was in the picture, snatching the phone from Akira's hand. "Whoa - Surfer dude, were you going through a phase or something? Ryo is the only one who was AND remained cute!" Kisara snatched Urita's phone, keeping him at arm's length by dodging around. "I was a bit of a playboy in highschool, I guess - Unwillingly though, girls just liked me!" Akira laughed carefree. "Uri, stop bothering, you won't catch her off guard, she's too fast for you." "Yeah I see that... Miss Kisara, please delete that picture!" Urita put his hands on his knees and panted... Obviously, he wasn't one for sports. "Nope~♪" she stuck her tongue out to him. "Akira, got more pics like this?" "Yeah, a whole folder! Look it up!" though Akira was grinning, Urita's eyes widened large like cherry pies and lunged at the girl, letting out a desperate war cry. "Let's see, what do we have here~♪" with one hand on Uri's face, and the other uncomfortably searching through the pictures, she suddenly gasped, horrified, and threw the phone in Urita's hands. "YOU TAKE IT!" "Yes, thank yo--... TAKE IT BACK, I DON'T NEED IT!" the man threw back the phone, only to have it tossed backwards immediately. "I DON'T WANT IT! I NEED BLEACH FOR MY EYES AND SOME MENTAL REHAB!" she cried, terrified and afraid of looking at the phone anymore. "AND YOU THINK I WANT TO SEE IT?! I WANT TO DROWN MYSELF AFTER SEEING THAT!" Urita yelled back at her. "Hey, you two, calm down, what's the matter? It's just a pic. I mean, we were in highschool, we weren't as good looking as now, but --" surfer dude, was looking confused at their reaction, only for Ryo to raise in a sitting position and use his hair to snatch the phone away, and his eyes bulged up, throwing the phone in Akira's hands. "I wish Tokita would have kept me unconscious for much longer..." Inaba grumbled, falling back down on the bed. "BYE, GUYS!" Kisara immediately sprinted away from there. The last thing she wanted was to see Nishihonji Akira's nudes, of all things. Good luck trying to explain that to all your friends now.
As soon as she got up in to take a seat, she found Gaolang and Saw Paing sitting there, so she went to join them. "Ohhh, Miss Kisara, hi! Ready to watch the next match?" the Burmese fighter offered the girl the other seat next to Gaolang, who was now flanked from both sides. "Yes! I hope you guys talk more about the matches, I'm not familiar with all fighting styles out there." she smiled sheepishly. "Don't worry, this guy is very talkative. Too talkative, in fact." the Thai God of War spoke in disdain. "That's great~♪ Anyway, I heard there's the fight for this guy who uses ballet or something? I got trapped in the preliminaries, and he was one of the fighters. Should be interesting." she spoke, only to see Gaolang shake his head. "His company forfeited. The next fight is your parents'... No, forgive me. The Hasashi company's fight." he hesitated, remembering the fight from the previous night. "... Forfeit? In a Kengan match? How is that possible?!" Kisara's eyes widened from shock, her gaze snapping at Gaolang. "My guess, the Toyo company has blackmailed the other's CEO, so they were forced to forfeit. It's not unheard of, considering how lax the rules are. Well, it doesn't matter to me anyway." he shrugged, completely unphased. "It's time to introduce the next fighter! The most powerful man in the history of kickboxing, the relentless fighter, the world-renowned champion, the man who has as many epithets as awards - The legendary fighter is entering the kengan matches! Standing at 196 cm tall and weighting in at 104 kg, his kengan record is of 78 wins and no losses... For Hasashi Private Medical Network, The Gashadokuro, TANJIIIIIIIIII YOOOOOIIIIIICHIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" Kisara couldn't help but grit her teeth as she got up, glaring at the man. He strutted inside the pit, flexing and smirking like a cocky bitch, thinking he's undefeatable. He never crossed punches with Wakatsuki, otherwise, he'd be a dead man. Then, the other opponent was introduced, and he came in, walking on four legs, his tongue out, looking like a maniac and breathing heavily. "That guy's not normal in the head." Saw Paing pointed out, as the other two agreed. "Still, Tanji was smart, fighting No-Gi. If he were to fight with a shirt on, he'd be an easy target for a judo practitioner like Meguro." Gaolang added, as the red head could only hum in acknowledgement. "I heard that once, at a university, the Judo team and the Wrestling team held sparring matches. The Judo team won every match that was under Gi rules... However, under the No-Gi rules, they lost every match to the wrestling team. Already, Meguro is at a disadvantage." "I see, that's very interesting." she nodded again.
Still, Meguro didn't need to grab the enemy by the shirt - Instead, he grabbed his clavicle and flipped him down on his back, mounting him - Though it was an easy enough hit to break the fall, the shock still dispersed, and the kickboxer stopped moving for a little while. Good, Kisara thought, whatever the outcome, as long as that jerk loses, it's all good. He kept getting punch after punch, and the one down was more or less able to defend - Until he got strangled.
"I thought Judo was more of a defense martial art." asked, confused at the aggressiveness displayed by the madman. "At its core, it is. At the same time, it's also renowned when it comes to ground fighting and its stability in any situation is impressive. I suppose, fighting a veteran on the ground is like challenging a shark in the middle of the ocean." Gaolang explained to the girl. He was so good at explaining, she was fascinated. "Well, this looks like it hurts. I hope that madman wins." just as she said that, however, the kickboxer stuck his finger into Meguro's eye, putting it out. "CHRIST, THEY HAVE NO LIMITS -" "There's no shame down there. If you need to retort to dirty tricks to win, you're lacking in your martial arts prowess." Gaolang shook his head in disgust. "In a death match, anything goes - I guess, some really go by that logic. But Meguro isn't letting go of Tanji's neck, that's impressive." Kisara muttered, only to see the kickboxer stick his finger into Meguro's ear, rupturing the eardrum... The semicircular canals and what not of the medial ear. Still, it seemed like the grip on his neck was only getting tighter. Not only that, but with one of those large paws of his, Meguro slammed down his hand on Tanji's face and took out both his eyes... "I am appalled." the Thai declared, looking away - If there was no honour in fighting, he didn't like it. "Wait, Gaolang... Something's wrong. A normal person would be bleeding a heavily at having their eyes plucked out - Not to mention, they'd most likely faint from the pain. None of that happened for Tanji. It's clear that Meguro is screwed in the head, but Tanji isn't. Look at those things one the ground... Those aren't real eyes, they were prosthesis!" she declared, leaning over the railing to get a better look. "Ohhh, Miss Kisara is right! Awesome! But wait, does that mean that Tanji was always blind?" Saw Paing asked as he started hogging the railing, leaving no space for the Thai to watch the game. "Yes." Kisara spoke, before her eyes widened in realisation. "No!" she quickly turned to Gaolang. "Actually - I think he MAY have been able to see! I read an article once that the Hasashi whatever was testing an eye prosthesis so that even the blind can see. Something about creating a human eye and attaching the nerves and blood vessels with microsurgery. It's supposed to take a while to recover and be able to see, and even more to get used to the new vision, but it's supposed to be perfect vision. It's a scientific medical miracle, and if this worked... Then Tanji is the ever living proof of that." she explained, seeing as the two men were watching in shock at her words. "So that's how far the medical field has gone." Gaolang grumbled to himself. In that instant, Meguro let out an agony, blood curling shriek and jumped away from the kickboxer. His testies were squashed to hell by him. She's only seen such awful tactics in fighting anime, but all things considered, his life was on the line. Anything goes. And even after that, Meguro was standing.
Not for long though, for Tanji was somehow able to change the flow of the fight and deliver hit after hit. Judging by how easy it was for him to predict and hit his target, it was obvious that he wasn't always able to see so well, so the vision-prosthesis was an experimental success. "It seems that, despite getting a vision, Tanji was previously blind - Or blinded, and was able to get familiar to living without his sight, thus, getting his other senses more refined." Kisara spoke, amazed by the capacities a blind man can achieve. "I don't want to imagine life without my sight..." Saw Paing muttered, almost as if afraid at the thought of being blind.
Tanji started rushing Meguro, delivering more and more and more hits to his body, but the madman was still standing up, with a look of complete euphoria on his face. Blow to the side, to the skull, to the top of the head, to the temples, even crushing the windpipe, and in the end, the kickboxer grabbed Meguro's head and rotated it at such an angle that even the audience could hear the vertebra snapping - The finishing blow was another pair of fingers shoved down, inside Meguro's already pulled out eye, reaching all the way to his brain. Even he couldn't resist that, and thus Meguro Masaki fell down on the ground, with his tongue out and a huge grin on his face. Awful.
"Well, it seems that he won. Glad I won't have to fight against such disgrace." Gaolang huffed at the glorious pose that he pulled. "... No, but Seki will." Kisara groaned, falling back down on the chair. "Seki...?" Gaolang didn't get it at first. "Sekibayashi Jun! He's the best pro-wrestler out there! In fact, his match was the first one I ever saw, almost 4 years ago, and that's how I got fascinated by kengan matches and fighting in general. You see - Seki's not only a fighter, but an entertainer too, so whenever he's fighting it's always a super fun show to watch! Hey, Saw Paing, your match is right after this one, I'll come down with you, I want to congratulate Seki on his win." she grinned, completely confident in his victory. "Oh, hell yes! I want to see an awesome fight! I'm all pumped up now! GAOLANG, LET'S HAVE A WARM UP FIGHT!" Yoroizuka cried out loudly. "No. Now sit down, you're bothering the crowd." Gaolang reprimanded him immediately. "Oh. You're right. Okay then." the Burmese nodded in understanding and sat down obediently. "You really know how to tame him." Kisara chuckled softly, shaking her head at their antics.
Soon, the next fight was announced, and the first contender was some delinquent sumo brawler with a 7 to 0 kengan record, and he was wearing a yokozuna belt, though he was an exile, mocking his heritage. "And now, introducing his opponent - It's Pro Wrestling vs Sumo! The time has finally come for these two often-compared sports to settle things once and for all - Representing the Pro Wrestling Industry, is the Angel of Death sent straight from Hell, and he's chosen to enter the arena second, as if going first was beneath him! Standing 196 cm tall, weighing in at 141 kg, with a kengan record of 57 wins and 1 loss, total assets required at 555,111,250 billion yen, for Gandai, HELL'S ANGEL, SEKIBAYASHIIIIIIIIIIIII JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!" though, as soon as he stepped inside the rink, everyone marveled at his appearance. "That's a taboo backwards gingko-leaf topknot! He's mocking Takeru!" Kisara was holding down on the railing, cheering loudly for Sekibayashi.
Before the match even began, Takeru grabbed Seki by the top of his head and slammed him hard onto the ground. "Fighters shouldn't disobey the basic rules of a match. That's blatant disrespect to the art of fighting." Gaolang was getting irked at this childishness. "It's alright, he'll learn his lesson. Seki will be sure to teach him. Give him a proper discipline." Kisara smirked deviously, watching as Seki quickly got up as soon as Kiozan turned his back to him, and slammed him hard with a German Suplex. "Pro-Wrestler are fantastic actors and can take punishment like no other fighter!" though Seki accepted punch after punch, going to get the acclaiming of the audience, he'd still land enough hits on the Sumo wrestler too. He was sturdy, alright, and it wasn't easy to budge him, considering the legs are the most trained parts of a sumo fighter's body, and they are proficient in their balance.
Kiozan had Jun pressed flat to the wall, and allowed the wrestler to bend and grab him from below, around his abdomen, but he couldn't budge the sumo fighter - Instead, he got hit by a teppo slap and hit his head so hard on the wall, that the concrete shattered. He received more and more hits, only to retaliate with a backhand chop that Kisara knew was usually able to make most fighters faint... But that wasn't the case for Takeru as well. Still, despite all the punches thrown around, Kiozan still didn't get it... Seki was a Pro Wrestler, so he used the wall to jump and fall down on the enemy, making him a pancake - But that, too, was short lived, and the two were now facing each other again, yet neither giving even an inch.
Now came Seki's turn to deliver blow after blow after blow, and he wasn't stopping his backhand chops until Takeru hit him with a slap to the face. But of course, Hell's Angel was unstoppable. "Why isn't he blocking any of the fights?" Saw Paing asked. "That's all for the show - Wrestlers are expected to receive any hit they get, and that's why, Sekibayashi's endurance is through the roof. He can withstand even a missile! I'm kidding, but also not. Look, he's not backing down, and no matter how many hits he gets, Seki's still fired up. More, it's playing on Kiozan's morale - He seems easily angered, and that's going to make him lose his focus. What he's doing now, though it's a defensive move, he's not guarding. He's just standing there and taking it all. There was a story once, about 'The Standing Man', and Seki is using that stance right now. The story goes as follow - A lone traveler was offered shelter by a noble family in feudal Japan. On the same night, a group of assassins is sent to kill every member of the family in a bloody coup; the traveler attempts to flee carrying a large bell on his back, but is cornered by the bandits. They attack him, stabbing him, cutting him, beating and berating him, but the man is unmoved and stares at them aggressively. Many moments pass until the leader of the bandits realizes he has been long dead. Yet still, he stood there with the heavy bell on his back giving them the same threatening look, taking it as a sign the man has an incredible strength of spirit the bandits leave their bloody deeds done. The next morning the body of the man is found by the remaining servants of the deceased family still frozen in the same pose. It is then revealed that under the large bell he had been carrying he had hidden the youngest heir of the family. So, you see - Sekibayashi Jun is holding The Standing Man pose, and he's standing no matter how many hits he takes!" Kisara explained, watching with amazement at his prowess. "Sis, you sure know a lot about wrestling... BUT THAT WAS SO COOL! That guy's so manly and fights really smart!" the Burmese yelled, super hyped. "I don't like the restricted fights you see on TV. I like THESE fights. THIS is where REAL fights are highlighted!" Kisara laughed, filled with energy as she started chanting Sekibayashi's name, like the rest of the crowd.
Though Seki declared it was his turn now, he lay face first on the ground, as the sumo fighter used a kick - A kick! "Kicks in sumo? I heard about this once... That ancient sumo was allowed to use kicks too... But either that's true, or Kiozan is doing something else entirely." she looked confused and a bit concerned to her friend and the amount of brutal hits he was taking. "Yes, that's right. I heard sumo was one of the original mixed martial arts, a while ago." Gaolang nodded, confirming her suspicions, as Seki was barely keeping himself standing - Even through it all, he was still smiling. "Yo, sumo whelp - What's the point in being a sumo wrestler if you've lost your faith in sumo?" Seki asked, grabbing Takeru's wrist. "WELL?!" he roared, headbutting his nose. Seki continued to taunt and make fun of Takeru. "You've got no core. You don't love sumo, do you?" seeing how irked Kiozan was, it seemed the wrestler hit the nail on the spot. "Real sumo my ass - Turns out you're just trying to mimic MMA. I mean, gimme a fucking break! You don't have any right to deny sumo, when you haven't even made it to the top!" this lecture was enough to drive the rikishi into a mad frenzy and throw hit after hit, and headbutt Jun into oblivion - Though, saying that he got serious and will kill Seki. What a joke.
Takeru went into the lowest sumo stance possible, his fists both planted on the ground, for maximum speed - And in that moment, Kiozan vanished from the arena. No, he just propelled himself at such a speed that he was like a bullet train, ready to hit Seki, who lowered his gravity center and contracted every muscle in his body, bracing for the impact. It was the paradox of the unstoppable force hitting the immovable object, but now, only one will survive.
Though Sekibayashi was the one who fell down, he was also the one to get up - Unlike the rikishi, whose knees failed him from all the strain they endured, and was unable to continue the fight. "I see. At the moment of impact, Sekibayashi forced Kiozan's head down with his chest, delivering the impact to Kiozan's head, causing brain damage. A wrestler's defense isn't the ordinary one, but it turns an opponent's own force against him, breaking their form and redirecting the hits. The more powerful the opponent, the greater the defense." Gaolang explained for the two, though the girl was too busy grabbing Saw Paing and running down towards the arena - Though the Lethwei fighter had to stop at the preparation room, Kisara went to greet the Angel of Death, who picked her up and put her on his shoulder as soon as he saw her. Unlike all the punches he took, a light girl like her weighted nothing to him.
"HELL'S ANGEL, SEKIBAYASHI JUN, WINS AGAIN! ALL BOW DOWN TO THE GREAT SEKI, THE ANGEL OF DEATH!" Kisara dangled her legs as she applauded loudly. "Haha, the little princess is singing me sweet praises, look at her! You enjoyed that fight, didn't ya?" he laughed so boastfully, only to start coughing blood and fall to one knee. "Shit, sorry princess, hope you didn't get blood on that pretty dress of yours, it would be a shame. I guess I didn't realise the damage I took from that kid." "Hey, now, don't apologise. Well - If I knew, I'd have taken a towel. Come on, let me help you up, and don't give me any of that wrestling excuses." Kisara frowned, looking with worry at the kneeling wrestler. It was already twice now, that men was kneeling before her, though one of them was for fun, while the other was from the damage. "E-Ex-Excuse me..." a meek voice called from behind them. "Oh, you again? You caught me at a bad time." Seki spoke, grinning as he realised it was the ex-representative of Nentendo. "Don't tell anybody about this... Pros aren't supposed to break kayfabe." he chuckled painfully. "Can I change...?" Haruo started crying waterfalls. "I'm a piece of shit. I betrayed everyone's expectations, I've hit rock bottom -- Do you think that even I can change?!" "Ha, yeah, you can change! I'm sure that you can! So stop crying all the time, alright?" Seki laughed and allowed himself to get up and be half-helped walking. After almost 7 minutes of fighting, Sekibayashi was declared the uncontested winner of the match, and thus, Block B was over. "Well, isn't that adorable. Seki became a teacher, how quaint. But you know what? MY teacher is going to be fighting soon, in Block D, and when THAT happens, you two will see who's the best teacher-student duo around!" the red haired girl grinned confidently, making the wrestler chuckle and ruffle her hair. "Yeah, princess, I'm sure we will. That guy's gonna be fun to watch, even for me. He's strong, alright, but he's still in the Block of Death, against The Fang. Now that will be a fight to behold!" as he said that, with a quick calculus, she realised that Hatsumi will be fighting The Fang in the 3rd round. If he can win that, he's sure to be the winner of the tournament. Or something. "Now that you mention it... I'm not looking forward to that. No matter how much I love seeing you guys fight, I don't like seeing you hurt, y'know? My doctor self worries about you too much!" she spoke dramatically, her hand over her heart. "And that's why you leave the fighting to us, girl!" Seki laughed confidently. "I'd rather you not have to fight. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that guy taught you well, but we are still men, and men protect princesses like you." "Huh? This miss can fight?" Haruo looked at his new teacher stupefied. "Can fight, you ask? Ha! Hear him! She's as much of a fairy as I am, kid! She can beat your ass and you'll thank her!" though horribly amusing, the praises were too much to handle. "Come on, Seki, don't flatter me like that." she chuckled awkwardly. "R-Really?! So small and slender... Th-That's -- That's impossible!" really, if Kisara didn't know better, she'd have said the same. "Hey, princess, why don't ya show him? Go on, kid, lunge at her with all your might, see what happens." as instructed, Kisara and Haruo went a few meters apart, and the man ran and tried to grab the girl, only for her to grab his wrist and throw him over on the wall, breaking the concrete painfully, as the hall was echoing with Sekibayashi's laugh. "See, kiddo! Never underestimate your opponent, especially if she trained with the best Aikido master in the association!" the geek managed to get up and looked down at the girl with wonder and admiration. "I STRIVE TO BE AS GREAT AS YOU TWO SOMEDAY! PLEASE TEACH ME!" Kisara could only give an awkward side-smile, while Seki patted his back and agreed. "Whoaa, what's with this wall?! Did the earthquake cause it?!" Saw Paing came over, ready for his fight and he could only stare at the huge shattered wall. "Ah... Ahaha... Sorry about that... It's my fault. I hope I don't get charged for property damage. A-Anyway, Saw Paing, good luck! I'll be watching you from the seat next to Gaolang! See ya later, winner!" and thus, lightly punching his forehead, she ran back to Gaolang's seat. Though he didn't show it, he was eager to see his rival fighting, and also, secretly hoped to fight against him soon, in this tournament. The eternal rivalry between those two would hopefully be settled through a kengan match, once and for all.
Until then, however, many other matches stood in their way. Even so, Kisara was eager to watch them all unfold, and feel the myriad of emotions that the human heart can feel.
After all, she knew very well...
Tokita Ohma was going to win it all.
Speaking of Ohma - Where was he? Yamashita Kazuo was there, so why not him? He couldn't still be eating, a whole Block finished their fight... Was he sleeping? Well, now she was getting worried. Hopefully, Saw Paing would forgive her for skipping a few minutes from watching his fight live.
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