Chapter 42
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Gathered around a dirt arena, businessmen were talking to each other in whispers. The place was filled with voices, an unusual sight for a normally lively Kengan fight
"I heard that that lunatic is offering 10% of your company's shares."
"What?! But that's easily billions of yen!"
"That's it, that woman has gone crazy for good."
"Well, that kid's performance wasn't one of the worst, so maybe he'll win."
"Don't be an idiot, Arabian Whirlwind would never lose to a catty teenager, besides, in the last fight, he took a beating for Vicar Exterminator."
"Let's just wait and see."
Silencing everyone, Hassad arrived on the scene, the Arab man looking around for a few seconds before heading towards the arena, stopping in the middle of it with a disinterested look.
"What a waste of time." He spoke, crossing his arms as he waited for his opponent to arrive.
Hassad believed that fighting a teenager would be like kicking a dead dog. This showed his lack of knowledge about Yuji's last fight, since he didn't think it necessary to see how a 15 year old boy did in his fight. He was a proud man, with complete confidence in his strength, why should he fear an already won fight like this? If anything could be taken into consideration from this fight, it was that the company he represented would become even more billionaire.
Of course, this was nothing more than the proud thoughts of an equally proud man.
Suddenly, the attention of everyone in the place turned to a crowd of businessmen, who stepped aside to make way for someone else.
"Looks like there are more people today than last time! Those bastards really want to see my victory!"
Walking among the businessmen, a Tomari spoke up, laughing as she followed behind Yuji who had a relaxed expression, a peaceful smile on his lips.
Wearing only shorts with his company name on them, Yuji was showing off his muscles for all to see. Those paying attention immediately noticed that his muscles were bigger, and he had grown at least a few centimeters since his fight against Mokichi Robinson.
The more experienced fighters watching from the shadows were shocked to realize that Yuji had increased his strength so much in such a short time.
"This boy... How did he get so strong?" A man almost six feet tall with dense muscles, perfect for a wrestler, spoke with interest in the shadows.
Hassad seeing the boy approaching, narrowed his eyes, sensing the danger emanating from the teenager.
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When the boy stood in front of me without taking the peaceful expression off his face, I couldn't help but stare at him angrily. This boy was mocking me?! Taking me lightly?!
As much as the sense of danger he radiated was putting me on the back foot, there was no way a child could be strong enough to stand up to me! I would teach this kid a lesson, since apparently his parents had not taught him to respect his elders, and also
The strongest.
Taking a deep breath to calm my mind, I set up my posture, narrowing my eyes at the boy, who didn't even adhere to a posture as he stared at me with a cheeky grin.
'Boy...'
"Ready?!" The judge asked, but I ignored him as I focused my body strength on my legs.
"Begin!"
'I will finish you off in a single blow!'
I dashed toward the teenager in a burst of speed, pulling back my fist as I reached him in the blink of an eye.
'Tsc... He can barely react to my movements.' I thought in frustration.
With one swift movement, I attacked the boy directly in his stomach, only for me to notice something that caused cold sweat to build up on the back of my neck.
Following my movements with his eyes easily, he parried my fist so smoothly that I couldn't even process what had just happened. This boy had grabbed my fist like it was nothing?! What was going on?
"How-"
Before I could ask how he had done it, I was met with a fist, the punch hitting me in the jaw hard enough to rattle my brain in my skull, my eyes fluttering as I felt as if my head was spinning.
What? What has he done to me?!
Boom!
I felt something hit me hard in the face, my body being crushed against the ground as I felt something wet gush from my nose, my vision being taken over by darkness soon after.
'I... I lost?'
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"The winner is Yuji Shinakawa from Iwami Heavy Industries!"
Silence filled the arena, the shocked eyes of all the businessmen staring at Hassad's body sprawled on the ground, his nose crushed while the bandages that hid his face were completely covered in blood.
Amidst the shocked businessmen, one man was crying uncontrollably, a happy smile on his tearful face, making his appearance strange to those who looked at him. The truth was that this man was completely broke, and seeing no other alternative, he bet his company's remaining millions on Yuji, the underdog of the fight, in a completely desperate act. Then, the moment he saw victory being won by the one he bet on, he could not hold back his tears of joy.
Yuji, who saw no point in staying in that place anymore, walked out of the arena, a Togo Tomari waiting for him with a dangerous smile on his lips.
"I enjoyed watching, kid." She spoke with a strangely proud tone.
"I said I would win." Yuji simply spoke, walking past her and making her follow him.
"Well, you lived up to what you said." With a sigh, the woman walked over beside him. "Your share of the money will be sent tomorrow. Don't go getting carried away, since it is at least a few billion yen."
Hearing this, Yuji cracked a satisfied smile, his eyes closing as he seemed to find complete peace upon hearing such news.
'What a great feeling...'
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Sitting in the car that was taking him home, Tomari was drinking beside him in celebration of his victory, his shark-like grin on his lips.
"That idiot Persia Petroleum CEO's expression was priceless!" She laughed out loud.
Yuji, who was just staring at the city streets through the car window, let out a sigh as he turned his gaze to the woman.
Eventually, he knew he would have to tell Tomari that he was traveling to train for some time, and that implied that he could no longer focus on Kengan fights to give his full attention to his training. Yuji didn't know how the woman would react to this, but he didn't expect a welcoming reaction, so taking advantage of the fact that she was in a mood, he would use this opportunity to tell her.
"Tomari." He called out to her, the woman landing her eyes on him as she continued to drink.
"I need to say something important." Coughing a little due to nervousness, Yuji faced her with a serious expression.
The woman immediately understood that the boy was serious, her brow furrowing in frustration as her moment of joy was being ruined by the boy.
"Just say it, don't make this suspenseful bullshit." She spoke in annoyance.
Yuji sighed. He didn't really fear the woman, but he had learned to appreciate her presence after spending some time getting management tips, so the thought of disappointing her left a bad taste in his mouth.
"I am resigning as a representative fighter." Letting out a sigh, he spoke at once.
"..."
Turning his eyes to the woman, he immediately saw her staring at him with an intense gaze, she slowly reaching for a bottle of wine and filling her glass, drinking her liquid while enjoying the taste, almost as if she was oblivious to the words spoken by the boy a few seconds ago.
"Tell me the reason for this decision." With an oddly calm tone for his personality, Tomari asked as he finished drinking his wine.
Scratching his head in nervousness, Yuji began to explain.
"I decided that I would go out on a training trip for a while. The fact that I was hospitalized was due to an ugly defeat I had.... It was after that that I realized that I needed to get stronger, so Mister Mokichi decided that he would take me on a trip."
It was no secret that Mokichi had taken him in as his disciple, so Tomari didn't react to the fact that Mokichi was behind this training trip, her brow furrowing as she stared at the boy for several seconds.
Yuji didn't know how to react to her gaze, a strained smile on his lips as he waited for her answer.
"So it's like this..." With a sigh, Tomari crossed her arms. "Well, I'm not going to make a show about it, it's your decision, I can't do much to change it."
"Just try to come back stronger, so I can make a lot more money."
Yuji opened his mouth in disbelief as he listened to the woman, his expression shocked as he seemed not to believe what was happening.
"You... You are being very understanding!"
A vein jumped on the woman's forehead as she listened to him.
"Kid, don't test my patience!" She shouted at him, Yuji laughing lightly as he nodded quickly.
"Okay, okay! I get it!"
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When Yuji was dropped off at his house, Tomari could be seen in the back seat of his car, a dull expression on her features as she stared outside through the window.
"That's a shame..." With a sigh, she picked up her wine and began to drink straight from the bottle.
"..."
"You seem to be in a bad mood." Suddenly, the driver spoke with a playful tone, turning to reveal the face of Hong Xiao-Hu, the former fighter representing Iwami Heavy Industries. "The boy left you a mark, didn't he?"
Dodging a bottle that flew toward his head, Hong watched Tomari cross his arms in annoyance as he turned his attention back to the window.
"Shut up and drive."
A laugh escaped the man, he turned his attention back to the road.