Tournament P.1

MC POV

"Who are you?" Jinx asked, standing before me. She appeared to be very realistic.

"I'm the one who summoned you. Didn't you receive any invitation to come here?" I paused, recalling what Mirei had told me. I had thought gacha worked differently from the waifu catalog.

"I know about the contract I made, but isn't it better to start like this?" Jinx huffed, twirling her hair.

"Haha, you're right," I awkwardly chuckled and nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Jinx. I'm Hiroto Yamashiro, the one who summoned you," I smiled.

"You probably already know, but nice to meet you too. I'm Jinx," she said.

"Well, let's grab something to eat first. Follow me." I led her to the Japanese room where I had prepared a curry with a variety of ingredients and added a secret touch of honey. It took a while for it to be ready.

"Here," I placed the plate in front of Jinx and Tatsu.

"Don't wait until it gets cold."

Leaving them both, I had a bunch of ideas on how to make Jinx follow me. I had one easy idea: manipulate like Deathstroke did with Terra. To clear my head and focus on the future, I lit a cigarette. I avoided mumbling while lost in my thoughts by smoking.

The Anti-Monitor, Nekron, Upside-Down Man, Barbatos, Perpetua, Great Darkness, and others. I had no idea how long it would take me to prepare for these opponents. Maybe I should start with something small.

With a sigh, I extinguished the cigarette.

"Let's go back first," I said, returning to both of them who were still eating. Jinx, however, seemed down. On the floor, there was some curry spilled.

"I'm sorry," Jinx murmured. Her gaze was averted slightly. She looks so adorable.

"It's alright," I replied, smiling warmly as I gently patted her head.

"But I keep bringing bad luck," she sighed, still keeping her head down, her hair drooping a bit. I wondered if her hair gel lost its effectiveness or if she was affected by some strange cartoon logic.

"Don't worry. Believe me, I feel incredibly lucky to have summoned you," I assured her. Although I wanted to embrace her, Tatsu was still around. Plus, there might be some destiny brah brah brah or cannon event going on between us. I also noticed her expressions that hinted at a slight crush on me.

"Don't worry, I'll help you gain control over this in the future." I promised.

"You can sleep in one of the rooms in this base. I'll take care of these dishes," I offered, swiftly stashing the dishes and an active copy robot in my inventory.

Following their goodbyes, I made my way to Kururu's laboratory, which I considered my room. As I opened my computer and tuned into the news, I thought, " Maybe watching some TV isn't so bad.".

On the monitor, Vickie Vale and James Gordon appeared.

"Good evening everyone. I'm Vicki Vale, and tonight we've got a special interview with Commissioner James Gordon, who's here to shed light on the demise of the Joker. Thank you so much for joining us, Commissioner Gordon," Vicki said.

"Thank you, Vicki. It's a pleasure to be here."

"Commissioner, the death of the Joker has sent shockwaves throughout Gotham City. Can you share any details about the investigation?" Vicki inquired, moving the microphone toward Gordon

"We don't know much, Vicki. It appears to be a robot, possibly controlled by someone who hates the Joker," Gordon sighed.

"But, Commissioner, there's one crucial question everyone asks. Why haven't police resorted to extrajudicial killings? Could it be because the Joker suffered from mental illness? Or is it possible that your men aren't skilled enough, and Batman is the only one who got close to him? Instead of killing him, Batman captured him, allowing the Joker to escape from Arkham Asylum and continue causing chaos." Vicki's probing questions struck a nerve, making Gordon pale.

"T— this is because of his mental illness that we want to prioritize his treatment before the law takes its course. Although realistically speaking, he would most likely face the death penalty," Gordon responded, attempting to find a suitable answer.

"But according to our research, most therapists who tried to treat him either lost their sanity or tragically ended their own lives," Vickie stated

"That could be a consequence of working with someone as challenging as him, but we still believe that he would eventually find a cure. Sadly, he's no longer with us," Gordon replied, his gaze lowered.

"This is why Gotham is still a shithole full of villains," I sigh. "This day is too long." I, with a slow and tired sigh, lie in my chair.

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Tournament day.

There's a lot of people gathering around. It looks like some foreigners are also entering this tournament.

Soon enough, a voice booms through the microphone, capturing everyone's attention. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first-ever Martial Tournament! The grand prize is 1 million yen!" The announcer says.

With a disappointed look on my face, I glance at the person on stage. I mutter, "This guy loves to shout into that mic.". Loud noises have always bothered me, except music.

Time flies by, and before I know it, the first match is underway. It begins with

The Aikido wannabe master showed the basic move of pulling the opponent forward to pin him, but the guy spun and smashed his face in.

'Maybe Muay Thai. The right choice there.' I nodded and waited for the next match.

"Next up, Richard Drakunovski and Muto Yamato, please come to the center," announced the referee.

'Why does this name feel familiar?' I thought about Richard.

'Fuck Richard Dragon is here too?' I pause and focus on the match.

Richard quickly closes the distance between himself and his opponent. Yamato tries to grab Richard, but he is already behind him and delivers a kick to his neck.

"Richard Drakunovski wins!!!" The referee shouts at his microphone again. I won't return ever.

"I need to make some adjustments," I pondered, heading towards the bathroom. Once inside, I closed the door equipped with Prometheus's helmet and inserted a disc with every martial art in the world. This knowledge and muscle memory will be with me until the end of the day which is enough.

"Next up is the fight between Hiroto Yamashiro and Benjamin Turner!" exclaimed the referee.

"Why is he always like this?" I grumbled, walking towards Ben, who I remembered as Richard's friend.

"Let's have an exciting fight," I suggested.

"Yeah, big guy," he agreed, nodding and assuming his fighting stance.

"I'm only 10 cm taller than you, though," I thought, taking a boxing Orthodox stance.

"Let the battle begin!" bellowed the referee.

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3rd POV.

Hiroto began his attack with flickering jabs, but Benjamin dodged them. Undeterred, Hiroto continued his jabs, gradually increasing his speed with each strike. Benjamin struggled to find an opening.

In his mind, Benjamin thought, "Now!" He moved aside and punched Hiroto. However, Hiroto, who noticed the attack was coming, dodged it by lowering his stance. He then charged at Benjamin and grabbed his wrist, using a twist to bring Benjamin's body down to the ground.

With Benjamin on the ground, Hiroto delivered a football kick to his stomach. Benjamin, propelled away by the kick, quickly jumped back up.

"You finally take it seriously," Hiroto said.

"Yeah, I never expected to meet someone strong other than Richard," Ben replied. A kick to Hiroto's knees was followed by a kick to his torso as he charged at him.

Hiroto lost his balance and hit the ground. However, he used his hands to support himself and retaliated with a kick.

"Capoeira too? Wow, you've got quite the arsenal." Ben said.

"Sorry, Ben but this will be the end of our show," Hiroto said. Jumping with his hands. Hiroto landed perfectly behind Ben and delivered a powerful kick behind Ben's knee.

Ben, off-balance, tried to stand up, but Hiroto used his weight to keep him pinned down and applied a chokehold. Despite Ben biting his arm in an attempt to break free, Hiroto endured the pain and increased his strength, causing Ben to pass out.

"That was really fun" Hiroto muttered, feeling his blood pumping from the intense fight. When he compared it to fighting his brother, he decided to use a gun and dodge, which was very boring.

In an unknown way, his brother is weakened due to the soul within the Soultaker sword.

"Maybe fights aren't bad after all ♪♪" he hummed softly and returned to his seat.

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Finally, this week has been exhausting for me. Tomorrow, I have an Astronomy exam. After tomorrow I have Math, Physics, and Chemistry. Next week I have a midterm exam.

This is my first martial arts fighting scene, Btw. MC style is inspired by Okubo from Kengan verse.

Sorry for the very late update and slow story progress.