Chapter 123

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____Narration____

Yuji preferred to avoid saying that they had met before, this more out of unwillingness than anything, besides, Ohma would get her memories back eventually, so why bother wasting time on that?

He was more interested in a short sparring session than a conversation, and that's what he proposed to the older fighter. Even though he knew that he could overcome the current Ohma with relative ease, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to practice with one of the "protagonists" of his world.

Maybe this would even help him recover his memories in advance, which would be quite unlikely, but not impossible.

"What? I don't need any help." And as expected, Ohma was quick to reject the proposal, since he believed that Yuji wanted to help him prepare for Raian.

The teenager rolled his eyes as he listened to him. He had been expecting such an answer, since the Ohma in front of him displayed a pride and confidence that was quite irritating.

"I don't want to help you, I'm honestly wanting a quick match against you." Yuji simply replied, letting a small mocking smile appear on his lips. "What? Are you afraid of being outclassed by someone much younger?"

Ohma was silent, and Yuji immediately realized that he had hooked him. It was rather disappointing to see how someone like Ohma could be provoked so easily. From what he remembered, this attitude was due to his loss of memories and the death of Niko Tokita, so he hoped that after he regained his memories, he would become at least a little bit put-upon.

"Afraid? Are you kidding, kid? You still have many years before you get anywhere near me." Ohma turned to him with a smile full of confidence. "If you want to fight so badly, then I will accept your offer."

The two stared at each other with confidence exploding from their bodies. Yamashita, who was already calmer, watched this with sweat gathering on his face. He knew how strong Ohma was, and also realized that his nephew was not far behind, because of what he had heard about Mikazuchi Rei from some fighters.

So if these two were to face each other, neither of them would come out unscathed, so as tempting as it was to imagine a fight between the two, Yamashita would prefer that it not happen... Besides, he wouldn't know who to root for.

"W-Wait, you can't fight here, it will attract attention." Yamashita tried to stop them, but a quick response from Yuji made him realize that this was not something he could stop.

"Don't worry, Uncle Kazuo. This is a low-traffic place, and we still have 10 minutes until your departure. I only need five."

"Hehe, the boy is confident."

Old Yamashita, seeing both of them teasing each other, just smiled nervously.

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Yuji stared at Ohma excitedly, though it didn't show in his features. As strong as Mikazuchi really was, his fight against "The Lightning God" was rather average, even disappointing. Due to his absurd speed status, Yuji overestimated the speed fighter considerably, to the point of fearing him pre-fight. The ease with which he achieved victory turned out to be rather anticlimactic.

So having the chance to face someone like Ohma, even though he was a version of him that was not very skilled due to his loss of memories, was exciting.

Ohma, who was bouncing as he took his stance, stared at Yuji with confidence all over his face. In his eyes, the boy in front of him was nothing more than someone a little strong who, due to his victory in the first round, was full of confidence. It was someone trying to bite off more than he could swallow, and he had experience with these types of people due to his street fights.

But something about the boy was making him angry, and it wasn't just the feeling that he had met him before, but also something that was leaving him with one foot behind about moving forward.

Because of the place they were in, there was no referee to determine the start of the match, so they could move in whenever they saw fit. But something was preventing Ohma from going on the offensive, a feeling that if he tried a direct attack, Yuji would take him down in an instant.

'Why am I hesitating so much?' Ohma looked at Yuji with irritation, his jaw tightening as he adjusted small details of his posture.

The older fighter, feeling increasingly irritated due to the danger that Yuji emanated, decided to step forward with the intention of getting an action from his opponent, but he could not wait for the next move.

"!"

Ohma was barely able to dodge when Yuji swept the distance between the two and tried to punch him, the blow hitting his face grazingly. Kicking to push him away, he was taken by surprise once again when the young fighter ducked over his leg and knocked him backwards to the ground with a sweep.

Pushing his body to the side to avoid being trampled, Ohma stood up in an instant, Yuji following him and accompanying his retreat with a flurry of punches from various directions.

Ohma was shocked that someone of Yuji's age could carry such heavy and fast blows that made even he had trouble maintaining his defense. So that was what a true genius was? Ohma knew he had talent, but compared to the boy in front of him, he certainly paled.

Having his wrist suddenly grabbed in the face of the flurry of attacks, Ohma barely reacted when a kick with enough force to knock him off the ground hit his feet, the man immediately preparing to land, only for him to feel his power flow being manipulated enough that he was unable to control his balance.

Boom!

His back slammed hard into the ground, his teeth clenching in frustration as he stood up in a flash and advanced toward Yuji, determined to go on the offensive this time.

When dozens of punches were thrown in the teenager's direction, he looked at it with a strange calmness, his body slowly retreating as he deflected the trajectory or defended from most of the attacks.

Complementing what he had discovered earlier about Ohma, his lack of skill caused his blows to lack sufficient precision, and therefore not carry their full force. Furthermore, with every move, breath and attack, Yuji realized how disconnected Ohma was from his techniques. It was as if his thoughts and movements were not in sync, so he ended up not using his skills properly, and even affected his physical performance as a whole.

Seeing this was, for Yuji, frustrating to say the least. Even if the loss of memories was not Ohma's fault, it was still annoying to see someone with such power moving with so little skill. It was like watching a predator who didn't know how to hunt.

Boom!

At a precise moment, Yuji attacked with a fast and powerful punch that entered Ohma's wave of attacks and hit him hard enough to push him against the ground, the man's eyes widening in surprise when he could see the clouds in the sky.

"You rely too much on brute force."

Before an angry Ohma could get up to return to the fight, Yuji suddenly spoke up.

"The reason you failed to hit me once is that at no time did you think to use one of your techniques."

It wasn't Yuji's job to lecture or teach Ohma, but seeing him neglecting Niko style was frustrating enough to cause him to say something, since having trained the style to the point where he had a very good grasp of all the Katas, he knew how powerful his techniques were. It was no exaggeration to say that Niko style was one of the most powerful martial arts that existed in the entire world, surpassing even Koei style, and quietly equaling Kure style.

"Trust your techniques."

Ohma gritted his teeth in frustration as he listened to him, the wrestler standing up and clenching his fist tightly as he turned around. He knew that that match was over, so he just swallowed his pride and started walking toward the coliseum.

"The boy is smarter than you, he sounded exactly like me. Maybe that's why you were so angry?" Emerging as a manifestation of Ohma's own memories, Tokita Niko sneered at his student as he walked beside him.

'Shut up.'