Duel

Sapporo, the capital of Hokkaido. The famed tourist attraction that rallied millions of those around the world for its premium crafted beer has drastically changed over the years with different technological implementations. Improvements such as high-speed ordering in restaurants, self-driving cars, and the addition of a new expansive bullet train subway were part of a newly acquired budget plan from the Japanese government.

Club Ethereal, a neon-lit spiritual paradise for men and women seeking to indulge in a variety of specialized drinks, was always fully booked with long lines waiting to enter. The club's unique interior design was eye-popping and vibrant with its combination of neon lights, reflective dance floors, and famous bartenders. Despite being one of the most successful bars in Hokkaido, surpassing all those in Sapporo, Club Ethereal was peculiar in one certain aspect.

"This doesn't seem to be the right place," Sophie noted as she scrolled through her smartphone for the bar's address. "The last time I was here, I remember it was just Hokkaido Izakaya. What happened?"

"Renovation, probably," Naoto said, scanning the area. "Weird. Doesn't seem like a lot of people tonight. I thought you said there was going to be a long line."

"I mean, yeah…" Sophie said, shrugging. "But this doesn't make any sense. Wonder what's up…"

Ryo remained silent and examined the surroundings of the front door. The soles of his shoes sensed the intensive bass-boosted dance tunes blasting indoors, rattling the pavement underneath his feet. The customer in front of him cautiously held a silver holographic business card with a female's red lips smooched near its bottom-right corner. He was a middle-aged man with an arched back, mangled hands, and wearing business attire. With two hands, the man politely presented it to the burly and fit bouncer with spiked hair. Ryo watched as the man also scanned his surroundings as if his actions were inconspicuous. The bouncer grabbed his business card and tore it in half before letting the man inside.

Now it was Ryo's turn. Sophie approached him from behind to support him in asking for the whereabouts of the person she knew in the past.

"Invitation." The bouncer's voice was clear as glass.

"Um, I was wondering if there was a Mr. Miura inside," Sophie asked, wanting to be as polite as possible to the intimidating bouncer. "Does he still work here? I know him from a long time ago."

"I said, invitation." The bouncer repeated with a condescending and passive-aggressive tone.

"Um…" Sophie shyly and embarrassingly moved away, knowing how rough and impatient bouncers could have been if the flow of the line ended up taking much longer than expected. "Mr. Miura… does he still work there?"

"Either you give me your invitations or you can get the fuck out of here." The bouncer rudely stated.

"Hey," Naoto intervened, standing up close and personal with the bouncer. "Don't talk to her like that. We don't have any invitation." He coldly stated.

The bouncer chuckled at Naoto's short stature. He leaned forward to intimidate Naoto even further. His black-colored dragon-styled neck tattoo revealed itself, making it known that he was part of a gang. His nose curled back as he sniffled once to appear menacing. "I can talk to your bitch in any way that I want," His voice dragged on. "No invitation means no entry. Now get the fuck out of here."

"Hey!" A cheerful voice of a young man startled the group of civilians standing in the line to Club Ethereal, along with the trio. He was a silver-haired delinquent with a zodiac tropical iridescent bomber jacket revealing his athleticly broad and robustly toned chest muscles. He approached the bouncer with a carefree smile that seemed too phony for Ryo based on his previous experience as a Yakuza member. "Club Ethereal sure has a lovely atmosphere, huh?"

The bouncer remained still, letting the silver-haired man speak to the trio. He opened the passageway into the club by standing aside to let him move closer to the front.

"No, of course not… because you're standing out here…" The silver-haired man grabbed the back of the bouncer's neck and rammed his face against the glass panels of Club Ethereal, shattering one of the layers. The bouncer cried in dismay as glass shards pierced through his cheeks, mouth, eyes, and forehead. Naoto held Sophie back as she hid behind him. Ryo remained still. "Only for this fucktard to turn you away at our fine establishment!"

As the bouncer continued crying over the agonizing pain, the silver-haired man pulled his head back to show the crowd. Different sized glass shards penetrated both of his eyes, rendering him blind as blood oozed out profusely. The line behind Ryo and the others reared back in paranoia at the man's behavior, dispersing away from his actions. Some remained, accepting the man's course of action as acceptable to advance the line. As the weakened group dispersed, the strong stayed. The silver-haired man tossed the bouncer aside to the street, leaving him to die. He smirked at Ryo throughout this entire process, watching his neutral expression present itself in cold passivity.

"I'd recognize that dashing face anywhere," The man said. "Ryo Nakai, am I right?"

Ryo's eyebrows slanted downward in seriousness as Naoto and Sophie remained behind him. It was rather disheartening that the man knew his identity even if he hadn't explored Sapporo before.

"I'll take your silence as a definite yes," The man said. "It's been a while since you've shown your face in Japan. I'm impressed that a warrior like you even survived the underground. I'm curious about how your story has evolved. I wonder."

"Who's asking?" Ryo asked, wondering why the past he left behind was defined as a warrior and not something pathetically classified.

"The name's Jun Eun-ji," The man introduced. "As much as I'd love to tell my life story, I'd rather indulge in a glass of our finest as I do so. What do you say, you three?"

"You're awfully persistent for someone who knows my name," Ryo said, reminding him of history's awful marks. "Got an explanation for that?"

"An explanation I'll gladly give if you'll join me," Jun said, opening the doors to Club Ethereal. "I'm absolutely honored that you and your friends could join me tonight. Certainly unexpected," Jun Eun-ji snapped his left fingers to alert another bouncer to the front entrance. A taller and burlier bouncer passed through Ryo, Naoto, and Sophie to the front as Jun ordered. "Don't be as petty as the last one." He advised before entering Ethereal with them.

Club Ethereal was two floors at first sight; four expansive bars on each side of the spherical design of the club. Disco lights reflected off the surface of the dance floor, increasing the uplifting jubilant mood. Despite this atmosphere, hardly any guests were on the first and second floors. When Ryo began to take a closer look, there were no bartenders or guards to secure the area.

"Where the hell is everyone?" Naoto asked.

"Good question…" Sophie said, turning to Jun who entered until all three of them were inside. "I don't have an answer for you, because this isn't how I remembered this place at all."

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jun rallied, standing in the center of the establishment. "As the proprietor of Club Ethereal, I'm free to make any changes I want to this beauty. If you're wondering where everyone is, I've made some very big changes to the layout of this place. Maybe you'll be excited to see what we have in store for you three."

"I don't trust this guy or this place," Naoto whispered to Ryo secretively as Jun Eun-ji turned his back to spectate the view of the bar. "What he did to that bouncer was more than a red flag."

"I apologize," Jun said as he eavesdropped on Naoto's conversation. "I see you're still very upset over my men giving you all trouble. My mistake. Sometimes my men don't realize who's at their doorstep until I tell them. Don't worry about that, I already made sure he was punished. No further harm or cause for concern will be necessary."

Ryo, Naoto, and Sophie both remained cautious of Jun's actions.

"Now then, you said you wanted an explanation from me, correct?" Jun said.

Sophie approached Jun. "No. We just want Miura. Where is he?"

"Ah, Miura-kun!" Jun exclaimed. "He moved to the United States a long time ago. It's unfortunate. His Izakaya has already gone through multiple renovations and owners. Assuming if we count his departure, I'd be fourth in line."

"Fourth in line…" Sophie shook her head in discontent. "Has it really been that long?"

"You all seem so eager about something," Jun continued. "Surely you all didn't come here just to privately speak to him."

Naoto beckoned the others to follow him out of the club. "We were here for that, and now we're leaving." He quickly declared.

"But I'm not done yet," Jun interrupted. "Maybe I have the answers to your question. If Ryo-san's here, then surely that means he has questions about the Asahikawa Yakuza and how it's been holding up, isn't that right? Maybe you're all interested in the status of where they are right now?"

Ryo approached Jun. "And how would you know that?" He asked.

"Let's just say that I've got eyes in other places around Japan," Jun explained. "The Yakuza aren't very fond of me, actually. I was born in Korea and grew as a gangster just like you in the early days. I just have a little bit of pride left in me, unlike them. Knowing the Asahikawa side, they'll relentlessly crush anyone who tries to oppose them. They've become so powerful that even that continent in the sky is struggling with their actions. You see?"

"Tell us up to date what you know about them," Sophie insisted. "We didn't come here to browse your club."

"Hmm…" Jun turned around to think about his answer. "No."

"No?" Sophie wanted to understand.

"No, never, I will not," Jun repeated. "You've clearly forgotten that I have a business to run. I don't have time for such trivial things. As much as Ryo-san's appearance is, I have to sacrifice my time for others as well. In Club Ethereal, it's all about entertaining our guests. And if there's insufficient entertainment for our guests, then I'm afraid that I'm all booked for tonight!"

"Cut the bullshit, Jun," Ryo threatened, remembering that his nanosuit was still active underneath his white hoodie. "I'm not here to waste time. I've already been through a lot."

"Oh, I know that much already!" Jun said, clapping once. "Ryo Nakai, the one warrior who survived the underground. Led by the famous Genesis corporations that stood the test of time!"

"Genesis?" Naoto interrupted. "So you know about Genesis?"

"Of course," Jun continued. "How could I not? I am truly one of the Asahikawa Yakuza's biggest fans! From their origins to their present-day rule, of course, I would relish in their efforts!"

"I need to know that information," Ryo said without hesitation. "What is Genesis doing with the Yakuza?"

"I might be able to help you," Jun resolved, stepping closer to the edge of the club. "If you'll follow me, of course…" Neon-blue lights pulsated near a downstairs region of the area, leading to a secretive bunker-style venue. Ryo took the lead following Jun as Sophie held onto Naoto's arm for safety. As they descended the obsidian-crafted stairs, the progressively loud techno music continued to blast bombastically in their ears.

The secret venue underneath Club Ethereal was one that seemingly catered to adult sexual and carnal desires. The miniature venue stands filled with bare nude women and male models frolicked and danced on their strip poles for their viewers. The venue reeked of cigarettes, alcohol, and vanilla perfume mixed into a mess of wants and nots. Red and blue velvet couches and cushioned seats filled with wealthy men playfully engaged in softcore sexual intercourse by touching and rubbing on their worker's bodies. There was a secondary gambling section to the west of the venue where men and women partook in multiple games for the sake of earning a fortune, and even a small swimming area where a gazebo, jacuzzi, and hot springs were present.

Despite the venue hosting multiple strip club areas, Club Ethereal's difference was that a majority of the men were allowed to touch the women. Naoto and Sophie were sickened by the number of men and women on display having public intercourse with each other. Screaming, shouting, and moaning were present through the underground venue, and it prompted Sophie to want to turn back.

"I'm going to be sick," Sophie held in her breath after her nostrils inhaled the pungent waft of the cigarette and alcohol combination. "Please, let's just get out of here…"

"Here it is, center stage," Jun Eun-ji introduced. "We currently have a multitude of different events going on in the center. Now, this ranges from live music to pole dancing to karaoke, and even my favorite of all time, ring fighting."

Club Ethereal was nothing but a defilement to the sanctity and honor that Hokkaido Izakaya brought for all adults to enjoy peacefully. Only Ryo was unaffected by the area, as his Yakuza history had filled with multitudes of these situations. His preparedness was measured by his neutral emotion throughout the establishment. For Sophie, this was dishonorable.

"Hokkaido Izakaya and its other names have never truly captured the essence of what the children of man want in an adult entertainment venue," Jun continued explaining. "That is why when I stepped in, I sought to establish a combination of all of the perfections of nightlife; casinos, nightclubs, strip clubs, gaming and gambling, and drinks all around for everyone! I merely granted them their deepest desires! That is why everyone loves me! Isn't that right, everyone!?"

The cheers of Ethereal's fanatics raised the area in a rowdy unison-like call. Men and women cheered and yelled for Jun Eun-ji's name to honor his presence as the proprietor of the ultimate entertainment.

"So you see? Don't you see how Japan has assimilated to the era of technology?" Jun explained. "None of this would have been possible without if it weren't for Aries. If it weren't for Genesis and its noble cause!" He rose both of his arms up in unnatural prayer before realizing Ryo and the others were still under his hospitality. "But no. I digress. I did tell you earlier that I would be able to help you all, but I was in the middle of planning our venue's entertainment for tonight. Your unexpected arrival… let's just say that it's going to be part of a nice deal."

A pompous chubby man tossed a lit cigarette at Sophie in an attempt to earn her trust. Yet it was nothing but a complete failure.

"And that's exactly the deal we're going to make," Jun said, looking at Ryo. "In exchange for my knowledge about Genesis and the Yakuza, I want all three of you to entertain us in the best way you can. Now, this could go both ways… the girl could definitely use some more work on being more pampered and all that, and Ryo-san could attract all of the men here, but-"

"Ring fighting," Naoto interrupted Jun, wanting to protect his sister. He blocked everyone's view of Sophie by standing beside her. "I'll fight you."

Jun grinned. "Now that's what we're talking about," He said. "I never asked for your name yet."

"Naoto."

"Yes… Naoto," Jun rubbed his hands together in solitude. "How about a wager, hmm? We fight one on one, mano to mano. If you win, then I will tell you everything I know about Genesis and the Yakuza. But if I win…" Jun slicked his silver hair back, winking at Sophie disgustingly. "Then your girl is mine for the night. No objections."

"No," Sophie rejected. "No, this is ridiculous. I'm not going to stand for this."

"I'll do it," Naoto said, clenching his fists without regret.

"Naoto!" Sophie shouted, grabbing Ryo's arm. "Ryo, stop him!"

"Listen to me, Sophie!" Naoto interrupted. "You have to understand my point of view. I'm in the same situation as Sumire's in right now… feeling helpless and useless. I haven't done anything to protect you yet, Sophie. I want to earn my trust as a brother and protect you just as I have always wanted to. So give me this opportunity to prove myself, because I'm ready. I won't lose to Jun Eun-ji," He explained. "Ryo, you better be watching too."

Jun clapped. "Wow, what a heroic man!" He exclaimed. With one swift movement, Jun removed his iridescent bomber jacket to reveal his full muscular upper body. Utilizing a pointer-clicker in his pocket, Jun activated a floating technological mechanism that brought a portable fighting ring towards the center of the venue. As it descended and unfolded into a proper ring, the Japanese men and women seated throughout the establishment cheered in response to the new entertainment. What made matters even more chaotic was that the proprietor was the main source this time. "I don't think I've met anyone like you before, Naoto-kun. Brave and straight to the point. I like it."

Ryo stepped beside Naoto as he attempted to enter the fighting ring. He knew Naoto's experience in hand-to-hand combat was limited, considering how his germaphobia affected his ability to touch others. Naoto was also an evidence gatherer and analyzer; his combat knowledge was severely lacking. "Naoto," Ryo called. "Think about what you're doing. You're not built for this kind of act. Stop before you regret this."

"The only thing I'll regret is not breaking Jun's face in for embarrassing my sister already," Naoto said, moving past Ryo towards the fighting ring. "The only thing I regret is not doing anything to help them earlier. I'm too weak. I need to change that."

"No…" Sophie's eyebrows drooped down in pure depression. He clasped her hands together begging for her brother to stop. "That's not your role. You're not weak! You don't need to prove yourself!" She explained.

"That's enough out of both of you," Jun interjected as the crowd continued cheering. "If you two wish to argue, then you're automatically disrespecting the honor of our lovely contestant Naoto-kun! His decisions are his, just like yours are yours. Some make mistakes… some make sacrifices… and some people just can't let go," For his final statement, Jun looked at Ryo, reminding him of a certain someone who could never let go of him in the past. "We've already decided! It's too late to fall back now!"

"Please… please don't do this…" Sophie begged. "I don't want-"

"Stand behind me, Sophie," Ryo ordered, standing close to the fighting ring to observe the two in combat. "You don't need to watch this."

Naoto approached Jun Eun-ji in the center of the fighting ring, pacing around in circles as they waited for the battle to begin. One particular female hire for Club Ethereal spoke in a neon-flashing microphone detailing the battle's rules; the battle shall end when the other concedes or has fallen completely unconscious. Ryo and Sophie remained by the sidelines, hoping that Naoto could at least regain his honor. What Ryo envisioned that Naoto was doing was punishing himself for failing to support Sophie and Sumire in their time of need. Such a belief was narcissistic and tragic, even for his standards.

Naoto removed his suit and placed it beside him. He rolled up his dress shirt sleeves up to prepare for battle. Jun Eun-ji admired Naoto's preparation, lightly chuckling at him as a reaction.

"Even though you are brave, you are no warrior like Ryo-san," Jun explained, pacing around the arena. "Having resolve inside you takes years, perhaps even decades to grow. And I sense none in you. But this is a stake you must bear a cross in. This is reality striking you in the head! This is our fight!"

Naoto roared in despite, rearing his fist back as he dashed towards Jun. "Jun Eun-ji!" He shouted, slamming his fist against Jun's cheek. Jun fell backward but remained his composure, standing firm and tall to Naoto's blow. After stepping in for another blow, Naoto landed one more punch against Jun's forehead to push him back once more.

"Get him off the stage! Screw you!" One of the male VIPs yelled at Naoto in negativity.

"How dare you touch Jun!?" A pole dancer cried in retaliation.

Jun chuckled and smirked at Naoto's attacks. Small amounts of blood leaked from the sides of Jun's mouth. He wiped it away with his thumb and regained control of the battle. "Oh, don't mind the crowd. They're used to me winning most of the time. I like to give them that shock factor of someone landing a finger on me. It's something they never expect," He explained, wanting to strike fear into Naoto's mentality. He approached him without his fists raised. "I can sense your anger. You didn't like it when I talked about your girl like that, did you?"

Naoto grunted, keeping his guard up.

"No, of course not," Jun said, chuckling. "Question for you. Have you ever heard of the Ancient Babu Eyes?"

"No. I haven't." Naoto said.

"Famous Korean gang," Jun explained. "Our people realized that once Aries came into the mix, we needed to make some changes much like the Japanese Yakuza. Your gangs rule with an iron fist. We were more lenient and wanted nothing more than peace amongst the aliens," Jun looked at the ceiling, pondering about his true goals. "But they'll soon find their alliances with us to be nothing but ruin. It's called deception. Once we gain their trust, crushing them is no problem."

"What are you-" Naoto was not sure what Jun was intending to say.

"Hmm?" Jun sarcastically laughed. "Now that you're familiar with my intentions, doesn't it sound perfect? What kind of person are you, Naoto-san? Don't you have a personal preference to how this world works? Do you know what you want to do for this world, or what mark you want to leave?"

"Why are you telling me this?" Naoto asked.

"Heh. You just seem like the kind of person who's searching for that answer. Leaving a mark on this world, giving everything to achieve one particular goal… is a dream. When you dream big, you think bigger. When you think bigger, you fight your hardest. There are people willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their biggest dreams. Are you willing to do the same?"

"My dreams…" Naoto whispered, thinking about his sister and Sunlight. Jun had read his mind; he did prioritize the safety of their futures. But with him falling behind and him failing to take the initiative for his allies, Naoto couldn't help but realize that Jun was right. He dreamt, but he never acted.

"I'm still leaving my mark in this world," Jun said, approaching Naoto with his left fist clenched. "If you want to do the same, then open your eyes. Don't get carried away!" He yelled, jabbing Naoto in the gut.

"No!" Sophie yelled, watching Naoto cough up saliva from his exposed blow.

Naoto hadn't felt so much physical pain before; Jun caught him off guard as his words corroded his mind. Jun chuckled and pushed Naoto's cheek with his palm towards the edge of the fighting ring. He reared up his knee towards Naoto's gut once again, dealing a huge blow to his stamina.

"Go, go, Eun-ji!" A nude fan-girl cheered at Jun's attacks.

"Kick his fucking ass!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Ryo remained still. He couldn't stand to witness Naoto slowly kill himself out of pure spite for Jun's behavior. He watched Jun pelt Naoto's face with rapid punches in succession, bruising and pummeling his cheeks with blunt force.

"What's the matter, Naoto-san?" Jun taunted as he didn't let up. "You have a dream, don't you? Surely this can't be the best you can do! What can you hope to do with this strength of yours? Unlock it and show me what you're made of!"

Naoto spat blood from his mouth and roared, wrestling with Jun's lower body with a seizing grasp. Jun laughed in amusement, slamming his elbow against the back of Naoto's spine. Naoto released his grip and Jun tossed him aside to the ground. Trails of Naoto's blood marked the floors from where he was thrown. Naoto's slumped-over body was drained of morale and stamina altogether, and Jun continued advancing at him.

Jun snatched the back of Naoto's black hair, lifting his head off of the floor. Naoto's nose and mouth bled profusely; his cheeks and lips were stained with purple bruises and gashes. "That's a shame," Jun said. "And I thought you were going to be different among the crowd. But I was wrong. I thought you could prove otherwise, but no. You're nothing but a sad excuse of your country's pride!"

Jun reared his fist back and slammed it down against Naoto's head. Ryo's hand seized Jun's fist in time, stopping the fight. Sophie remained still and watched the audience gasp in horror and confusion.

"He's had enough," Ryo insisted. "He's already proven his strength to you."

Jun scoffed. "Well, well. This is certainly special. The warrior himself stopping me. I'm honored," He wittingly stated, yanking his fist back. He ogled at Sophie with a perverted stare, licking his lips in a single rotation. "But I did have rules behind this. Naoto-san lost. Therefore, his girl is mine for today."

"We'll make another deal," Ryo interrupted. "This time it'll be an even higher stake."

"Oh?" Jun excused himself, standing up to meet Ryo's gaze. "Another wager? That sounds absolutely lovely. I think the crowd will love that. Me, fighting against one of the Asahikawa Yakuza's finest warriors as the leader of the Ancient Babu Eyes!"

The crowd cheered even further, knowing that their next show was the main event.

"What did you say to him?" Ryo asked.

Jun shrugged. "I said what any other mentor would have said to their apprentice. In life, when others step on you for their personal gain, it isn't hard to fight back. You have to be willing to make sacrifices for such power, especially in Korea where our minds think greater than others. In Japan, it's much worse."

"I don't appreciate you trying to brainwash him," Ryo condemned. "He fought you because you spoke badly of him. If you never did, he wouldn't have tried raising his fist to you."

"Oh? Is that so?" Jun laughed. "And are you one to speak for him, Ryo-san?"

Ryo placed his right hand on his chest, removing the V2 nanosuit from his possession. He tossed it towards the fighting ring's outer edges, where Sophie retrieved it in time. He wanted to give Jun a fair battle and wanted no technology to interfere with business.

"Ah. I should have suspected that someone like you would have that," Jun said. "It just goes to show you that even in your Yakuza roots, you still assimilate with the greater technology. All of that equipment is stolen. Surely you have more honor than that."

"I couldn't care less if it was stolen or not," Ryo clarified. "My allegiance with the Yakuza is over. My knowledge about their theft was just as clueless as before. I'm not one of them."

"Yet you still show your face in Japan, Ryo-san. Why is that? Are you that determined to know the answer?" Jun asked.

Ryo removed his white sweater, revealing his upper body's muscular-toned shape to everyone in the crowd. Jun grinned after realizing that the main event was about to begin. The audience remained silent in anticipation of what was to come.

"I am," Ryo affirmed. "If you have a problem with that, then you can show me directly," He looked at Naoto's weakened body and lifted him off of the floor. He kneeled beside the fighting ring and handed him to Sophie. "Take care of him, and make sure he's well."

"Be careful, Ryo," Sophie said, stroking Naoto's forehead. She left the area to retrieve medical help from above.

Ryo stood up and remained on the opposite corner in the fighting ring. Both of them were stripped from the upper body and ready for battle. Clenching his fists, Ryo began pacing the center stage with Jun following behind him.

"I should have known that you were more than just a nightclub owner, Jun Eun-ji," Ryo said. "Our wager will be the same for my end. If I win, then you have to tell me everything you know about Genesis and the Yakuza."

"Sounds like a good deal," Jun accepted. "But since we're going for higher stakes, if I win…"

Ryo waited for him to finish his sentence.

"Then I kill the both of them," Jun affirmed. "Unless you have a problem with that, Ryo-san."

His offer didn't phase Ryo's system. Ryo's fearless mentality pent-up within from his previous days prepared him for such high stakes. His treatment in the Yakuza, along with all of the chaos he had watched: torture, murders, rape, and gang fights were all simple to him. "I don't have a problem at all," Ryo clarified. "Deal. I'll give you your fight, and Naoto won't have to deal with your bullshit anymore."

Jun laughed. "Well, I'm very honored that you want this as well," He said. "It's been a while since I've been pushed to the limit. I only ask that you fight with no holds barred."

One of the nude pole dancers approached the side of the fighting ring with her brassier in hand. She made it clear that once she had dropped it on the floor, the battle would begin. The others galvanized Ryo and Jun, wanting the main event to start for their selfish entertainment.

"I ask the same of you," Ryo confirmed, raising his fists into his battle position; right leg back, left fist forward, and right fist close to his mouth. "But you better keep your promise."

Jun cracked his knuckles and readied his fighting stance. "Come on, then! For the Ancient Babu Eyes… this battle will excite me to the very end! I'll show you just how strong I am!"