Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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"There are two people you can try to find. If they agree to fight, your problem will be solved."

"Oh?"

Yang's eyes lit up.

At this moment, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Yato picked up his shoulder bag from the seat, opened the door, and got out of the car.

"I'll treat you to the coffee you owe me next time. It's so late, Xiaojing will probably go crazy if I go home now."

"It seems Xiaojing doesn't know about your situation yet. Is it really okay not to tell her?"

Yang Nai pressed her face against the car window, feeling increasingly that the man in front of her was becoming a stranger.

"It would be bad to tell her."

Yato stretched his neck and said to Hinano.

"Also, those two people I just mentioned."

"A person named '珏拘齿' (likely a typo or incomplete sentence) was involved in a case involving a person named '艮睦贤罚' (likely a typo or incomplete sentence)."

"The other person is Wu Lei'an of the Wu clan."

"The one behind is relatively easy to find if you have the connections, but that assassination group is not easy to mess with. If you're going to pay them to do something, you'd better tone it down, otherwise if you get killed, I won't avenge you."

"You say that, but you're actually still worried about me, right? Don't worry, I'll remember your advice. I'm not the kind of stupid person who acts recklessly."

Yang joked.

"Who knows."

Yato waved and turned to step into the apartment building.

I watched his retreating figure until it disappeared.

The smile on Yang Nai's face gradually disappeared.

Even she had to admit that her true personality had a rather nasty side—unrestrainedly playing with things that interested her, and ignoring things that didn't.

She undoubtedly harbored deep affection for Yato.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as 'love'.

However, this relationship may be too heavy and somewhat distorted.

Yato couldn't stand this about her, and she realized it too, which is why the two eventually broke up peacefully.

Recalling the refined, aloof, and intelligent boy she used to outwit, and then comparing him to the reliable man who now sweats it out in the ring and remains calm under pressure, Yono felt both gratified and a little disappointed.

Chapter 7

Go upstairs and unlock the door.

Before Yato could take off his shoes and turn on the light, a gust of wind rushed towards him.

He instinctively tilted his head back to dodge, causing the attacker's angry punch to miss its mark.

"not good."

Even though he wasn't hit, Yato cursed inwardly.

really.

The attackers were utterly enraged.

They used not only fists, but also feet.

In this narrow entryway, less than two meters wide and less than three meters high.

Yato perfectly portrayed the kind of fight scenes you only see in movies.

No matter how fierce and swift the opponent's punches and kicks were, they could not cause him any harm. His steps were only three inches apart, and the coordination between his shoulders, waist, and knees made him feel like a fish in water in this dim environment.

Finally, the attackers, exhausted and panting heavily, decided to give up.

"you you……"

His breathing was disordered, and he could barely speak.

Yato acted as if nothing had happened, smoothly turning on the wall lamp, then hooking his foot behind him and closing the door.

"Oh, you're still awake?"

"……you!"

Like Heino, the older female teacher, wearing shorts and a vest, was stunned when she saw the bloodstains on Yato's body.

"Weren't you training in mixed martial arts? How did you end up like this?"

"There was a minor accident, but it's nothing, I'm not hurt."

Yato casually pushed her shoulder away, threw his bag aside, and went into the bathroom.

That's not the point!

Hiratsuka Shizuka clenched her fists.

Her pretty face, no less beautiful than Yang Nai's, turned red with anger.

"To be honest, I regret teaching you martial arts. I only wanted to encourage you to exercise, but I didn't expect you to become obsessed with it, going to martial arts training camps every few days and coming back with injuries."

"You've met my instructor, Mitsuyo Koishi; his coaching skills are top-notch in the industry. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe a true fighting expert, right?"

Yato responded calmly.

He couldn't refute Hiratsuka Shizuka's accusations.

He dared not tell the other party that he was not fighting with ordinary delinquents, but had gone to participate in a bloody and cruel unrestricted underground fight, and could only temporarily use Mr. Mitsuyo Muishi as a cover.

He learned his mixed martial arts from him, so despite starting a little later, his progress in terms of movement skills, fighting awareness, and other aspects was much faster than that of the average fighting enthusiast.

After all, Mitsuyo Koishi is a true 'super genius,' and he even trained Kosei Imai, the youngest genius fighter in history. Ultimately, his participation in underground fighting competitions is also inseparable from Mitsuyo Koishi.

If Hiratsuka Shizuma were to confront him, Koishi Mitsuyo would undoubtedly cover for him.

"No, of course I don't doubt Mr. Mitsuyo Koishi's teaching ability. What I mean is... you'll be a third-year student after the start of the semester. Even you should be thinking about graduation, right? Fighting skills and such can wait. Coming home so late every day and getting injured so often, you're putting a lot of pressure on my work."

"What if something really happens to you? How am I supposed to explain this to my uncle?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

The reason they live together now is because Yato's biological father is now her stepfather. In her mother's words, as the older sister, it is only natural for her to take care of her younger brother, especially since she is a teacher at the school and can also take care of his studies, which is a win-win situation.

Of course, Hiratsuka Shizuka had no objection to this.

Having someone who can help clean the house, cook, run errands to buy wine, and never interfere with your interests is even better than having a nanny.

But these wonderful days only lasted until the summer vacation of Yato's first year of high school.

Out of boredom, he showed off his martial arts skills, which successfully piqued Yato's interest in fighting techniques. Thinking that it wouldn't be a big deal to teach him a few moves, Hiratsuka Shizuka generously shared her martial arts experience and became his sparring partner for the entire summer.

This is how it turned out today.

Aside from going to school, Yato dedicates all his remaining time to combat training.

That insane, mad-like spirit was truly terrifying.

However, Hiratsuka Shizuka had to admit that her adopted younger brother truly possessed extraordinary talent in this area. How long had it been? She had attacked in anger, yet she couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes!

In her mind, this was something only top-tier fighters seen on television and in magazines could do.

While feeling discouraged, there was also a slight, almost imperceptible, sense of smug satisfaction.

Regardless of how worrying Yato's usual behavior may be, as a fighting enthusiast and educator, Shizuka Hiratsuka still feels quite accomplished.

"Tell me honestly, you're not thinking of going to play professionally, are you?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was somewhat conflicted.

Yato, who had just taken off his t-shirt and was about to take a shower, was taken aback by what he heard.

"Professional? No, I've never thought about playing professionally."

"That is not bad."

Hiratsuka Shizuka patted her chest, looking relieved.

If Yato were to be forced to pursue a professional fighting career, her fate would likely be just as tragic as those who fall in the ring.

In any case, someone has to take over the legacy of the older generation.

She herself is not interested.

Rather than being a career woman, she would rather find a good man to marry, be a responsible teacher outside, and be a lazy bum at home to be waited on.

Seeing her relieved expression, Yato's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned his head away without saying a word.

There was something he didn't say.

That is……

Professional fighting is nowhere near as interesting as the world of mixed martial arts!

Every punch lands hard, there aren't so many complicated rules, killing one or two people is nothing, it's a perfect enjoyment of unleashing human nature!

daily?

This is exactly the kind of daily life that Yato longs for!

……

After showering, I changed into my pajamas and went back to my room.

Yato sat on the bed and rolled up his trouser legs.

"really……"

Seeing his red and swollen ankle, Yato fell into deep thought.

"Although it can be used by pushing the limits of the human body, it does not mean that there are no burdens at all."

The principle of the "Storm Kick" is that the leg muscles rapidly contract and extend to generate kinetic energy, and then the leg is rapidly extended, breaking the speed of sound and causing air compression in front of the leg, creating a "vacuum" and emitting a sharp slashing wave.

Of course, this is the completed form of the Tempest Kick.

Judging from his current progress, he will probably only be able to unleash a long-range vacuum blade attack when he reaches level 10, which is 'fully mastered'.

"My current Tempest Kick can only rely on leg speed to create sharp air. Its maximum attack range is not much farther than that of leg attacks. Moreover, it focuses on explosive power and speed. Without an acceleration process, it cannot produce the effect of an air blade. In other words, it cannot be used in kicking techniques with smaller movements."

"It is difficult to cut long bones in the human body, but it works very well by targeting joints. It can sever a person's hand, knee, or ankle in one go."

"However, given the tolerance of my ankles and hips, six to eight uses is the limit. More than ten uses will increase the burden on my body, and ankle joint wear and tear, ligament tears, toe bone dislocation, muscle strain, blood vessel rupture, and other problems may occur."

"This is something we need to pay special attention to. Although kicking is powerful and an excellent way to win, it also greatly reduces mobility once the legs are affected, putting you in a rather awkward situation where you can't even run away from a powerful enemy."

"The focus of my training going forward is to improve my physical fitness as quickly as possible, so that I won't be unable to use my skills even if I enhance them."

While skill enhancement can improve physical fitness, it merely raises physical fitness to the minimum standard required to 'use the skill'.

Yato's thoughts raced as he recalled his previous encounters with others, identifying and recording his shortcomings to ensure he wouldn't repeat them.

"Judging from the situation, I won't be able to fight anyone for the next two or three days. It's a good time to lay low for a while. Although Dragon Ball Lizheng is a disappointment, he is still a close relative of the Dragon Ball boss. With my current strength, I'm not confident I can handle firearms."

This was one of the reasons why he didn't agree to represent the Yukinoshita family in the Kengan tournament.

Seven days was barely enough time for Yato to recover from his injuries and get back into shape.

But fighting Izumi Hatsukami, regardless of winning or losing, would not benefit him at all.

Losing is a waste of time.

If they win, the one who benefits is Yukinoshita's family, not him. At most, he'll get a hefty appearance fee.

On the other hand, there is also the pressure and malice from all sides.

Yato could already picture himself having to sign a contract with a powerful, large corporation to work for them long-term in order to protect himself.

Under the snow? They can't count on that.

After all, good fighters are hard to find these days.

Besides, it's at the same level as Chujianquan.