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Chapter 12 - Foxes Have Fangs And Rabies

Leaning back on the counter of the bar, a Campari Orange in her hand, she watched the beginning of the match between the doctor and the serial killer on TV. Neither of them too any stances, not considering themselves martial artists of any kind, yet the doctor that, although just barely taller than the red head, seemed to look like a pomeranian compared to Bando, he held a smug smirk on his face, and was the first to react to his enemy's attack, poking his arm in numerous places with two of his fingers.

"That looks like a Chinese style... Is he hitting the acupuncture points?" the girl asked, sipping from the straw. "Hmmm... I think I heard of this before. Considering he's a medic, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Lingshu Chin Na is called, but it's a very old martial arts style. I think I only saw it imitated in movies or something." Hatsumi nodded his head in agreement. "I don't want to imagine you having to fight with that brute. Though Hanafusa is fast, he can't match you. Not that Bando could defeat you, but it would require a bit more effort, and that would suck." Kisara chuckled lightly. "As always, you know your Senpai the best." he laughed lightly, patting her head as he took a swing of his beer. "My guess is, he'll try to strike the cervical vertebra." he continued speaking. "Ah, yes, because the C1 and C2 vertebras, Atlas and Axis, are sort of fused together, and they create the joint that connects the skull with the spine. If that's severed, so will the nerves and nerve plexuses the person gets paralysed, and it's game over." she hummed in agreement. "You two sure know a lot about this... Ah, look, you were right, Doctor Hanafusa did strike at the cervical!" Kaede's eyes widened slightly, seeing how the two predicted with such ease the future moves. "Why are his fingers all screwed up?" Kisara leaned forward in her seat, confused as all hell, only to hear the explanation from the man himself, saying he's some kind of abnormal human, though Hanafusa himself wasn't normal either, considering he felt no kind of pain, despite it being excruciating, to say the least. "You can't build muscles at the back of your neck like that, to defend the vertebra like a shield... So what was it?" the blond doctor, answered for them, noting that Bando had an abnormal range of joint motion - Which mean that he moved his vertebra in an arch so much that he pinched his fingers between the occipital bone of the skull and the cervical vertebras. To show off, Bando bent backwards... Or forwards? With all of the joints from his neck, spine and arms, freaking out all the ones watching the match. "Is this a horror movie?" Kisara shuddered, watching with disgust the way the huge man contorted like a freak. "This is as close to a horror movie as you can get." Wakatsuki agreed solemnly, though as they all watched the fight, Yohei was ready to hit the smaller opponent, only to get cut and start bleeding. The little freak was able to carve blades from his own femur bone... And the bone is probably one of the strongest things a sword can be made of. "I'm both freaked out and intrigued by this shit fest." Kisara couldn't help but let out a chuckle of surprise. "I don't wanna fight either of them, it's gonna be such a drag..." Hatsumi groaned, his hands going down his face, a downcast expression on his face. "With the way Hanafusa did this augmentation of his own body, I can only imagine he must have played around with his own hypothalamus, considering he can't feel pain at all. How he was able to do either of these things... It's beyond me. If you can't feel pain, you can't feel the warnings the body gives you, which means the only way to defeat Hanafusa is to kill him - Not that Bando minds, he's a serial killer, after all." her breath was caught in her throat and she could only sip on that cocktail and watch that damn fight. Was that even considered a fight though? It was a murderfest. If those augmentations weren't enough though, once Hanafusa hit Bando's face with his heel, and it got split.

None of the augmentations, speed, agility or reflexes could save the little doctor, for once the killer took ahold of both of his arms, and pushed down his head so hard that the back of it touched his own back, and the vertebra snapped loudly. Hanafusa fell to the ground, laying in an awkward angle, while Bando stood tall, only sliced briefly here and there. Before the doctor could hit his spine with that spear-like femur blade, he shifted it to the side, completely missing the rupture.

"Well, I'm glad it's over, this was difficult to watch. Thank you for the drink, I'm going to find the others." Kaede left the bar. "Only two more matches already, how the time flies. Well, it was really fun today, and it's only going to get better. I'm going to see Gaolang. I've seen some of his matches online and I was really drawn to his beautiful fighting style. Toodles~!" with a characteristic peace sign, the red head jumped off the tall bar stool and skipped excitedly towards the entrance towards the area. She didn't realise it until now, but she really does have a lot of friends, considering the amount of time she spent down there, compared to how long she sat in the stadium. There was something really exciting about seeing the fights from down there, though you could see the whole spectacle much better from up there, with a panoramic view and a better angle of both competitors.

As she got down, Gaolang was already there, wearing a light robe with a hoodie, just like he did in all of his matches on TV - Black and golden, elegant as always, and his fighting trunks were golden too - Golden, gold, the spiritual colour associated with God, with Buddha, with the Holy Power -The Thai God of War - He truly deserved that name. No matter what situation, he seemed unbothered, with the same passive expression, unbothered by the world around him, almost as if he is above all the petty, mundane things, and that forehead jewellery made him beyond graceful.

"Gaolang - I'd wish you good luck, but you won't need it." the man turned around and looked down at her, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards. "You really have a lot of friends, don't you?" he seemed rather amused. "And, as I said, I would like to consider you one as well." her voice was calm, as well as her smile. And Sayaka called out for the Thai God of War, Kisara's smile widened slightly. "Break his face, Gaolang." the vibrato of her tone betrayed her amusement. "I don't like overkilling." he regaled her with his comment as he turned around and stepped into the arena. Compared to him, Kaneda was a nobody, a small and skinny little kid, just like Hanafusa was around Bando. However, unlike before, Kaneda barely had anything that inspired strength or tactics, and Gaolang was a master Boxer and Muay Thai fighter.

Compared to most of these guys... An amateur mimic actor, a big oaf, some small fries who rely on weapons... For Gaolang, this was nothing more than a stupid show meant for entertainment, not a place for true warriors to fight. If someone like Kaneda could get inside the arena and fight, it spoke volumes what kind of people were participating... Or so he thought. Although right about his assumption that Kaneda was nothing less than average, there were many others that he was easily underestimating, and he will find that out sooner than expected.

Well, none of that mattered, he was there to fight and that's what he shall be doing. For His Highness and for the Glory of his Homeland, he will crush anyone who stands before him. Thus, he took his famous Hitman style stance that he used when boxing, while Kaneda had his palms forwards, as if he was trying to mimic a karate stance. Kisara wondered if Kaneda knew that he was slowly inching backwards... And she couldn't blame him. He wasn't superhuman, and he was against someone like Gaolang, he had every right to be afraid. Maybe he was stronger than Rihito or Himuro, who knew, but that would never be enough to win the competition... Perhaps he wants some recognition, or he has something to prove? Surely, he couldn't be like Ohma, ready to show that he is the strongest amongst the strongest... Because he definitely wasn't. Only he knew.

Gaolang didn't move in the slightest, awaiting Kaneda's incredibly slow moves, as she dragged his feet straight ahead, centimeter by centimeter, a line being drawn in the sand, until he managed to get in the boxer's territory. Before he could even realise what was going on, the Thai hit Kaneda with that lethal left jab, and it was an infinite times faster now, without the heavy boxer gloves that were hindering him. It was absolutely outstanding, watching his speed, as Kisara was also someone who greatly relied on agility, speed and reflexes. Though she will never be as strong as him, she at least hopes she can achieve his interceptable hits. But... Kaneda wasn't as screwed as she thought he would be after taking direct hits from Gaolang... So maybe... He managed to block them? "You nearly dislocated my wrists." he said... Then, yes, he managed to block Gaolang Wongsawat's famous hits, that's astonishing! Only with this, with being able to block at such speed, Kaneda was beyond the idiots he was hanging out with... More or less. That slanty-eyed tanuki, he has more than eight tricks up those large sleeves! To escape that with nothing more than a nosebleed? Unbelievable. Getting ready, Kaneda got in a stance and sprinted again, leaping to attack, but... He got hit every time. 1... 2... 3... 4... 13... 14... And more... Crescent scythe, Lever Throw... But Kaneda got ahold of the Thai's joint... But he got thrown away. He put his forearms arm to block those hits, and he got jab after jab after jab... Until he managed to get another grab on Gaolang, and he threw him to the ground, using the Overturning Heaven and Earth technique, holding onto his forearm and keeping the joint locked tightly. But he only thought he threw him to the ground, for the man kept his balance easily, all his weight balanced on his forearm like he was doing a very painful sideplank, while with his other fist he punched Kaneda's face.

The smaller one got attacked by the flash of jabs again, but he somehow seemed to be holding his own just as well, until he got punched in the face and gut, and he collapsed on the ground. As soon as he was wallowing on the ground, Gaolang turned around, ready to leave, but Kaneda somehow managed to get up, and he was pissed off. "Don't give me this shit... Some boxing champion you are. Is this how you treat your opponents?" slowly but surely, Kaneda, panting, managed to get up on shaky feet. "Why didn't you follow up that last blow? If you had given me one more blow, you could've clinched the victory. Did you go easy on me? Just because I'm weak?" although weak, those words were speaking to Kisara on a personal level. She also always considered herself to be a weakling and she needed to get stronger, though no matter who looked at her, they underestimated her for being a petite woman. He was just like her - Small and frail. "You know... I'm a fan of yours. I've watched your matches over and over... Even before this fight was set up. No gloves, no shoes... No rules... Surely you can do better than this, now that you've been freed from all restrictions!" the man cried out, his hands on his knees to keep himself up. "Kaneda Suekichi, I'll give your due credit. I had scorned this tournament. Encountering a true warrior like yourself here was a pleasant surprise... However, there is a great wall between you and me. I do not mean to kill you..." but Gaolang was stopped by a desperate Kaneda. "THAT'S WHAT I MEAN! YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME SERIOUSLY! I KNOW THAT I'M NOT GIFTED, BUT THIS IS ALL I HAVE, AND I'M WILLING TO LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR IT!!!" those words not only rung loudly through the arena, but they also impaled Kisara's heart like a poisoned spear. They were so painful that she thought she heard herself crying out to Hatsumi - When she got ganged up in the alley, when she let out all her frustrations and cried the whole night while shrieking her voice away up into the mountains, when she was so weak that she couldn't get up from the sickness, but her held her up and helped her strike, when she thought the whole world was against her and she was lonelier than ever, when she thought she was nothing more than a useless waste of space, someone so pathetic, that no matter how hard she worked, she couldn't get motivation, nor the results she wished for... She wasn't perfect. She wasn't a prodigy. She wasn't a big deal. But Hatsumi made her feel otherwise.

Ohma, too, whenever he'd teach her those moves, and she wouldn't fall down like a trampled flower anymore, and he showed her that proud smile of his... And he told he he was proud of her and how far she's gotten, how great she's become... Cosmo too, though he hadn't really seen her fight... He caught from the side of his eye one interaction between her and Akira, when he tried to sneak up on her when she was walking around the room and explaining whatever medical things to some colleague of hers over the phone, and as soon as he lunged to grab her, she turned around and flipped him over with such ease. It made the little boy's eyes gouge out with shock, but was also amused enough to laugh his butt off. Takeshi, too - He didn't need to see anything, he knew that if one of the only men who was able to defeat him trained her, and they were so compatible, then there was no way she couldn't succeed... And when she saw how easily she messed around with those two assassins, he knew she was capable of taking care of herself, especially in such a dire environment like the underground.

She never imagined that any fighter in the Kengan association would be feeling the way she felt, but somehow, his words made her feel empowered. "Why does everybody have to put a label on me?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE WEAK SEEKING TO BE THE STRONGEST?!" though it's obvious he can't be the absolute strongest, she truly appreciates Kaneda for being so genuine and doing everything in his power to achieve his dreams, despite knowing full well they will never become reality. "DON'T GO EASY ON HIM, GAOLANG! SHOW HIM SOME RESPECT! HE IS YOUR EQUAL!" Kisara shrieked out from the entrance of the arena. At the same time, Saw Paing too yelled out to his best friend. "LET HIM HAVE IT, GAOOOLAAAAAAAAANGGGGG!!!" his voice could be heard among the whole chattering. "You don't need to tell me, you two. I apologise. I did not want to kill you... Therefore, I only exerted power on par with my boxing matches, but I was mistaken. Kisara told me once that champions of public matches are nothing compared to real fighters... That even she could defeat some so-called Kickboxing champion... And she was right, and so are you, Kaneda. You can easily stay equal with my TV Boxing Champion persona... But fighting is fighting. Fighting you at full force is a true courtesy. Whatever excuse I may give, I showed you pity, and on the battlefield, pity is nothing but humiliation. A battle must be fought on even ground. It appears that I have been reigned by arrogance, but now, I understand. I shall show my respect for you by crushing you with my full power." Kaneda thanked Gaolang for that courtesy, and sincerely speaking, Kisara was happy beyond belief. Though the small fighter will be getting the beating of a lifetime, she could see that even if you lose, people still recognise your efforts, and you're not just a forgotten loser, but you get appreciated for trying so hard. It felt wholesome how even though nobody was really betting on his, they still hoped, at least a little bit, in their heart, that he would win... Or at least feel proud of how far he's gotten, despite his weak body and the various illnesses he has.

One single punch from Gaolang could knock him out, but he was ready to fight. Because it was pretty far away, Kisara couldn't see perfectly what was going on in that incredibly speedy fight, but she could see the way Kaneda was able to dodge and parry most of the hits Gaolang tried to hit with his perfect precision... But the end was near, and predictable. One punch to the face was all it took, and Kaneda Suekichi was on the ground, with a ten-move checkmate. That, in itself, was a remarkable feat that few world-renowned fighters could achieve. As the Thai walked out of the arena, he could see Kisara still there, a serene smile on her face, though it was more directed to the man he had defeated so honorably. "He was a formidable opponent." he recognised his worth. "Yes... I agree. I never thought I would relate to a fighter so much, but his words moved me. Someone who is weak, working so hard to get over his weaknesses, the disadvantages that he was born with... Though he looked as nothing more than average for someone talented like you... For someone like me, he was sort of an inspiration, if it makes sense." her voice was now more solemn, and her words spoke truth. "I understand now. I hate myself for allowing the veil of vanity and arrogance blind me, but I must thank all of you for showing me that I shouldn't disrespect my opponent, no matter who they are, or the level of their strength." he admitted truthfully. "We, also, thank you for honouring our request and not mocking us, despite being inferior to you, fighting-wise." nodding at each other in understanding, they walked down towards the corridor. Whilst Gaolang stopped mid-way so he could take a shower and freshen himself up, Kisara went ahead - But before long, the whole stadium began to shake as if an earthquake was trembling the whole Earth down, and distant murmurs almost resembled religious chanting. What the hell was going on? This was getting kinda creepy. Sighing, she called Takeshi on the phone, wanting to figure out his location so she could go over to him, and as she was talking, she unconsciously walked and spun around without aim.

As soon as she heard him and the Akiyama sisters were ready to watch the match from one of the arena entrances, she hung up and turned abruptly - Only to bump into something solid. With a small squeak of surprise, she lost balance and stumbled on her feet, backwards - Yet thankfully, she got caught by the wrist before she could fall down. "Ahhh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Forgive me..." she raked her fingers through her hair, daring to look up at whoever that person was, apologetically. "It's fine." the owner of this low and intimidating yet incredibly alluring and velvety voice was a man definitely taller and possibly buffer than even Takeshi himself. He had a set, stern and very scary visage, dark, endless black eyes and matching black hair, slicked back carefully. Though there were many fighters who chose different outfits for their fights, this one wore something akin to a scuba full-body costume, but somehow, it was making him even scarier, and every outline of his muscles were even more defined. "Thank you for catching me." she quickly got reminded of how afraid she was of Takeshi at first, only for him to end up being her best friend. Maybe this one was just like him? Only scary on the outside, but a golden heart on the inside. "My name is Kisara, it's lovely meeting you." she extended her hand forwards, for him to shake. And he did, albeit, rather reluctantly, even going as far as to look down at her almost skeptically. And yet, he still shook her hand politely, and disclosed his name to her. "Kano Agito." her eyes widened, and she could only gaze at him with awe - Now she could understand why everyone was going crazy over him - His presence alone made him stand out among fighters - He had a special aura around him, something that she could easily pick up after all the years spent watching Kengan matches. Still, she didn't want to look like some annoying fangirl or creep him out, so she easily got over her shock and offered him a cheerful smile. "Kano Agito - What a beautiful name! I had an inkling you were a fighter, but I didn't realise who you were. Well - Your fight is right now, so I won't keep you any longer. Thank you for your time, and good luck in your match! I'm sure it's going to be a very enjoyable fight." Kisara wished him, and though it took him a couple seconds to just stare at him, confusion swimming in his eyes, he nodded in acknowledgement and offered a courtesy "Thank you." before walking past her, towards his match.

This interaction with him only made the red head giddy - He really was nice and incredibly awkward, not different from Wakatsuki at all! What a relief! Hopefully, she will get around to befriend him, one way or another, but it wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't often when she felt no malice from a scary man, but he was definitely one of them. Skipping towards the point her friend allocated as their meeting one, and surely enough, the trio was there, watching with shock as the stadium began chanting even louder.

"This is pretty overwhelming... All of the spectators are confident that the "Fang" will win. They've seen all the warriors that've already advanced, and yet, they're still just as fanatical. It's more like a Faith... He's definitely got the homefield advantage. He's got the upper hand before the match even begins." Kaede noted, sweating from the sheer pressure. "Advantage? I wouldn't say that necessarily. Real fighters get determined win a fight when all odds are against them. Cheering won't do Agito any good, he's far beyond something as shallow as that. The crowd is fickle, it cheers on the one who has the advantage and bashes the other, and it changes with the tide of the ocean." Kisara let out a scoff of amusement - The man she just met was definitely beyond doing something as mundane as to be concerned with the public opinion. "Right, Take-... Shi? Hey, Takeshi, are you okay?" as she turned around, she noticed the grave frown of raw anger on the man's face, and his whole body was tensed up. She knew why. The Fang was Takeshi's number one enemy... The person who managed to defeat him, to humiliate him... Something only Agito and Hatsumi managed to do... "It's been eight years... I've kept you waiting long enough. Now I have a Fang that can bite you to death." Wakatsuki threatened under his breath. But the atmosphere was far too grave, and Kisara hated seeing her best friend being so anxious and tense, so bad that he could get an aneurysm in the blink of an eye. "That's right, Takeshi, you're the Wild Tiger, and you've got huge, scary fangs that can easily defeat Agito. But - You know something? I'm a Kitsune! That's right, I have a fighter title as well! And you know what? Look at my smile - I've always had my canines a bit longer than the average person. I really look like a fox. And you know what foxes have? They have fangs, and oftentimes, they have rabies too! If you want, I'll go right in front of Agito and say - Hey! You! Big guy! Let's fight! And even though he will defeat me easily and make a nice scarf out of my fur - He will get rabies, go crazy and die, from the small bit I gave him!" the girl laughed as easy-going as Hatsumi taught her. "And then, the great, the unique, the fantastic, the strong Wild Tiger, Wakatsuki Takeshi, will be reigning over the Kengan fighters, just like the Tiger is known as the Supreme King in the Chinese culture!" with her fist clenched, she extended it towards him, for him to bump with his own. "How was that? Did it help at all?" seeing as he didn't reply at all, her smile faltered and got super awkward, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly and look away in embarrassment. Though she heard a small huff of amusement and her fist was bumped. "Thanks, Kisara, it did help. But I won't let you become a scarf. If I am to lose, then I shall become a Tiger pelt carpet... But I won't lose again. I will not lose." he was determined and sure of himself. "That's what I love to hear! Hmmm... I wonder if we have paper and crayons around. I want to make you a crown, and I'll make sure to have lots of pretty colours for the gems." she chuckled reassuringly at him - For some reason, she always hated seeing her friends being even the littlest bit upset or nervous, and knowing that rationality and cheap reassuring wouldn't work in this situation, putting a smile on his face was the next best thing. People need different things at different times, you just have to know what to choose at the right time. "That's right. Takeshi is powerful enough to rival the 'Fang'. Revenge isn't out of the question." Sakura smiled, nodding in agreement. "Nope, 'fraid it ain't happening, ladies." a foreign voice called out, and the four turned to see a large figure approaching. "Might sorry, Wakatsuki, but I'm gonna be taking the 'Fang's' head." this was Naoya, one of the member of the single braincell group... And that braincell was Kaneda's alone. "Okubo Naoya... I have one warning to give you. Don't think of the 'Fang' as human. He's more of a powerful and violent disaster." that was one way to describe a foe... Now Kisara was even more intrigued to see the fight. "Oh? So, in other words, he's like a monster? This is gonna be good. Well, time to go slay that monster!" thus, Naoya went past them, and towards the entrance towards the Arena, waiting to be introduced by Sayaka. "That man silenced all of his critics with his skills alone. He's built up a record that holds its ground even against THE Gaolang... But, we'll have to see how far it gets him against the 'Fang'." with a pensive hum, Takeshi stepped forwards to get a better look of the arena, just as Okubo got inside and bathed in the loud cheers. The man known as the 'King of Combat' against the Emperor of the Kengan... It was going to be a fight worth watching.

But now that Sayaka was ready to introduce Agito, the whole place got graveyard quiet all of a sudden, and only praises of his 157 winning streak were heard. As soon as that man's name was yelled by the announcer, all the fighters turned their heads to gaze upon his greatness, as if he was the Messiah blessing humanity. Those who were seeing him for the first time could immediately recognise his overwhelming power, whilst those who already knew him, trembled before his might.

Despite all this, Naoya wasn't afraid. He even saw himself as the Strongest Human, the one human protagonist that managed to beat the final boss, Zetton, who seemed to be Agito personified. As the referee had them take their stance, Okubo chose a basic MMA style stance, and Agito took an offensive stance with lowered guard - As soon as the fight was announced to have begun, Naoya launched himself forwards, ready to punch Agito, who held his guard up - Naoya tried to tackle his opponent, but he got pulled downwards by his shoulders, then got sent backwards by a strong knee to the nose, follower by a shin kick to his thigh, that he felt as if a cleaver chopped off his entire leg. Through the shock, Naoya dodged and blocked continuous right roundhouse punch, double push, right straight jab, another kick straight to his triceps.

Though the human tried to hit him, he got grabbed with both hands by the back of his head and brought roughly down, another knee hit into his gut, followed by another and another, and then another push on his head, continued by another knee - But before that could connect, Okubo managed to land a jab right into Agito's face, grabbing his body, and 34 seconds into the match, the Strongest Human succeeded in a takedown, followed by a painful heel hold. Who knew that someone so huge would be a master grappler, with such ease that he could rival even the Grappler King Cosmo? Though, maybe this works on Agito specifically because Naoya has raw strength and can keep Agito in a hold, unlike Cosmo who would be struggling... Though, he did real well against Adam Dudley regardless, so who could know for sure?

Agito tried to get out of the hold by using his other foot to stomp down on Naoya's chest, making him lose balance, and as he attempted to get back the hold, the Fang grabbed his wrist, holding it tightly with both hands, keeping Okubo's neck into a thigh lock. Though his other foot was still free, he attempted to free himself by trying a stomp, but it was dodged, and he got pulled down into an arm-bar hold... But no, the positions were switched again for a brief second when Okubo escaped, only to get pulled into a scarf hold - And he escaped again. The two continued to tackle each other on the ground with no break between the ground grappling and the continuous locks they were holding onto each other, each of them holding dominance for less than a second, until Naoya managed to fully mount Agito, and he pummeled fist after fist down onto his forearm defense - He must have felt that something was weird, allowing himself to get hit, even if it was just his guard being hit - But before Okubo could realise what move the Emperor would put, he got sent flying by the famous Pelvic Thrust that was such a perfect saviour in any mounting.

Naoya kept his distance, watching carefully as The Fang got up, and he grinned like a... Like a villain, was probably the right word. "We've seen all your blows, throws and locks. And you will never reach me." the way he was addressing himself was a bit weird. "Why is he referring to himself in plural?" Kisara asked herself, though not even Wakatsuki knew for sure. "Well, it's over. Okubo Naoya is strong. Stronger than I ever expected. I've got a lot of credit to give him for lasting this long, but now that the Fang got serious, there's nothing he can do. Okubo Naoya has reached peak human performance... But a human can't defeat a monster. Okubo's attacks won't reach the Fang anymore." as soon as Takeshi declared that, the man in cause struck hard, hitting Agito's face and driving him backwards, before getting into a low tackling stance and launching himself forwards, aiming a roundhouse hit that got Agito in the temple, tilting his vision enough to earn Naoya a couple of precious seconds that allowed him to grab the Emperor and hit him with the famous German Suplex that was Seki's show move. Though Agito coughed blood, he was met with another face fist right in the nose, followed by more others, until finally the Fang retaliated and grabbed the human's wrist, throwing him away. "This is fascinating. I can't keep my eyes off of them." Kisara was in awe at the intensity of the fight. Even if Naoya was driven away, he returned and delivered more blows to the face, not keeping a pattern - Or at least, so he thought. He can easily synthetise various technique and fuse them together and he outright refuses to cooperate to whatever fighting style Agito wants to force him into. From a blow to a throw, from grabbing his enemy, to slamming him into the ground, from a throw to a neck hold, and despite Agito's fantastic flexibility that allowed him to do something much more astonishing than a split in the air to hit his foot backwards into Naoya's arm and release him, and once he got released, his enemy got in a quick crouch and tackled the middle of his torso, evading the punch easily, grappling him and throwing him with another German suplex, making him bounce onto the sandy floor with a kick to his face.

Kano Agito was planted face down onto the ground, unmoving, and everyone was cheering and chanting at how amazing Naoya was for dominating the flow of the battle. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! DON'T GIVE HIM ANY BREAKS, OKUBO! THE MATCH ISN'T OVER YET! YOU'RE UP AGAINST THE BOSS OF THE MONSTERS!!! YOU CAN NEVER DROP YOUR GUARD AGAINST HIM!!!" Himuro's shout towards his friend could be heard from all over the arena. "He's... He's not dead, is he?" Kaede's voice stammered, confused at the unmoving man and why the match wasn't over yet. "... I don't think Kano Agito would be defeated by something like that. Though Naoya's fighting was spectacular... That's still the famous Fifth Fang of Metsudo we're talking about. He wouldn't be defeated so easily." Kisara stepped even closer towards the arena, barely capable of keeping herself from running out there, just to get a better sight of the match. She really wished she was a butterfly, so that she could easily watch the fight from a better angle.

From up on the screen, as Agito got up, everyone could see that monstrous, psychopathic cheshire grin of his, wide and wicked, from ear to ear. "Th-That's not a human face!" Kaede was trembling from a distance, distraught at the sight before her. "He has evolved...!" Though Kaede's heart was beating quickly with fear, Kisara's was going a thousand miles per hour from excitement. No other fight got her as excited as this one, and seeing a fighter evolve like this... It wasn't like Ohma's Advance, when she was scared beyond belief that he would die on the spot, but it wasn't like Raian's Release either, since his screwed up personality was the same. The Agito before them now seemed like a complete different person compared to the man that fought just a little before, the same person who introduced himself to her and even thanked her for wishing him good luck on his match. This was the face of a man that was born to fight, lived to fight, and will die to fight. What a God...

As Naoya got into a stance again, ready to take him on again, the Fang, with indecipherable speed, propelled himself forwards, easily evading the Super Human's grappling, and launching a barrage of jabs that easily pushed his enemy backwards. Okubo tried to grapple him again, but he got punched in the temple with a roundhouse punch that blurred his vision - And the Fang grabbed him tightly, slamming him to the ground with a front suplex that even Seki would find worthy of praise, and his arm was up, his fist clenched tightly .....

And he stopped in that mounted position, with one hand over an unconscious Okubo's chest, and the other still in the sky, as if he froze. "Okubo Naoya, I must thank you. I have become stronger yet again, all thanks to you." thus, the man that now reverted to his old, stoic self, got up and looked at the referee. "Hattori. You should have stopped the match. Take him away." Kisara watched the man walk away towards their exit, wiping the blood from his mouth with his hand, and slipping his hair backwards, as if he was some diva model for Victoria's Secret... Or whatever the man version of that was. Everyone was cheering for The Undefeatable Fang, and as soon as he stepped inside, though Kisara wanted to congratulate him, Wakatsuki was faster than her.

The animosity was rather one sided, though the tension was thick and painful. "Kano." the Tiger called out his name in a grave tone. "Wakatsuki. It's been a long time. We've watched your match against Murobuchi Gozo. You've improved yet again." Agito spoke, the corners of his mouth going upwards into what seemed to be the confident and almost taunting ghost of a smirk. "Oh, that was nothing. I haven't even revealed my trump card yet." the ever so humble and modest Wakatsuki was so tense that he even went as far as to overpraise his own skills. "So, will you be the one to win your way through the left block? It appears that there are at least two fighters that outclass you." ...two? What was he talking about? Surely, that was a joke... And Kisara was almost sure that he wasn't referring to Ohma. Maybe it was Raian's Kure reputation? Other than that, she had no idea who else could be so overwhelming to Takeshi. "Do you really have the luxury of worrying about others? You'd better watch your own step." the usually gentle and sweet feline was nor baring his sabertooth fangs at his enemy. "Well, you two, I really enjoy your rivalry and I do hope to one day watch you two fight. It would be the most legendary fight out there." Kisara chuckled all of a sudden, unable to keep herself silent. "... You are everywhere, aren't you?" Agito's gaze was cast down towards the red head whom he remembered from a few minutes prior. "I try to be. I figured it's much more enjoyable watching matches from down here... And although Wakatsuki's fight was boring, because of his subpar opponent... You shined out there. You showed your live or die fighter side, even against an enemy that barely pushed you. I want to see what the famous Fang of Metsudo is REALLY capable of doing, against this Wild Tiger who didn't get the chance to bare his fangs yet. That won't be the same as the first match you two had, not even close. It would be the sweetest fight you will ever have in your life." she spoke with such a confident, vain smirk that she might as well be Takeshi's own salesperson, there to sell off tickets for the most Epic Fight of the Millennia. "I don't understand you. Whose side are you on?" he asked, making the girl grin even wider. "No one's! I just want to see fantastic fights, that's all! And who better to see fight, than someone like you and Takeshi? I don't know yet what the others are capable of, but this is the only truth. Oh, before I forget... Here. You still have some blood on your face." she handed him a towel that he skeptically took and wiped his face with it. "Thank you. If that fight should happen, I will be eager to see whether or not the little tiger cub finally got a fang." his taunts were fantastic. "Agito, I can assure you, Takeshi definitely has the fangs of a Sabertooth Tiger, so don't make the mistake of underestimating him... For your own good." she chuckled lightly, seeing as he let out a huff of mock amusement. "So that's where you've been the whole day. Should have known - You always enjoyed these kinds of little nice parties." that voice... Was that Ohma? Shocked, she turned around and stared with wide eyes at the confident brunet that was pointing towards himself, and he was wearing the same overconfident, cocky grin on his face. He was determined to achieve the proposition he was speaking. "Heh. Thought you'd have a better eye than that, you greased-up asshole - Cause the champion of the left block... Is gonna be ME." shit, don't provoke him like that. "Ohma... There is a time and place for a well-intended taunting, but THIS is not it." concerned, she sneered through her teeth, but Tokita tsked in annoyance at her. "I don't need your concerns, Hasashi Kisara, didn't I already tell you that?" he growled at her. "Ah, I see, so you are affiliated to the Hasashi Network." Agito nodded in acknowledgement. "Please don't associate me with those jerks, I have nothing to do with them." Kisara spoke, looking up at the Fang with a soft glare. "Either way, if you want to fight, win your blocks and fight then. This is childish." she huffed, holding her arms over her chest. "OHMA! KANO'S JUST FINISHED HIS MATCH! DON'T PROVOKE HIM NOW!" Kaede's loud voice called out to warn Ohma, but was quickly silenced by the solemn warning of the Chairman's fighter. "Aren't you... Miss Akiyama of the Nogi Group? We don't need your concern. Because HE cannot so much as scratch us." Agito easily agitated the brunet. "That's... My concern exactly. Ohma, don't be reckless and fall for the taunts and provoking. If you want to fight Kano Agito, than win your left block, and you'll get the chance." she warned him once more, but judging from the sneer and the curse, her worries fell on deaf ears, as always. "Tokita Ohma. You are weak. That Kure is strong. No matter how you struggle against him, you do not stand a chance. And Wakatsuki here is leagues above you. Quite frankly, winning the left block would be impossible for you. Miss Kisara is warning you so she could spare your life. Better heed her caution." the Fang easily provoked Ohma, who was now in a fighting stance, ready to fight. Kaede was the only one who tried to talk him out of it, but was silenced by a signal from him. "Talk is cheap, greased-up asshole. How about I prove that I'm stronger than you, right here, right now?" he was quick with the baseless threats. "Damn it, Ohma, you'll get yourself killed!" Kisara's voice rose up an octave, knowing that Agito, as he was after that fight, could easily strike in the blink of an eye.

And so he did. Kano Agito kicked Ohma's 80 something kilograms body that was sent flying backwards down the corridor with such supreme ease that it completely humiliated him. "Utterly miserable. You should have heeded your friend's warning. We will say it once more. You are weak." though Ohma was struggling to get up, and tried to spring up once again, Katahara's two private bodyguards sneaked up from behind and got him into a chokehold to neutralise him. "Please don't be too rough on him!" Kisara ran to them, catching the man with great difficulty, as they released his unconscious self. "Thank you!" "Any fights outside of the matches are forbidden. You'd better control yourself, Kano." the one wearing a mask warned the Fang. "Fights? We were just kicking a pebble out of our way. Isn't that right, Wakatsuki?" though Takeshi remained silent, eying the two bodyguards from the corner of his eyes, Kisara couldn't but chuckle awkwardly. "Yes, Agito is right, this was just a simple misunderstanding, we didn't want to cause any problems." thankfully, her comment, along with the previous fight, were forgotten, and the bodyguards explained that all the fighters must present themselves upstairs in the grandiose dining room, in a few hours. Thankfully, it was enough to carry Ohma back to their room, with some welcomed aid. He didn't need any real medical aid anymore, just to wake up in a comfortable bed... And a shit ton of food. But all in due time.

Kisara sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the drool that was escaping his mouth, and her heart sunk. He looked awful. He was beautiful, but all battered up, and now, more reckless than ever before, just to prove that he was strong. Strong? Bullshit. As he was now, he couldn't even hold a candle to Takeshi or Agito. He needed more fights, he needed to evolve, he needed experience, he needed... He needed time. A lot of time. He needed his heart to keep on going... But at this rate, it wouldn't.

"What the hell are you crying for again, you dumbass bookworm? I thought you stopped being such a crybaby years ago. Since you got here, you've done nothing but cry, that's annoying." she didn't even realise that he woke up, but his comments were as shitty as always. What a dork. She couldn't help but shake her head and let out a small exhale of amusement. "Stupid gym rat... You don't know your own limits. Don't you get it? You haven't got up there yet. Don't rush." her voice was barely audible, and that smile was forced as she wiped away the tears she didn't noticed she shed. "You can't beat them as you are now... Is that what you're saying?" this made her snap her head towards him, eyes wide, afraid that he would get angry with her again... But he wasn't. He seemed to have understood a lesson. "I won't get mad at you for thinking that. In fact, I understand now." her jaw could be picked from the ground now - She was so beyond bewildered that he had to get up in a sitting position and reach his hand out, closing her mouth. "You look stupid - You'll catch flies like that." "What do you mean...?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you agreeing with me... When I said... You can't defeat those strong guys yet?" "Yes. Don't get smug with me now. Listen. I saw Niko, just before I got kicked. And when I was on the ground, I saw him again. He told me the same thing as you. You can't defeat him... Towards that friend of yours. And you definitely can't defeat him either... Towards the other guy. Not now, not as I am now. That just means I have to train harder. I can't die now. I have to get stronger and stronger. Only then, will I be able to defeat anyone who stands in my way." he admitted to his faults, and was ready to get better. This made the girl throw her arms around his neck, getting him into a tight embrace. "About time you agree with me, for once. Thank goodness. I didn't want you to get reckless and desperate again, only to get K.O.'ed in one punch. That won't do. You're strong, and you can do it... But just like The Fang - You evolve by fighting. You get stronger and stronger with each enemy you face. You can do it, I know you can." she held him so dearly, that Ohma's heart would have shattered if he wasn't as strong as he is. "I'll still die. Whether or not I use the Advance, it's still a matter of time - " but his mouth got covered by her palm. "Shut the fuck up with that bullshit of yours." Ohma's eyes were wide with surprise - Kisara, swearing like that? She didn't swear - She designated that area towards him. "I don't want to hear another word of you dying. I don't care. I refuse to hear it again. Even if I have to pretend that none of that will happen, I will, until the very end... S-So... YOU WON'T FUCKING DIE. I WON'T LET YOU FUCKING DIE. DO YOU GET IT, TOKITA OHMA?! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANY OF YOUR DREAMS, OR THAT STUPID HEART THAT YOU'RE OVEREXERTING, NOR THAT YOU'RE TOO DUMB TO UNDERSTAND LONG WORDS OR EVEN MY FEELINGS FOR YOU - I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANY OF THAT, DO YOU HEAR ME, DUMBASS SEA-WEED HAIR?! I WON'T LET YOU DIE - AND EVEN IF YOU DO, I WON'T ACCEPT IT! IF YOU DIE, THEN I DIE TO. WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER, FROM THE TIME I SAVED YOU, UNTIL THE LAST BREATH YOU DRAW IN THIS WORLD, SO GET IT THROUGH THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS ALREADY!" his hands found themselves cupping that beautiful face of hers, and he listened to the desperate, wavering words that she screamed at him - The same at back in the bathroom, but now they were much angrier and determined. What a little dumbass. A great doctor like her, choosing her fantasy dreams over reality. Hell, he wanted to contradict her again, or even tell her that it was worthless, waiting over a man that was doomed to die soon, possibly even before this whole tournament could end... But it was something about those glimmering eyes, filled with tears, or the way she cared for him so much, that stopped him from saying anything that would make her even more upset, just like before. He hated seeing her cry, and he already broke her heart so badly earlier that day that she completely avoided him the whole day... And who knew how much longer she would have kept her distance, were it not for that unexpected meeting.

It was unphantomable, how much a single person could... Love him. He always found it endearing, how she was so genuine and upfront with her emotions and her words, even at the very beginning. She was always so bold, despite how calm and collected she was... Even when she was fooling around with that 'air-head' cheery facade of hers that she picked up from that annoying jackass that took his place as a fighter. At core, she was still the same Kisara that saved him from bleeding out in the alley... The same Kisara that couldn't look him in the eye even now, the same Kisara that was afraid of sleeping alone in the house, the same Kisara who had trouble going anywhere by herself in fear of being awkward, the same Kisara who was scared to order a coffee from the barista, the same Kisara who was always so patient with his dumbass and taught him so many things, even though he claims he couldn't remember shit... It was the same Kisara who showed him how great 'self-care' felt, and how 'healing' embraces were, and that he didn't have to stray away from love, just because Niko taught him to just hit on any pretty girl, and he was completely appalled by that. It was all her - Only her, who showed him, who taught him, who guided him, who loved him - So patiently, so dearly, so eagerly, so intensely, so beautifully.

It was her. It is her. And it will always be her.

Ohma pulled the gorgeous red haired woman into a sweet kiss, as loving and gentle as she always kissed him when he had a bad day, and he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, before reaching out to her hand, intertwining their fingers together and kissing the inside of her wrist, putting her delicate palm over his face and leaning into it. "Whatever you want, Hasashi Kisara. Whatever you want." he gave her that confident smile of his, but it was the old one, the cocky, endearing, super sexy smirk that he had during his fights with Rihito and the Medicine Man... Not the reckless one from when he challenged Agito. It was the old Ohma. "Ohma. I want you to teach me the Adamantine Kata. And any other moves that you think I could use." swallowing the lump in her throat that formed from crying, her fawn eyes seemed to regain some strength in them. "Huh? Adamantine? That's not something you can do - Even I can't do that. Why the hell would you want to do that?" his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Because I can't take hits." she explained simply. "My Aikido is solely based on deflecting big enemies and attacking here and there, but if I get hit, I'm done for. There's only so much shock dispersing I can do, before that's it. I'm not a punching bag. But after so many fights out there, I realised... I still have some stuff to learn, to make sure I'm safe, if anything happens. It's easy to evade and escape, and even in a small fight, maybe, considering you taught me the basics of how to divert the flow of a fight... But I need more of these deceiving techniques, and I need an alternative too. You never know, do you?" she explained plainly, and Ohma realised, she now resembled an enigmatic vixen more than anything. "Ha. Hear her. Now you have so little faith in me, that you don't need my protecting anymore. Very well, Your Majesty, I'll do just that. I wanted to go training anyway. But I'm hungry. We should go grab something." he muttered, yet before he got up, he slid his hand to the back of her head, and pulled her forwards, so that their foreheads touched. "Whether you like it or not though, as long as I'm around, Your Majesty is protected by me, got it?" there she went again, looking down, all embarrassed, when he said cute words like that - And her cheeks almost looked the same hue as her hair. She was absolutely beautiful. He upset her enough for a single day. At night, he was going to revert all that and make her happy. "Alright, Ohma. Protect me." her kitten smile was the cutest smile he's ever seen in his life. "It's great that you're hungry though. The Chairman asked for all the fighters to be present for the banquet. You can go train somewhere, and I'll go listen to what he has to say and grab some food, and after that, you teach me something new. How's that for a deal?" that smile turned into a wider grin as she grabbed his wrists and dragged him up. "Perfect deal. I never liked fancy parties anyway."

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