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Chapter 4 - The Ashura and The Kitsune

For the longest time, Kisara completely forgot what free time was - Not that she minded. Although she stopped spending so much time studying all the time, she focused on her aikido and kendo lessons, or on attending kengan matches with Cos and Takeshi. Almost every weekend, an depending on the weather, Hatsumi would take her to the mountains to meditate and hike - Needless to say, her social media was filled with pretty pictures of nature, and occasionally, some pretty selfies as well.

Hatsumi was, by far, the best teacher that Kisara could ever ask for - They personalities were matching really well, considering they were both very easy going and loved to be free and travel. Although with some different mindsets, and a lot of one-sided flirting from Hatsumi that Kisara simply laughed it off. Finally, she learnt how to act as carefree as she felt, an vice-versa. All this time, however, she wondered... Next time she meets Ohma, would he be impressed at how far she's got? Because, for someone who used to hate herself so much, she had to say, she was rather pleased with her progress.

On some nights though, when she's too tired to go back and sleep at her home, she crashes over at his house - But not even he can some some of the nightmares. On the particularly worse times, she gathers enough courage to go over to his room, finding comfort in having another human in the same room as her. Seeing her shaken up, he'd play with her hair. "Tell me about that boyfriend of yours." he'd urge her, knowing that a pleasant conversation would calm her down. "Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend... I think. I don't know. I'm not sure." she replied, genuinely confused herself. "Oh, come on. You've been going on, and on with that 'friend' of yours, making me jealous of that guy. What's so special about him?" he'd tease her, and she'd laugh at his antics. He always knew how to make her feel better - And she'd tell him how her and Ohma met, how he motivated her, and how he promised they'd see each other again. Though, half an year passed, with not even a glimpse of him, she was still not discouraged. He seemed like a man of his words. That's what her instinct told her, at least. "Well, you know, the best things happen when you least expect them. I'm sure you'll see him again soon." and he was right. Barely a week after this conversation, she found Ohma working out in her backyard garden - He was so nonchalant about it, as if it was the most normal thing he could do. It felt natural, so she, too, acted as if he was never gone to begin with.

Still, she wondered - Was his heart beating as fast as hers, as she lay her eyes on him? That smile he made upon seeing her was absolutely gorgeous and as cocky as ever. Just as before, she'd order food and watch him work out, shadow fight, or whatever it was that he wanted to do, all while reading - Or at least, pretending to. There were few things as exciting as watching a fight.

He wouldn't stay over for longer than three days, but every time, they would chat more, and on some occasions, he even agreed to go to a cafe or pub with her - And when not, he'd urge her to show him how far she's gotten with her fighting.

Two... Or maybe three? Or more years passed so fast, Kisara finally finished University and could take a well-deserved break for a while - But not after taking out Takeshi, Cos, Akira and Hatsumi for a drink. She wanted to celebrate, of course! Ohma refused to come, preferring to stay at home, just as expected - But he was just as supportive and proud of how far she'd gotten as her other friends. Well, he was more than a friend, after all. He was special. There was a special place in her heart for him, that nobody else could replace.

Although she knew what it was, Ohma didn't. He acted with her as he felt, though he gave no name to the emotions he felt towards her. She once told him that, whatever he felt was natural for him, he should do that, so he did. There was no need to give name or labels to everything, and he was more than happy with that. He liked holding her to his chest, or resting his chin on her head and using her shoulders as arm rests. He liked how she snuggled into his side when she watched whatever weird tv show she found, and he even liked how her brows would crease a little whenever she got absorbed by a book... And sometimes miss, trying to drink coffee, and get some on her upper lip. He liked seeing her try on cute clothes, but also, more street ones, and more than anything, he liked seeing her feeling so confident wearing crop tops, which previously, she wouldn't have been caught dead even looking at.

And more than anything, she loved that little smirk of hers whenever she'd get witty or sarcastic with him, and they'd get into playful banters.

Or maybe it was that time when she got him a bunch of bath shampoos or whatever they were called, and she washed his hair for him - It was so soft, and it smelled fresh, yet more than that, he felt so relaxed, in that hot water, with her arms around him, and her fingers massaging his scalp.

She was the first person to whom he admitted, some of his scars still sting or hurt from time to time, usually when it rains - That cute pout of hers, when she traced those delicate fingertips of hers along each of his scar, made his shudder a bit. He enjoyed it. It made him feel strong. He WAS strong. And now, so was she. Not that he was going to let her carry her bags either way, but it was good to know she could defend herself if ever needed.

And thus, during the events of a single night, a brilliant story was going to unfold, with just a few words...

"Hasashi Kisara, I have a fight tonight. You coming?" Ohma asked the girl that was so preoccupied with embroidery for the whole day that she forgot he was even in the house. At the simple utter of the word 'fight', the red haired girl woke up from her trance and threw away the needle and the handkerchief she was working on, bolting towards the bathroom to get ready. "You don't even have to ask!" she answered immediately, getting dressed in a pair of black jeans, boots and a crop top - But before she could put on her haori, Ohma threw his spare hoodie at her. She couldn't help but chuckle and put it on, keeping it unzipped and rolling up the sleeves as much as possible. No matter how comfy the hoodie was, it was still fit for someone much taller.

Together, they walked through the illuminated streets of Tokyo until they reached the more ghetto part that wasn't neon-lit like the rest of the city. A corner space between buildings that nobody would even pay attention to. The man they found there was huge and buff, and it reminded Kisara of the great Sekibayashi, but somehow, he didn't have any of his excellence. Over two years of kengan experience, and Kisara's eyes formed to see that special spark in some fighters, and this one - Ohma was going to sweet the floor with this one.

Ohma and Kisara shared a brief look, before the girl stepped back, allowing the man to do some light stretching, challenging the enemy to a duel. Both of them were wearing confident smirks on their faces - They knew he was going to win easily. 28 years of Ohma's life have led him up to this point, to be completely undefeatable. "You're insane. There's my face, my build... You got plenty of information to work with, if you'd just pay attention to it... You'd be able to tell that I ain't on the square... And that I'm stronger than you, wouldn't ya? But you picked this fight - With me, a Yakuza, that's far stronger than you. That ain't sane." oh, how self-confident, but Kisara couldn't help but stifle her giggles, watching Ohma taking off his hood and retort so easily to that guy.

"Nice try. You're half right." after the enemy didn't answer, Ohma continued his taunting. "Oh, you want me to check over your answer? First off, you got the part about your identity right. I could tell you were a Yak at first glance. That part's correct. Now, here's what you got wrong..." Ohma started laughing, his grin wide and mocking. "You're stronger than me? Why don't ya quit talking shit and come at me, ya big tub o' lard?!" Ohma might not have heard it, but just a few steps behind Kisara, someone was watching their fight, peeking from behind the wall. On further inspection from the medic, she discovered a man that seemed close to his retirement, and he was sweating bullets. "What, you think he can't win? Watch and learn, pops. This is the real deal when it comes to fighting." Kisara smirked confidently, crossing her arms over her chest. "Wh-What -- That's, That's... N-No way! He's dead meat!" oh, how he was shaking from head to toe, innocent little man. "No... I got one more thing right. You really are... Fucked in the head!" Komada ripped his shirt off, showing off his Deva back tattoo. Unimpressive. Ohma whistled, and gave the enemy some back-handed compliments. "That's pretty impressive. You'd make most body builders look average. You can't have gotten that big with any half-assed..." but before he could finish his taunting, Komada threw his shirt towards Ohma, lunging to attack. But the younger one was much too fast to get hit by any of those boring punches. "Watch carefully, old man. A boring brawler who can do nothing but rely on his punches is not going to get anywhere far." Kisara scoffed in amusement, watching her 'friend' side step every attack with ease. "He's fast! Way too fast for that giant body! Is he even human?! It's like he's a fighting Buddha statue!" the elderly man was freaking out. Next thing, the giant Yakuza kicked right through the concrete wall. "So those are steel-toed boots, huh? I sure wouldn't want to be on the business end of that." the boy hummed in amusement. "You're a real irritating son of a bitch." Komada growled angrily. "Miss, this isn't some video game where the pretty protagonist beats the giant monster! There's just no way!" the poor man cried out. "Never doubt him, man. He won't lose. He's too good to lose." Kisara watched carefully the rest of the match. It was Ohma's turn to attack, and he easily hit his punch right in the enemy's face, then retaliated with a kick to his jaw as he tried to attack back. The enemy was on his knees. "You just don't get it, do ya? Just muscles aren't enough!" Komada somehow managed to get up, panting and huffing roughly. "So now do you understand which one of us is the challenger here? ... Well, just keep that in mind and bring it like your life depends on it." however, Komada tried to attack with the same basic punch, which made Ohma sigh in disappointment and grab his wrist, twisting it around and dislocating his arm, before giving the finishing kick to the face. As the old man gasped, unable to comprehend what just happened, Kisara couldn't help but laugh and high-five her partner as he walked out of the alley. "Please tell me your name!" the old man wailed, standing straight up, yet his blazer was half-off and he looked disheveled after such excitement he felt from the fight. "Tokita Ohma." as the boy answered, turning to the old one to watch him with those pressuring, hawk eyes of his, the old corporatist couldn't help but stutter out the boy's name. "And? What about you?" "... Huh? ... Me? My... N-Name... U-Uhmm..." after stuttering a bit, shaking in his boots outright, he managed to yell out an answer. "MY NAME IS YAMASHITA KAZUO!!" "Yamashita Kazuo, right...? Got it. So? Do you wanna fight too? Or maybe you wanna fight her? Trust me, she may be a woman, but she ain't weak, if that's what you think." although Ohma's expression was bored and ready for a fight, Yamashita could see the girl's grin - If Tokita Ohma was like some Ashura God of War, she resemble a trickster Nine-Tailed fox, a Kitsune, with that devious smirk of hers - Wide and enigmatic, as if she was plotting something. They make for a very dangerous pair!

As the man's teeth were chattering with fear and pressure, with outright anxiety of possibly getting killed, with anxiety and nervousness, suffocating on his own breath, he was finally able to mutter a negative answer. "Is that so... That's a damn shame. Let's go, Hasashi Kisara." putting his arm around her shoulders and getting his hood back up, the two left the alleyway, allowing the old man to fall to the ground, his knees outright giving out from all the stress. "He was a funny one. Should have seen him worrying over you." the girl giggled, making the other one scoff. "Ridiculous." came his singular word answer. "Still - That worked really well. Think that worked?" she asked, putting her around around his torso. "Definitely."

And he was right, winning that ridiculously easy fight was the right ticket for him to be invited as a fighter in kengan matches by this Nogi CEO. Together, the two stepped inside the office of this businessman, but big was their surprise once they noticed the old man from the previous night. Well, his shock was much bigger, for he outright yelled. The CEO made Yamashita Kazuo the manager... And as his first task, he had to get some food. Yes, classic Ohma. Kisara could hear Yamashita trying to protest softly, to say that he isn't cut off for this job, or that he's going to refuse, but as soon as Ohma spoke, he shut up and agreed. He's a really submissive push over, isn't he?

Ohma's first kengan match was in a week, which meant that, unfortunately for Kisara's health, she had to hang around Ohma's... Temporary 'home', if one could even call it that. It was a huge mansion, yes. Destroyed from top to bottom. An outright ruin, and the ceiling was half-destroyed... And the walls had overgrown vegetation on it. He's so ridiculous. He's even hunting boars for meals. Idiot. Well, at least he's right when he calls himself 'self-sufficient'.

One evening, Kisara cleaned a single step of the stairs and stood on it, laughing and mocking Ohma for taking a blood shower, exsanguinating that big pig he found Lord knew where. Poor Yamashita, when he entered the house, he shrieked bloody murder, thinking there was a killer on the loose... Only to almost call for an ambulance once he realised Ohma was dripping with blood. Well, he's been living here for over half a year, maybe he just didn't want to profit over the girl's kindness and lose his instincts. Or something.

"Stay still, dumbass." Kisara muttered in exasperation, using the towel to clean and dry his hair and the rest of his dripping body. "I'm trying to cook the meat here, stop shaking me so much." he groaned, taking a bit from the piping hot food. Still a bit chewie, but good enough. "From a Veterinary Medic point of view, I'm appalled. But also, cook it a bit better, you don't want Salmonella in it. It's still so pink, it might outright start oinking and grazing the field." the man spared her a glance and let out an amused exhale. "Whatever, book worm. Fancy words won't impress me." he teased right back. "You should hear me at work, dumb gym rat." as the two bickered, Ohma asked the older man why was he here, but also, to just make himself a home... If one could even do such a thing, under normal circumstances. Yamashita explained that he just came to check up on him, as his manager, but that he still has work to do.

As he finished his meal, he put his Tshirt back on - Kisara's eyes averted towards the door, and Ohma asked the old man if he brought company over. The door was destroyed, and two man with hoodies on came menacingly inside. They seem to know Ohma was the one living here, they were too specific with their wording, as if they were buddy-buddies or something.

"That's...! That's Ivan Karaev!" Yamashita wailed from shock. "You know him?" Ohma asked, watching the man completely unphased. "He's a Russian kickboxer that's been making headlines these days. What is THE Ivan doing here?!" he continued his explanation. "Nothing personal... It's just business. You're gonna be in bed for a while." Ivan took a basic kickboxing stance, ready to strike. "Ah. You're just a boring guy who thinks he's a fighter just because he's famous on TV. You see - Unless you're famous inside the Kengan association, you're nothing. If you to are here, it means you know Ohma's going to have a fight tomorrow, and you're here to stop it. Am I right, Ivan?" Kisara crossed her arms, stepping in front of Ohma with arrogance. "Oh, we've got a smart cookie over here, haven't we? Let's go on a date later, shall we?" Ivan smirked, not braking his stance once. "Sure, sure! If you can beat me, that is. You see - As I said, Ohma's fight is tomorrow, and I'll be damned before I let you get any information on his fighting style." she turned to the brunet and nodded at him to stand back, she's got it. "You've heard her. She's not just a smart cookie. She's pretty tough too." her partner grinned in complete confidence of her, while the old man was beginning to shake again, afraid for her. "O-Ohma, a-are you sure th-this is gonna be okay? Ivan is a champion, a-and..." but Ohma merely scoffed at him. "Don't make the mistake of underestimating your enemies, Yamashita Kazuo." he stood tall and watched the fight. Although Kisara never got into a fight before, they sparred enough, and he knew her strength the best.

With a grunt of disappointment, Ivan lashed out at the girl with a barrage of punches that she easily dodged. When he tried to hit her with a high kick that Yamashita explained was world-known as the Reaper Sickle... But it was completely unimpressive. The old man was talking too much, and it was beginning to annoy the girl. "Shut the fuck up, Yamashita Kazuo. As long as it doesn't hit her, it's just a plain, old fan. She's too fast to get hit." Ohma reprimanded the shocked old man. Smirking, she side-stepped the next high kick with ease, and she mimicked him - But her heel actually did hit his chin, driving him back. "Now THAT is what I would call a true demonstration of a high-kick, don't you think, newbie?" Kisara taunted the man who frowned and continued on his high-kick journey. "Is that move the only one you know? How can you be called a champion when you're so pathetic?" she mocked him, crouching and sweeping the leg from under him, as he kept his balance during the high-kicks. As he fell on his back, she quickly mounted him and drew her sword, pinning it against his neck. "Kengan matches are life or death. Are you ready to lose your life, Ivan Karaev?" if that was how easy all fights were, Kisara would be a world champion too, by now. "You're too soft on them, Hasashi Kisara." Ohma chuckled, which was enough of a match end, making the girl get up and stomp on Ivan's stomach. "Better?" she laughed, stepping to his side and earning a nod of approval. Yamashita Kazuo, on the other hand, was outright shocked beyond belief. He knew Ohma was smart, but he never imagined a girl that looked so petite would so easily defeat THE kickboxing champion from two moves alone! What world were they living in?! "So? You wanna fight too?" Ohma asked the other guy, who grinned and stepped towards them - However, Ivan grabbed him by the ankle, yelling at him not to interfere with the fight. With a simple touch, Ivan's neck was gushing with blood like a fountain. What happened - That guy didn't have any blade at him... No, she shouldn't be surprised. This guy might be a kengan fighter, not some lame TV guy. Special people with special abilities. But damn, he really got that artery good. "I just can't stand the sight of a loser putting up resistance." this blond guy hummed in a singy-song tone... But he didn't look all that remarkable, save for whatever that ability of his is, that he can cut up people. "The name's Rihito, I'm gonna be your opponent in the upcoming Kengan match. Oh, and my real name's classified information." the man grinned widely, pointing to himself like he's some real deal. Ohma's first fight was going to be easy. "I only stopped by here to say hi, but it looks like this moron got the wrong impression. Sorry 'bout that! And sorry to the missy too, didn't mean to bother such a pretty lady. Hope you can let him off the hook now that I've given him some discipline." "Pff, yeah sure, no bother at all." Kisara shrugged leisurely. "Yeah, I see - Well, if he got the wrong impression, then that's that." Ohma smiled casually. "Glad you're so understanding, thanks. Oh, and all that aside... I hear this is your first kengan match, isn't it? Just remember this - Tomorrow is gonna be your debut match AND retirement. Try not to let it become your funeral too." Rihito threatened his future opponent. "If it is, you're giving the eulogy." Kisara couldn't help but giggle at her partner's witty punchlines - It was obvious he was ready for the challenge, and more than that, ready to be entertained. For the rest of the day, Ohma rested and worked out while Yamashita went to work as was scheduled, and Kisara was forced to spend the night in that dilapidated house, because no uber driver would come get her. Well, to be fair, it was an awful place, well away from the city, she couldn't blame them.

Still, the next morning, she outright dragged Ohma to her home so they could both take a well-deserved shower. She really couldn't understand how could he live in such a place, it was an outright mess. But now, at least she smelled like chocolate, thanks to her shower gel, so all her worries dissipated.

As soon as they, along with Yamashita, the CEO and his secretary, Kaede, a beautiful blonde woman around her age, wearing a bright pink suit, arrived at the venue - the Makunouchi building that was scheduled for demolition, Rihito was already there, waiting with two pretty women in his arms, and his CEO and his secretary. The two CEOs were butting heads with fake smiles on their head - Apparently, they're wagering the construction rights to the new Makunoichi building that is supposed to be a new skyscraper in place of the old one... And the total project cost is around 10 billion yen. As the two employers shook hands and went up to take their seats, Rihito came over to taunt Ohma. Huge mistake.

"Yo, Tokita - I hear there's a shitload of money changing hands in this match. Ihate to say it, but your boss is gonna take a beating. You better look for re-employment... Of course, that's if you're alive by the time this match is over." the blond was grinning dumbly... Kisara was sure he was nothing more than a dumbass who got lucky with some special ability or something. "Ahh...!" Ohma smirked, mocking the man. "You'd better mate while you still can, 'cause you're not gonna be down to fuck for a while." as usual, his snarky comments were enough to earn a laugh from the red head. "Now you've said it. I was trying to psych you up for your debut game, but I guess that wasn't called for. I'm looking forward to out match now." and as he went ahead to follow his own employer, Ohma and the other two went after Nogi. As Yamashita was expressing his concerns for the man's well-being in this upcoming match, even going as far as to say Rihito's strong - Ohma couldn't help but chuckle, feeling nothing but ready for his match. He was psyched and ready to go.

As expected, the venue was filled with a hundred or more people, all of them businessmen and their fighters. They were not only witnesses, but they also were there to asses the situation and see how strong these guys are. And also, bet a lot. Of course, Kisara bet too, taking advantage that barely anyone was brave enough to bet on the 'Dark Horse' of the fight, so she'd get more money. There was absolutely NO way any real Kengan fighter would lose to some guy like Rihito.

Still, Kisara couldn't help but look around and see if any of her friends were around - Surprisingly, she found Wakatsuki somewhere in the back, next to some short and plump guy that may have been his employer. Grinning, she skipped over to him and greeted him friendly, along with his CEO. "Hi, 'Tsuki-san, lovely seeing you! Didn't think I'd find you here!" "It's great seeing you too, Kisara. Likewise, I didn't think you'd come to one of the newbie fights." he spoke, only to find himself dragged towards the front of the fight, while his employer followed closely behind. "Well, I probably wouldn't have come, but, you see - That's Ohma fighting over there! That's the 'friend' that I've been telling you about for so many years. He's finally found his way in the kengan universe, so of course, I had to be present for his fight!" Wakatsuki noticed how sweet she looked, speaking of that guy so fondly, but was he worth her time? "Hmm, I see. He's against what some may call a 'lucky strike'. He better be careful, the odds are against him." the veteran warned, but one look at Kisara's devious smirk, and he knew, she had complete confidence in her friend. "Last night, that blond dumbass and some friend of his came over to scare Ohma away. I, myself, beat the hell out of that other guy, who was some kickboxing champion - But he was down in two moves. I was able to make Ohma not reveal his moves, but Rihito showed his trick to us. Ohma's street-smart, so I'm sure he's gonna come up with some counter for that stupid little trick of his, and when he does - It's goodbye America for that guy." the red head explained, crossing her arms over her chest and grinning confidently, watching Ohma and Rihito take their stances. After 32 seconds of staring at each other, the two clashed. Ohma's punch to the face connected, but Rihito was too much of a dumbass to be concerned with that, so he immediately retaliated with a blow that Ohma blocked with ease. Kisara couldn't help but hear all the men around betting and explaining how great that blond dumbass was, just because he was on a 5 game winning streak - They better wait until she gets all the money for betting on Tokita Ohma, now THAT'S gonna be fun.

Ohma's got Rihito on the ground, and he easily mounted him, punching his already ugly face repeatedly, only to get his arm slashed with blood gushing out. There were four... Or five, maybe? Long gashes along his forearm - She couldn't really count well from that angle - But it looked like it was caused by... His fingernails, maybe? She, herself, has pretty long fingernails, and sometimes cuts herself by accident with them whenever she gets stressed... But Rihito didn't have long nails like claws, so it didn't make much sense... So what else of the hand could it be...? "Do you know how Rihito's Razor's Edge works, Kisara?" she heard the taller man ask, as she pondered, watching as his hand now even managed to graze Ohma's chest... The watchers were cheering for 'The Razor's Edge' so that's what they are calling his special ability, while 'Rihito the Ripper'... He rips skin apart...? To rip... With your fingers? Is he using his finger tips, of all things? Could it be the force of his grip that's causing the bleeding? "Is it... His fingertips...? Some grip-pinching force that grazes off the skin?" she asked, bending forward to watch the motion of his hand better - He looked like a wild animal pawing and mauling his victim. "Yes, something like that. Rihito's pinch strength is beyond normal. Let's hope your friend realises that as well and counters it fast, before he bleeds to death." Takeshi warned, making the girl frown.

Still, after so many years of fighting experience, Kisara still wasn't a natural, compared to Ohma, who realised immediately that his skin was shaved by Rihito's finger tips - He truly was a shrewd genius when it came to fighting, and for that, she really admired him. Rihito's pinching grip was superhuman. He even managed to cut his opponent a few more times, even during Ohma's kick to his face. You better think of a counter for that stupid cut... Some way to stop his finger tips from pinching... Stop them from moving... "OHMA, YOU CAN DO IT! STOP HIS PINCHING!" in a sea of people cheering for the blond dumbass, Kisara was the only one supporting the dark horse of the match.

Ohma smirked for a little while, hearing his partner's cheering, but it stopped once he heard his opponent calling himself 'Superhuman'. How lame. And even when he spoke out his real name and his reason for taking a nickname fit for a superhero, he was even more lame. "Superman? What a load of shit! Humans aren't weak enough that they can be outdone by the likes of you!" the brunet easily provoked that dumbass. "Well, now you've said it! This is coming from the bastard that's powerless before my Razor's Edge!" Rihito was growling and sneering back. "I've found a way to beat it." after a gasp of disbelief from the enemy, the man continued as he smugly wiped the blood off his arm. "To tell the truth, I came up with it as soon as I realised how your move worked. I was waiting to see if you still had any tricks up your sleeve... But from what you're telling me, it sounds like this is is. What a damn shame. This has been a real let down." he found a way to counter it? So fast? Fascinating!

She watched with excitement as Ohma walked right in front of Rihito, right under his nose, and he had that same self-confident arrogance of his that she loved so much. He was so sure of himself that she couldn't keep herself in check to see what his mysterious counter would be. Being so close to them had its benefits after all - She could hear, or at least, deduce, most of what they were saying - And Ohma always had the best lines to throw at those dumbasses.

"TIME TO TEAR YOU APART!!! DIE, YOU BLUFFIN' MOTHERFUCKER!" but Ohma didn't fret on bit. Instead, he rose his hand and... Of course! The perfect counter for the grip pinch thingy is to stop him from moving his fingers! "Your fingers are pretty damn impressive, I'll give you that. If you were just tearing things apart, your pinch grip would be more than enough, but that'd be impractical in combat 'cause it'd leave you open to attacks but to rip through things with as little motion as possible you need both 'grip strength' and 'distance for acceleration'. So, on the other hand, without that distance, your fingers couldn't even rip apart a block of tofu." if her Physics teacher could explain the damn subject as well as Ohma explained how he came up with his counter, she'd have become an astro-physicist by now. "You better wipe that cocky grin off your face - I've still got my left hand free!" but just as easily, Ohma stopped that left hand with a karate chop-like stance of his own hand over the opponent's back of the wrist. "See, it's just as effective if I hold the back of your hand down like this... The point is, I just gotta keep your fingers from touching me. C'mon now! I've sealed off your precious super powers, you see? So, what's it gonna be... Nakata Ichiro the Human?" Rihito couldn't do anything else but growl nastily at the smaller man that completely outclassed him, while Kisara's cheers were louder than anyone else's. "Well? I've blocked off your trump card. What's next?" "No, no, no - Don't you get the situation you're in now? Now that we're THIS close together, your movements are restricted as mine - Particularly your blows. Your combat technique may be one thing, but my muscles are a class above yours! You can't beat me in a contest of strength!" but as easily as he said that, he found his way kneeling before Ohma, then kicked to the ground. "Gotcha~!" Ohma hummed in amusement. "Didn't expect a close-quarters blow to hurt that much, did you? Oh, one more thing... Your left arm's open. You sure you wanna strike back?" Tokita continued taunting and making fun of the self-named superhuman. "Don't fuck with me...!!!" but as Rihito tried to attack, Ohma easily side-stepped him, making him trip, and punched him in the jaw. "That's right, tell him, Ohma! The only Superhuman here is 'Tsuki-san!" she laughed, making the poor man next to him sigh. "Don't say that, Kisara, it's embarrassing..." he muttered - Still, he was impressed by Tokita's counters. "Do you see what he's doing? He's throwing off Rihito's center of gravity by exerting just a few grams of strength and moving just a couple of millimeters. That's all he needs. Rihito's flow of power is being thrown off, hence why all of his attacks are missing so badly. He has perfect control over the tide of power." and as the blond was already on the ground, with one last kick to the face, the match was declared over by the ref. "See, 'Tsuki-san? I told you - Ohma's the best! Now then... I have a couple of million yen to get from my bets." the girl looked as if she was floating with glee, the man thought. "What do you think, Takeshi? Can you beat him?" the employer asked. "Hmm... I think I can just barely pull it off. Probably." Takeshi spoke a bit lethargically, not wanting to put up with any compliments. "Haha, you're so modest, aren't you. If you ask me, Miss Kisara was right - You're the true Superman, Takeshi." the employer seemed to be very close to him. "See~! I know what I'm saying! Now then - Take care, you two~!" with a quick wave, she sprinted off towards Yamashita and ripped the towel from his hands, reaching out to dry Ohma's hair off the sweat. "You were so cool! I picked up on his trick too, but you were so quick about it, and even came up with a counter on such a short notice! It was so much fun watching you fight - And, don't you wanna be my Physics teacher?" "I've no idea what you're talking about - But sure, I could teach you a thing or two." Ohma let out an amused exhale, ruffling her hair up a bit. "Let's go home, I'm hungry." he spoke - Before they left, though, one last brief encounter, that was nothing more than a jab-fight between Nogi and Ohma, took place, and they could finally leave for the day. Still, that only meant that Ohma's next fight was going to come by rather soon. That CEO was still testing him - And rightfully so, it seems. If people like Rihito can end up with a 5 win streak and still be absolute shit, then no wonder you need to test anyone properly. Shame. Still, the man enjoyed it, so who was she to say anything against it? "Hey, Ohma, let's go to that meat place you like so much. I've got lots of money to spare, thanks to you." she laughed, only to be silenced by the man's refusal. "No. Let's go home." he muttered, as he grabbed her wrist and started walking ahead.

By the time they got home, he went to take a quick shower and crashed on the couch, as Kisara had already ordered food - He motioned for her to approach him - He extended his arms and dragged the girl down on the couch, resting his head on her thighs and putting her hands on his head. She couldn't help but chuckle - He was such a big baby sometimes. He never outright said he wanted anything other than food, but when it came for some attention, he'd just grab her hand and put it on his head. He really liked having his hair played with. He was absolutely adorable. Still, by the time the order arrived, he had already hopped off the couch to get the bags in bed, and the girl was left forgotten, save for the plate that he made sure she ate.

Tokita Ohma's one and true love will forever be food, in particular, meat - And, by far, that was the cutest thing about him.

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