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darkdevasofdestruction · 1 year

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Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi...

You first met up with Takeshi when you were both children, just after he was released from the Furumi labs, as you were both in the same class in school, and somehow, shared a desk together.

Though a bit shy, Takeshi was rather friendly and sociable, and you easily hit it off and helped him integrate in their new environment and in your friend group.

But being so fun and the best at sports in the whole school, he easily became sort of a popular guy, and everyone wanted to be his friend.

Even if he was constantly flocked around by around kids of all ages, you still remained his best friend.

You were the only girl he’d use a nickname to call, and even use the cute ‘-chan’ suffix; you were the only one he’d give flowers and little trinkets on random occasions, the only one whom he’d call over to his house, or to Uncle Furumi to play on the consoles, the only one to whom he’d return the chocolates on White Day.

You also tease him that his name means Samurai or Warrior, and that he’s basically your Knight in Shining Armor.

His parents were quick to tell him that he has a crush on you, and they approved, saying you were a lovely lady, but it was his mentor who successfully urged him to take the first step and ask you out on the last day of school.

He kissed your cheek one day during your school graduation, and made a pinky promise to always keep in touch, no matter what.

You and Takeshi also went to the same high-school, and it’s around that time you find out that he’s super into karate, and about his superhuman strength.

You have first seats for all of his matches, and since he wins, he gets the congratulatory prize of a cheek kiss.

Your first real kiss happens when you go to prom together.

“You know you have to wear a dress, don’t you?” you glare playfully at the boy, nudging him in the ribs, even though you know he won’t even be feeling it. “Just because I’m always out wearing comfortable, sports clothes, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to be feminine, okay? It’s just that we always end up running around and getting dirty, and I wouldn’t want to destroy by good outfits.” you scolded him for such words, though based on his bewildered expression, he actually believed you had no clue how to be feminine. “Oh, come on, ‘Tsuki, you’re being ridiculous.” “Sorry, sorry, I’ve just never seen you in a dress, that’s all. Hard to imagine something you’ve never seen - But I’m sure you’re going to be as pretty as you always are!” the boy offered you a cheeky grin, only to make you shake your head.

And although he couldn’t imagine you in a dress, when he went over to your house to pick you up, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, he almost dropped them as soon as his eyes met your form.

The way your shiny hair was done, how pretty your makeup was, making your sparkling eyes look so enchanting, and your plump lips were so attractive to him; the way your accessories highlighted your grace, and that long, flowy dress of your, making you look like a princess -

Takeshi was so speechless and in love that his eyes remained wide and fixed on you, and his mouth was held slightly agape; He was rooted to the spot and incapable of uttering a single word.

His cheeks were so cutely flushed that you couldn’t help but giggle and get on your tippy toes, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Hi, handsome.”

Takeshi.exe stopped working. System needs rebooting.

The only action he was capable of doing was to keep his arm around you as your parents took a few pictures, later titled “Y/N x Takeshi” in a red heart, or “Prom 💖 “ and “Together Forever”

Takeshi remained quiet for most of the prom and drank a lot of punch, kept tugging on his collar feeling so very hot, just by looking at you, and his face remained blushy for the duration of the prom, even though he was dancing with you, almost robotically.

Though you weren’t necessarily the most popular girl in highschool, you and Takeshi were named Queen and King of the Prom, and were called on stage - They put a tiara on your head, and a flower bouquet, and they took pictures of you.

The one that Takeshi would later develop and frame, however, is the one where he pulls you into a deep kiss, and he captions it with “I love you 💖“

“I’m sorry I barely said anything the whole night, it’s just... I just think you’re so beautiful that my brain got a short-circuit.” he chuckled timidly, scratching at the back of his neck. “Will you wear pretty dresses again when I ask you on dates?” “If you promise not to have me run around or play in the mud, then sure. I have to take those cute clothes from naphthalene.” you smiled sweetly at him, leaning on his side, on the bench outside of the prom venue. “You know, ‘Tsuki... This is the most beautiful day of my life. On the same spot as the day I met you.” “I feel the same.” Takeshi he said, cupping your face tenderly. “I love you.”

You were the one to take notes in all classes and tutor your boyfriend through most of the classes, because he was always busy with his karate and fighting classes, and you supported him through everything.

Sometimes, you’d stop by the dojo and bring him lunch.

He was always smug, showing off his beautiful girlfriend, but he was still a little sheepish at the beginning--

Until all of the students and the master started calling you a married couple, so you just rolled with it.

You were actually pretty happy, hearing other people think you two were such a perfect match!

You ended up making friends with most of the people of the dojo, and you were always invited out with them, and got the privilege of taking care of everyone as if you’re their mother.

Highschool’s IT couple, without a doubt.

For graduation, everyone asked you if they were going to be invited to your wedding.

By the time Takeshi was 20 years old, he was already Furumi Pharmaceuticals’ underground fighter, and though you were a little upset at seeing him get hit, he was a literal beast, and always won.

Mr. Furumi Heihachi took you everywhere he’d take Takeshi, knowing you were pretty much glued together - And much to his surprise, you loved the Kengan universe, it made you feel as though you were in some mafia movie, and you were some kind of badass, super rich businesswoman or whatever.

Seeing everyone dressed so formal, also encouraged you to adopt a more elegant style.

Who wouldn’t want to see the strongest man alive having this Goddess Eye-Candy clinging on his arm?

Most of the money he made out of fighting, he’d keep for emergencies, but pretty soon, he was being buried alive in stacks of money, so he’d throw all of his money on buying you stuff, or taking you on long trips around the world.

Also, if you or your family ever had a medical emergency, Mr. Furumi has you covered, no cost.

You and Takeshi also moved in together.

You got to see Takeshi go through an edgy phase when he bought some black hair dye and had you do his hair.

You told him it was a bad idea, but he was hyperfixated with the idea, so you obliged.

You would teasingly call him ‘Wild Tiger’, especially when he’d forget his strength and hug you a little to tightly, or hold your hand to the point of almost shattering your bones.

He’d also try to always be tender and romantic and gentle with you, but given his strength and how excited you get him most of the time just by looking at you, he can get a little sloppy, which is kinda adorable, and always makes you tease him.

He can get a little embarrassed at how easily riled up and in the mood he can get, just from how pretty you are, or a simply touch, or you trailing his fingers up his arms or chest - But a single giggle from you is enough of a reassurance that you’re okay and he can go on.

He’s also sloppy with his outfits, though he mostly wears jeans and a form-fitting Tshirt, so you happily oblige to fix his clothes, be it the collar of a shirt, or a tie - And he lives for it.

After his loss against the Fifth Fang of Metsudo, he got in such a deep depression, and he was so gloomy and filled with self-hatred that it took a lot out of you and Uncle Furumi to drag him out and encourage him again.

It was almost scary how hard he took that loss against his pristine clean record, but you motivated him to never give up, and continue striving only upwards.

He even got formally kicked out of the Karate dojo, because of his underground fights, but he still maintains a proper mentorship relationship with the master.

When he finally got himself back on his feet, he was dead set on getting rid of that ugly black dye, and return to his pretty sandy coloured hair.

He even let himself grow a little facial hair, and he looked great with a goatee - And you’d pull on it often, especially if you wanted him to kiss you, or more.

He eventually asked you to marry him, when you were out a trek in some mountains, and you’ve reached the summit.

Coincidentally, a few other tourists were there, and took pictures and videos of the whole ordeal and congratulated you - All pictures were developed and captioned with “She said Yes!” and “Peak Happiness”.

In your shared bedroom, you have all the best pictures taped to each empty wall, held with fairy lights and pretty paintings you made.

Same goes for the wedding pictures, with the most gorgeous bride in the world, and the most handsome groom there ever was.

Even if you ever argue, which is rarely to begin with, a single look at all those happy, loving memories is enough to make you calm down and solve the issue.

You are good friends with Seki and Sakura, and the four of you often go out for drinks;

But at the end of the day, the two of you enjoy staying home and drinking, in front of a good movie or a video game, just as much, if not, more.

You didn’t know where exactly he fished Imai Cosmo, a literal child, but the two of you basically adopted Cos and became something close to his second family.

You support him for all of his matches and he ends up calling you ‘Big sis’ and saying that, if his Senpai isn’t around, he will be the one to protect you.

Later on, Wakatsuki continued his incredible run of wins, until he reached the Floating Cloud, Hatsumi Sen, the Aikido master, who was able to defeat him - Yet this time, unlike with Kano Agito, he was able to recover and realise he needs some new strategies, to go against flickery people like Sen, whom he can’t defeat with strikes and raw strength alone.

That’s how he got motivated to learn some grappling and get more actively involved in learning about different fighting styles, moves and theory, so he will be able to counter when his punches aren’t enough.

Also developed his Trump Card, the ‘Blast Core’, that only you and Mr. Furumi knew of.

During the Kengan Annihilation Tournament, you had a lot of fun together, at the beach, with even more pictures taken for your wall of memories.

When you found out the tournament brackets, you told Takeshi he was easily going to get in the finals, and get his chance of a rematch against the Fang.

Before every one of his fights, you would sit on his knee and hug his head to your chest, patting his hair, yet muttered no word; He kept his earbuds in his ears, with no music turned on.

When he was ready to speak, you would encourage him and sooth away his anxieties, even hold his hand all the way to the arena entrance, calling him Champion and the mighty Wild Tiger.

His first match against Murobuchi Gozo was an easy one, though Tsuki remained humble as always.

For the free time left until the second round, you got to hang out with Sakura and her sister, Kaede, who worked for the Nogi Group.

Takeshi’s fight against Julius was rather scary to watch, especially as he got half of his face dragged against the cement of the arena ring, and later needed skin grafting.

Of course, not wanting to get his medical records disclosed, he remained with minimal first aid from you, and a lot of scolding for disregarding his well being.

Silly man.

You thought you’d gotten used to seeing your husband get the beating of his lifetime in the Kengan world, especially as he was sporting a ridiculously high record of over 300 matches and only two losses, but the Annihilation Tournament was on a whole other level.

His fight against the Mercenary Muteba was just as awful to watch, especially seeing Takeshi having to fake near-death, just to land a good blow on him and win his game.

You were the happiest when the mercenary gave up his match, as you were sure there will be more damage on Takeshi’s health...

Only for him to actually lose to Tokita Ohma.

What a monster that one was.

You began cheering on the guy, only for him to unfortunately lose to Master Kuroki.

At the end of the tournament, you were happy that Takeshi wasn’t too demoralised for losing and being unable to make his Uncle the Chairman of the Kengan Organisation.

The two of you spent the few next years finding ways for him to improve.

Almost three years later, Takeshi gets recruited to participate in a Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, and of course, Mr. Furumi gladly accepts Mr. Nogi’s proposal.

You find out all about the Worms, and realise the gravity of the situation, and hope you and your husband can take a step back when it comes to actively going out to hunt them.

You didn’t want to outright pursue terrorists and psychopaths like them - You really didn’t want to be a young widow after all.

You thought you’d witnessed all the crazy things in the world, but there were still things that shocked both of you, including the black and white centipede-tattooed Worms that infiltrated the Purgatory, Rolon’s statement that some might have infiltrated the Kengan scene also, the supposed brother of Meguro Masaki, Raian splitting Alan Wu in two, and the death of the Patriarch of the Kure Clan... And many more.

Though you were very against the cowardly Down and Ringout rules of the Purgatory, your husband didn’t end up losing to such a thing -

But he got in a perfect draw against the man called Fei Wangfang, who would end up succumbing to the monstrous injuries he received from Takeshi.

The two of you needed a long travel, away from Japan, to rewind and get your peace back, after so much chaos.

At least, thanks to Tokita Ohma, Kengan won!

Still, at the end of the day, your home still remained your safe haven, surrounded by all those precious memories you made together; And each other’s arms will continue being the places you both love the most.

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Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi... Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing... Being in a relationship with Kure Raian... Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi... Being in a relationship with Kano Agito... Being in a relationship with Gaolang Wongsawat... Being in a relationship with Gaoh Ryuki... Being in a relationship with Narushima Koga...

#kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura imagine #kengan ashura #kengan omega x reader #kengan omega imagine #kengan omega #wakatsuki takeshi #wakatsuki takeshi x reader #wakatsuki takeshi imagine #imai cosmo #kano agito #hatsumi sen #akiyama kaede #akiyama sakura #sekibayashi jun

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bokutosbiceps · 1 year

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Who do you think out of the Kengan cast are girl dads? Give your personal takes😝

okay okay okay okay. here are my personal takes + honestly they’re right so these are, in fact, law. i also included some kengan omega characters 😉

ps. the dudes that i left out, i believe, would not be a good father/i can't see them as a father or they would likely be closer to their son(s). for example, i can't really see gaolang as a father. he's a daddy, sure, + would be a top tier husband, but as a father i think he'd be super traditional + distant from his kids. raian, on the other hand, would likely see his kids only as "weapons" in the sense he wants to make them strong, but he'd also be closer w a son if he had a kid.

tokita ohma is a girl dad. he’d be anything his daughter wants him to be + he loves her to absolute death. he’d kill for her. he’ll raise her to be the biggest girl boss in the world + he’s incredibly proud of her, no matter what she decides to do. he’s not really great at the advice + wisdom part, but he’s very comforting + supportive.

narushima koga is a girl dad. he’s so afraid, though. he’s so afraid he’ll mess his daughter up or teach her the wrong things but his daughter loooooves him. he seriously can’t get away, not that he would want to though. they’re best friends + he adores her. would kill + die for her. also, her biggest hype man.

hatsumi sen is a girl dad. he knows how bad men can be + is suuuper protective of his little girl. he’s basically like her shadow, but not in a creepy way. if anyone messes with his daughter, they’re fucking dead. he’s also at the mercy of absolutely anything she wants. he spoils the absolute fuck outta her.

himuro ryo is a girl dad. he’s a girl dad in the way that he doesn’t really see the point of separation of the sexes + he believes that anything a guy can do, a girl can do just as well or even better. he will instill this confidence in his daughter + watch her take over the world. he’s her number one fan 🥺

jose kanzaki is a girl dad. kiind of like sekibayashi but to a much less degree. he’s the kinda girl dad that lets his daughter do absolutely whatever she wants + will back her 100%, especially if what she wants to do is in a male dominated field. he’s gonna help her bring down tHE FUCKING PATRIARCHY.

KANOH AGITO IS A GIRL DAD. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER HIS DAUGHTER WANTS HIM TO BE HE WILL TO THE ABSOLUTE BEST OF HIS ABILITY. FIND THIS MAN GIVING HIS DAUGHTER PIGGY BACK RIDES, SHOULDER RIDES, ETC ALL DAY EVERY DAY. HE WANTS TO LEARN HOW TO DO HER HAIR SO HE CAN BE USEFUL TO HER. HE WANTS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT SHE LIKES SO THEY CAN TALK EVEN MORE. HE WILL TRY HIS BEST TO GIVE HER ADVICE + HE WANTS TO SEE HER SUCCEED AT ANYTHING SHE PUTS HER MIND TO. ALSO. IF YOU MESS W HER YOU’RE GOING TO BE WIPED FROM EXISTENCE.

lihito is a girl dad. In a similar way to Sen, he knows how men can be + will be super protective of his daughter. BUT he’s kinda awkward around her. he sees are as such a precious little thing + is super scared of fucking it up. he loves her from afar though + is always always always there for her when she needs him.

mokichi robinson is a girl dad. need i say more?

muteba gizenga is a girl dad. he’s his daughter’s best fucking friend. they wreak havoc together. he teaches her everything he knows + is her biggest fucking fan. he’s a Grade A Dad.

SEKIBAYASHI JUN IS A FUCKING GIRL DAD. HE’S OUT HERE BEING THE BEST FRIEND, FATHER, TEACHER, IN THE WORLD. HE IS THE BEST DAD. HE’S SO WISE + SO CARING + SO PROTECTIVE. he’s never done a single thing wrong. i want him to be my father actually.

takayama minoru is a girl dad. he’s the sweetest w his daughter + she prefers him over everyone. so gentle + so kind. wow 🥺

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #tokita ohma #narushima koga #hatsumi sen #himuro ryo #jose kanzaki #kanoh agito #lihito #rihito #nakata ichiro #mokichi robinson #muteba gizenga #sekibayashi jun #takayama minoru

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karolinevassalor · 2 years

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Its been a while from this chapter, but still give me chills. The very thought of defeat Agito was nearly impossible yet Gensai managed and everyone was in shock.

Sen reaction my fav xD

#kengan ashura #manga #kanoh agito #hanafusa hajime #hatsumi sen #lihito #rihito #kure raian #ohma #wakatsuki takeshi #sekibayashi jun #kaneda suekichi #himuro ryo #kuroki gensai #akoya seishu #nikaido ren #Yamashita

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shinjisspouse · 5 months

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Ok so I’ve been getting really into writing lately so if you guys want should I make this a blog about x reader?

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misterbaritone · 2 days

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I like that we got some interactions besides the one teased by trailer. Namely Kureha and Hanafusa being old med school mates, Kaku Kaioh having some past encounter with Metsudo(they’re both old as shit!), and Shibukawa being annoyed with Sen. it’s pretty cool!

#baki son of ogre #kengan ashura #kureha shinogi #Hajime Hanafusa #Kaku Kaioh #Metsudo Katahara #Hatsumi Sen #Goki Shibukawa #anime #Netflix #shonen

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danielfs5 · 2 years

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KenganTober Day 24: Hatsumi Sen

#kengan ashura #hatsumi sen

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pwdr00 · 6 hours

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Baki Hanma vs. Kengan Ashura (Parte 1)

#baki hanma vs kengan ashura #biscuit oliva #goki shibukawa #sen hatsumi #seishu akoya #julius reinhold

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an7ma · 9 months

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Wahre Selbstverteidigung bedeutet, den der dich umbringen am nähsten an dich heranzulassen.

#kengan ashura #Sen Hatsumi

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kengan-daddies · 8 months

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Can I do a sen hatsumi x wife reader on that one part where he fights ohma and it’s about to get serious so reader steps into the room and breaks it up then introduces herself. (Btw been looking for people who write for kengan ashura your the first person I found don’t give up love the work you are doing😊🤗)

Thank you!! I wish this fandom had a bigger fan base, but then again the smaller it is the less toxic it is. So we'll just have to keep this anime afloat with just us lot. I'm also really excited to write this, not sure why, maybe it's Sen Hatsumi, or maybe it's because I can add him to my masterlist. Either way, I couldn't get this ask out of my mind.

I say his first name is Hatsumi and last name Sen, simply because of how everyone in the anime says it. Nogi calls him Sen Hatsumi and even Sayaka calls him Sen Hatsumi. But what really does it for me, is when she calls him Sen Hatsumi yet she calls Adam, Adam Dudely. When it's a Japanese person she calls them by their last name, but when they're not she calls them by their first name instead. So I assume his first name is Hatsumi.

Not sure if anyone cares, you can ignore this and go straight to the story, don't mind me rambling.

Hi, My Name is Sen Hatsumi x Wife Reader

Hi, My Name Is Sen Hatsumi X Wife Reader

Hi, My Name Is Sen Hatsumi x Wife Reader

Anime : Kengan Ashura Character : Sen Hatsumi Warning : Violence

You just pulled up in your car, parking in a parking spot labeled 'Reserve Parking.' You were pulling your keys out of the ignition, picking up your purse as you dropped your keys into it. You put it on your shoulder before you reach over and you picked up a bento box, sighing as you open your car door. 'Hatsumi... What would you do without me?... You forgot your lunch, again.' You thought as you shook your head, you walked up to the building and pulled open the glass doors, the receptionist nodded her head at you and you nodded back in return, heading over to the elevator, you pressed the up button and waited patiently for the elevator doors to open.

'I wonder why he was in such a rush... Maybe because he wasn't expecting such a sudden call from Mr. Nogi yesterday... He did mess up pretty badly the last time, he slept in on one of his matches, making him lose by 'Default forfeiting.'... That damn Hatsumi.' You thought as the doors opened, you stepped in, pressing the N button on the panel. You felt the elevator vibrating as your stomach and brain slightly swayed. You sighed as you looked down at the bento box.

It was white with big hearts all over it, and you smiled fondly at it. 'Oh, Hatsumi... You big romantic dork.' You thought as the elevator stopped and you stepped off as soon as the doors opened, you walked down the hall, seeing another receptionist at the end of the hall. He smiled at you as he pressed a button and you smiled back as you pushed open the doors, the bright light made you squint some but it didn't take long for you to adjust, the sound of talking and grunting could be heard and you blinked away the brightness as your eyes focused in on the situation.

At the desk stood Nogi, he didn't look too good as he held his throat, hunched over, to his right there were two peoples one of whom you recognized as Akiyama Kaede, but the frail-looking old man you didn't, they seemed to be staring at something, you looked over and you sighed. Sen seemed to be in some kind of dodge fest as he moved with ease out of the way of a young man's hits. He looked angry... 'No doubt it was something Hatsumi said.' You thought with an eye roll.

You stepped in, letting the door close behind you quietly as you placed your hands on your hips. "Hatsumi Sen, what in the world do you call yourself doing?" You scolded. Akiyama, the man, and Nogi all looked over at you. "What?" The older man said, a confused look on his face. Akiyama gave a small smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Sen, it's been a while." She said. The man looked over at her. "Mrs. Sen... so does that mean?..." He asked as he looked back over at you. "That's right, she's Sen Hatsumi's wife." Nogi said as he rubbed his throat. The older man looked over at you in shock. "A wife?... I would've never guessed that he would even be married." He said.

You ignored them, your glare locked on Sen. He looked over at you as he continued to dodge the young man's hits. "OH!! HEY BABE!! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE!?" He said, his eyes gleaming in excitement. You kept your glare as you held up the bento box, he smiled when he saw it. "Oh!! I forgot my bento again huh? What would I do wi-" He cut off when your glare hardened and he gave a nervous chuckle. He dodged another hit from the young man as he zoomed next to you, a sheepish smile on his face as he stood next to you. You turned towards him, your glare still remaining.

"Ummm... I love you." He said timidly. You reached up, your fingers pinching his ear as you pulled him down to your height. "OWW!! BABE!!" He complained. "Shut it!! I don't know what's going on, or why you're over here picking a fight with this young man, but whatever the case may be, grow up." You scolded. He winced as he grabbed your wrist lightly, a small smile on his face. "I was protecting Mr. Nogi, the kid had him by the throat and I had to save him, ya know?" He explained. You stared down at him a little longer before you shot your glare over at Nogi.

He gave a slight sweat drop as he eyed you nervously. 'Way to go, Sen, you just had to rope me into your mess.' He thought. "It's true... Ohma here wasn't happy with my decision so he took it upon himself to attack me out of spite... Sen was just doing his job was all." He explained. You stared at him for a moment before you looked over at the young man named 'Ohma', seeing his displeased glare and you sighed as you let Sen's ear go. He stood up straight with a relieved sigh. "WHOO!! THANKS BOSS MAN!! YOU'RE A LIFESAVER!!" He shouted happily as he gave Nogi a thumbs up. Nogi gave him an annoyed stare in return.

You shook your head as you placed his bento box down on the table in the center of the room, you looked back up to speak with Sen but he was already gone, you looked around and you seen him standing next to the older man and Akiyama. "I overslept 9 times, skipped out 4 times, and twice it slipped my mind, for a total of 15 loses." He explained as he wrapped his arm around Akiyama giving her a hug. "I'm so happy Kaede, I didn't know you were this interested in me." He said. She struggled against him as she shot her complaints. "Do you know what the Nogi's group has gone through, no thanks to you?" She said. "Are you busy after this?" He asked.

A shoe came flying at them, hitting him square in the face, making everyone near him jump back in shock. "A- a shoe?... But where did that come from?" The older man asked. They all looked at the shoe before they looked over at you. Your glare returned full force as you glared at Sen. He gave a chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh right... married." He said. Akiyama rolled her eyes and the older man stared at him in shock. Your nostrils flared as you pulled off your other shoe, and threw it at him, he ducked in time as the shoe flew over his head. "Damn babe, nice throw." He said as he gave you a thumbs up. "HEY!!" Came a loud growl-like yell. You all looked over at Ohma. "Uh oh, was I screwing around a bit too much?" Sen said.

You all stared at Ohma, seeing him turning a pale red, veins building from his arms and face as he body seemed to vibrate. "Did I make you wanna kill me?" Sen said, you looked over at him, your glare dying down to a look of concern. "Hatsumi... You shouldn't be provoking him right now... I don't think he's playing around." You said. He smirk, as he stepped away from Akiyama and the older man, ready for the challenge. "Don't worry about it babe, I got this." He said. Ohma glared up at him, as he snarled. Hatsumi walked forward. "Alright well, you asked for it, don't get mad if you end up dead." He said.

You stepped forward, intercepting him as you stood in front of him. "Hatsumi, I think that's enough..." You said. He didn't look down at you, his eyes focused on Ohma. "You can say that all day, but he's still going to attack... You might wanna move, I think he's about to pounce." He said, before you could look around, the sound of an angry grunt sounded, and your shoulders were grabbed, as you were moved out of the way, you fell back over the back of the small couch and you landed on the cushion. "Oof!!" You grunted. You opened your eyes, seeing Akiyama and the older man standing over you. "Are alright, Mrs. Sen?" He asked as he tried to help you up, you sat up with his help, sitting backward on the couch as you watched the fight take a more serious turn...By the time you had corrected yourself, Sen and Ohma had backed away from each other. "Well, whatever, I'm quite confident in my own speed as well. Shall we go at it then? A speed comparison?" Sen asked as he stood casually, but it went unanswered as Ohma charged in.

"HATSUMI LOOK OUT!!" You shouted in worry as you leaned on the back of the couch. But you went ignored as they blocked each other's hits, circling around the room as they moved like blurs. It came to a stop after Ohma threw a kick and they stepped back from each other. "Hmm, so you're able to control the flow of power... You're using, the Niko style." He said. Your brow twitched at the name, having heard of the name before from Sen. "The Niko style?" Nogi asked, his question went ignored as Sen continued to speak. "Except that's a little strange, I thought they said that the Niko style died off after the first generation." He said, his brain running through the information that he's been told over the years.

Ohma didn't seem to take it lightly that Sen even knew of the name Niko, as he dashed forward toward Sen, his hand grabbing Sen's neck as he pushed him toward the wall. "HATSUMI!!" You screamed as you jumped over the couch, the older man reached for you but he missed as he fell on the couch. You ran towards them, your hands grabbing Ohma's arm as you pulled on it. 'He's so hot, it's like his blood is boiling.' You thought as you yanked on his arm, trying to get him off of Sen. But your efforts went ignored as they spoke.

"DON'T YOU DARE EVER SPEAK OF NIKO AGAIN!!" Ohma shouted as he put more pressure on Sen's throat. "NO!!" You yelled as your squeezed your way in between them, your back against Sen's chest as you pushed on Ohma's. "GET OFF OF HIM!!" You shouted. "Did I strike a nerve by bringing up that subject?" Sen asked in a teasing voice. You were suddenly eased aside by Sen's arm, as he pushed back against Ohma, a glare in his eyes as he stared back at him. "But you know... You're getting ahead of yourself, little brat." He said, his demeanor getting serious. You stepped to the side as you stared on, helpless.

It all came to an end when Nogi suddenly spoke up. "ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!!" He shouted, making everyone jump as they all looked over at him. "Ohma, this matter is already settled, The Nogi's group representative competitor for the tournament will be, Sen Hatsumi." He spoke as he fixed his tie. Everyone stared on, silent as they waited, Ohma's body seemed to relax and his skin went back to normal as he let go of Sen as he looked over at Nogi calmly. "Alright I understand, then why don't I finish things right no-" He was cut off when Nogi spoke once more. "HOWEVER!!" Nogi shouted over Ohma, making him quiet down. Everyone looked over at him while you walked up to Sen, your hands checking his neck as you rubbed his shoulder. He smiled down at you as he gave you a thumbs up and you relaxed.

"I have no problem with you securing your entry into the tournament , through your own efforts." Nogi said. Everyone looked at him in question. "Confused? Well, in all honesty, this plan does require the cooperation of a certain kind of person." He said through a chuckle. He looked over at the older man. "Yamashita, come here." He ordered. You all looked over at the older man in question. "Me?... Sure" He asked as he pointed at himself, his mind seeing like he was still processing everything as he slowly walked over to Nogi. Once in front of him, Nogi chuckled as he placed a hand on his shoulder. "I think you should become an employee for, the Kengan association." He said as he gave him a thumbs up.

Everyone stayed quiet as they all watched Yamashita grow more and more nervous as the reality of it all sat in. Akiyama walked up to voice her complaints. "What? Hold on, what are you talking about chairman? He couldn't possibly be a Kengan employee." She said. Nogi looked over at her, a knowing smile on his face. "Oh Akiyama, you still have so much to learn. If you think about it, in business there are outs everywhere you look. Becoming a Kengan association employee is essentially proof of being a first-class businessman... For that reason, everyone and their sister wants to desperately take a stab at becoming a member. Under the authority of the Kengan association, there are often unofficial matches, held by members with their memberships on the line. Their aim is to collect the required challenge fees." He explained.

Yamashita looked on in fear as he asked nervously. "Unoffical?" Nogi leaned back on his desk as he got comfortable, continuing to explain it all to Yamashita. "They're called 'unoffical', but the referee is provided by the Kengan association. In essence, it's a Kengan association challenge match. Oh, and by the way, the challenge fee is 100,000,000 yen." He said. Yamashita looked on in shock as he couldn't believe the price, hell even you couldn't believe it, but you could careless as you walked over to where you threw your shoes earlier, picking them up as you placed them back on, before you walked over back to Sen, he smiled at you as you leaned on your toes, your hand on his chest to keep you from falling as you placed a kiss on his cheek. He placed a hand on the small of your back as you pulled back. You wagged your finger at him as you glared.

'Don't get into any more trouble.' That is what it meant. He smiled, knowing what you were saying as he gave you a wink and a thumbs up. 'I'll try, but no promises.'.. You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, opening the doors as you left the room. You sighed as you exited. "Damn, that was one hell of a drop-off." You said as you walked down the hall back towards the elevator. You pressed the down button, as you waited patiently for the doors to open, a small fond smile on your face. 'He better be lucky I love him.' You thought as you stepped on the elevator, the doors closing as you giggled to yourself.

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popawritter12 · 2 months

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Amo tus escritos! Estaba buscando algo así desde hace mucho.

Quería preguntarte- ¿A qué yanderes les importaría tu consentimiento y a quienes no?

Si te hace sentir incómodx escribir algo así, puedes ignorarme.

Author's note: Anon, ¿puedo decirte que te amo?

ADORO ESTA IDEA, Y SIEMPRE LA QUISE HACER PERO NO ENCONTRABA UN BUEN CONTEXTO, PERO ¿EL CONSENTIMIENTO? DIOS QUE BUENA IDEA.

/english: Anon, can I tell you that I love you?

I LOVE THIS IDEA, AND I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT I DIDN'T FIND A GOOD CONTEXT, BUT CONSENT? GOD WHAT A GOOD IDEA.

Also, thank you so much for your very original request <3<3<3!!!

So, with your amazing idea, let me open a new series of posts that I have long needed to do.

It will be called

“In each situation, how would this Yandere react?”

In this case, let's start with 5 archetypes: -Is not interested in your consent. -It's important, but in an extreme case may not need it. -Thinks it is important only in sex. -Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick. -Does not understand what consent is

And, since you didn't specify which fandom, I'm going to list some of the ones I'm in! <3

Let's start with the soft.

Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick.

League of Legends

Alistar, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Ivern, Kalista, Kassadin, Maokai, Nautilus, Rakan, Shen, Soraka, Taric, Wukong, Yone, Karma.

Kengan Ashura

Yoshinari Karo, Haruo Kono, Jun Sekibayashi (<3<3), Mikazuchi Rei, Mokichi Robinson, Suekichi Kaneda, Agito Kanoh.

Stardew Valley

Krobus, Willy, Linus.

Team Fortress 2

Engineer.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Erina, Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, William Zeppelin.

Part 2: Smokey, Wamu.

Part 3: Joseph Joestar

Part 4: Tonio, Reimi Sugimoto, Koichi,

Part 5: Doppio.

Part 6: Foo Fighters

Part 7:Lucy Steel.

Demon Slayer

Ozaki, Genya, Nezuko, Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Gyutaro, Gyomei, Tamayo and Yushiro

TMNT: MM

Mikey (<3) April.

Mortal Kombat 1

Liu Kang, Geras, Smoke, Baraka, Asharh,

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

BladeWolf.

Thinks it is important only in sex

League of Legends

Akshan, Aphelios, Camille, Ekko, Ezreal, Darius, Hwei, Illaoi, K'sante, Leona, Nilah, Pantheon, Pyke, Riven, Ryze, Yoeick, Yasuo, Xhin Zhao, Sarah Fortune, Taliyah, Ornn, Tryndamere, Nami, Janna, Kai'sa, Kindred (sheep), Senna, Udyr, Varus, Garen, Lee Sin, Master Yi.

Kengan Ashura

Kaolan Wongsawat, Saw Paing Yoroizuka, Gensai Kuroki, Ryo Inaba, Seishu Akoya, Takeru Kiohzan, Jerry Tyson, Niko Tokita, Adam Dudley, Ren Nikaido, Takeshi Wakatsuki, Ryo Himuro, Marvelous Seki, and Ichiro Nakata.

Stardew Valley

Maru, Emily, Marnie, Sandy, Caroline, Harvey, Robin, Marlon, Rasmodius, Clint.

Team Fortress 2

Heavy, Scout, Soldier and Spy.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Lisa Lisa, Joseph Joestar,

Part 3: Kakyoin, Avdol, N'doul, Mariah, Hol Horse.

Part 4: Shigechi, Jotaro, Okuyasu.

Part 5: Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo, Risotto Nero, Pesci, Trish Una, Squalo, Tiziano

Part 6: Hermes, Weather Report.

Part 7. Gyro, Hot Pants, Funny Valentine, Pocoloco.

Demon Slayer

Giyu, Yorichi, Kyojuro, Urokodaki, Kanae, Kagaya Ubayashiki, Kanao, Muichiro, Obanai, Akaza, Sabito, Murata.

TMNT MM

Leonardo and Donatello.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kung Lao, Raiden, Syzoth, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Sindel, Li Mei,

Metal Gear Rising

Armstrong, Boris, Sam, Raiden, Courtney, Kevin.

It is important, but in an extreme case could “forget” about it

League of Legends

Ahri, Akali, Azir, Caitlyn, Fiora, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Jayce, Kayle, Kayn, Morgana, Quinn, Rell, Sett, Shyvana, Sona, Swain, Sylas, Twisted Fate, Luxana, Vayne, Victor, Xayah, Zeri, Alune, Olaf, Seraphine, Ashe, Diana, Lucian, Nasus, Sivir, Talon.

Kengan Ashura

Cosmo Imai, Tokita Ohma, Muteba Gizenga, Sen Hatsumi, Naoya Ohkubo, Keizaro Sawada, Julius Reinhold, Sen Hatsumi,

Stardew Valley

Abigail, Alex, Elliot, Gunther, Haley, Leah, Kent, Jody, Penny, Sebastian, Sam and Shane.

Team Fortress 2

Demoman and Sniper.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Straizo.

Part 2: Stroheim, Esidisi. Caesar Zeppelin

Part 3: Polnareff, Jotaro, Vanilla Ice.

Part 4: Josuke, Yuya Fungami, Rohan,

Part 5: Mista, Ghiaccio, Narancia, Abaccio, Prosciutto.

Part 6: Anasui, Jolyne, Pucci.

Part 7: Dio, Jhonny Joestar.

Demon Slayer

Zenitsu, Kokushibo, Sanemi, Uzui, Daki, Shinjuro.

TMNTMM

Raphael.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kitana, Mileena, Kuai Liang and Rain.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Sundower, Moonson.

Is not interested in your consent

League of Legends

Aatrox, Bel'veth, Brand, Cassiopeia, Draven, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Graves, Jhin, Katarina, KKhartus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Nidalee, Quiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Sejuani, Singed, Syndra, Thresh, Urgot, Vi, Virgo, Vladimir, Xerath, Zyra, Tham Kench, Malzahar.

Kengan Ashura

Karla Kure, Raian Kure, Setsuna Kiryu, Hajime Hanafusa and Yohei Bando.

Stardew Valley

Mr. Qi and Morris.

Team Fortress 2

Medic.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio .

Part 2: Kars.

Part 3: Dio, Mariah, D'Arby,

Part 4: Yoshikage Kira, Yukako, Akira Otoishi,

Part 5: Cioccolata, Melone, Formaggio, Illuso.

Demon Slayer

Douma, Enmu, Muzan, Shinobu, Gyokko, Hantengu, Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Zobakuten, Uzami, Nakime and Kaigaku,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

Bi Han, Shao Kang, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Reiko and Havik.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Mistral

Don't know the concept of consent

League of Legends

Briar, Dr.Mundo, Galio, Gwen, Hecarim, Jinx, Lillia, Neeko, Orianna, Rek'sai, Rengar, Shaco, Sion, Skarner, Trundle, Vel'koz, Volibear, Warwick, Zac, Aurelion Sol.

Kengan Ashura

(none)

Stardew Valley

(none)

Team Fortress 2

(none)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Santana.

Part 4: Mikitaka.

Part 5:Secco.

Demon Slayer

Inosuke,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

(none)

CON ESTO TERMINAMOS

Fue hermoso, espero que les haya gustado leer esta pequeña lista salida d mi creatividad y del pedido de este anon ;)

/ english

WITH THIS WE END

It was beautiful, I hope you liked reading this little list from my creativity and this anon's request ;)

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darkdevasofdestruction · 1 year

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Chapter 18 - Le Petit Empereur

"Miss Kisara, are you safe?" Kiryu asked, gently placing his hand on her shoulders. "We should be safe here, but you should go and hide just in case." "What is going on, Setsuna?" the change in his personality was a complete 180 from the psychopathic pervert that was so desperate to have Ohma acknowledge him as his eternal rival and lover... Or something close enough that would have them both kill each other at the end. "There's danger in the stadium. I have to go back and evacuate the others." he actually seemed... Caring. Still, there was something weird, almost delusional about him. "Please, be careful. The enemy is incredibly powerful and it's Ohma he wants." "...The Tiger's Vessel again?" she muttered, confused as she thought that weirdo was dead already - Or at least, close to that. "Setsuna. You're injured." Kisara pointed out, noticing the blood soaking his white shirt sleeve, and leaking down from his hand, and drenching the grass. "Don't worry about me. I have to go... Get Miss Shion and Tomoko... And Mr. Yamashita too. If only I had some way to stop him..." Setsuna kept mumbling to himself, and his body was twitching, losing balance even. He seemed even more unstable than before. "Hey, Setsuna - Calm down a bit. You look troubled. Come on, talk to me, what's going on?" but in the very moment that Kisara extended her hand towards the man, hoping to give back the very same pleasantry that he had graced her with, under the guise of benevolent saving and caring for - He turned abruptly and attempted to attack her with his special move. Kisara wasn't expecting this, and she immediately stepped back, trying to turn and activate the indestructible, though she had no idea if it would even work - But she was saved. "I found you, Kiryu Setsuna. I won't let you have your way anymore." it was Ohma - Her saviour, as always, though the red head had no idea how he was able to find her... Or, rather, how had he any idea that she had gone missing. "Are you going to defend your own defiler?!" the opponent's voice was dark and low, ominous even. "I thought he was unstable before, but he's beyond comprehension now. He said he was going to save me and his employer... Because you're in danger. I think he believes the guy who was the master of the guardian with the whole Tiger's Vessel gimmick is on this island." the man grunted in understanding. "He's been broken for a long, long time now." Ohma said, easily parrying Setsuna's move, not even exerting any bit of effort. "You rotate your arm from the elbow down when you use that technique. Did you forget already? I figured it out ten years ago." Kiryu was shrieking, livid, to the point that Kisara was sure his throat must be raw and bleeding. "WHY?!!! WHY ARE YOU PROTECTING TOKITA NIKO??!!!" "It's been ten years and you're still not making any goddamn sense. Listen. Niko's not around anymore." Ohma enlightened him. "Wh-What...? What are you saying, Ohma?! Tokita Niko's right there behind you! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, OHMA?!" he looked like such a pitiful man, broken beyond repair. Ohma glanced back at his lover, and let out an amused scoff - Though her hair was still a bit messy, the brush in her hand, she almost sported the same hairstyle as Niko, though it wasn't tied down. She also had, very often, that leisure confidence emanating through her, just like her master - It had once annoyed Ohma, yet now, he looked fondly at these similarities. "Stand back, Hasashi Kisara. I'm probably the one that made him this way." he nodded at her before taking a step forward. "It's time to end our destiny."

But Kiryu was still beyond any capacity of rational thinking, recalling the old times, even going as far as to beg Ohma to kill him. So desperately. Though he pleaded to have his life ended, Kiryu fought to kill Ohma, using his Koei style to perfection, even using some of Tokita's own moves... Or was Ohma the one who copied them? Using the Niko style and switching between Katas at a rapid pace, he combined the Flame and Adamantine moves, going for a Redirection tactic next, only to follow up with a Flame hit again. Setsuna was still up, pitying Ohma for being under Tokita Niko's spell. It was now that Ohma recalled that Niko actually died to save him, not because he was weak. Ohma was under the strong influence of the Possessing Spirit, and he had Setsuna up by the neck, ready to snap it. Niko tried to stop him from going berserk, and though he succeeded, he was left severely injured, succumbing to his injuries after fighting Kiryu's master, as his wounds hadn't healed yet.

But Setsuna kept saying that Niko survived, only to contradict himself by claiming he was the one to kill Niko - And then, he admitted to seeing Ohma as his God and make him angry enough to incur his wrath. Setsuna added another man to the equation - This 'He' that taught Ohma the Advance. The real evil. This monster beat Ohma and forced the 'God' into him. The Possessing Spirit. That's how he became the Tiger's Vessel. Though Ohma had no idea of this 'Real Niko' 's identity, he suspected he had to be connected to Tokita Niko in some way, esecially as they shared similar techniques.

It turns out Setsuna trained under this guy and he knows some truth. Tokita and this monster had trained together, but the 'fake' killed his companions and vanished. Setsuna was trained at first by this 'Real Niko', then got sent to his future master, Taira Genzan, though this man had no idea who the 'Real Niko' was. Dubious. Kiryu had mastered two styles by the time he turned 16. Three years later, Ohma desperately tried to search and kill the bastard who cursed him with the Advance, only to be found by Setsuna - They fought, only for Ohma to receive a Rakshasa's Palm to the heart, instantly activating the Advance and making him go on a rampage. It was then that Niko came and put an end to the Advance, saving Ohma from dying from the strain.

According to Setsuna, Niko and the Real Niko both fought to the death - But then, what about the guardian who spoke of the Tiger's Vessel? Something wasn't adding up. Setsuna's words were incomprehensible, completely nonsensical, and he was even punching the air and arguing, belittling with some invisible entity... Was he hallucinating Niko?

"I feel no hatred for him. I feel nothing but pity. Meeting that son of a bitch who calls himself 'The Real Niko' fucked up his entire life. Kiryu Setsuna was just being used by him. Hasashi Kisara, stand back. I was saved by Niko. Now it's my turn to do the saving." Ohma got in a stance, finally serious abought the fight. "Alright. Be careful." she encouraged him briefly, watching the fight between the two eternal rivals.

Though Ohma took blow after blow, he ended up retaliating with ease, and even went as far as to use the Water Kata, technique which he used to hate before. He had achieved such fantastic speed that even Setsuna was surprised. But the fact that the Real Niko forced the Possessing Spirit on Ohma... Meant that... "Ohma, Setsuna must know the Advanced too!" he cried out in realisation. Setsuna tried to block the blows using his own iteration of the Indestructible, yet it was to no avail, thus, he was forced to put some distance. Tokita didn't let him. Instead, he tripped him with the Weeping Willow then tackled him with the Raging Fire move before throwing more blows to him. Kiryu dislocated his own shoulder to escape Ohma's hold and jumping away, he activated his Advance, just as Kisara predicted... But it wasn't quite the Advance. It was the form he used when fighting Nikaido Ren. Some kind of demon form, he says.

"I'll gladly fall to Demonhood, if it means restoring your Godhood." he fancied himself such a martyr, though he was able to hurt Ohma now. However, even with this secret technique of his, he couldn't turn the tables - That's how much damage Setsuna had accumulated. More, the longer he used the Fallen Demon form, the more brain damage he got. He had transcended beyond even his own irrationality - His only goal was to activate Ohma's Advance and die - Hence why Ohma was easily able to predict his move and repelled it. "I knew you'd do that." with that sentence alone, Ohma destroyed Setsuna's whole psyche. "Wh-Why... Why... Why are you still in that form...? You were supposed to become a God again... WHY?!" he shrieked from the ground on which he was laying so pitifully.

Ohma defeated Setsuna using the very same techniques that the man he hated the most created, and with one last hit, he suppressed the autonomic nervous system. The hallucinations were after-effects from overusing the Fallen Demon, so at least now, though they won't heal, they at least won't degenerate further. Ohma looked for one last time at Kiryu Setsuna, before turning around and walking back towards the dome - Only to fall to his knees and cough some blood. In a flurry, Kisara threw herself by his side and wrapped her arms around him. "Shit. He landed a good one at the very end. I couldn't redirect all of it." the man grumbled from the pain. "Ohma... You're really going to die if you continue. Setsuna is defeated, you regained your memories... What else do you want to accomplish?" the man smiled cockily, gazing at the beautiful girl supporting him and holding up steady. "Sorry, but you gotta let me have my way for two more matches. I want to prove the Niko Style's power... OUR power..." his confidence would have been contagious, were it not for Kisara's heart shattering. His hand found its way cupping her face, and with his thumb, he wiped away the single tear that had escaped, though he smeared a bit of blood. "Let's go, Hasashi Kisara, it's about time for our match. I have to show off too. My girlfriend had such a good fight, I can't fall behind, right?" though his lip was busted and blood was dripping down his chin, he pulled her into a deep kiss, neither minding the taste of iron. "Well... I did say I was going to support you. I didn't expect it would be so literal. But... Ohma... You've already made me... Yamashita... Niko proud. Don't forget that, okay?" her voice was uncharacteristically soft and weak - He hated seeing her like this, especially knowing it was him, the cause of it. Still, he had some consolation knowing that she was going to be fine, no matter what happens to him. She was now the CEO of her family's corporation, so she was filthy rich and could afford to follow her dream of travelling the world... Even if it is without him. She also made a ton of friends with just about most of the fighters, Raian included.

Hatsumi was a good man, and he was obviously protective of the girl - He taught her so well in those years. He made Kisara the fighter she is now. Wakatsuki, the man he is going to fight just now, was her best friend, who helped Kisara become financially stable and helped her in taking her path as a fighter. She relied so often on him, his advice, his kindness, that Ohma was almost annoyed, hearing about Takeshi every damn day. Imai Cosmo, the Grappler King, reminded Kisara of her mischievous side, he even became a sort of little brother for her. He would be a good help for her, for ground fights and grappling, especially considering his small posture. Gaolang was also a good teacher, Ohma though, recalling the special technique that Kisara used in her fight, and even the few Muay Thai elbow hits she landed on that colossal man - He was a good addition to her friend group. The peanut gallery was also a cheerful group that could make her forget about her pains and sorrows - It would do her well to hang around such an easy going and jovial bunch. Hopefully, Raian is actually serious about Kisara and isn't just obsessed with her, the way Karla is. No doubt, Kisara would be able to put him at respect. Ohma wants her to find someone strong, to protect her, but also cherish and lover her as if she's more important than the Sun itself. She deserved that, and ever more. And then, there's Kano Agito, the man whom Ohma did not expect Kisara to befriend, let alone train with. In a brief evening conversation, she had mentioned promising him to take him to see the world and experience the real life - He had no clue what video games and movies were. At least she won't be alone when following her dreams.

If only he could be there with her.

Tokita Ohma lived for fighting, and would eventually succumb to fighting, he was well aware of that - Yet leaving Hasashi Kisara will forever remain his only regret.

By the time they returned to the dome, they were informed the semifinals were delayed by two hours, so Ohma could get treated by Hanafusa. He realised that it was Katahara Retuso, the man they encountered just as they left the spot where Setsuna was lying down - Kiryu had killed three of his men - And they told him the details of what happened while fighting against him. It was his way of thanking them. The Chairman's son was really nice, just like his sister. Hanafusa adviced Ohma to get some rest - But did Ohma ever rest? Of course not. With his arm around Kisara's shoulder, he pulled her for a walk around the corridors, only to find Wakatsuki taking a soda from a vending machine. All three were surprised to encounter each other like that - Yet Takeshi got a soda for the other two also, and they sat down on the couch.

"You know, now that I think about it, we've never talked before, have we? How ironic." Takeshi was the first to speak up, as Tokita and Kisara thanked him for the soda. "You're pretty badly injured." "So are you." Ohma agreed, chugging down the soda. "Well done, Kisara." "I really did nothing." she chuckled at the remark. "That was not - Nothing. I did not expect such a good fight. You did very well." Kisara could only chuckle in embarrassment, raking her fingers through her hair. "Now, now, you two, stop flattering me like that. I've got a lot to learn." she admitted, and the other two hummed in agreement. "One of us might die in the next match." the Tiger was solemn about his notice. "Well, it's a match. these things happen." Ohma seemed completely unbothered. "This match is fixed. Our bosses both support Mr. Nogi. The smartest thing to do would be for one of us to step aside... This was my boss's decision, so I don't plan on opposing him. I only put forward one condition - That I would be the one to advance to the finals." Ohma looked with a certain annoyance at Wakatsuki - But Kisara shot up to her feet, turning to face her best friend. "Takeshi. I'm disappointed in you." his jaw dropped and eyes widened - He was bewildered by what he was hearing. "First of all, you are underestimating how much Yamashita Kazuo cares of Ohma. He knows Ohma wants to fight. He won't be swayed by absolutely anything. The Yamashita Trading Corp won't forfeit under any circumstance." she explained simply, making Tokita smirk at her. She knew what was up. "Secondly... A true fighter doesn't care for political problems. A true fighter does just that - Fight. The one who bests the other advances to the finals. The one who deserves to become a finalist will become just that. So... Takeshi. You are my best friend. I'm going to cheer for you, yes... But at the end of the day... Whether you win or lose, is entirely up to your skills. I have fought you once, I know you are strong - But can you defeat Ohma? I can't tell. Do you even deserve to be in the finals?" Wakatsuki was never on the receiving end of her harshness or scolding - He felt weird. Tokita, next to him, got up and put his arm around his girlfriend, smirking in pride at her. "Just as she said, Wakatsuki Takeshi. I'm not stepping aside for anyone. Let's settle this our own way." he chuckled, walking away. Takeshi looked at the two - Seeing them together, made him realise why Kisara liked Tokita Ohma so much. He was a man worth her time. "Yeah. I guess that's our only choice." he smiled, almost nervously, though there was nobody to see it.

Two hours passed so quickly, and now, the semifinals were to finally begin. Ohma looked down at his girlfriend and stole the lucky charm kiss before entering the arena. She needed more reassurance than him. Standing in from of Wakatsuki, in the arena, made Ohma realise why he was so overhyped, to the point that the crowd was cheering only for him - And even dissing the Fang, who had once defeated him. He recalls his fight against Kisara - She must have had such a tough job, going against this scary guy, realising, after four years, that her best friend is actually super creepy and intimidating. His pressure was different than Kure Raian's, and even completely different than Kiryu Setsuna's. The closest thing to it... Is Niko's. It's the pure pressure of a man who's incredibly strong. These types are the toughest to handle.

Guys who are simply strong are uncontrollable once they let loose, and he's so powerful, I should assume I'll lose if he lands a direct hit on me. He must have gone easy at some point when fighting against Kisara - Surely, he wouldn't actually want to murder her - Though those Blast Cores seemed the real deal. Ohma can't let him take the initiative. His style's full contact karate, so he's gonna want to get close. His range is even smaller compared to other styles.

The ref called for them to take their stances, and immediately, Wakatsuki took the basic Karate stance, letting out a war roar that startled the whole auditorium. Ohma realised that, by the way he shifted his stance, there was something off with his right eye. He'll eventually have to put out his left eye in his first rush. Hit and run tactics should do him well for most of the match. He had to keep his distance.

Wakatsuki delivered the first blow - But he can recover from this, using a Redirection Kata move. He didn't fall down as expected - He kept himself strong, and landed an even stronger hit to his side - Tokita managed to parry it with his forearm, but the fluffy of lower punches was overwhelming him. He can't block all the damage with his indestructible - How the hell did Kisara mess with him for so long? His blows were heavier than Raian's - No wonder she wanted to train with him in combat. If his indestructible was at a 10, Wakatsuki Takeshi's power would be 5 times more. Ohma was finally able to create some distance, yet Takeshi followed up, throwing a jab at him while he was running away. Ohma was send flying away, sliding across the ground for about half the arena. But the Tiger didn't follow up, probably not wanting to take chances against the grappling that took down the Grappler King.

Ohma could use every second of rest he can get, he thought, realising that he miscalculated the range and movement of a guy weighting almost 200 kg. His forearms were destroyed though - He had no way of counting on the indestructible anymore. So that's why Kisara could only take one Blast Core before completely crumbling down. It looked as though he'd go down before he can put his other eye out. Ohma took a ground stance, one knee to the ground while the other was flexed - He was preparing himself, looking as if he was about to draw a sword from a stone, like King Arthur. Seeing as Ohma wasn't moving, Wakatsuki rushed in - Kisara has only seen this technique used once. Demon's Bane. Though nobody could properly see what had happened, Ohma was almost completely lying down, coughing blood, whilst Wakatsuki had flown away, and he was sitting on the ground, shocked that his shoulder was screwed.

The two fighters eventually shot back to their feet and took their stances. Wakatsuki moved in, delivering a kick to his liver - Lucky Ohma, he used the indestructible that saved his liver from rupturing on the spot... But the damage was evidently massive. Takeshi followed up, not giving any time to rest - Ohma was able to evade all of his monstrous punches, and though he tried to hit back even from his blind spot, it seemed that Wakatsuki adapted to seeing out of one eye. He got hit again, this time, in the stomach, and arm, and more - Wakatsuki acknowledged Tokita from the bottom of his heart. He truly is a strong opponent - He should be proud of being defeated by Wakatsuki Takeshi himself! Takeshi unleashed a storm of continuous low kicks to the point that his leg was all screwed - How long can he last in this condition? If he takes his left leg, he couldn't even attempt another counter demon's bane. Can he do it? Can he somehow pull a miracle run an win this?

"FUCK HIM UP, OHMA!" the man heard his girlfriend scream at him. "HANG IN THERE!!! OHMA!!!" Yamashita Kazuo followed up. It was just like in his fight against Raian, the two were cheering on him, supporting him all the way through. "ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP, OHMA!" he heard Kisara follow up. "DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU WERE GONNA WIN?! PLEASE, WIN FOR ME, OHMA!!!" Yamashita Kazuo, too, continued. Those two were really something else. He didn't deserve them.

Watch me, Hasashi Kisara, Yamashita Kazuo - He thought to himself, landing a kick to his organs - But it didn't phase the colossus who retaliated with a shower of rushes - Until he was able to grab ahold of the back of his head, and pulling him forwards, he kicked him painfully hard, continuing with a ton of hits above Ohma's guard. This wasn't Karate, or anything of the sort. It was a desperation that could only be achieved against a strong enemy whom you fear.

Wakatsuki had no clue how the demon's bane worked, so he was more careful with his attack - He threw a left punch as a bluff, and after knocking his upper body off balance, he threw a right straight.

The whole stadium was silent, waiting for the dust to dissipate. On the ground, laying down, unconscious, there was Wakatsuki Takeshi. Ohma was barely able to get up on his feet. He was wobbly, exhausted, huffing and huffing. Like a beast, Wakatsuki's upper body jolted up like the body of Frankenstein's monster - Contorting all the way to stand up once more. With a weak stance, Wakatsuki dragged his heavy body, step by step, towards Tokita... And then fell down once more.

Kisara wanted to run out there, as she's always done - But the tears wouldn't stop escaping. She was destroyed, watching Ohma wobbling, barely able to keep standing up. It was painful. Still, she wiped those tears and stepped towards him. She smiled at him and put his arm around her shoulders, supporting him all the way to the infirmary, where Hanafusa was to care for him. After all, she promised to support him all the way to the top. The finale was the top. And she will be there for him no matter what. Now, more than ever, she knew that Tokita Ohma had no chance to survive. He was a dead man walking.

Ohma was leaning back on the wall and resting, with Kisara in his arms. Yamashita had brought him a soda. The TV was on, so they could watch the second semifinal. "Isn't it around time your friend enters the arena?" Kisara slowly lifted her head from his shoulder and nodded. "Go cheer on him. I know you want to." "But I don't want to leave you." Ohma saw her bottom lip quivering lightly. She had become as emotional as the day they met. "You won't." he smirked at her, his hand caressing her face - She was so afraid of losing him that she feared leaving his side for even one second. After a long consideration time, the red head sighed and with great difficulty, pried herself away from Ohma, looking for Agito. "I thought you'd want to spend more time with Miss Kisara." Yamashita looked at the man with confusion. "I do. But once I'm no longer by her side, she should stick to her other friends. Find someone else." the old man's heart shattered hearing those resolute words, and he, too, found himself fighting back tears. "Yamashita Kazuo. Promise me you won't let her fall." It was a promise from one man to another. A heart to heart promise that could transcend even the borders of life and death. "I promise, Ohma. I promise."

Leaning back on the wall, Kisara looked out towards the arena. The ground was matted back to its original form. The more she looked at it, the more she grew to resent the very passion she loved so whole-heartedly. "It was a good match." Agito's voice startled the girl. "Both yours, and Tokita's." "Agito." she breathed out his name. His face was stern, cold, unreadable. He was in his best fighting form. She didn't know what possessed her - Was it the overflowing emotions of sheer fright? The heartbreak? The anticipation of the inevitable? Kisara threw her arms around the man's large build and squeezed him into the very first embrace that Kano Agito received in his entire life. He could feel her small fingers digging into his back. "No matter what happens out there, please don't die too. I don't want to lose another important person in my life." Kano looked down at her with wide, shocked eyes. He was bewildered. He had only interacted with her whole a day and a half, and now she's crying in his chest, pleading for him not to die in battle. Agito could understand absolutely nothing about her irrational behaviour... Or, perhaps, that's how normal people acted? Though, he couldn't pin-point the other dead person she was talking about. Except for that psychopath that forked for the Chairman's arch enemy, nobody died in the tournament. Surely, she didn't mean her parents either - She had killed them herself. "We won't die. We won't lose either." Agito place his hands on her shoulders, pulling her away - But as soon as she looked up at him and he noticed that pitiful expression on her face, he gulped. He remembers one time, when Sayaka's puppy died. She was distraught the whole day, and many other days after. Her brother was unable to calm her down, nor the Chairman. Agito could only stand by Katahara's side, watching him desperately try to comfort his little girl, to no avail. Some unseen wounds just cannot heal, not when they are so fresh, Kano realised. But Sayaka was gifted a new puppy after a small amount of time, and she grew to love that one just as much as the previous one, and her tears of distraught turned into tears of joy and bliss. Life was a vicious cycle, and it spared no woman. It had a single beginning, and a single end, for every being on Earth. "We await our match against Tokita. It's going to be the best fight we've had in a while." thus, Agito squeezed her shoulders, perhaps as a reassurance, before stepping past her, and into the arena.

Kisara waited no more, returning to her lover and cuddling into his side once again, watching the fight unfold on the TV. The two fighters took their stances, and thus, the fight began. Kisara held tightly onto Ohma's wrist, watching Agito get close enough to Kuroki - And then, they had a stare off. The tension surrounding the arena could be felt even from the screen. At first, it was a battle of Pre-Initiative, the very thing that Kano defeated Hatsumi at, but that contest was soon over, as Gensai was the first to strike, throwing a Devil's Lance at Agito's face, only for him to side step and throw a jab at the Master's head - Their attacks were phasing through each other. Kisara chuckled. "I wish I was this good." she said. "They are reading each other's inception of intent so well that they're dodging before the attack even comes." it was exactly that, Ohma noticed. Little by little, the balance began to lose its equilibrium, and Kano's blows began hitting Kuroki. "You're getting there." Ohma patted her back. Still, despite looking as though he had the advantage, Agito received the full hit of a devil's lance to the shoulder. By dodging the left devil lance, Agito's posture broke down. Kuroki followed up with an eye poke, and then another follow up - But Kano led Kuroki's attacks, so he countered it with a right elbow to the master's hand. He didn't pass up the gap, so he continued to attack - Once people could see what was going on, they saw Kuroki with his forearms raised, his guard up in what seemed to be Sanchin. Hatsumi once told her of it - it's supposed to be the simplest, but also, the ultimate Kata in the Ryukyuan karate style. Someone like Master Kuroki Gensai could make this stance become the most perfect, unbreakable shield.

In a battle between masters of Pre-Initiative, once you go on the defensive, it is nigh impossible to recover. Agito was able to land a move that garnered a cough inhale from Kuroki. The man then moved, only to appear as if he lost his posture thanks to Kano's continuous blows. He was using Kuroki like a sandbag. Gensai attempted a chop towards Agito - But the Fang grinned that wicked, monster-like smile of his, taunting the master by easily countering his move, hitting that hand of his, before punching him the hell away. Kano Agito had exceeded Kuroki Gensai's expectations.

"I cannot face a master like you with my martial arts alone." Kano got in the same low stance that he used against Naoya - The stance that he taught Kisara to use, to freak Wakatsuki out. "Allow me to use this Me. All of me." that cheshire grin must have put even Raian's wickedness to shame. "Agito's gone back to his Formless style!" Kisara gasped - Ohma didn't often see her so excited, but this style must be something she wanted to learn. No wonder she wanted to befriend this monster - Just like Hatsumi, he expressed styles that could ply well with her own. First it was Systema, now the Formless style once again. If Kisara was to master these styles the way Kano Agito did, she would be unbeatable, he thinks. Or, at least close to that. The Fang once defeated Wakatsuki Takeshi using his Formless style alone. Now, Ohma defeated the Wild Tiger with his Niko style only. She just needed to polish her techniques with the right people. Kano Agito was the right man for that task now. "Smart move. Kuroki Gensai is a Martial Arts Master, to the point of perfection. I think Agito realised he can't beat him with Martial Arts alone, so he chose an unpredictable style to catch him off guard, to counter him with tactics outside of the limits given by Kuroki's martial arts knowledge." her fighting theory was getting better and better with every fight she watched. With so many tacticians and strategists around her, she needn't him any longer. She will be fine, Ohma reassured himself.

Agito landed strike after strike after strike in a flawless flurry of hits - Yet even with this fantastic strength, Kuroki Gensai was unshaken. He was a genius above all else - And though Kano was tricky, he found an opening. Kuroki attacked with another devil lance - But he got stopped. Ohma was startled by Kisara's jolt and cheerful laugh. The look on Kano Agito's face was a caricature no longer, but his former, collected self. She must have realised the implications behind that man's words. "He's even more unpredictable than me! To think he could change so easily between his Formless and Martial Arts styles - He's fantastic!" Ohma smiled at her. What a child, getting so excited over over some guy catching another's wrist and immobilising him like that, as if she wasn't used to her own Aikido style that generally did the same thing. To think she'd ever get so excited over some guy that wasn't him. What a vixen. "What a monster." Ohma chuckled at her, watching Kuroki getting his left shoulder dislocated and all four fingers of his right hand broken. He had lost both of his devil lances now. He must be in a predicament. Having his wings clipped allowed Agito to reach an even further evolution, a complete mastery of the two sides of him. Only to receive a wound not from Kuroki's left hand, but from his thumb, the only remaining finger left intact.

Master Gensai used centrifugal force to re-set his elbow back in place - To think he would have the skill to perform the impossible with ease... Agito's caution was heightened. He was now on the offensive, making Agito ponder where he would strike from - Left or right? But Kano got it wrong, and whilst his own right hook punch missed, Kuroki's hit caused the Fang such intense pain from the impact that it assailed him. Agito's functions felt declined, all because of the organs, peritoneum, body - His everything was fighting the pain, and this was the only way to keep him stable - He switched to a formless style, only to receive a heavy headbutt that left his right eyes closed. "What the hell..." Kisara gasped, watching Agito completely miss Kuroki once again, and receiving another ruthless hit to his torso... Though he had been hit only three times, Agito felt complete agony. Why did his strikes have such impact? It was nothing compared to either Gaolang Wongsawat, the Thai God of War, who stood at the pinnacle of striking martial arts and possessed the fastest blows, nor the Herculean Wakatsuki Takeshi, who had the most powerful hits in the world. Agito received another right chop to his shoulder, causing him to retreat immediately.

"I think Master Kuroki realised there is a time delay between Agito switching styles." Kisara muttered - Ohma had agreed. "His caution of the devil lance also put him at a disadvantage." he noted. "Just like with Wakatsuki Takeshi, who was cautious against my Devil's Bane, so Kano Agito did the same." the very man got hit with a palm heel then grabbed by the neck of his costume. Agito couldn't expect any of these lands, thus, they all landed. All heavy blows were perfected by decades of training, thus they struck him without warning... And thus, they had impact. Agito got hit with another right straight punch.

"He's throwing punches with his broken fingers?!" Ohma couldn't believe his eyes. "Kano Agito's already using his indestructible. Does that mean they're too powerful for indestructible?" Kuroki did not miss the moment he backed away. He knocked Agito off balance with another palm heel, then a middle knuckle fist. If Kuroki was once used as a sandbag, now, he was the striker. Though Agito was knocked back with a right palm him once more, he was ready to get hit with a devil lance, but Kano finally used his kicks. Why hadn't he used them before, like in his fight with Hatsumi? Kisara had no clue, but at least she realised, he evolved for the thousandth of time.

Once the kick landed, he immediately switched back to the Formless and landed a heavy blow to his head, which was blocked by the master's broken hand. Agito decreased the time interval of the switch by a few milimeters, throwing off the master's calculations, hence allowing the Fang to kick and possibly break the Master's shin.

Formed, yet Formless. Formless, yet Formed. Upon being wounded more than ever before, he obtained a new power. Kano used a left knee hit which got blocked by the Master's forearm, and he closed the distance. Agito smirked confidently, his plan working well in luring his opponent. The very hit that he used to defeat Hatsumi, the hit that was virtually impossible to evade - The Dragon Shot, as he called it - In all of Agito's arsenal, it was his strike with the greatest fire-power.

But the Dragon Shot misfired.

Kano Agito's wrist was completely destroyed. Kisara cringed, one hand immediately slapping over her own wrist - She couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling. Kuroki had used a supinating wristlock. His right hand took the full brunt of the dragon shot, fracturing his thumb, yet he was able to incapacitate Kano's hand completely. Even with all his fingers broken, Kuroki forcibly contracted his muscles to make a fist - There is more to the Kaiwan Style than just the devil lance, after all. "That's just like Niko Style's bone-bonding! How does he know that technique?!" Ohma gasped in shock. Master Kuroki Gensai was the greatest enigma in the world.

Fury. Unease. Despair. These could not even come close to describing the flurry of emotions that gripped Kano Agito. He had fought over the course of 160 matched to repay his debts. He had crossed fists with the strong many, many times over, and each time, he evolved, attaining victory. Now, Agito was facing the biggest wall in his entire life. He instinctively understood that all of his fights had been for this very moment. "Pugno, ergo sum." the girl muttered under her breath. Agito, just like every fighter in the Kengan world, lived to fight. They fight, therefore, they exist.

Agito thought with his very existence in the line. He predicted his opponent's next move, but he was sorely lacking his usual strength, and shook him off. Agito went for a right knee hit, only to get hit himself with a right bent-wrist fist, followed by a right knee to the gut, and much more. No matter what the Fang threw at Kuroki, the Master moved as though he wasn't injured in the least, and deflected him with ease.

Kano's last spring towards the Master proved fatal, as he got struck with a strike to the jaw - An elbow hit used as a counter, used with the full body weight behind it. Agito stopped moving. In the brief moments that Agito was immobilised, Kuroki delivered a new move - Straight punch, Six Strikes. Everyone gasped, realising the legend of The Fang of Metsudo was ending. Though Agito was a monster in all its right. Even with his brain concussed, even with his right arm destroyed, the Emperor would not die. The Fang of Metsudo would not stop. Kano Agito would not falter.

But that moment came at last.

Two great stars collided, and one star fell. The star that shone brighter, shone fiercer, shone stronger - Remained. The name of that Star was... Kuroki Gensai. "Emperor of the Kengan Matches - You, too, were truly strong." the Master acknowledged the fallen champion.

"Fuck. Me." Kisara's jaw was dropped to the floor. The end of an era has ended, and she was there to witness it. "You'll catch flies." Ohma chuckled, pushing her jaw up. "Let's go." Kisara immediately took off all of his bandages and helped him stand. "Can you do this?" she asked, quickly snapping out of that awestruck self, and coming down back to earth. It was the last time she would see Tokita Ohma fighting. It was going to be a legendary fight.

Accompanied by Yamashita Kazuo, the trio were ready to go towards the arena - But were stopped by the Master himself. Kisara felt her breathing halt in place, until the man himself asked for Ohma to have a chat with him. Though the manager was fine returning to the infirmary and make sure the finale can be slightly delayed so they can have this chat, Hasashi Kisara did not move away from her boyfriend, not did Ohma attempt to push her away. His arm remained placed around her body. "You're pretty tough, aren't you, pops? You fought so brutally just a second ago, but you're already fit as a fiddle." the brunet chuckled dryly. "Do not overestimate me. Even I suffered injuries and fatigue. This is an inescapable reality, no matter how strong you may become." Kuroki was modest, for how great of a master he was. "So? What'd you want to talk to me about?" Ohma asked, though he wasn't ready for the conversation that followed. "It's been ten years since Tokita Niko left this world." Ohma's eyes widened in shock. As Kuroki so painfully put it, judging by their awful injuries, there was no guarantee they will both get out alive from this match, thus, he wanted to tell Ohma of the Niko style, as he is its heir.

Kuroki spoke about the lawless zone known as the Inside, and of this man who came, seeking the unification of that land through martial force. He created the basis of the Niko style. His name was Gaoh Mukaku, the final successor of the Gaoh Style of classical Jiu-Jitsu. Though he was a complete army in the body of a single man, even 30 years spent there accomplished nothing - Thus, he decided to pass on his style for the next generation. He raised the orphans from the inside, training them - But Tokita Niko was not a stand alone person. All of his students were named the same - Not only to keep the impression of people from the inside, as Tokita was one of the districts, but to spread the legend. Tokita Niko became a fictional yet charismatic entity, created to rule the Inside. Though the plan worked, their enemies grew in number, thus, Gaoh tried to train them all with a secret technique... However, something happened in that forest. Most of the Nikos were murdered, whilst the survivors scattered, and Gaoh Mukaku was never seen again.

Ohma was skeptical, though he believed his words - Yet how did he know all this, was a different matter. He says his own master was a man who assisted in the compilation of techniques to create the new Niko style. Gaoh Mukaku was a friend of his master, Kazufumi, and they would often swap techniques. It was during that time that he met Niko, who sought him, asking for his help....

The conversation went on for a while, but Ohma was grateful to have this new information about his old master and the fighting style that he uses. Master Kuroki went to get ready for his fight in the finale, whilst Ohma took Kisara with him to see the old man. Yamashita Kazuo pulled some strings to delay the match just long enough to spend some quality time with his fighter. Kazuo placed a towel on the ground and had Ohma lay down for him to give him a Shiatsu massage. Kisara couldn't help but hum in amusement and she sat down next to him, caressing his sea-weed hair. The old man said Cosmo's master taught him how to do massages.

"I have to say, looking at you up close, I didn't realise you had so many scars." the old man's voice wavered softly. "When we first met, I was so surprised by your build, I didn't even notice your scars. I really... Didn't know anything back then." "Of course I'd be covered in scars. I've been fighting for as long as I can remember." he chuckled, showing off his forearm. "Remember this scar, Yamashita Kazuo?" "Ahh! That one! That's from Lihito's Razor's edge, isn't it?" the old man gasped, watching the symbol of Tokita Ohma's first Kengan victory. "It still aches when it rains. Oh - Don't tell Lihito that though, it'll just get to his head." the brunet chuckled lightly. "Ahaha, yeah, I bet Lihito would be happy to hear that." the CEO laughed jovially. "...It's not just Lihito though. The scars from the Medicine man and Sekibayashi still hurt sometimes. So do the scars I got before that. I guess Niko would say - That's the price you pay for your recklessness - Isn't that right, Hasashi Kisara?" the solemn tone of his wasn't enough to snap her out of her trance. "I thought you'd start telling Yamashita Kazuo the history behind every scar on my body. You've seen them all, many times." he even tried to fluster her with subtle implications. Nothing. The fact that he accumulated damage beyond even his capacity was painful enough to accept. The manager looked at the girl's face - She was barely holding herself together. He understood the sentiment all to well. Though he loved Ohma as much as he loved Kenzo and Yasuo... Kisara loved him the same way she loves life itself, or perhaps even more. It was a sentiment beyond his own comprehension. "Hasashi Kisara, help me up, will you?" the man playfully tugged on her arm to get her attention. She moved robotically, but did just as before - Holding tightly onto his body as they walked towards the entrance to the arena. She felt as though she was guiding him to the guillotine and chopping his head off herself. "It's about time now, isn't it? Let's go, Yamashita Kazuo." he smirked cockily at the old man, who nodded, barely fighting back the tears. "Alright." he ushered lowly, following them close behind. "Whoaaa, you hear that? Feels like the stadium's shaking!" everyone was cheering for the finale to start already. It was fascinating. "Ohma. You're strong." the old man admitted. "Now, I haven't seen everyone in the world - And there might be someone even stronger than you out there, for all I know. But to me, YOU are the strongest! You never give up in the face of adversity. You've taught me that true strength is more than just physical strength. I could change myself because of you! YOU SAVED ME! And I'm so ashamed that I haven't done anything to repay you." the old man bowed deeply at his beloved fighter. "Hey." Ohma huffed in amusement. "Thanks. I'm glad I had you as my manager." Ohma said, stepping towards the entrance. "Bye. I'm off now." it sounded like the harshest farewell in history. "MY NAME IS YAMASHITA KAZUO!!!" the old man screamed, as loud as his lungs held him. That day, when they first met... Yeah, that's right. What a good memory the old man has. "Do you remember the first thing I said to you that day? It wasn't just flattery. I always mean what I say. So I'll ask you one more time - You wanna fight too?" the old man was left behind, only softly able to mutter a response that may or may not have been heard. "Yes... Let's fight... So please come back safe and sound."

Once they reached the very entrance, Ohma pushed himself out of Kisara's arms, putting his hands on her shoulders and squeezing lightly. "You dumbass bookworm, you always did worry too much." Ohma realised she had stopped fighting. Her whole body was shaking and tears were rapidly falling down her face. "That was your cue to call me a Stupid gym rat." she only started crying more. "Ah, come on, stop crying, you know I hate it when you do that." she was just like a little child. Just like four years ago when they first met. "You're supposed to cheer on me all the way to the top. This is the top. Are you gonna bail on me now?" she shook her head, but still couldn't utter any coherent word. Poor girl. Loving so much was a curse, and being unable to keep your emotions at bay was even worse. He used his fists to eliminate them, while she used tears. Even now, after proper fighter training, after participating in a Kengan match against the veteran himself... Even now, she remained his overly emotional little princess. How cute. "Hasashi Kisara. Won't you give me my good luck kiss?" "Take it yourself." she stammered so much over those three words, that he was almost surprised he understood her. Cupping her face, she gave her the single most tender kiss that they have ever shared. "I love you." Kisara almost jumped at the man, desperately trying to claw back at his hands and put them against her skin - But she remained like a statue where she stood, unable to even shift her gaze and watch him strut to the arena like the proud champion he was. Kisara fell to the ground like a broken doll and started sobbing. The old manager was witness to it all, and never once had he heard such a heart breaking scream as the one Kisara let out. But he was the only one to hear it, being shrouded by the loud cheer of the spectators. She was tugging on her hair, succumbing to the sheer distress and hysteria overtaking her mind -

Until finally, miraculously, she stopped. Yamashita Kazuo heard steps coming forth - He realised there were fighters he was acquainted with, who were not in the seats behind the commentators. Perhaps Kisara sensed them, for although lethargically, she pulled herself back to her feet, deathly quiet. They seemed friends of hers and supporters of Ohma. They walked right past him and stood by her side, one of them patting her shoulder - But she felt nothing. Like an android with no power left, she looked at the fight. All of her senses were cut off.

She watched Ohma take a Marionette-like stance, and once the fight was declared to have begun, he encircled the Master with a flickering footwork. Kuroki easily stopped him, as well as all the strikes Ohma attempted to land. Ohma's body was weak, until it wasn't anymore, and he activated his Advance and caught Kuroki's fist. Kisara whimpered. How she hated that damned secret technique. Ohma abused Kuroki's fist, broken by Agito, and brought the Master to his knees. When he tried to hit him with the devil lance, Tokita retaliated with a right knee, followed with numerous blows that made Gensai back down. All his attacks were blocked. Kuroki was advancing forwards, looking like a heavily armoured soldier.

Kuroki realised that, although Ohma was faster, he was lacking precision while in this state, and he took advantage of that knowledge, striking his face. Ohma evaded another devil lance using the phantom pace, landing a heavy blow to Kuroki's cheek. Ohma evolved. He could use the Advance and the Niko Style together.

Kisara recalled his Advance theory after the conversation he had with Kuroki. Being a master of the Niko style, the Advance was his only choice, despite it being a death wish. Stupid Gym Rat. He knows very well that he's gonna die. Fucking prick. Confessing his love for her whilst telling her he was going to kill himself in the arena. What a fucking inconsiderate shit head. "YO!!! STUPID GYM RAT!!! THE FUCK YOU DOIN'?! FUCK HIM UP ALREADY!!!" she shrieked at him from the top of her lungs. He was right - She promised to cheer on him to the bitter end. She couldn't stop now, even if her whole body was trembling and her voice was breaking.

The Master was impressed by Niko's pupil - He made the Tokita master proud. His blood was boiling as he landed a right downward elbow, but the follow up palm heel didn't come in contact with his opponent. Another person found his way there. Kisara didn't know who it was, but the other fighters there were shocked to see the one man that seemed out of this world completely, joining a bunch of fighters. Why was Kano Agito there? Though he was watching with half of his face bandaged, he could still see very well the fight. Tokita Ohma's Niko style was different than the style that he knew. Why was it different, he wondered? He also wondered why was Kisara trembling, just like before, during his fight? Was she crying again? Was she afraid for Tokita Ohma's life?

"OHMA!!" Agito heard her scream her partner's name, watching as his strike was repelled, and he was sent sliding to the ground painfully. He was back again, and ready to strike - Yet he barely parried another devil lance. Now he tried to confound the opponent, changing directions whilst keeping at top speed. How he could do it, they had no idea... But it was in vain. Kuroki started predicting his movements, and his blows started landing. "S-Stop.... Ohma... Stop... Stop already..." her shoulders were shaking harder, and Agito even heard a sniffle. He couldn't understand what she was feeling, watching her partner getting hit like that, spitting blood and what not. Though Kuroki threw all those hits with the intent of them being finishing blows, he seemed to have dispersed the impact. He was a fiercer foe than even Tokita Niko in his prime.

Kuroki knocked Ohma upwards with a left knee, then brought him down with a left elbow, following with a straight punch: six strikes that shattered his shoulder. He diverted all blows with his redirection move, missing all his vitals, but the amount of damage he has taken is considerable.

Yamashita Kazuo did tell me... That there might be guys out there who are stronger than me. This man is definitely one of them, Ohma thought. Hasashi Kisara is cheering for me, even if she knows it will be the last time she sees me fighting... Or, at all. I can't just give up now. I can't let them down, images of both Kisara and Kazuo flashed before his eyes as he used that cursed technique that he was never able to do properly - The Water Kata, Bind of Pisces technique...

But he got hit with a devil lance as he was holding the man into a tight hold - He was forced to undo the arm bar. His leg was damaged, that's going to affect his footwork and speed considerably. He lost his gambit, unable to break his arm, and now he's suffering from it. He was forced to undo the Advance.

"Will you choose death for your convictions? Then, at least allow me the honour of burying you." Kisara froze, hearing that omen. "DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, YOU STUPID GYM RAT!!!" Kisara shrieked at him, hoping he would hear - And he did. Ohma chuckled, getting in a stance. "Sorry, but I'm not smart like Niko was. Let's save that talk for after the match." he said - It made Agito wonder - Was death such an awful fate, after all? Or was the idea of irreversibly parting from a dear one such a painful concept?

Whatever Ohma did, Kuroki's strikes looked as though they were bending - But not for long. It took less than a second of lost focus to get painfully hit, as his vision was blurring from the loss of blood. He took the brunt of that hit. Idiot. "OHMAAAA!!!!!" he could hear the voice of both Hasashi Kisara and Yamashita Kazuo, waking him up to the real life. is childhood didn't matter anymore, nor did his time with Niko. He had to live in the moment, for as long as he could.

Like a monster, drenched in his own blood, Tokita Ohma didn't fall, no matter how many lethal blows, kicks or devil lances he received. The sheer fighting will-power kept driving him forward. Even when his feet weren't holding him up any longer, he still punched back... Until he couldn't anymore.

Hatsumi couldn't feel the girl's shoulder anymore - Startled, he looked at the spot where she stood, and his heart sank. Kisara had fallen to the ground silent tears falling down her face, as she took deep breaths. Yamashita Kazuo, too, seemed defeated - Why, no one could understand.

WE HAVE A WINNER!!!

Agito had never seen a person as fast as Kisara once she leapt from her spot on the ground, sprinting half-way through the arena and throwing herself at the fallen man. "Baby? Ohma? Love? Are you alive? Please, please, please be alive. I beg of you, be alive. Be alive. Live. Gods, please -- You're the great Asura... You have to live. You're Ohma... You are my Ohma... Please, baby, please be alive. Sweety? Honey? Baby-cakes? Sweetie-pie?" desperately and knowing that the fallen one's main problem was his heart, she tried CPR on him, waiting for the people to get a stretcher and get Ohma to the hospital wing. "... Ohma?" his heart beat was faint, the girl could barely feel it, or his pulse. He seemed broken beyond repair. "Wake up, Ohma, please. Please. Wake up already. I'm afraid. I'm so afraid. I need you, Ohma. Please, open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes again. I want to hear your voice again. Please, Ohma, protect me like you promised. Guide me like you promised. I'm shit at directions - I-Imma get lost. Please, hold my hand." but unlike before during his fight with Raian, Tokita Ohma wasn't conscious at all. He couldn't hear her voice, nor hear her desperate please to him - Thus, he couldn't reassure her in any way. "He fought well." Master Kuroki tried to touch the girl's shoulder, only to get his hand slapped away. He needn't any word for her. He had lost many friends, he could understand her pain.

Finally the stretcher was brought, and they rushed Ohma to the infirmary, where, once again, Hanafusa was to take care of him. Kisara was able to stand up, and just like Ohma's starting stance, she stepped towards where he was going, like a marionette. Hatsumi though he knew the extent of Kisara's love for that guy - But he was wrong. He didn't understand even a small fragment of it. Watching her grief and fear now... He pitied the girl. All the fighters stepped aside, allowing her to walk, followed by the manager. If they called out her name, she had no idea. She was deaf to any voice but Tokita Ohma's.

She held his hand all the time while he was resting in bed, crying uncontrollably for hours and hours, while everyone was enjoying a large party. Even Yamashita was out, unable to see Ohma in such a state, but also, because the medical team was busy treating him. They couldn't run a full test on the island so they were preparing to send him to the mainland as soon as possible. Bullshit. Kisara knew better than this. A little after every doctor left the room, Ohma awoke. The Sun was already setting outside. He cast his glance at the girl sobbing and holding tightly onto his hand - No wonder he felt his whole arm wet. Poor thing. He reached out his other hand to pat her head. Pitifully, she rose her head, smiling back at the man.

"Hasashi Kisara. Let's go for a walk." she merely nodded her head, unplugging him from all devices and supported his body as they sneaked out, towards the forest. He let himself fall down at the base of a tree, pulling the girl down with him, cuddled into his chest. It took a lot of effort to get out here. "Hah. What'd you know. I see Niko." he chuckled weakly. "What is he saying?" the girl asked, her her head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "He says I did well. One step short from beating that guy. Didn't think I'd see him again after regaining my memories. Guess it's a sign." he could feel her whimper. His grip tightened on her. "Then tell him to fuck off. He's intruding in our private moment alone. Jerk." Ohma chuckled, planting a kiss on top of her head. "He laughed. Says he's proud of me for becoming strong and finding someone like you to rely on." his smile vanished. "And he vanished. Guess he's giving us our time alone." he muttered, his weak hear swelling at being able to see his master's cocky yet proud smile once again. "So - I didn't think it will really end up like this. My weakling girlfriend became such a cool fighter and became the CEO of the biggest private medical hospital franchise. How does it feel, being so successful at less than 30?" "I would give it all up, just to spend one more day with you." if he wasn't so tired, Ohma might have been moved to tears. But he hasn't cried in his whole life, and won't start now either. "Well, I probably can't give you a whole day, but this evening, for as long as I last, is only yours." he told her. "Do you hate me? For throwing away my life like that? For not being able to stay by your side and keep my promises to you, as you did to me?" Kisara shook her head. "I love you more than I love anything in this life. I don't care about any promise. I just want to spend these last moments with you... And I want to hear your heart beat for as long as it has strength." "Ever the romantic one." he smiled weakly. "Forgive me. I just remembered that I saw you crying once, some years ago, after the characters of a tv series didn't end up with their happy ever after. I guess I forced that on you." he felt her nodding her head. "Please, speak more. I want to hear your voice for as long as you can talk. I don't want to ever forget it, for as long as I live." Ohma pulled her away, just to see her, and he undid the buttons of her shirt. "Can you promise me one last thing?" she nodded. With a small smile, Ohma placed his hand over her own heart. "You once told me that your heart is mine. Then, I want you to promise that, after I'm gone, that no matter how much you're going to grief, you will seek your happiness, even without me. Find another man to love. Spend time with your friends. Follow your dreams. Continue to train and fight. Live your life for the both of us. Can you promise me that?" she nodded her head, sniffling. "Say it. I want to hear you say it." "I-I..." she hesitated. The thought of loving another man seemed so outlandish to her. "I don't know if I can promise now that I will fall in love with a man that isn't you... But... I can at least promise to do everything else." "Good girl." he nodded, satisfied with the promise. "Kisara." her eyes widened - Never once had he called her by her given name alone. "I wanted to get back home when I did this, but I won't make it. I can already feel my life slipping." he said, one of his hands rummaging through his pockets. "Before we got here, I asked Yamashita Kazuo to come help me out with something. Said it's for a friend. Well, now I guess he knows it was me who needed it." he continued. "Sorry for putting you in this position. I never wanted to make you upset, let alone cry. I guess I did this quite a lot during this tournament. I kinda screwed up. But you forgave me. All these years, you stood by my side. You supported me, you cared for me, you showed me kindness. You saved my life. You were even fine with not calling you anything else except for your name. How could you stand the jerk that I was, no clue. I'd have beaten up that guy big time. And he was so boring, only caring about fighting and eating." he grinned weakly, looking up into those beautiful eyes of hers. "I'm gonna be selfish, but I'm not tying you down to a dead man. I just want you to know that... Hasashi Kisara, I have always seen you as my guardian angel. And I want you to marry me. Only for as long as I live - You're free to have fun after." he pulled a small wooden box that he carved himself - It had K + O on top of it. Once he opened it, a white gold ring was revealed, sporting an elegant zircon. Kisara slapped her hands over her mouth, hanging her head. "I would marry you and only you, no matter how many times I am reborn. You're the only man that I ever loved, Ohma. I love you so much." such a bittersweet feeling... Ohma truly felt cruel, putting her through all this. Still, he gently pried her hand away from her face and slipped it on her finger. "Sorry, I'm shit at jewellery. I know you love your gold, it suits you. But I never saw you in white. That's what girls wear when they marry, right? Thought it would fit." Ohma could see the way she forced herself to smile properly at him. She was always trying to hard to care for him, no matter what. "It's beautiful." she whimpered, reaching her hands to intertwined her fingers with his own. "You didn't even look at it." he teased her, pulling her down into a kiss. It was weak, but filled with so much love, that for a moment there, he actually had hopes of surviving. "Kisara. Can you sing to me?" "Forgive me... My voice isn't great at the moment... But I will do my best... But, Ohma?" he hummed in questioning. "You will forever be my husband and I will forever love you more than any other person in the world. So... Just once... Call me by my marriage name." He chuckled lightly, his arms holding her even closer to his chest. "I love you, my wife, Tokita Kisara."

For one last time, Ohma felt Kisara's fingers digging into his shirt - And for one last time, he heard her voice, singing to him, the saddest song there ever was.

Just sleep in my tender arms, Don't worry about any harms, All because I'm right here, with you.

One day, your world will grow stronger, Maybe you'll try to leave my side. And someday, I might not see you, I wouldn't say just go ahead, I just want for you to answer, Will you remember me? Will you come by and say hello?

When your world rises with the sun, And my world is setting with it, Will you and I stay together now? With all of our old pastimes, I'll start to set up my old clock, To come by and visit you forever.

Kisara couldn't feel Ohma's heart beat any longer. She stopped singing, and she snuggled even closer into his limp body, crying harder. At some point, she heard a rustle - The jovial voice of Yamashita Kazuo, as he found them. "Oh, there you were! I've been looking all over for you! Ow, ow, ow, my back." he grumbled, making his way to where the two lovers were embracing, yet didn't dare look down at them - Instead, he looked up at the starry sky. "Guess the Sun's set already. Boy, would you look at those stars. We didn't have any time to look up at the night sky during the Tournament." the old man admired the twinkling stars, somehow staying strong despite the sobs coming from the girl. "We'll be leaving the island tomorrow... I don't think we'll ever come back here. The extraordinary time will end, and we'll return to our ordinary lives. The people from public society and the people from the underground will go back to their everyday lives... But, there are some who can't go back to their everyday lives." the man sighed. "Time will move on, and our experiences will become memories. We'll never see some of these people again... But we can say for certain, that we were here. I'll go back to my everyday life too, but I'll never forget the time spent on this island." just like the woman, he, too, ended up sobbing furiously, whilst forcing himself to smile, in memory of Tokita Ohma. "Goodbye... Ohma."

Yamashita Kazuo allowed the girl more time to weep, before he left to inform Hanafusa that Ohma had passed away, and to retrieve his body. Kisara had no strength to cry or grip onto him anymore, only watching him being taken away from her, with Kokomi being the only person trying to comfort her. Much like a zombie in the dead of night, Kisara found herself walking back to their shared room, wishing to feel the side of the bed where he once slept on - Yet she bumped into Kano Agito - The same way as when she first talked to him. The man looked down at her, the single, unbandaged eye wide with shock, sing the girl so upset. He heard Tokita was awake and fine. Was the rumour wrong? Unexpectedly, she threw her arms around him for the second time that day, burying her face into his shirt. "Why are you crying?" he found himself asking. She couldn't speak at first, and instead, she raised her hand, show casing that ring. Though he didn't understood at first - It clicked. Did Tokita propose? "Ohma died." so the rumours were a hoax. "Ohma is dead." how was he supposed to comfort her? He had no idea. Agito remained quiet, yet this time, his arms engulfed her small body, mimicking her.

He allowed her time to weep - And he tried to think how would a normal person react to such a complicated situation. "I have resigned as the Fang." her body stiffened. "I want to learn about the world. I don't know how to comfort you for your loss. But if the offer is still available, I want to join you in your journey around the world." Kisara looked up at him, surprise on her face. "Really? You want that?" the man grunted in affirmation, taking out a handkerchief and wiped her tears away. "Yeah. I would love to. Let's do that as soon as we return home, okay?" Agito had a small smile, seeing a little bit of life in her eyes.

The following morning, before everyone was to leave the island, Kisara looked for the Chairman. She asked for help, for someone to be a proper stand-in and rule her company in her place, as she goes to travel with Agito. Of course, the old man easily solved that issue, glad to see Kano, who had sort of become his own child of sorts, was finally looking for his own life. Perhaps resigning was the best thing he could do for himself. Kisara then met with Agito, ready to leave the island on a private jet, but was surrounded by some of her friends - The others, she at least had the phone numbers of, so if anything, they could text. They all expressed their condolences, especially after noticing the engagement ring, hanging from a chain around her neck. They promised to see each other again - Especially those with whom she was friends with, prior to the tournament itself.

"I'm leaving the country. With Agito." she explained, and although her voice and expression were pretty monotonous, she at least tried to offer a small smile. "We can text and call each other. I don't know how long I'll be away... Or where we'll go. But I don't want us to ever break contact." it was shocking enough to know that Kano resigned, let alone that the two became good enough friends to go travel together. Perhaps they both had wounds that needed healing, and the other was the perfect method of mending. "Well, that was always your dream. Have fun, angel." Hatsumi smiled encouragingly at her. "Things are going to get better, eventually. Hang in there. If you need us, you know how to get ahold of us." Takeshi, too, patted her shoulder. "Yeah, exactly! We've been friends for so long!" Cosmo grinned so brightly, that made even Kisara chuckled weakly. Kisara felt a strong hug - Turning to see who it was, she realised it was Raian, so she pulled him away. "Don't even bother, psycho." she shook her head - She wasn't in the mood for his obnoxiousness. "Nah, babe, the gag's all done for. Just wanted to say that I wanna fight with ya again some day, so come back stronger, gotcha?" the girl shook her head. "Fuck fighting. I'm done." this earned a collective amount of gasps - But before anyone could interject, a new person spoke up. "Well then, now that the competition died, you're all single, ain't ya, hot stuff?" she couldn't believe that, ever after all this time, Tanji had to go this far and piss her off. Raian was ready to punch him off the island, but Kisara stopped him quickly. At first, she wanted to curse him into oblivion - But then, she looked down at her ring, sparkling so brightly from the Sun. She smiled, as if she understood a lesson. Carefully, she took off the chain and put on her engagement ring, latching the chain around her hand firmly - In a single instant, she punched Tanji's face so hard that blood flew everywhere. Raian was laughing so hard, while the others were shocked. "I changed my mind. It's not - Fuck fighting, I'm done. No. I'm not. Instead - Fuck you, shithead, I'm done with you." with a smirk, she used the cleaver-like technique she learnt from Agito to make him fall, before trying to mimic the spear move he pulled on Hatsumi - Who cringed, watching it. "Can you not do that while I'm around? It still hurts!" Sen grumbled in annoyance. "Yo, Raian - Wanna play volleyball?" the girl chuckled, grabbing Tanji's hair and kicking him with all the strength she had. Once, Ohma told her, the best way to let out your frustration was to beat something up. He was right. Far better than crying, at least. "FUCK YEAH!" with another wicked laugh, the Kure prodigy punched away at the victim, and the two pushed and pulled the kick-boxer between one another, until he couldn't move anymore. "How many kick-boxers must I beat to death before they get that they stand no chance against me?" she scoffed, raising her hand to look at her hand. "Ah, shit, his filthy blood dirtied my ring. Disgusting." she sighed, walking towards Agito, using his handkerchief to clean the ring, putting it back around her neck. "Ready, Agito?" the man nodded, and with one last wave at her friends, Kisara was helped up on the jet, and they went back home.

It didn't take long for Kisara to pack a backpack and go to Agito's - Together, they went to have a chat with Takayama Minoru, the man who was widely known as 'the second best'. Seeing him without his mask was weird, but Kisara had to admit, even with that wound from Agito, he still looked conventionally attractive. He had no reason to hide his face, other than giving the menacing look. "Going on a journey, huh? Look who's got too much time on his hands, now that he's stepped down as Fang." the man jabbed at Agito, though it was clear he wasn't really as hateful as before. "I've been living in a bubble for too long, so I'm going to broaden my views of the world the only way I know how. Kisara offered her help, so we're going together." Agito affirmed. "Omori told me that you're not declaring your candidacy as the next Fang." he cleary saw Takayama as worthy of the title. "I didn't want your hand me downs." the joke only landed on Kisara, who chuckled. "Okay, that was a joke." he admitted, though his face was unchanging. "It looks like there are still some threats sneaking around, so I've decided to keep protecting the master as a bodyguard." he explained. "We've got things under control, so get going already." Tayakama gave them his blessings. "Still, I never thought you'd ask for this." he threw a key at him, and Kano easily caught it. "You can have it. Not like I have time to ride it anyway. It's more than what a beginner rider like you deserves... Go out there and find yourselves. Both of you." "It's a Harley Davidson -- Damn! Thanks, Takayama, you're the best!" the man scoffed, not even bothering to look back and see the way the woman was admiring his motorbike. "How nice. I've always wanted to ride one." the two high-fived, getting for their first ever motorbike ride. "Are you ready, Agito?" the girl hopped on the motorbike, her arms around his waist. The necklace ring was tucked well under her shirt. Every time she missed her husband, she would clutch away at it, and she would feel better. It was not time for her to abide to her promise and seek her happiness. Live for the two of them. "Yes. Where to first?" Kisara shrugged, grinning. "Wherever the road takes us."

Though it was the end of a chapter, it was time for another to begin. Kisara was going to battle her emotions, but it the end, she will prevail - The same way she will prevail, learning Agito's fighting style and perfecting it to her own stature. She was finally able to get out of the house and see the world - Be free, like an uncaged bird - And she wasn't alone. Wherever she went, she knew she had her friends to rely on, and with Kano Agito by her side, she knew, no matter what happened, she will be fine.

Though the Ashura was no more, the Kitsune is going to march forward, walking down a new path, supporting the Emperor, and guiding him on his own journey towards finding himself. Ohma had once been Kisara's guide in life - Now, it was time for her to hold someone's hand and help them navigate further ahead.

And though she never speaks out her last name, wanting to detach herself completely from her authority back home, in her heart, she wasn't the CEO of the Hasashi Medical whatever. She was the wife of the most beautiful man that ever existed - Tokita Ohma.

Her name was Tokita Kisara.

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