At the end of the fight between Asura and N89, on the balcony where the three leaders of this mysterious organisation were standing, next to the beautiful woman stood two men. One of them was wearing a mask with a white face, eyes closed, mouth in the shape of a smile, short black hair falling on the nape of the neck. He had a medium build, neither too fat nor too thin. His outfit resembled a kimono, but with the top reaching down to his ankles. The main colour was black, with white motifs all over the kimono. At his waist, he had a katana with a black scabbard with a white dragon motif all along it.
The second man was wearing a black top with a burgundy red shirt, rolled-up sleeves, and burgundy red dinner jacket bottoms. He also had a brown Japanese monkey mask with frowning eyebrows protruding from the mask. On his wrists he had purple-red bracelets.
The man in the monkey mask watching the end of Asura's fight clicked his tongue. "Oh, I hope we don't get any bloodthirsty people like we did at the last ceremony," he said in an annoyed voice, his voice low and growly.
The man in the white mask looked at the man in the monkey mask and said, "Oh yes, that's true. We don't need killers who dont waver or feel sick. We're looking for heroes and saints who wouldn't be able to kill a fly." His voice was soft and cheerful, as if he didn't take things seriously and was pleasant to listen to.
The woman in the fox mask took the floor before the man in the monkey mask could respond to the other man's jibes. She spoke in a soft but firm voice, "Let's not play around here. Let's focus on the fight ahead. You can argue about husbands and wives after the ceremony." She smiled at the end of her sentence.
Back on Asura's side, after several fights, most of which were abandoned, but there were still a few people who wanted to try their luck, they were lucky because they weren't killed. Just a few legs and arms were broken, but no mortal wounds. We could see Asura back in the lotus position with his mask that hid his face and his emotions.
With a frown on his face, Asura thought, "I thought I could avoid the boring fights by winning the first one, but it looks like some people aren't afraid of death or maybe just idiots. I'd like to test my strength to see where I'm at, but all the opponents so far have been really disappointing. What have they been doing for months?" His attention returned to the fights in progress, and he noticed some people who stood out.
After a while, Asura was called for his next fight against N'31. He entered the arena, thinking it would be another one of his boring fights. His opponent was a man and carried no weapon. He had a lion mask on his face. He was similar in size to Asura, but he had a lot more muscle and was more imposing. The two looked each other in the eye, neither speaking. They waited for the referee to announce the start of the fight.
"FIGHT!" After the referee had uttered these words, Asura advanced towards N'31, his hand transforming into a fist that was poised to strike his opponent's chest. However, before his fist could reach its intended target, N'31's forearm was already in the way, preventing the collision. At the moment of impact, Asura's The fist was halted a few centimetres from N'31's forearm, as if he were wearing a protective shield. Before Asura had a chance to discern the cause of the obstruction, a fist was directed towards his side. He was unable to block the blow because it was deflected a few metres from N31.
A small line of blood slipped from Asura's mask as he took the first blow of all his fights. He felt the pain in his side but it wasn't too serious, without even realising it he had a smile on his face, he had in fact found someone interesting and got back into fighting position, he could finally stop limiting himself but didn't show all his strength because he knew he had to stand out from the others but without attracting too much attention because he had a lot to hide.
Since the first fight Asura had not reused his shadows, because his opponents could be beaten just with pure strength but for this fight he would have to take it a little more seriously.
The shadows began to cloak Asura's arms, transforming them, obsidian-black fur on his forearms instead of his slender hands, and medium-sized claws that could easily pierce skin. Just after his arms were transformed, he charged at N31 like a beast after its prey.
N31 also charged towards Asura, their fists collided sending not only Asura but also N31 flying, even before N31 landed Asura was already on his side, his claw tried to pierce N31's ribs but was repelled by N31's invisible barrier.
After his claw bounced off N31, Asura took a few steps to dodge N31's attack, which this time was expected. With the two attacks, Asura could confirm two things: firstly, he couldn't pierce N31's protection and secondly, N31 was suffering from the shock of colliding with Asura.
So if he couldn't pierce it he was going to break the person inside his barrier and it had to be made of Qi so he could also make the fight last but why would he do that, at last a way of testing his strength.
Before N31 even attacked Asura took a strange position as if he looked like a feline ready to pounce, the shadows covered his legs before it even finished N31 felt something he had already taken a blow that had taken him into the air, he had not even time to react he was sent to another direction.
If you look at this scene from the point of view of the spetators you would say that Asura looked like a cat playing with a ball of fur except that it was more alive and resistant.