[ Akashi gym]
In the early hours of Sunday, Tenzo ushers Senju and Hinata to the gym.
"You better have a good reason for waking me so early, Tenzo." Senju lets out a groggy growl.
The pink-haired Akashi is wearing his grey hoodie, consuming her smaller form and her matching grey with black sandals dragging against the concrete.
Hinata silently follows them in a tracksuit, dark lines under her eyes and her nostrils are flaring in the cold wind.
"This better be worth it, Tenzo. " Hinata grumbles.
Tenzo pays no mind to the twin cherries, tucked in his Brahman uniform, the VP whistles a tune like the birds in the bleeding morning.
"Before you two kill me, let me do the presentation at least." He smirks.
Senju rolls her eyes at him, "Hurry up then. "
"TA-DA!" Tenzo gestures to the gym's entrance.
Parked by the sidewalk are two Super Cubs,
The twin navy blue motorbikes are effortlessly adding to the aesthetic of the gym with the soft purrs of the 4-stroke cylinder engines.
The complaints died out and in their place are the puzzled looks of Senju and Hinata.
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-250 000 SP
-250 000 SP
+2 Super Cubs available in storage.
Balance: 112 000 SP
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'Half a million for bikes...' Tenzo sobs to his system.
'All purchases are final, Host. The system's valuation of goods is worth every SP.'
'Of course you'd say that!' Tenzo snaps at his system.
'Is Host displeased with my service?' The system gathers.
'Shut up. '
"Tenzo, where did you get these?" Senju finally spoke out.
"Oh? I've been working hard, Boss." Tenzo snickers.
Hinata glares up at him, her body drifting to the motorbikes like a moth to a flame. "I don't know what to say..." Hinata mumbles.
Senju tilts her head to him, a stern look in her eyes. "Is this from the fight ring money?"
"Half and half. " He lies.
"Good, as long as it's adults involved, I don't care how much you make; just don't be like Kiyomasa." Senju wishes.
"Never," Tenzo promises.
Like a switch, her face brightened up, and a piercing, joyous squeal escaped her lips.
"OH-KAMI, WE HAVE BIKES!" Senju jumped for joy.
The ecstatic Brahman President threw herself over the Super Cub on the left side, clutching the bike like a Christmas gift.
"This is amazing, Tenzo~" she praised.
"Anything for you, love. He cheekily responds with a proud look on his face.
"So adorable. " Sanzu's monotone voice cuts through their moment.
'!'
WHOOOSSHH
Crack
A kick blurs to Tenzo's face, but the delinquent reacts in time to block it.
The hiss of his bones meeting the sole of a boot echoes around the area.
"Tenzo!" Hinata screeches.
Tenzo leaps back, creating space between himself and Sanzu.
"Sanzu, stop!" Senju leaps at her older brother, her arm extending to catch his wrist.
"Nah, ah~" Hanma chimes in with a horizontal kick to her exposed left.
Bang
"Ughhh –" Senju gasps for air as her body slams against the cold metal of the Super Cub.
"You bastard!"
Taiju throws a left hook at Sanzu.
Bang
He blocks it with his forearm and counters with a side kick to Tenzo's thigh.
"Hiss–"
The kick buckles his legs. Sanzu mercilessly attacks with a combo of punches and knee kicks to Tenzo's upper body, each attack met flesh and groaning bones.
Crack
A back heel kick to Tenzo's stomach was the finishing blow, sending him flying a few metres off the ground and tumbling on the dry grass.
"Fuck..." Tenzo whines.
Hanagaki's pain tolerance did its best to numb the pain, but Sanzu's blows were not like those of an ordinary teen or the average adult.
"Is this fucker, a superhuman?" Tenzo grits out.
'Host, certain characters are above the average male strength, such as Manjiro Sano, who exceeds the twentieth percentile, reaching closer to the thirties.
"What?!" Tenzo barks out loud.
'Just like the rankings of gangs by physical prowess and intelligence, the higher of a rank the host faces, the more difficult the fight is, but don't worry, Host. This world has a limitation of 28% prowess. ' System reveals.
'So, you're telling me that some of these punks are at Superhuman capabilities?' Tenzo gawks out.
'Yes...would Host like to upgrade his stats?'
'Deactivate system. '
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[System Deactivated]
System shutting down for 10 minutes...
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"Step back, now," Senju orders Hanma in a cold voice. Her hazel eyes were replaced with cold emerald green.
"Ou–scary ~" Hanma licks his bottom lip in thrill at her cold demeanor.
WHOOOSSHH
Senju and Hanma pounce at each other; the taller teen delivers an axe kick to the Brahman President.
Senju side-steps the kick and twists her body to a full revolution and leaps off the ground in her turn.
"Holy–"
BANG
The back of her heel kisses his jaw, causing his neck to twist to align with his right shoulder.
Thud
Hanma's body dropped before his eyes fully rolled back.
A vicious finish that left everyone frozen in place; even Sanzu's anger simmered down at Hanma's defeat.
"Haruchiyo, please stop," Senju spoke with her foot on top of Hanma's head.
"Tsk, can that tall bastard even win a fight?" Sanzu scowls.
"Oi! You're still fighting me." Tenzo calls him out.
"Taiju, stand down." Senju orders in an authoritative pitch, leaving no room for discussion.
Tenzo involuntarily takes a step back, a cold shiver going down his spine at Senju's aura.
'What is this feeling?' He gulps.
In front of him wasn't his goofy girlfriend; this was Brahman's leader and one of the few people who could rival Manjiro Sano's genius.
'There are levels to this." He mutters.
Sanzu was the only person not affected by her at all.
Sanzu emits his dark impulses on Senju's fierce pink. A clash of unrivalled siblings separated by the wound of their elder brother.
Flashback.
Tokyo | 2004
[Akashi gym]
Before the mats, clean Doboks and eager students, the gym was a neglected business that only served the ashes of Takeomi's cigarette buds. The ring still took centre stage of the gym, with the punching bags slumped on the walls. This was no place to teach combat; even the owner knew this cold truth.
"This place is a dump, Takeomi. You should hire a janitor at least. Wakasa puffs out his criticism.
"Literally, I've seen more burnt cigarettes than actual students in the last month. Benkei jokes.
"Fuck off, both of you." Takeomi chokes out, soothing his black locks.
Wakasa is of average height for a Japanese man with blue and yellow streaks in his hair, a long cigarette between his lips and wearing the all-white uniform of his gang, Kōdō Rengou, next to him is Benkei, a tall and bulky dark-skinned man with a snow-white buzz cut and beard, adorned in an all-black uniform that contrasts with Wakasa's uniform. Benkei is the leader of the gang Ragnarok, the rival gang of Kōdō Rengou.
Long passed was the unity of the Black Dragons by Shinichiro Sano; Wakasa and Benkei moved on to their previous territories, and Takeomi, feeling lost of what to do without Shinichiro's guidance or the weight of the Black Dragons' name, fell into a habit of drinking and gambling.
"Where are the brats?" Wakasa questions.
"They're at Shinichiro's place, training in his grandfather's dojo." Takeomi bluntly replies.
"It's a waste for you to not train them here. What's the point of keeping this place open if you have no students?" Benkei presses.
"I'm too sober for this shit." Takeomi snaps at them.
"Don't be sensitive now-"
"Don't, Wakasa." Takeomi cuts him off. "You two have something to go back to; all I had was the Black Dragons. Takeomi excuses himself.
"Pfft-you can't be serious, Takeomi?" Benkei clicks his tongue. "You have two siblings that depend on you! Stop making excuses to be a fucker!" Benkei steps up to him, grabbing Takeomi by the collar of his shirt.
"Hey, relax." Wakasa grabs Benkei's wrist.
"Tsk. You're a pathetic excuse of a man, Takeomi. "
Takeomi chuckles at the insult, his sunken eyes staring back at Benkei. "Are you done?"
Thud
Benkei shoves him back. Takeomi falls back-first to the ground.
"Pathetic. Benkei storms out of the gym.
Wakasa looks down at Takeomi, giving him an apologetic look before walking off.
Unbeknownst to them, that was the last time they would see him...
End.