Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Yang Nai stood by the car door, carrying a shoulder bag that seemed out of place with her overall demeanor.

Beside her, the bodyguard couldn't help but advise, "Miss, you should call the police or an ambulance. There's no point in just waiting."

Do you think he will lose?

Yang raised an eyebrow, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.

Why not?

The bodyguard smiled bitterly to himself.

"As a fighter, his strength is indeed outstanding, and he is qualified to participate in the Kengan tournament, but street fighting, armed combat and competition cannot be categorized together."

He was a bodyguard hired by the Yukino family at a high price, or you could say a security consultant. Although he was paid to do his job, he didn't need to be too humble in his attitude toward his employer. He had to tell some truths even if his employer didn't like to hear them. After all, if Yato hadn't put pressure on them earlier, they wouldn't have been able to leave so easily.

"..."

"That's right."

Before Yang Nai could speak, a voice interrupted.

A young man emerged from the shadows of the alley.

"If it's a one-on-one fight, even if weapons are used, it's impossible for me to get covered in them."

The young man had short, black hair with slightly long bangs that could easily cover his eyes, but now they were swept up to reveal his forehead. In his bright and spirited eyes, there was a flame burning quietly, both cold and hot, like a branding iron that could freeze people!

His face wasn't particularly handsome, but his features were well-proportioned and harmonious, the kind that easily evoked a positive impression. Combined with his dangerous and cold demeanor, he possessed a fatal attraction for certain women who yearned for mystery and were full of adventurous spirits, more so than simply handsome men.

His figure was tall and slender, and his steps seemed casual, yet contained a certain regularity, as if each step had been measured. He walked without making a sound, like a feline predator roaming in the night.

Every step we took was marked by bloody footprints.

His clothes were also covered in blood.

"Yato...!"

Yang exclaimed in surprise and rushed over to check on his condition.

"It's not my blood."

Yato slapped away her groping hand.

The bodyguard's gaze towards Yato had changed somewhat.

It's not as simple as 'it's not his blood'; he probably doesn't even have a scratch on his body! If you have to say, it's just that he's exhausted.

What happened after they left?

"Looking like this, it seems you can't wander around outside for the time being, otherwise you'll definitely attract the attention of the police."

Knowing that Yato was alright, Haruno secretly breathed a sigh of relief and revealed her usual charming smile with a hint of cunning. The man being looked at by her watery eyes could only passively follow her lead.

However, Yato is an exception.

"You don't mind if I hitch a ride, do you?"

Yato took off his blood-soaked jacket and threw it into the trash can, leaving him in only a t-shirt. Looking at the muscular curves that the thin t-shirt could not completely conceal, which seemed like solid iron, Haruno's eyes flickered, and she deliberately sighed and said, "You really don't hold back with me. I clearly asked you to marry into my family, but you still refused."

"What a joke. Anyone would break down sooner or later if they stayed with a woman like you."

Yato got into the car and gave the address to the bodyguard who was driving.

"How cold you are. I've been thinking about you the whole time." With a sweet, fragrant scent, Haruno pressed herself against him without any guard, completely unconcerned about the bloodstains on his body. She rested her chin on his shoulder, and Yato could clearly feel her warm, moist breath.

Having been in this world for over ten years, setting aside memories of my past life, I am no different from the native inhabitants until one day more than a year ago, when my cheat system finally arrived.

Yato still remembers that day was the day Haruno graduated from high school, and it was also the day they officially broke up.

"Although you may not like to hear this, I actually feel that my life has been revitalized since you left."

"Don't be so harsh, you're hurting me."

Yang Nai pouted and poked his arm muscles with her finger, complaining.

Yato waved his hand dismissively and said, "I was the one who got dumped. You guys who are living the rosy, flowery youth should keep quiet."

"Because even if I don't say it, you will, won't you? I don't want my first love to end with me being dumped. I'd rather have some pity on my fragile girlish heart."

Yato didn't dare turn around to look at Haruno's expression and took the initiative to change the subject.

"...Why are you at the stadium tonight?"

"What do you think?"

Yang Nai seemed to glean some unexpected good news from his reaction. She raised an eyebrow and smiled triumphantly. Her charm, which lay between that of a girl and a woman, was hard to describe.

"Of course I came to see you. I heard that a genius fighter is causing a bloodbath in the Tokyo fighting world, so I came out of curiosity."

"Wow? What are your thoughts?"

"As expected of my lover, you won beautifully."

"...was her former lover."

Yato's eyelids twitched.

"So, to tell the truth? Are you here to find fighters for your family?"

"Guessed it right."

“I heard that a new group has challenged Bishamon to a duel, and there will be many strong fighters participating, so I came to see if there are any candidates I can recruit.”

Yang sat up straight, his attitude suddenly becoming serious.

"Since you've decided to find a fighter, it means your family is in trouble, right?"

Yato pondered for a moment, then suddenly uttered a word.

"The Kengan Match?"

Chapter 6

Kengan.

This can be understood as 'entrusting one's own fighting spirit to the fist of a fighter's fist'.

It can be traced back hundreds of years, when a ruler proposed using formal armed conflict to restrain endless and unrestrained brutal competition, making violence a solution to order, which was unanimously approved by the ruling class at the time.

Nowadays, a large number of businesses across Japan have joined a union called the 'Kengan Association'.

They use Kengan matches to achieve certain goals.

It's similar to a gambling match.

Place your bets on the agent, who is also the fighter.

They rely on their fists to achieve a common victory.

This is the 'Kengan Match'!

Yato's clear understanding of the situation is not only due to his position in the underworld of martial arts, but also related to his memories from his past life.

He vaguely remembered that there was a fighting game that had the words "Kengan" on it.

Although he couldn't remember the plot very well, he did remember some of the characters' names.

For example, there's the Thai war god Gaoran, the Wakatsuki samurai with muscle density more than fifty times that of an average person, and the Wu clan, an assassination group, etc...

In short, the world is not as peaceful and leisurely as it seems on the surface.

“You really guessed everything.” Yang Nai shrugged. “Some greedy big shots in Tokyo are always trying to get their hands on things, and our family just happened to be in the middle of the road. I came to Tokyo this time for two reasons: one is to apply for the Kengan Tournament, and the other is to find a qualified fighter.”

"The local powerful clans of Chiba don't have any decent fighters?"

Yato was somewhat surprised.

"There is something to it, but if you can't win, then there's no point in doing it."

Yang No shook his head.

Yato understood what she meant.

Since they applied for the Kengan Tournament, it means that Yukinoshita wants to avoid the losses caused by direct competition and is trying to solve the problem in a more 'lossless' way. If they win, they can even make a profit, but if they lose, they will have to obediently give up the road.

In the long run, a more economically powerful "outsider" will inevitably become a major threat, which is far more serious than the losses caused by setting up a defensive line to prevent the opponent from entering the market.

"Who is the opponent?"

Yato knew very well that in the Kengan worldview, no corporate family would not keep a group of 'violent elements' under their control, especially a powerful clan like the Yukinoshita family, which was deeply rooted in the local area.

He didn't believe it when asked if he didn't have a few skilled fighters under his command.

Putting everything else aside, there were those two bodyguard uncles sitting in the front.

Their total attributes are all above 6. Although they can't compare to me, their combat experience and fighting skills are definitely not far behind.

Attributes can only determine physical attributes, not a person's combat skills.

Yato understood this principle a long time ago.

"Are you curious?"

Yang's tone was playful.

"Of course I'm curious about a fighter who can beat up your Yukinoshita family."

Yato said indifferently.

"Saying it was a beating is really too much, but... there's no denying what that person said."

Yang's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

This kind of problem, which cannot be solved by intelligence and social skills, is the one she is most helpless about.

"Izumi Hatsumi of the Nogi Group is a veteran fighter. It is said that he is an Aikido master who has won every match he has participated in with an absolute advantage. He even created a style named after his own surname. He is incredibly powerful. Among all the agents of the Kengan Association, no one has ever defeated him in a head-on fight."

Yang had already memorized all the information about the other party.

That's why she felt powerless.

The more you understand someone, the more you realize how unfathomable they are.

Although there are quite a few 'strong individuals' among the candidates for the Yukinoshita family's representative, they are clearly a level below the other party.

"With only a week left before the official competition, time is quite tight. It's difficult to recruit those well-known fighters, and even if some agree, the prices they offer are unacceptable. So I plan to look around myself and see if there are any undiscovered 'gold' waiting for me to find."

"Then you're probably going to be disappointed."

Yato said calmly.

"He's an incredibly skilled man; there aren't many people in the world who can beat him. I have to say, you made a bad move."

"You know so much about this?" Yang Nai realized what she had just said, stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly, and deliberately acted cute, "I forgot, you're a fighter now too."

His gaze fell on Yato's arm.

She remembered clearly that a little over a year ago, the other person's physique was far less strong than it is now. Although he wasn't a completely muscleless pretty boy, he was nothing like the powerful, explosive muscles he had now. He was like a blade that had been forged through countless trials, exuding a piercing sense of oppression.

A thought suddenly popped into Yang Nai's mind.

"Hey, Yato, do you want to fight him?"

"No, I'm not confident I can beat him."

Yato refused without hesitation.

"Don't say that. Men only grow faster under pressure. Winning or losing doesn't matter."

Yang patted his shoulder and said, half seriously and half jokingly.

“I know you’re not saying this because you admire my abilities, but the problem is that if I lose, I’ll probably feel guilty and then you’ll lead me by the nose. Just as you know me well, I know you well too.”

Yato glanced at her sideways and said.

“In your mind, the development of the family business is not as important as scheming to bring me here.”

"You mustn't let Mother hear this."

Yang Nai feigned a troubled expression, but his eyes held an undisguised smile.

"—However, I'm not stingy with a little advice for my 'ex' girlfriend."

Yato abruptly changed the subject and said...