he night was thick with tension, the air charged with anticipation. James Lee had been tracking Toman's movements, using his system to identify weak points and opportunities. One of Toman's mid-tier fighters, reckless but strong, patrolled an alleyway near the school—a perfect target to demonstrate Valhalla's rising power and set a warning.
James Lee approached with Yamagishi, Kazutora, and Hiroto, shadows moving seamlessly along the rooftops. The system pulsed, highlighting optimal positioning, attack angles, and timing. Every recruit's ability, perk, and skill card was synced to maximize efficiency and minimize risk.
The Toman member noticed them and sneered. "Valhalla? Who do you think you are?" he spat, fists clenching.
James Lee's eyes glinted. "I'm the name you'll remember. Step aside—or learn the consequences."
The fight erupted with terrifying speed. James Lee moved first, activating Shadow Step, dodging the initial strike with inhuman precision. Each movement flowed into a counter, his strikes precise and devastating. The system tracked every hit, calculating damage, efficiency, and opportunity.
[Perks in Action: Quick Reflexes, Eagle Eye, Precision Strike, Tactical Vision]
Kazutora and Hiroto flanked, cutting off escape routes and forcing the Toman member into James Lee's calculated zone. The alleyway became a storm of speed, strategy, and strength. Even as the Toman fighter tried to retaliate, every attack was anticipated, countered, and punished.
With a final, perfectly executed strike combining Precision Strike and Shadow Step, the Toman member collapsed to the ground, barely conscious, his pride shattered. Blood dripped from a split brow and torn clothing, and the surrounding alleys echoed with the sounds of his defeat.
James Lee stepped forward, calm and commanding. "This is Valhalla. Remember the name." His voice carried authority, intimidation, and the promise of unstoppable growth. The defeated fighter's eyes widened—not with anger, but recognition of the power he had underestimated.
Yamagishi and the others helped ensure the Toman member survived, but only barely, sending a clear message: Valhalla could crush resistance without mercy, but loyalty and potential were recognized if one surrendered.
Word spread quickly. Rumors of James Lee's overwhelming power and Valhalla's dominance traveled fast through both the streets and school. Even Toman's upper ranks began to hear whispers of a gang growing faster, stronger, and smarter than anyone had anticipated.
James Lee retreated to a rooftop with his recruits, watching the city lights below. The clash was not just about power—it was a demonstration, a message, and a strategy. Every victory, every battle, every near-death opponent added experience, leveled up skills, and unlocked new perks.
He allowed himself a small smile. Valhalla had begun its first direct strike, and the world—or at least Tokyo—was starting to take notice. The Toman clash was only the beginning.
"Every fight, every recruit, every strategy… another step toward domination. Valhalla will not stop until it rules."