Compared to this official Kengan match between Toyo Electric and the Totsuki Group, the few matches Jaden had fought before could only be described as minor scuffles.
Previously, Toyo Electric hadn't sent out any highly regarded fighters. And in the match against Ginokuniya Bookstore, although the opponent had sent out their representative fighter, the stakes weren't high. They fought, but it never escalated into something truly serious.
This match was different.
If the Totsuki Group lost, Erina-the first heir of the Totsuki Group-would become nothing more than a bargaining chip for Toyo Electric.
And if Toyo Electric lost, Totsuki would obtain a single-digit percentage of Toyo Electric's shares.
Kengan matches were an extension of business warfare.
And compared to the previous Kengan matches Jaden had participated in, this one finally embodied that reality in full.
This match could also be called Jaden's true Kengan debut.
Toyo Electric treated it with the same level of seriousness.
Although they didn't send out their own representative fighter, Julius Reinhold, they instead used a favor to hire an external combatant.
A legend within the Kengan Association.
The Wild Tiger.
Takeshi Wakatsuki.
...
"Did the data get messed up?"
At the reception area of the Kengan match venue, two staff members were organizing the documents submitted by Toyo Electric and the Totsuki Group.
When one of them saw Wakatsuki's physical data, he couldn't help but exclaim.
Because the numbers displayed were-
Height: 193 cm.
Weight: 193 kg.
"His height and weight are the same!?"
The newcomer stared at the screen in disbelief.
The data looked almost square. Like a refined industrial gas canister.
There was no way that was real.
How could a human being have identical height and weight values?
The veteran staff member beside him glanced over once.
Then shook his head.
"The data is correct."
"But-"
The newcomer tried to object, but the veteran spoke first.
"The Wild Tiger, Takeshi Wakatsuki, currently holds a record of three hundred and six wins, and two losses."
The words landed heavily.
"This man is a real monster. His body looks like that because he was born with muscle fiber density fifty-two times higher than that of an average person."
"When he was born, his weight was twelve thousand one hundred and fifty grams. More than four times that of a normal newborn."
"He possesses a superhuman physique. Worldwide, there are only a few dozen cases like his still alive."
The newcomer froze.
The veteran continued calmly.
"And unlike normal people, his muscles don't degrade with age. His muscle strength actually continues to increase as time passes."
"It's said that when he was seven years old, he could easily crush specialized titanium alloys."
"The sandbags used by ordinary fighters can be destroyed instantly by him."
"Even reinforced concrete walls can't withstand a single punch."
...
The newcomer felt as if the world in front of him had cracked open.
He stood there in a daze for a moment before snapping back to reality.
"S-Senior... this sounds too exaggerated. Are you messing with me?"
Hearing that, the veteran staff member shook his head slowly.
"I understand why you'd think that. When I was new, I reacted the same way when I first heard all this."
He looked at the newcomer with a serious expression.
"But don't underestimate this world."
"As for how I know..."
He paused briefly.
"That's because if you stay in the Kengan Association long enough, you'll eventually know things like this."
"These aren't secrets."
"And the Wild Tiger... didn't earn his name by relying on talent alone."
...
"I can say this with certainty."
Before the match had even begun, while the arena was still being cleaned, someone in the audience spoke with confidence.
"The winner will be Wakatsuki."
The person sitting next to him instinctively wanted to question that statement.
But when he turned his head and saw who was speaking, the words caught in his throat.
This wasn't an ordinary spectator.
It was a well-known active fighter in the Kengan Association.
The super-popular professional wrestler-
The Hell's Angel, Jun Sekibayashi.
Sekibayashi sat with his thick arms folded across his chest. Noticing the glance, he continued speaking.
"I'm not trying to belittle that super rookie, Jaden."
"Even though he's only fought a few matches, he clearly possesses first-class-maybe even super-class-combat skill."
"Jaden is undoubtedly a talent who could stir up the Kengan matches."
He paused.
"But people like him..."
"There hasn't been just one."
Sekibayashi's gaze settled on the empty arena.
Memories flashed through his mind.
"In the past, there were the Ogre, the Supernova, the Reformer, the Savior... countless fighters who were hyped to the heavens."
"For example, the karate master who was said to have killed a polar bear with a single straight punch."
"The Karateka with the God-Slaying Fist."
"For example, the man who was rumored to have pushed the history of modern martial arts forward by a hundred years."
"A legendary mixed martial artist whose name still comes up whenever people discuss the strongest fighters."
"For example, the Northern European monster who, like Wakatsuki, possessed a superhuman physique."
"One of the few remaining cases in the world."
"He was hailed as having power unmatched by all humanity."
"For example, the man who dominated the underground fighting scene in South America."
"Those who fought him reportedly only realized they had lost after everything was already over."
"There was also the Jiu-Jitsu practitioner with five hundred wins and zero losses."
"And the chosen one, hailed as surpassing the Fang of Metsudo."
"A genius who used mysterious martial arts, with a completely unknown background."
Sekibayashi smiled.
"But all of them were defeated by Wakatsuki."
"Overwhelmingly."
"Those matches couldn't even be called fights."
"They were simply beaten down by Wakatsuki."
"In Wakatsuki's more than three hundred matches, the only people who could truly stand on equal footing with him were-"
"The Drifting Cloud, Gensai Kuroki."
"And the Fang of Metsudo, Agito Kanoh."
"Wakatsuki has only lost to those two."
He exhaled slowly.
"So..."
"I've seen many matches like this."
"I've seen people more arrogant than Jaden."
"I've seen people more famous than Jaden."
"I've seen fighters whose performances were even more exaggerated than his."
"I've sat in this same seat countless times, wondering if Wakatsuki's legend would finally come to an end."
Sekibayashi looked toward the arena again.
"But I'm still sitting here."
"And I can say it with certainty, once more."
"-The winner will be Wakatsuki."
As he finished speaking, the arena was fully prepared.
The lights shifted.
From opposite fighter tunnels, two figures emerged.
The Wild Tiger, Takeshi Wakatsuki.
And the Wild Tiger, Jaden Yuki.
Under countless spotlights, the audience-previously quiet-erupted into a storm of cheers.
However-
Almost all of those cheers were for Wakatsuki.
Even though this venue had been chosen by Totsuki, it felt like Wakatsuki's home ground.
Jaden looked at the man standing across from him.
He wasn't sure whether it was the deafening cheers or something else entirely.
But the moment his eyes settled on Wakatsuki's body-
Muscles stretched taut, powerful, and condensed.
Wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
Jaden's blood ignited.
Every factor within his body began to boil.
To roar.
Anticipation surged violently.
He was looking forward to this fight.
Genuinely.
Still, Jaden activated the Curse.
When the Curse landed on Takeshi Wakatsuki, a status appeared that surprised him-yet felt completely reasonable.
-Gastrointestinal Disorder (Non-lethal) (Minor) (Duration: One Hour)
This...
Was entirely different from before.
The effect was extremely light.
It even carried the modifier "Minor."
But it was still a real condition.
A problem the Curse could impose.
At most, it would only create a slight disturbance at a crucial moment.
Hoo-
After seeing the status, Jaden adjusted his plan.
He would use this minor condition to affect Wakatsuki's state during their first clash.
To seize the initiative.
As for what came afterward-
Jaden didn't notice his own expression.
There was no mirror.
But he was smiling.
Smiling more openly than ever before.
And as that smile formed, this was the thought passing through his mind.
Since the Curse is only at this level...
And since I can't apply another one for an hour while this status remains...
Then-
Let me follow this belligerent instinct.
Whether it comes from the Hanma blood.
Or that so-called Royal Family blood.
Let me fight him properly.
Let me have a great fight with him.
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