“Ah, hiss…” At noon, when Yoru returned to the cafeteria in the Jinguji Office building to eat, he grimaced and sucked in cold air while struggling to stuff food into his mouth.
He had indeed won the fight.
But during the match, he had also been hammered by Kubotori’s combinations many times.
Now his face was bruised and swollen, and even his mouth was slightly crooked.
Just opening his mouth to eat made his face twitch with pain.
“How did your face get that swollen?” “Did we get into a dispute with another group?” “Who was it?
The Sanba Family?
Or the Ise-Kida Group?” Hana, who had also come to eat, saw his miserable state and immediately looked like she was facing a powerful enemy.
No way, right?
Was another organization planning to move against the Jinguji Group?
Please don’t.
I can’t beat anyone!
In an instant, her mind had already imagined the Jinguji Group clashing with another gang, only to be wiped out in the end.
“No.
My coach beat me up.” Yoru shook his head and answered honestly.
Looking at how frightened the boss lady was, he sometimes genuinely wondered whether Hana and Ichika’s character settings had been swapped.
As Jinguji’s big sister, Hana had an elegant aura and a gentle personality.
She did not look like someone from the underworld at all.
Ichika was the complete opposite!
As a police officer, she had an ahoge, shark teeth, dead-fish eyes, and solved everything with violence.
She was practically more yakuza than the yakuza.
“Your coach beat you?” “Then it’s fine!” Hearing that, Hana instantly sighed in relief.
“But what bad thing did you do to make your coach hit you?” After placing down her tray, she sat elegantly across from him and curiously reached out with her pale fingers, gently touching his swollen cheek.
The swollen area was hot, while her fingers were cool.
It felt strange.
Yoru instinctively tilted his head away and emphasized, “I didn’t do anything bad.
It was actual combat training.” “Actual combat?” “What kind of third-rate boxing gym did you join?” Hana immediately complained, “You’ve only trained for three days.
No, wait, it’s only noon, so it hasn’t even been three days!
And they already dared to let you step into the ring?” “I asked for it myself.
Ah—” Speaking pulled at the swollen corner of his mouth, and Yoru let out a muffled groan.
“Serves you right.
That’s what you get for reaching too high.
You only trained for two days, and you already dared to enter the ring with someone.” Hana elegantly rolled her eyes.
“Now you know the difference between yourself and a professional boxer, right?
You learned the hard way.” “No, I won.” Yoru tilted his head and used the still-usable left side of his mouth to shovel in a big bite of rice.
“You won?” Hana’s eyelid twitched slightly, then she immediately concluded, “A first-sight kill?” His tendons were abnormal, just like Hina-chan’s.
If he suddenly erupted, it was indeed possible for him to instantly defeat an unprepared professional-level opponent.
“Boss lady, you’re underestimating me.” “The moment Coach Kubotori saw me, he said I was a once-in-a-century boxing genius.” “He not only personally taught me the basics, but also watched me train the whole time.
He knew my punching path and explosive power very clearly.
I won purely through real strength.” Yoru answered while smugly swaying his head.
That was right.
Real strength!
Ignoring Extraordinary Tendons and Heart of Muscle, his own talent had also played a tiny role.
Didn’t that count as real strength?
“So you sent him to the hospital?” Hana complained, “How filial of you.” “How did you know Coach went to the hospital?” Hearing that familiar style of complaint, Yoru’s cheek twitched slightly.
“Isn’t it obvious?” “Your muscle mass is several times Hina-chan’s.
With the same abnormal tendons in your body, your explosive power would only be stronger.
How could an ordinary person possibly withstand monster power like yours?” “If you won, then your coach definitely went to the hospital.” Hana’s analysis was logical and well-founded.
“Fine.
Coach did go to the hospital.” Yoru admitted it.
“But it’s nothing serious.
Just a broken nose and a mild concussion.” Then he asked expectantly, “By the way, Boss, in your professional opinion, can I beat Hina-chan now?” “Mm…?” Hana did not speak.
She simply raised her head and quietly stared at him with her clear black-and-white eyes.
Her gaze clearly said, “Are you serious?” with obvious disdain mixed in.
It was as if she had only now realized Yoru was this petty.
A little girl had beaten him twice, and he had held onto it until now, constantly thinking about hitting back.
So scummy!
He was…
almost catching up to her.
But that was not bad!
If Yoru could really restrain Hina-chan, then she would no longer have to worry about Hina running away whenever she felt like it.
“What?” “Is there something on my face?” Being stared at until he felt uncomfortable all over, Yoru subconsciously touched his cheek, but there were no rice grains there.
“No.
I just feel like I’ve only just gotten to know you.” “Mm, not bad!” Hana smiled softly, then replied, “But right now, you still can’t.
Hina-chan’s abnormal tendons are only one part of her strength.
What’s even stronger is her inhuman reaction speed and combat instinct.” “So don’t get carried away just because you luckily beat one boxing coach.
You need to understand that retired and active are two completely different things.” “Is that so?” “Looks like I still need to keep working hard.” Others might not know, but Yoru still trusted his boss lady’s eye.
“Do your best.
Knock Hina-chan down and make her keep earning big money for me!” Hana put down her rice ball, raised her little fist, and cheerfully encouraged him.
That mature elegance mixed with a hint of playful cuteness made even the bruised and swollen Yoru stare blankly for a moment.
Sure enough, his boss lady was much easier on the eyes than that wicked policewoman!
“Don’t worry.
It’s only a matter of time.” Yoru’s face was bruised and swollen, but his tone was full of confidence.
“Mm.
Big sis believes in you!” Hana nodded firmly.
This concerned her money tree.
Whether she believed him internally or not, she had to do the surface work properly.
After all, motivational speech did not cost money.
“Of course.” Yoru first answered firmly, then asked curiously, “By the way, Boss, hasn’t Valkyria already gotten on track?
Why are you eating in the cafeteria again?” “Isn’t it because of Hina-chan?
She keeps complaining that her opponents aren’t strong enough and says she’ll quit if she gets bored.” Hana said helplessly, “So Nozomi and I are preparing to hold an elimination tournament.
We’re currently screening fighters.” “Quit?
Impossible!” Yoru did not believe that at all.
“That little lunatic loves fighting down to her bones.
There’s absolutely no way she’d give it up!” “Of course I know that.” Hana nodded.
“But the gap in strength is too huge, and the fights have no suspense.
Even if she doesn’t get bored, the audience will.
So whether it’s for her sake or Valkyria’s development, we need to bring in more strong fighters.
That way, we can grow bigger and stronger!” “Grow bigger and stronger?” “How big are you planning to make it?” Thinking of the Kengan Annihilation Tournament, Yoru’s curiosity was stirred.
“For the first tournament, four fighters!” Hana declared with great ambition.
“F-four?” “That…
that’s what you call growing bigger and stronger?” Yoru’s mouth twitched sharply, and this time it was not because of pain.
He was purely shocked by the “scale.” Four fighters?
Two rounds and the champion was decided?
It could not even last three rounds.
Could that even be called an elimination tournament?
Was this playing house?
“We’re just starting out, aren’t we?” “And even with that, we still haven’t found the last fighter yet!” Hana did not think there was any problem.
Weren’t small organizations all like this?
They were weak, had few resources, and had low tolerance for mistakes, so of course they had to take it one step at a time.
“Then I wish you great success.
I’m heading out to make deliveries.” Seeing that both portions of food had already been emptied by his half-functioning mouth while the boss lady was still chewing one grain of rice at a time, Yoru stood up and prepared to leave.
“You’re injured, so rest for a few days.
I’m not short on money right now.” Hana looked at his face with concern.
“It’s fine.
I’ll treat it as getting some fresh air.” Yoru waved his hand, rejecting her kindness.