Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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They belonged neither to the attackers nor the defenders.

But for Ryo Himuro and Ken Oya, this voice was absolutely heavenly.

Himuro Ryo's gaze swept over, staring blankly at the person who strolled over.

"...Yato?"

"Has working as a bartender for too long caused your memory to become muddled from the effects of alcohol?"

The young man, dressed in a white casual suit and looking like a nobleman, said with a regretful expression.

"That's not true at all, okay?"

Ice Chamber's lips twitched.

"I'm just wondering why you've become like this."

"How does it look? More handsome and stronger? I didn't know you had such good taste."

"Stop talking nonsense! Come and help!"

"Yes Yes."

Yato shrugged noncommittally, his calm gaze sweeping over the six men.

"In any case, I wouldn't mind letting you off the hook, but he is my savior after all. You've injured him like this, so you... you should be prepared for this, right?"

The six men quickly exchanged glances and chose to retreat without hesitation.

In the end, there was only one person on the other side.

It's impossible to block both sides of the corridor.

Himuro Ryo is no longer able to stop them.

However, their judgment was only correct in terms of the 'situation', and for Yato, this level of 'correctness' was far from enough.

"Shinryu: Kaze no Kata... Arashi no Kick"

Yato kept his hands in his pockets, not even taking them out.

Turn around and swing your leg.

The movement was so fast that even afterimages could not be seen.

The atmosphere was shaken, shattered, and compressed into an invisible guillotine that swept across the corridor. To everyone present, it was like a storm had struck. After a deafening roar, only six mangled corpses lay in the corridor.

Chapter 194

In the ship's lounge.

"Tell me, how did things turn out like this?"

Yato took two cans of drinks from the vending machine and tossed one of them to Himuro Ryo, who was sitting on a chair nearby.

"With your strength, you shouldn't be unable to handle those few small fry, right?"

He unscrewed the lid and asked casually.

"...There's nothing to say, I'm just not as skilled as them."

Himuro Ryo lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"In the end, is this all the kind of man you are?"

Yato chuckled.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a third party's voice came from the doorway of the lounge.

"You can't say that, Mr. Himuro...!"

Kaneda Suekichi, leaning on his cane, stepped into the lounge with considerable difficulty.

His face had become much less swollen after the injuries were treated, but his injuries on his body had not improved at all. Thick bandages could be seen from the collar of his kimono, and his left foot was in a cast.

Despite appearing extremely disheveled and vulnerable, he showed no fear in the face of Yato, whose strength far surpassed his own.

"Mr. Himuro went easy on me because he accepted my challenge, but I shamelessly took advantage of that and broke his arm... Otherwise, those guys who could even defeat me would never be a match for Mr. Himuro."

The Red Man Style originated from ancient battlefields and is a defensive technique specifically designed to counter the side with weapons. Therefore, it can also be considered a type of jujitsu, aiming to subdue and kill the enemy in the shortest possible time.

Is this martial art tailor-made for the weak? Not necessarily, but it is definitely a martial art suitable for him, a weak person.

By observing for a long time and taking advantage of the other party's contempt, they can provoke a conflict.

However, the result still underestimated the strength of the official combat representatives.

He unexpectedly broke his left arm, and then easily knocked him to the ground with a combination of attacks.

Kaneda Suekichi not only accepted his defeat wholeheartedly, but even felt ashamed.

Then he could only watch helplessly as his opponent dragged his wounded body into battle.

It could even be described as a lifelong disgrace.

Unwilling to accept this outcome, he fought back and helped Himuro Ryo fight against the group, but in the end he was of no help at all. He only managed to inflict some minor injuries on the other side before being knocked unconscious.

In this situation, Himuro Ryo protected himself and President Oya with only one hand and held out until reinforcements arrived.

In Kaneda Suekichi's mind, Mr. Himuro, who could do this much, was simply ridiculously strong. He was completely impressed and even his shame disappeared.

Perhaps what we should feel instead of shame is pride when we lose to someone like that?

No matter who it is, Suekichi Kaneda will never allow Ryo Himuro to be insulted.

"There is no such thing as fairness in the world of duelists."

Yato remained expressionless, his tone cold.

"It's a mistake that shouldn't have happened to Himuro Ryo, that someone like you could break his left arm. But now that it has happened, he should know what he'll face next."

"...?!"

Kaneda Suekichi gritted his teeth and remained silent.

That's right.

He can use tactics, and so can others.

But having said that.

“Mr. Himuro… is a true fighter; he is definitely not just ‘a man of this caliber’.”

"All right."

Ice Chamber Ryo suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Himuro?"

"Yato is right, this is my own problem, I can't blame anyone else."

Himuro Ryo let out a deep sigh.

“Where I came from, no one follows the rules, so for me… as long as I can win, I’ll use any means necessary. That’s how I’ve always lived. But I guess after leaving that place, life has been too smooth sailing, and I’ve even forgotten something this important.”

"Blindly indulging in the joy of becoming a representative of the fighters and competing with other strong individuals for the title of 'strongest,' he made the most unforgivable mistake—underestimating his opponents."

"If I had gone all out from the start, with my strength, I could have taken you down in twenty seconds. But I was too arrogant. This arm is the price I paid for it. There's no explanation for it."

"As for the fact that others took advantage of the situation afterward, that was even more true. I won't complain that they shouldn't have come knocking at this time; I only blame myself for being too stupid."

Himuro Ryo stared directly at Kaneda Suekichi, whose complex expression seemed to be trying to comfort him, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I don't need my defeated underlings to tell me what to do. If you want to teach me a lesson, you'd better become stronger, as strong as this guy, and come back when you can beat me to the ground."

As he spoke, he gestured with his perfectly intact right hand to Yato, who was drinking and watching the show by himself.

"..."

Kaneda Suekichi took a deep breath, suppressing his boiling emotions.

“I understand. I will become stronger, and then… I will come back to fight you fair and square. Until then, I will act with you. If there are any new attackers, let me deal with them. Don’t let my injuries get any worse.”

"...As for the injury, to be honest, I don't think it will be healed until the end of the match."

Himuro Ryo glanced at his left arm, which was in a cast and sling across his chest, and sighed with some difficulty.

"After all, it's a comminuted fracture, and you don't have my recovery ability... No, even if you did have my recovery ability, it would be impossible to recover completely in just two or three days."

Yato interjected.

It's no joke that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or muscle.

Himuro Ryo's hand injury isn't incurable; with proper rest, it shouldn't affect his future fighting career. However, forcing himself to fight will definitely not yield good results.

Although Himuro Ryo has become much stronger and was able to change the original trajectory of his fate, forcefully overpowering Kaneda Suekichi, who should have been able to replace him by defeating the stronger opponent, the other elimination tournament contestants are not as easy to 'bully' as Kaneda Suekichi.

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"If you were in your prime, you could definitely make it into the top sixteen. But now that you're missing an arm, it's affecting your strength more than just a little bit. You wouldn't be able to win against those people again. So, let your boss choose another fighter to take your place."

"It's a bit of a shame that I can't show my skills in front of a global audience, but that's just how it is."

Himuro Ryo said with a wry smile.

"how come……"

Kaneda Suekichi's face was blank.

He never expected things to turn out this way.

Why didn't I foresee this scene, even though I'm good at anticipating things?

No, perhaps it was pre-read.

But because of his own selfishness, he believed he could win.

So I didn't take it to heart.

"No, absolutely not... There must be another way! Mr. Himuro's hands must still have a way."

. ........ .......

"There is a solution, but I'm not sure if it will work."

Hearing Kaneda Suekichi's unconscious whisper, Yato suddenly spoke.

"?!"

Kaneda Suekichi suddenly raised his head, disregarding his cane, and came to Yato without hesitation to perform a dogeza (a deep bowing gesture).

"Please! I hope you can lend a helping hand. I am willing to bear any cost."

"Hey, Kaneda, that's not your place to say that."

Suddenly, a man with a bulbous nose walked in.

He is Ken Oya, the owner of Yoshinokuniya Bookstore, a leading publishing house in Japan.

"President Oya?"

Himuro Ryo and Kaneda Suekichi were taken aback.

Ken Oya nodded to them in response, then walked up to Yato with a serious expression and an unusually solemn attitude.

“I have put in a lot of effort to participate in this elimination round. At this critical moment, Himuro is indispensable. I know you are friends, and even if Kaneda and I don’t say anything, you will help me. But this is not the way I, Ken Oya, do things.”

"Hyuro is a corporate representative who was injured because of me, so I'll pay for his medical expenses."

"Oh? Then, President Oya, how much are you willing to pay for the 'medical expenses'?"

Yato raised an eyebrow, looking quite intrigued.

"Of course... all of them."

Ken Oya revealed a resolute smile.

"All" doesn't refer to personal wealth.

So, does that mean... switching sides?

A strange light flashed in Yato's eyes.

I never expected such an unexpected gain... No, it's hard to say whether the other party did it on purpose.