Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 101 What the Evil Spirit Cares About
"Huh?! Has the 'monster' woken up from its nap...?"

Stryker's expression was serious. He took out his walkie-talkie to reassure her, "Just a moment, it's just some boring personal business, it'll be over soon."

"..."

There was no more sound inside the helicopter cabin, but the pressure that everyone could feel had increased rather than decreased.

Upon closer inspection, a small crack appeared in the cabin door, and some kind of "gaze" shot out from inside, quickly sweeping across the faces of everyone on the deck.

Shiraki Shō, Guji Katsumi, Yagami Hikoichi, Gara, Maruk, Yagami Joichi...

These powerful individuals suddenly felt as if their cheeks had been scratched by the sharp claws of a ferocious beast, and even had the illusion of bleeding.

"...?!"

Whose gaze was it, exactly?

The only people who could answer this question were the two who were unable to speak—Shiraki Sei, Yuji Katsumi, and Suedo Atsushi.

"Hey, is that him? No way..."

Mo Tang Hou's eyes widened, and he couldn't even make a sound. His throat trembled uncontrollably as he recalled the monstrous villain who had "killed" Yu Di Du Bu!

Just as Stryker was about to continue calming him down, the helicopter door was suddenly flung open.

Wow!

A backlit male figure appeared in everyone's field of vision, its strong presence overshadowing everything around it, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

"Ha! Streiley, you've found a great spot to enjoy the sea breeze!"

The man seemed to want to get to the deck, but instead of using a rope like Stray did, he took a step forward casually, as if he were walking down his own stairs.

Swish!
The man lost his footing and fell free from a height of nearly 100 meters.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the rope beside him, forcefully offsetting the impact of the fall, and his toes lightly touched the deck.

shuh...

The man had one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand he loosened his grip on the rope, and you could vaguely see dust particles that had come off due to friction.

The exaggerated way he landed seemed rather ordinary compared to his appearance.

It was a body with terrifying, devilish muscles, an explosive sense of power, metallic bronze skin, and long, dark red hair.

Height over 190cm and weight significantly over 100kg!

A black short-sleeved top, paired with black leotard trousers and cloth shoes.

With clearly defined facial muscles, strong features, and sharp eyes, he exudes a unique blend of "anger" and "fierceness."

In a word—Strong!

"..."

The moment the man appeared, everyone on the deck froze.

The feeling was similar to when an antelope encounters a cheetah at extremely close range and becomes unable to move. It is said that the antelope falls into a desperate panic because it has no way to escape.

Right now, everyone on deck is in this state!
"How, how could..."

Suedo Atsushi exclaimed in astonishment, "It's Hanma Yujiro!"

A roar awakened a small group of people, getting their minds working again.

Yujiro Hanma —

This man's name is known in many fields and is remembered by people, directly or indirectly.

Records of the gambling club, intelligence on the Wu clan, urban legends, rumors from war-torn regions, casual conversations among mercenaries...

Regardless of where it came from, the "title" given to that man will never change.

【Ogre】, 【Mega Might】, and—

The strongest creature on earth!
The man named "Yujiro Hanma" is undoubtedly powerful and is recognized by countless people as the strongest at the pinnacle!
And that foreign soldier was one of Yujiro's very few old friends—Colonel Strei.

"Yong...Yongjiro..."

Stryker stepped forward with a forced smile and explained, "It will be resolved soon; we just need to seize a batch of smuggled weapons to prevent terrorist attacks."

"..."

Yujiro remained silent, clearly not paying attention to what Stray had said.

His sharp gaze fell on the two men lying on their backs not far away—Shiraki Sei and Guji Katsumi—and he quickly assessed their injuries.

"Fractured ribs: left second, left fourth, right fourth, and right fifth; multiple abrasions and lacerations on the chest; loose teeth in both the upper and lower jaws, some of which have fallen out."

“Tear on the forehead, fracture of the right upper arm, multiple lacerations and bleeding on the wrist, minor facial fracture, oral and nasal cavity damage, and two pairs of broken ribs.”

"Both parties have about ten bruises and sprains, as well as incomplete fractures..."

"What a bland, tasteless battle!" Yujiro took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow. "Alright, stand up. Don't mind me, you can continue."

Varied……?!

This abrupt statement left everyone present wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what they were hearing.

What do you mean by "we can continue"?

Was the fierce battle between Shiraki Jo and Guji Katsumi, in which they fought with all their might, merely the "opening act" for that "Hanma Yujiro"?
"..."

Seeing that neither of the two men on the ground was moving, Yujiro sighed in boredom, "They're still too green. They're boring to look at up close..."

His gaze swept over the powerful figures, "Although it's not very interesting, let's ask anyway, does anyone want to fight?"

"..."

Both "night patrolmen" had duties to perform and politely declined.

Galo tried to speak, but Baku desperately covered her mouth, refusing to let go even when glared at.

As for Maruk, he calmly raised his hand and said, "Maruk—I don't want to fight!"

Yujiro: "..."

A suppressed laugh suddenly broke out on that ghostly face, as if he had remembered something happy. "It's not bad to listen to a child's frank words once in a while."

Interrupted by Maruk, Yujiro lost interest and casually called to Strei, "Let's go!"

"……Oh!"

Stryker followed closely behind, while gesturing to the gambling leader to remind him not to forget what he had just said: to hand over the arms smuggling ship to the Japanese garrison.

Just as Yujiro was about to leave, Sada Kuni suddenly spoke, bursting into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

He was different from everyone else present—he was a dead man, so nothing mattered to him anymore, and he simply poured out everything in his heart.

Sada Kuni pointed at Yujiro and sneered, "What a joke! The strongest creature on earth!"

“I’ve heard of you before, but now it seems you’re nothing more than a ‘person’…”

His gaze swept across the room, looking at everyone. "In the end, you people are all trash that corrupts society!"

"What fighters, gamblers... in the end, none of them can compare to bullets and missiles!"

"Compared to you laughable people, I am the true warrior. Death means nothing to me; I am not afraid of death!"

"Even the fiercest 'ghost' can have its head pierced by a bullet, or be burned by the heat of a missile..."

"My battle is not over yet. Sooner or later, missiles will fall on your heads!"

"..."

The sudden curses and provocations froze many people's expressions.

However, when Yujiro stopped and turned around, his expression was not one of anger, but rather a strange smile.

"Did you all hear that? The blind man with glasses said—his fight isn't over yet."

"That's very well said!"

Yujiro raised his hand and laughed, "In battle, even if you are battered and bruised, or even if you are certain of death, as long as you don't admit defeat, you are not considered defeated."

"Hey, Streiley! I once gave you the right to challenge me once a year. Regardless of whether the methods were fair or not, just do your best to scare me. You should learn from that blind man!"

"Swords, guns, explosives, nuclear weapons... fight with everything you can!"

Ode!
Suddenly, Yujiro slid forward and delivered a powerful kick, accurately striking Sada Kuni in the crowd.

boom!
With a sharp "crack," Sada Kuni's neck was shattered by a kick, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He flew backward and crashed heavily against the cabin wall, like a mosquito that had been swatted.

shuh...

Yujiro withdrew his kick and, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, turned and left once more.

"Since you're still fighting, then consider it a challenge to me..."

"In the end, I won."

He walked back toward Stryker, passing by the fallen Shiraki and Katsumi, without stopping for a moment, as if something else was more attractive to him and he paid no attention to anything else.

To be honest, Strei had never seen Yujiro like this before, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "So, what happened that made you suddenly come to Tokyo?"

"..."

Yujiro glared at his old friend, thought for a moment, and sighed inexplicably.

“My son, Baki, seems to have reached the age where he can talk about love.”

(End of this chapter)