Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 40 Individual Consciousness
The negotiations with Akiyama Kaede went smoothly and didn't take much time.

It's only evening now, and the afterglow of the setting sun has just appeared, giving the sky a faint golden hue.

Arisa took Maruk with her and they went to play in the nearby park.

The Shiraki family's yard fell silent.

When Bai Mucheng had nothing to do, he invited Wu Fengshui to dinner. The two of them, each with a can of Coke, sat on the wall of the courtyard and watched the sunset.

Wu Fengshui, dangling his legs, tilted his head and asked, "Bai Muqin, what are your plans next?"

Shiraki Shigeaki didn't think much of it and casually replied, "Wait for Nogi Group to contact me, then I'll do my daily training, repair the dojo, wander around, and look for further ideas..."

He rambled on and on, while Wu Fengshui listened quietly beside him.

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng suddenly paused for a moment, digging deeper into his thoughts, and unconsciously clenched his fist.

“I want to know ‘what it means to be strong,’ and then—I want to become the strongest.”

Wu Fengshui had anticipated this answer.

After all, true "fighters" often share the same dream.

Although it may sound silly, even if it only happens once in a lifetime, they all dream of becoming the strongest person on earth!
"What does it mean to be powerful..."

Wu Fengshui sighed, "If you asked my older brother Wu Lei'an, that madman would probably answer something like: 'Killing you makes me stronger—'"

"If you ask other people, such as Garuda, her grandfather, other members of the Wu clan, or other fighters in the world, the answers would be different."

“I also heard the clan elder mention a giant beast nicknamed Ogre. He said that strength is strength, and everything else is impure.”

"Shiraki-chan, what are your thoughts?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng sipped his iced cola, his thoughts drifting aimlessly, and murmured, "Consciousness..."

Wu Fengshui blinked. "Hmm?"

“I always feel that ‘consciousness’ is very important to me.”

Bai Mucheng tapped his forehead. "If I had to describe it—if I lost my 'personal consciousness' and was forced to change, then I would probably be defeated."

Wu Fengshui was slightly puzzled, "You prefer to stick to one path to the bitter end?"

"No, it's not about 'not changing yourself,' much less 'not accepting change.'"

Bai Mucheng shook his head repeatedly, "But if I have to do this or that, I will feel like I have lost."

“I want to get moving—it comes from my own consciousness, to get moving with all my might, to experience those things, rather than clinging to some ‘right life’ or ‘right way of living’.”

"I want to make my own decisions and become a person of my own."

Bai Mucheng smiled and said, "If I want to make money and live a wealthy life, I should have plenty of opportunities now, right?"

"Doing the right thing, making the most efficient choices, and maximizing all benefits—does this way of life truly involve my 'consciousness'?"

"...So what exactly is 'powerful'?"

Shiramu squinted his eyes to feel the evening breeze, a feeling of indescribable comfort.

Wu Fengshui also likes the feeling he has now.

Since it was just casual conversation, the topics were varied and casual.

"We should wait a few more days to contact the Nogi Group."

Wu Fengshui turned to ask, "Bai Muqin, what are your plans for the near future?"

After a moment's thought, Bai Mucheng uttered two words: "...spend money."

Wu Fengshui was taken aback. "Huh?"

"Think about how to spend the ten million I have."

Bai Mucheng turned his head to indicate the dilapidated and dangerous dojo behind him, next to which was the temporary tin-roofed resettlement house where the brother and sister lived.

"Now that we have the money, we should at least renovate the house so that Yusa can live more comfortably."

Shiraki stroked his chin, pondering, "The main structure of the dojo can no longer hold up; we have no choice but to demolish and rebuild everything. But what should it look like after the reconstruction?"

Wu Fengshui thought for a moment, "Wouldn't it be better to restore it to its original state? After all, you also need space to train."

"If it's just me, I don't need much space to train. Rebuilding a dojo would be a waste. It would be best to make good use of the space."

Bai Mucheng lowered his head in deep thought.

There's definitely a reason why the Di'ai Group would covet their land.

Compared to the remote and undevelopable Nine-Story Building, the Shiraki family's land is a treasure trove, not only convenient in terms of transportation, but also surrounded by all kinds of infrastructure.

Although ten million is just a drop in the bucket when it comes to real estate development, if the direction is right, there is an opportunity to reap a continuous stream of funds.

Even in ancient times, the training of top warriors was not a solitary arduous practice, but required the support of powerful families. Poor families could not afford the birth of a "military general".

Modern fighters also need substantial funding to support their daily training and practice.

So, how should we spend this ten million?
"..."

Seeing that Bai Mucheng had been pondering for a long time, Wu Fengshui waved his hand repeatedly and suggested, "Actually, there's no need to go through all that trouble. If you don't want to worry about money, you might as well marry into the Wu family!"

Shiramu Cheng: "Hahaha!"

Wu Fengshui: "Hahaha!"

A joyful atmosphere filled the air once more. ...

Since the casual conversation had run its course, the two, having nothing else to do, began a new round of sparring.

Having suffered a crushing defeat before, Wu Fengshui no longer chose to engage in direct combat. Instead, he moved extremely close to Bai Mucheng, hoping to use his agile physique to pull Bai Mucheng into ground combat.

At such close range, Takashi's technique was difficult to utilize, so Shiraki Shigeki preferred Zangief's style.

"Shiraki's wrestling skills are quite good..."

"However, wrestling is ultimately centered around taking down the target; it doesn't have any 'ground techniques'!"

Wu Fengshui lowered his body as much as possible and took the opportunity to lock Bai Mucheng's leg. "If we are dragged to the ground, wrestling techniques won't be effective in terms of grappling skills!"

indeed so.

Bai Mucheng's right leg was locked by Wu Fengshui, and the cross armbar was about to be completed.

However, to Wu Fengshui's utter surprise, Bai Mucheng stubbornly resisted his own weight and forcibly raised his right leg, as if he was about to stomp his foot.

Swish!
Wu Feng decisively let go, took a few steps back to create a safe distance, and looked somewhat shaken.

"Haha, is there such a big difference in 'physique'?"

"..."

Feeling the binding sensation in his right leg, Shiramu Cheng couldn't help but praise, "Amazing!"

In combat sports, physical differences are a key factor in determining the outcome of a fight. However, if one is skilled in using techniques, it is possible to compensate for physical differences to a certain extent. For example, Shiraki Sei defeated Komada of Nioh.

If Wu Fengshui completes the armbar, she might be able to turn the tide!

How should we respond to this flexible offensive?

Ryu's style is steady and methodical, while Zangief's style is powerful and heavy. Faced with extremely flexible moves, Ryu can only play defensively and counter-attack most of the time.

Could you try a lighter, faster technique?
"..."

The idea popped into Bai Mucheng's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became, and he couldn't stop pondering it.

Seeing this, Wu Fengshui didn't disturb them, simply said hello, and then took his leave.

……

……

Bai Mucheng sat quietly for a while, then felt a little bored.

Arisa and Maruk were still playing in the park, the house was empty, and there was no noise around.

In a daze, Bai Mucheng decided to go out for a stroll, intending to find inspiration in a lively place, hoping to come up with a new style of ideas.

As we wandered around, I lost track of time until it was completely dark.

Bai Mucheng arrived at a bustling street.

Countless neon lights flashed, and dazzling signs of all colors were everywhere, while bursts of noise emanated from the various shops along the roadside.

While Bai Mucheng was lost in thought, two thugs suddenly walked towards him.

Seeing that Bai Mucheng was alone and looked like a dull, big fool, the two thugs had a wicked idea and approached him to extort some pocket money.

One person blocked Bai Mucheng's path, while the other put his arm around Bai Mucheng's shoulder and threatened him in a low voice.

"Hey buddy, can I borrow some pocket money? I'll pay you back later!"

"..."

Just then, Shiramu Cheng had an idea, so he grabbed the tall thug's wrist and hooked his right leg to the side.

Swish!
The tall thug lost his balance and, like an acrobat, spun 360 degrees upside down before falling back to the ground.

"...!?"

The two thugs were completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.

Before they could even react, they saw Bai Mucheng muttering "not right" as he walked away without saying anything more.

Only then did the tall thug let out a scream of pain, realizing that his wrist had been dislocated.

"..."

Bai Mucheng continued to follow his instincts, and before he knew it, he turned into a secluded street, then went down the stairs and entered a deserted bar.

"……Um?"

Bai Mucheng suddenly heard a commotion.

He followed the sound and walked into the warehouse behind the bar, where everything suddenly opened up before him.

More than a hundred people gathered inside the warehouse, surrounding the central arena, cheering and shouting incessantly.

Clearly, this is an underground fighting arena!

But what puzzled Bai Mucheng was that the roars on the stage were somewhat special, with a noticeably higher pitch.

Upon closer inspection, Bai Mucheng immediately understood the reason—

This used to be a competition venue for "women's underground fighting".

(End of this chapter)