Chapter 64: The Strongest Kengan Tournament in History
To join this Kengan Tournament, the Scrap Sisters trio racked up 5.1 billion yen in debt. If Hina can't win enough to break even, they're ready to flee the country.
The Sena Sisters were their target, meant to join the War Maidens, but Suze beat them to it.
Initially, the Scrap Sisters had no intention of entering the deadly tournament. Only after learning the Sena Sisters became Kengan fighters did they muster the nerve to take a gamble.
With a backer covering 5 billion yen, they relaxed instantly, treating the tense Kengan Tournament like a business expo, scouting for big bosses.
"I see," Suze mused, adopting the perspective of a Kengan host. "Women's combat has always been a gap in the Kengan matches. If you fill it, that'd be perfect."
"Hey, what's with you two? Talking like the championship's already yours. No shame?" Rito, overhearing, swaggered over, sneering.
"Who're you?" Hana Miyagu rolled her eyes.
"Heh, I'm Rito, the superhuman fighter for Yitake Real Estate!" Rito jabbed a thumb at himself, grinning. "I'll win it all. Wanna be my secretary after?"
Hana squinted at him. "You look like a total small fry. Winning the Kengan Tournament? Impossible."
Rito's face flushed red, like a bloated tomato. "Who're you calling a small fry?!"
As a manager, Hana's intel-gathering skills were sharp.
She recognized Suze as the fierce fighter who defeated Reian Wu.
Suze's "Toilet War God" title was spreading fast.
Reian Wu was a high-value stepping stone.
"I hear spectators can bet. Put money on this guy, and you'll cash out big," Suze suggested.
His words stabbed Rito's heart like a dagger.
Rito boiled over, roaring, "Don't let me face you in the match! I'll show you the gap between a superhuman and a mere mortal!"
As a child, Rito could tear coins with his fingers, a prodigy. That was his confidence.
But dreams are grand, and reality is harsh.
In this Kengan Tournament, Rito was dead last.
Suze ignored him, taking a deep breath and glancing at the ship's cabin entrance.
Metsudo Katahara strode out first, flanked by black-clad guards and Gaku Kana, exuding an imposing aura.
Oriba followed, impeccably dressed, a gentlemanly smile on his face.
Rino Kurayoshi trailed beside him.
Julius, Takeshi Wakatsuki, Genzai Kuroki, and Kaolan emerged with their respective employers from the ship's cabin.
These top Kengan fighters had clearly already met.
Oriba led the pack, just a step behind Metsudo.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea, clearing a path.
"That physique—he's a monster! Who is he?"
"He's not one of our Japanese fighters."
"That's Oriba, the boss of an American prison."
Whispers erupted like a boiling pot, all eyes on Oriba.
His sheer power was palpable, even to ordinary onlookers.
Standing there, he was a whale among shrimp, impossible to ignore.
Shockingly, even the U.S. president trailed beside him.
Hana Miyagu's eyes sparkled. If War Maidens could have even a tenth of this grandeur, they'd be set.
Kengan spectators were always the wealthiest among fighting circuits.
"Heh, such enthusiasm," Oriba chuckled lightly.
The Kengan ship docked.
Suze turned back into the ship's interior.
"Did Sakura and the others really oversleep?"
He sighed inwardly.
They'd come to "support" him at the Kengan Tournament, yet they were slacker than anyone.
Was this the infamous laid-back vibe of Japanese high school girls?
The crowd rushed to disembark, leaving the cabin eerily empty.
Suze strolled leisurely, then spotted a silver-haired beauty. His steps quickened instinctively.
"Hey, met them already?" he asked with a grin.
Kurapika nodded, glancing around before whispering, "The undercover team says the lottery machine's been tampered with. You can pick the best slot now."
Suze smiled. "Nice work… Who's your contact?"
"Lord Gin," Kurapika murmured, her voice barely audible.
Mentioning Gin seemed to unsettle her.
Suze frowned. "Him, huh…"
Gin's strength was undeniable, but his methods were brutally direct.
"Any concerns?" Kurapika asked.
Suze shook his head, smiling. "A bit. I feel this deathmatch might have some surprises. Keep an eye on Sakura and the others for me."
Kurapika nodded earnestly. "Understood."
As they spoke, footsteps echoed from the corridor's end, accompanied by Hana Uzaki's boisterous loli voice.
"Where'd all the tourists go? No luggage?" Hana Uzaki's words cut off as she spotted Suze. "Suze-kun!" she yelped, lunging like a husky and hugging him tightly.
Hana Uzaki's Joy +33Sakura Yamauchi's Resentment +28Yoshino Yorita's Resentment +22Yukino Yorita's Resentment +7
Suze, embarrassed, muted the system prompts.
Sometimes they warned him; sometimes they were just inconvenient.
"Suze-kun, everyone's off the ship?" Sakura Yamauchi asked with a sweet smile, unfazed by Hana's clinginess, exuding main-wife poise.
Suze nodded quickly. "Yeah, let's go."
He tugged his arm, trying to free it from Hana's soft grip, but she clung tighter, the friction nearly sparking a reaction.
"Yeah, yeah!" Hana chirped, dragging him along.
For some reason, she felt a chill down her spine.
Suze felt it too.
This Uzaki girl was just too childish.
But, well, her chest was huge—and overly soft. Without a bra, a tiptoe would set it jiggling.
Honestly, Uzaki was prime for certain tastes, and her fanbase wasn't small.
Dork, class clown, tomboy—her buffs were stacked.
…
On Ganryu Island, a massive, resplendent arena awaited.
The thirty-two competing companies were led into a grand hall.
"All fighters confirmed!" Metsudo Katahara announced solemnly.
"Let the lottery begin."
The names of the thirty-two fighters flashed on the giant screen.
Suze's eyes narrowed as he scanned the list.
This was, without doubt, the strongest Kengan Tournament in history.