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Chapter 2: The Appearance of a Hollow
"Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus" extended one arm, grabbing at Kamiba Yuma's shoulder.
(As long as I grab him, I can lift him up and slam him down hard to end the fight!)
That was what "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus" thought.
But things didn't develop as he had imagined.
"Tyrannosaurus, your strength is pretty decent!"
Kamiba Yuma had already grabbed the "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus's" wrist first.
"How is that possible?"
He was astonished by Kamiba Yuma's speed, and also by his strength.
He could understand the speed, but the strength. Was that reasonable?
Was God playing a joke on him?
In truth, Kamiba Yuma was also struggling a bit. Limited by his body's development, his strength had not yet reached its peak.
But it was enough to deal with this big bald head in front of him!
"Tyrannosaurus, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you eat?"
"Tyrannosaurus, are you a clown?"
"No-Cry Death God, go!"
"No-Cry Death God, I love you!"
"Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus" became somewhat angry from embarrassment. He clenched his other hand into a fist and smashed it toward Kamiba Yuma's face.
"Go down, kid!"
"I'd rather not get my clothes dirty."
Kamiba Yuma took a step back and simultaneously pulled hard on the "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus's" wrist.
"Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus's" stance was very stable, and he had been guarding against this move from Yuma. This pull didn't make him lose his balance.
So Kamiba Yuma used the force from the "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus's" wrist, leaped up, and kicked forcefully, planting his feet directly on the "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus's" chest.
Kamiba Yuma did a backflip and landed steadily on the ground, while "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus" stumbled backward, crashing into the iron cage.
The iron cage wasn't large, and it was wrapped with spikes. So this collision directly created several gashes on the "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus's" back, which were bleeding profusely.
"Tyrannosaurus, you're not cutting it!"
Kamiba Yuma took the initiative to attack. He took advantage of the fact that "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus" hadn't recovered, aiming a kick at his knee.
But this was just a feint.
Kamiba Yuma's kick looked like it was about to land, but it stopped. He executed a mid-air side kick, striking the bald, sturdy man directly on the neck.
This heavy blow would have knocked an ordinary person out cold.
But the bald man was still conscious. He subconsciously protected his head.
"That's useless!"
Kamiba Yuma sent another fierce kick into the bald man's chest, causing his back to repeatedly make intimate contact with the spikes on the iron cage.
His back was a mess of torn flesh and blood, which flowed all over the ground.
Most importantly, "Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus" now had no power to resist.
Kamiba Yuma's speed was very fast, and his kicks came so rapidly that he had no chance to fight back.
"No-Cry Death God!"
"No-Cry Death God!"
"No-Cry Death God!"
"Trash! And you dare call yourself a Tyrannosaurus!"
"You're just a weak, powerless lizard!"
"Thump!"
"Iron Arm Tyrannosaurus" finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed to the ground.
Kamiba Yuma's leg, which had paused in mid-air, slowly lowered. Then, it suddenly shot up again and stomped down hard.
"I don't want any more trouble, so it's better if you just pass out."
It would be bad if this bald head launched a sneak attack because he was soft-hearted.
If possible, he still didn't want to kill anyone.
"Referee, you can announce the result now!"
Kamiba Yuma kept his foot on the bald, sturdy man. The victor was already obvious.
"Then, let us congratulate the 'No-Cry Death God' on his victory!"
Kamiba Yuma only fought one match every three days, and the underground black boxing ring didn't pester him.
Although this was a black market industry, the organizers of this ring surprisingly followed the rules.
Kamiba Yuma came wearing a mask, and they never tried to investigate his identity.
Nor did they ever have anyone follow him.
"Lord Death God, are you really not considering a permanent position?"
"With your strength, you will definitely make a name for yourself. I can even make you a professional fighter, to stand on the international stage!"
The boss, or rather, the agent of the underground black boxing ring, continued to persuade Kamiba Yuma.
"No thanks. This is just a hobby of mine, and a way to earn some pocket money."
"I'm leaving now."
Kamiba Yuma took his money and left. As a fighter, he was also allowed to bet.
He bet on himself every time. If even he didn't bet on himself, wouldn't that mean he didn't believe in himself?
And as a fighter, he also received an appearance fee.
Now, his appearance fee had increased to 500,000 yen per match.
This kind of underground business, full of rich people, was just that profitable.
After leaving the underground black boxing ring, Kamiba Yuma got on his bicycle.
He also wanted to ride a motorcycle, but he wasn't old enough yet.
"Ah, it's almost dawn."
"Really. I told them to schedule my match earlier, but they always put me so late. I'm not coming next time!"
School was starting, so Kamiba Yuma wouldn't have as much time to come to this underground black boxing ring.
After all, he still had to train and go to school. Even a body made of iron couldn't withstand that.
Kamiba Yuma rode his bicycle, slowly heading home.
His deceased parents had left him a large inheritance, and with what he earned himself from the underground black boxing ring, he was already set for life.
"The school I'm starting at tomorrow seems to be Chiba Municipal Sobu High School, right?"
Most students who could get into this school had good grades. After all, you had to pass an exam to get in. Of course, some idiots also managed to get in by luck.
"A familiar name. Will I really meet those people at this school?"
If this world was really that world, how come he had never run into those people in Chiba Prefecture?
However, Kamiba Yuma had heard a lot about the Yukinoshita family.
After all, the Yukinoshita family was a local power. Even ordinary people had more or less heard of the name.
"Wait, there's a strange 'smell'!"
Kamiba Yuma looked up at the sky. There, a monster wearing a white bone mask was flying, or rather, gliding with its arms outstretched.
It was more accurate to say it was gliding, because the thin membranes connecting its arms to its body were what allowed it to fly.
"Is that a Hollow?"
"It actually appeared!"
"And it appeared so early."
"Speaking of which, the concentration of spirit particles has indeed been rising recently."
"Is this the reason for the Hollow's appearance?"
Having lived in this world for over a decade, Kamiba Yuma had rarely seen souls lingering in the human world, and he had only seen the Chain of Fate on a very small number of them.
"Follow it!"
Kamiba Yuma was not in his Shinigami form right now, and he couldn't just leave his body here unattended.