220 – Raid
“Then see you at school tomorrow!”
“Bye~ Bye”
It was around 6:00 in the evening when we parted ways after spending a lot of time in the hotel suite where Sasha was staying for a long time.
It was when everyone had scattered at the intersection in front of the hotel and was walking to the subway station with Rika to return home.
“Found it.”
Something big fell from above my head.
Thump!!
The ground rumbling from the heavy weight.
A gigantic height of 2m, tight muscles all over the body, and an unknown aura.
I could instinctively sense that the man in front of me was a tremendously strong man just by looking at him.
Soon, the man opened his mouth with his long dark purple hair flying.
“Are you Yuseong Kim?”
“…Who are you?”
I casually stood in front of Rika and asked that.
I’ve been through a lot of dangers, but this is the first time a person from the underworld has appeared on the streets in this way.
It was usually because they fought in places where people were sparse or controlled by others.
“Wow? What? A movie shoot?”
“They are both cold.”
Pedestrians passing by gather one by one.
Some people were already taking pictures or filming videos.
But the man took a step closer to us, ignoring the gaze.
“Fuma Kotaro, can you understand me when I say this?”
“!”
The moment I heard the name, I was shocked.
That’s also true, because as far as I know, there’s only one person in the underworld who uses the name Fuma Kotaro.
Fuma-senpai’s father, who disappeared 10 years ago.
“Ryu-chan…”
Rika behind me tugs at my sleeve with an uneasy expression.
“It’s okay. Nothing will happen.”
After reassuring Rika in a low voice, I stared at the man in front of me, Kotaro Fuma.
“What did Fuma-senpai’s father come to do with me?”
Then Fuma Kotaro glanced at Rika hiding behind my back and said with an expressionless face.
“Is the girl next to you? You said you rejected my daughter’s advances. There must have been a reason.”
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Then Rika exclaimed in surprise.
“I-I and Ryu-chan aren’t like that yet?!”
Not yet… ?
I hesitated momentarily at the choice of a meaningful word, but decided to move on because the situation was the situation.
But when Kotaro Fuma heard Rika say that, he rubbed his chin in interest.
“Are you a eunuch with that much stamina and no girlfriend?”
“Yes!”
This man is talking about trouble!
Compared to the forceful appearance, it feels like I’m just continuing to talk about useless things.
But even while we were chatting like this, people gathered around us.
As the number of people surrounding us grew to dozens, Fuma Kotaro smiled and said.
“Then, let’s start soon.”
What?
There was no time to ask back.
Pot!
Because when I came to my senses, a sharp kick was already flying towards my chin.
‘Oikaze?!’
This is Hayate’s footwork.
More skillful than I’ve ever learned, weight shifting like flowing water gave the visual effect of sliding on ice, even on asphalt.
“Kuk!”
I narrowly avoided the kick by momentarily biting my chin, but I was worried about Rika behind me, so I immediately launched a counterattack.
Hayate type 4
‘Tatsumaki’
As if a whirlwind was blowing, the wind wrapped around both arms and threw Fuma Kotaro’s body back.
As Hayate’s only counterattack, Tatsumaki was able to respond to most strikes and spill the attack to the side.
However, as if there was no damage, the other side did the same.
“Hmm, you’ve learned the basics properly. The previous countermeasure wasn’t bad.”
Onlookers cheer at the workshop that came and went in an instant right in front of their eyes.
Wow!!
“What just happened?!”
“What a shame! I thought I was watching some kind of Hong Kong movie!”
Perhaps the reaction of the outfield was bothering him, Kotaro Fuma glanced at him and muttered.
“Noisy.”
But seeing as he didn’t do more than that, it seemed that he had no intention of moving from here.
I didn’t think I would be able to fight while taking care of Rika if something like the one before happened, so I asked you to step back for a while.
Then Rika looked at me with her anxious expression and said while clenching her two dainty fists.
“Ryu-chan, I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll definitely win!”
I smiled at her cute cheering and nodded her head.
“I’ll be kind.”
Like that, Rika blended into the crowd of onlookers, and when she was ready to fight properly, Fuma Kotaro waved her mane-like hair from side to side and said,
“I think you may be wondering why I suddenly appeared and started a fight. But I have no intention of answering that question right away. The conversation we have as civilized people is only after the fight is over, so for now, both As a martial artist, let’s just focus on competing in hands.”
I don’t think anyone is a rival, but Kotaro Fuma regroups while saying exactly the same thing as Ivan during Golden Week.
The kata that he is currently holding with both hands in front of his chest is Hayate’s top stance, and it is a stance to focus exclusively on the attack.
On the other hand, the kata that I am currently using, with one forearm raised in front of the body and the other hand on the waist, was Hayate’s middle posture, and it was a stance of both offense and defense.
They learned the same martial arts, but the form was split according to the user’s inclination.
That’s why in martial arts, this is called a style.
Originally, it should have been a teacher-pupil relationship, but since he disappeared, I studied Hayate on my own through the secret book of the Fuma clan, so I didn’t know which Hayate was closer to the origin.
But usually, in this case, the stronger side is better.
“Looking at the change in his eyes, it seems he’s finally ready to fight.”
Fuma Kotaro smiled as if he liked it, and leaned his upper body slightly forward.
‘Comes.’
The moment I intuitively thought that, Fuma Kotaro’s long hair swayed like a wolf’s tail and was pulled right up to his nose in an instant.
Hayate type 3
‘Arashi’
The pair of spears, straight forward, rage from all directions like a storm.
Arashi was not a specially formulated martial art.
This is because it is the storm that continuously attacks using all parts of the body as well as Kwon and Jang according to the user’s capabilities.
And the speed and power of this continuous attack increases each time it is repeated.
In response to the attack speed that was so fast that it was difficult to follow with the naked eye, the card I took out was Arashi as well.
Pang! Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!
The palms of each other continue to clash with the sound of bursting air.
It was a tight battle with neither side backing down.
“Suck!”
I block the stab aimed at the collarbone with the palm of my hand, and when I raise my hand toward the ribs, I block it with my forearm.
If you aim for the temple, it reversely aims for the pit of the stomach, and if you kick the knee, it responds by pressing the thigh.
Exchanging attacks one after another in order to hit each other was like solving a puzzle.
“Your reaction speed is good because you are young!”
I shouted in front of Fuma Kotaro, who was shouting like that, as if he was quite excited during the fight.
“I’m not proud of being old!”
Boom!!
It’s scary to say, and for the first time, it’s an effective hit that locks into each other’s face.
Perhaps he deliberately released his guard in response to the previous provocation, but the damage he suffered seemed unreasonable for a strategy of giving flesh and taking bones.
Kotaro Fuma shakes his head back and forth as if he got a slight concussion from a punch that went right into his chin.
On the other hand, I slightly spilled his fist with Tatsumaki right before the impact, so relatively little damage was done.
Of course, due to the difference in ability, I couldn’t completely shed it, so it hurt terribly because I chewed my tongue lightly.
Now that we’ve gotten along well, it’s my turn to attack first.
I body tackled Kotaro Fuma, whose vision was shaking from side to side, by spreading both hands and lowering his body slightly.
“Kuk!”
Perhaps he noticed that I was trying to hit the ground plane, and his calves tensed up, somehow trying to keep from falling to the ground.
As a result, the clogs Fuma Kotaro is wearing grind to the asphalt floor with a grinding noise.
However, the knot on the clogs broke soon after reaching their durability limit, causing Fuma Kotaro to lose his balance and tilt his body.
Boom!!
As I gained momentum and succeeded in the takedown, I immediately changed positions and tried to apply a joint technique.
However, as if he had been through countless situations like this at GOF, where fighters from all over the world gather, his handling of being put on the defensive was skillful.
Immediately creating space for his hand by bouncing his back, he put his arm around my neck and tried to strangle me in reverse.
Feeling a sense of crisis, I immediately stepped back, and the man who made me step back meekly straightened up his messy posture by getting up from his seat.
“…….”
A strong enemy.
We fought for about 10 minutes, but we hadn’t been able to land a meager blow on each other.
Even considering that he didn’t use qi because he had a lot of eyes to see, his body, which had passed its prime like Ivan’s, was still showing off the same strength as when he was young.
I proposed to him who was out of breath.
“Looks like you’re getting tired. Why don’t you just do this for today?”
Then Fuma Kotaro shrugged his shoulders and said succinctly.
“I can do it all day?”
… You must be.
If you had thought of letting me go like this in the first place, you wouldn’t have thought of attacking a place where ordinary people roamed around normally.
I was shaking my head pretending to catch my breath because I didn’t know how to get through this difficult situation, when I heard the majestic sound of engines in the distance.
Buaaa!
The courage to speed this much in the middle of downtown Tokyo is courageous, but the driving skill of getting out of the way between cars is also unusual.
Soon after, the door of the sports car parked on the shoulder of the road opened with a long skid mark, and Ivan, in a suit he had seen at the hotel earlier, burst out from inside.
“Black Yacha! You’ve finally exposed your tail!”
“Ivan?”
In a situation that is becoming more and more point-and-shoot, I unconsciously touched my forehead with the palm of my hand.
‘It will turn.’
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