Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 267 Temporary Arena
The summer festival in Kure is about to begin, and preparations are in full swing these days.

As a result, Wuzhili is bustling with activity everywhere.

Vendors set up various stalls, and shops were also holding summer-limited events.
People strolled around the streets in an endless stream, including not only the Wu people and locals, but also many tourists, who could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

[Fighting Spirit] Shiramaki, and [Demon] Wu Lei'an—

A person who is 187cm tall and weighs 101kg, and a person who is 188cm tall and weighs 94kg;

The two walked side by side on this street.

They weren't dressed up; they were just wearing casual clothes and ordinary sneakers.

But their incredibly strong physiques and distinctive personalities set them apart from those around them, drawing the attention of passersby.

"..."

Shiraki Cheng liked to look at people, so he couldn't help but look left and right. Then he felt that it was impolite, so he put on the sunglasses he had won as a prize and continued to look left and right.

"Brother Lei'an, you're a celebrity in Wu!"

Bai Mucheng noticed the gazes of those around him. "Although he didn't dare to go up and say hello, every member of the Wu clan who passed by couldn't help but steal glances at him."

"cut……"

Wu Lei'an neither agreed nor disagreed.

At 21, he was a recognized problem child in the family, with a paranoid and cruel personality. He often mocked others, and even the clan chief, Wu Huiliyang, could not control his behavior.

But he wasn't some irrational madman after all.

If the person is a member of the Wu clan and not an opponent, Wu Lei'an will only occasionally shout a few words, and he is even quite reliable as a teammate.

Although not many people dare to partner with him...

"..."

Seeing that Wu Lei'an didn't respond, Bai Mucheng scratched his temple and tried to start a conversation, "That 'death row inmate' Dor..."

Before he could finish speaking, veins were already bulging on Wu Lei'an's forehead.

His face was slashed by Dorr, leaving some scars. The thought that the other party had escaped made him even angrier, and he ground his teeth together.

If he hadn't been unable to find any clues, Wu Lei'an wouldn't have bothered going back to his hometown at all; he would have definitely ravaged that "reformed dog shit" to death!
"We'll kill him sooner or later!"

Wu Lei'an cursed, glanced at Bai Mucheng, and casually mocked, "These sunglasses are really ugly, they don't match your clothes at all!"

Bai Mucheng touched the frames of his glasses. "Really? I quite like them, since your sister picked them out for me."

Wu Lei'an grinned, "Haha, you're having a lot of fun with feng shui, and running a martial arts school too. Are you managing all that?"

Bai Mucheng smiled faintly, "Sometimes I am indeed very busy, but thankfully I have my friends."

Wu Lei'an curled his lip, "Ha, not doing his proper job."

"There's no way around it, because I can't let go of them!"

Bai Mucheng raised his hand and smiled, "I love everything, whether it's daily life, romance, or battle—so I don't want to miss any of them."

"..."

The two walked side by side, chatting casually.

Wu Lei'an was as hostile as ever.

But compared to the boring martial arts lecture by the bearded man, Bai Mucheng's side was more interesting, and he would have a reason to explain when the clan elder asked later.

Occasionally, Wu Lei'an would act as a tour guide, introducing Bai Mucheng to nearby landmarks.

The two headed towards the town's central square.

As we passed through several streets, we encountered many people from the Wu clan, who greeted us with eye contact or raised their hands in a greeting.

After Bai Mucheng and Wu Lei'an passed by on their stroll, the members of the Wu clan couldn't help but sigh softly:
There are even fellow fighters of the same generation who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the "Demon"...

"..."

At first, the Wu family members who were watching all thought this was a good thing.

After all, Wu Lei'an was the kind of person who would sit alone by the window during clan gatherings, a "non-social" character. Having more friends was never a bad thing.

But gradually, some people noticed something was wrong—

These two are definitely not suited to hang out together!

Wu Lei'an stood with his hands in his pockets, a fierce and savage grin on his face, like a raging, malevolent flame that subtly distorted the surrounding air.

It's the kind that looks really impressive.

Compared to him, Shiraki Cheng was much more easygoing, clearly a "tourist," looking around and never getting enough of the sights.

As they passed through the commercial street, shopkeepers would greet them, and Bai Mu, unable to resist their urging, would always stop and browse.

Taiyaki? I'll buy some to try;

Yokan (sweet bean jelly)? I'll buy a few servings as souvenirs.
Candy store? I've been craving konpeito (Japanese candy) lately;

Various small gift shops will naturally be included...

As a result, Shiraki soon found himself carrying large bags and packages, with several bags hanging around his neck, and he couldn't even free his hands when he wanted to eat taiyaki.

After thinking it over, he asked Wu Lei'an to help him carry a few packages.

Wu Lei'an: "...?"

Do they really think they're a tour guide?!
But since he had invited the other party to stroll around, Wu Lei'an wouldn't want to embarrass the Wu clan, so he patiently accepted the bag.

……

……

The path Wu Lei'an led was clearly purposeful.

Shiraki Cheng didn't refuse, partly out of curiosity, and partly because the journey had been quite interesting.

I passed by a restaurant where a competitive eating contest was being held.

Shiraki recognized several familiar faces; they were all Yusa's classmates, whom he had met before at places like the water park.

They were also tourists.

"Come on, Hibiki! You're almost there!"

"Is it really okay to eat so many big chunks of meat? I need to lose weight..."

"It's alright. Although the trip to Muscle Shrine has been postponed, the gym in Kure no Sato is quite famous. Let's rest and then go work out!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng raised his hand to greet the three girls—though one of them was too busy eating meat to look up. ...

……

Wu Lei'an endured the journey and finally "successfully" arrived at the central square of Wu Zhili with Bai Mucheng.

This place is usually just an open park, but since it's summer festival time, there are obviously events to be held here, so various wooden scaffolds have been erected.

A large curtain was placed on the frame, obscuring the interior of the square.

"This way!"

Wu Lei'an called out and lifted a corner of the curtain, and Bai Mucheng followed him inside.

The first thing that caught Bai Mucheng's eye was an octagonal arena, about ten meters in diameter, with fresh sand covering the ground.

However, the arena was clearly not yet fully built; the surrounding area was full of wooden frames, and the Wu clan's workers were busy moving around among them, carrying out their work in an orderly manner.

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked around, "Where am I...?"

Wu Lei'an gave a thumbs up. "It's an old tradition of the Wu clan to build a dueling arena during the celebration—I don't know which generation came up with the idea, but anyway, that's how it's done, and its purpose is different every year."

"The old man asked me to show you around, saying that this is the only place that truly serves you."

"..."

Bai Mucheng put down his large and small bags, strode forward, and his feet made a "rustling" sound as he stepped on the brand-new sand.

"Great, fantastic!"

He let out a soft sigh, "Compared to famous historical sites, places like this are much more beautiful!"

But then, after taking a few breaths, Bai Mucheng changed the subject.

"Well, how should I put it?"

"Compared to the Tokyo Dome's underground arena, this place feels a bit lacking, not just because it's unfinished, nor because it's a temporary venue..."

These words caught the attention of a worker nearby.

The middle-aged man asked, puzzled, "We didn't cut corners, so what's wrong with it?"

Shiramu Cheng bent down and grabbed a handful of sand. The texture was very fine, much better than the sand in the underground arena, and that was precisely the reason.

Without broken teeth, nails, or even bones, and without sand stained with the blood of soldiers, it certainly lacked a certain charm.

“A arena, no matter how magnificent it is, is not considered complete if there are no signs of battle; it is just a ‘venue’.”

"..."

The middle-aged man blinked, a look of realization dawning on him. "Don't worry, young man, your 'flavor' will be here soon."

Bai Mucheng was puzzled.

Wu Lei'an suddenly stepped forward from behind, resting his elbow on Bai Mucheng's shoulder, "Kukaka, that means this arena will be used soon!"

"—Tonight, two boxing matches are taking place here and have borrowed the venue."

"Is this supposed to be a warm-up act? Ha!"

As Wu Lei'an spoke, he kicked the toolbox out of his foot, sending a hammer flying to Bai Mucheng, and then picked up another one for himself.

The meaning is simple: he came to help build the arena, and Shiraki Seiji came along too.

Shiraki Cheng didn't have any objections, and it also helped him break a sweat.

……

……

After lunch, we worked for a while longer in the afternoon, and the temporary arena was successfully completed.

While everyone was resting, Wu Lei'an casually inquired and learned about the two participants in tonight's Kengan match. He was quite interested in this, so he asked Bai Mucheng to go and have some fun.

"Tonight's match is NENTEN—'N Company' versus 'Metropolitan Police Department,' no wonder we were able to borrow the ring from the old man."

"One side is a veteran member of the Kung Fu Association, and the other side is the cops. It's going to be hilarious!"

Wu Lei'an laughed and said, "I heard that the Metropolitan Police Department's contestants have arrived and are resting in a hotel room on the next street."

Bai Mucheng sipped his oolong tea, leaning against the fence in deep thought.

When it comes to the Metropolitan Police Department and the Kengan Association, the only person who can be associated with both is that man—

[The Executioner] Kiyoaki Aguya!

Wu Lei'an had clearly guessed what Shiraki was thinking, and grinned, "That's right, the Kengan representative from the Metropolitan Police Department is most likely that cop!"

"After he lost to you, I heard he's been hunting down criminal gangs. Don't you want to see what he's become?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded, indeed somewhat concerned.

Undoubtedly, the man named Kiyoaki Aguya is rushing headlong down the road to self-destruction, and it is unknown what his current situation is with his partner, Shunka Hiyama.
The two made up their minds, said goodbye to the workers, and went to the guesthouse villa on the next street.

Wu Lei'an had a terrible personality, but he wouldn't bring shame to the Wu clan, so he just knocked on the door normally and tried not to be too rude when speaking to guests.

Boom boom boom!
He knocked on the door. "Hey, sorry to bother you, we're also contestants in that competition. We're just here to say hello and then we'll be gone. Come out and meet us!"

As soon as he finished speaking—

Click!

The door to the small detached house was opened.

Wu Lei'an thought it was Aguya Kiyoaki who opened the door, so he craned his neck, intending to make a mocking gesture, but suddenly missed.

Nobody's here? Who opened the door?

Shiraki Seiya was taken aback.

The two noticed the commotion and looked down, only to discover that the person who opened the door was a short, thin old man.

Height around 155cm, weight not exceeding 50kg.

He was wearing a dark blue haori over a traditional jujitsu martial arts outfit. His temples were already gray, with only black hair on the top of his head—which looked like it was dyed.

The old man, wearing amber-rimmed glasses, was also sizing up Shiramu Cheng and Wu Lei'an. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, it's you guys! I remember you! In the underground arena..."

The old man squinted, put his hands on his hips, and laughed heartily:
"So, what brings you two young rascals to see me, Takeki Shibukawa?"

(End of this chapter)