Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 271 A Lively Moment

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Shechuan, hands on his hips, strolled leisurely to the edge of the arena.

He high-fived Shiraki and let out a hearty laugh.

Because the battle ended so quickly, the audience didn't even have time to react, and even though the outcome was decided, they were unable to give a response immediately.

At this moment, the pretty young girl who was also the host and referee of the Kengan Association demonstrated her professionalism and loudly proclaimed:

"【Martial Saint】VS【God of Destruction】! 47kg VS 315kg!"

"A master of Sichuan, with unyielding spirit! Master Shechuan—"

"Enduring a weight difference of more than six times, he miraculously overcame it and defeated the mercenary fighter from the Himalayas!"

"Such a miracle could happen right before our eyes!"

"Ancient martial arts are truly awe-inspiring!"

"The secret technique of Qi gathering is terrifying!!"

This immediately caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers. One by one, the audience snapped out of their daze and applauded and cheered for the 75-year-old master.

Shechuan smiled calmly, turned around at the edge of the ring, and bowed to the entire ring—and the audience—to express his gratitude.

"I almost forgot, this is a lively celebration arena. It's all thanks to this young lady for livening up the atmosphere. Young people are really something!"

With his hands in his pockets, Shibukawa gracefully stepped off the ring, put his haori back on, and donned his amber-colored tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses.

He raised an eyebrow and surveyed his surroundings, passing by Shiraki Shōwa and Sonoda, and noticed Wu Huili, who was watching the battle.

"Oh! Brother Wu!"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, "Long time no see! I was planning to have tea with you after the match, but I didn't expect you to come and watch the game too!"

91-year-old Wu Huiliyang, still leaning on her cane and carrying a knife, said, "It's been so many years, but you haven't aged a bit!"

Shibukawa pouted and teased, "Well, you've aged much better than me, and you have a whole bunch of kids too!"

"Ha, you old fox..."

Wu Huili chuckled and scolded, then raised her hand and said, "With the dignified Martial Saint here, we can't refuse to entertain him. Let's have dinner at my residence."

I don't really care about Shibukawa, but I'm a little concerned about Sonoda.

"Is this alright, Brother Sonoda?"

He asked in a low voice, "You're an officer from the Metropolitan Police Department, is it permissible for you to visit mercenary families?"

"I know nothing about the underworld!"

Sonoda picked at the tip of his nose, pretending not to understand, "Besides, according to the rules of Wu Village, this arena now belongs to you, Shibukawa-sensei, so let's go with the flow!"

"Aha……"

Shechuan smiled and shook his head, accepting Wu Huili's invitation, then turned to look at Bai Mucheng.

"Brother Shiraki, the headquarters came to my house not long ago and mentioned you to me. Don't you want to say something to me?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng was stunned, still immersed in the battle just now, and couldn't think of anything to say for a moment, so he scratched his head.

"Ah...that..."

"Hahaha!"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, pulled out an exquisitely crafted business card from his pocket, and handed it to Shiraki Shigeaki. "I heard from headquarters that you like to collect these? Remember to keep them safe!"

Bai Mucheng blinked, finally realizing what was happening, and carefully put the business card away.

On the ring, Kono Haruo was still unconscious, and the doctors were unable to lift him onto a stretcher for the time being.

His adoptive father, Akio, collapsed to the ground after Chunnan's defeat, muttering "How could this happen?" He was completely unable to accept reality.

He was playing a formal "street battle," which means that Nexon has been completely eliminated and has no chance of making a comeback!

However, the fact that the company would suffer huge losses was a minor matter, and no one else at the scene cared.

……

……

The clan chief's residence, the main dining hall.

Originally, Wu Huili wanted to entertain her old friend in a private room, but Shibukawa Takeki wanted to experience the "family specialties" more, so they had dinner in the cafeteria.

There were many people gathered together, about forty or fifty, including men, women, young and old, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere, like a large family.

Wu Huili and Shechuan Gangqi sat side by side at the head of the table, while the younger generation sat on either side of the long table, chatting idly.

What's rather unusual is that Wu Lei'an finished eating early and leaned against the window frame, saying he was too lazy to adapt to this playful atmosphere.

"..."

Wu Fengshui whispered to Bai Mucheng, "Actually, my older brother cares a lot about his family, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed to wait for everyone to finish eating."

Bai Mucheng nodded in understanding.

Upon hearing the commotion, Wu Lei'an made a loud "tsk" sound.

"..."

At the dinner table, the other members of the Wu clan were also chatting.

It includes information about commissioned tasks, beautiful knives, the bloodletting effects of equipment, formidable opponents, the current state of underground income, and so on.

"That's right, that's what a holiday celebration should feel like!"

Shechuan slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, finding it quite exhilarating.

Standing nearby, Wu Huili asked curiously, "By the way, what are you doing in Wu Zhili all of a sudden? You didn't come here just to bully that chubby kid, did you?"

"of course not"

Shibukawa waved his hands repeatedly, then suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously, "There is a dangerous death row inmate who is my 'old friend.' I want to send him a challenge, but I can't find him."

“Coincidentally, there’s a place near Wu Zhi Li where he used to stay. I’d like to come and look for clues.”

"..."

Wu Huili nodded, having already heard about the past events in Shechuan, and then stopped asking.

The old man took a sip of sake. "IDEAL, death row inmates, and the Insect Organization, those petty scoundrels are all stirring up trouble... Honestly, they can't stay still for a moment!"

Upon hearing this, Superintendent Sonoda also spoke up, "Recently, IDEAL's movements have been unpredictable, and many people, like those death row inmates, are trying to find ways to enter the country, making the situation quite chaotic."

"Haha, we do need to be serious, but there's no need to keep such a stiff face!"

Shibukawa comforted Sonoda, pointing to himself and Wu Huili, "Back when we were young, there were absolutely no rules in the confrontations between martial artists."

"Getting your eyeballs or groin kicked to pieces... that's just commonplace."

"These days are so great! We have both a fighting ring and the Metropolitan Police Department. You've really worked hard. Remember to call us if you get into any trouble!"

Sonoda blushed upon hearing this and quickly went to toast Shibukawa and Wu Huili.

……

……

Late at night.

Next to the clan chief's residence is Wu Fengshui's house.

Shiraki Cheng is having trouble sleeping.

After witnessing the master-level martial arts of [Martial Saint] Shechuan Gangqi this evening, Shiramu Cheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

“So strong…”

He opened the guest room door and walked barefoot into the courtyard.

Wu Lei'an will go home to sleep tonight, and the three of them will stay in separate rooms so as not to disturb each other—although Wu Fengshui is not very happy about it.

"..." Bai Mucheng followed Master Long's example and sat cross-legged on the lawn in the courtyard, where the faint chirping of insects could be heard.

After all, the area around is the clan chief's residence, so it's impossible to open a commercial street here.

But as the summer festival approaches, the entire village of Wu is becoming increasingly lively.

Therefore, as long as you look into the distance, you can still see bright lights, and if you sit in the courtyard and calm your mind, you can faintly hear music coming from afar.

A white wooden stool supports the legs as one contemplates.

Yudi Dubu said: You must seize the opportunity to make a move.

The "master" Shechuan said with great vigor: We must seize the weaknesses.

Regardless of the terminology used, both refer to the "God of War" or "Saint of War"—their unique "power"!
What should I do?
"..."

Shiraki Cheng found it increasingly interesting and gradually became engrossed in it, first trying to think along the lines of the two of them.

Faintly, one could almost hear Doppo pouting and complaining, "What?! Am I not a 'master' anymore?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "After all, he is an active karate practitioner, so it's hard to call him a master."

Banishing distracting thoughts, Shiraki Cheng calmed his mind once more, and the surrounding ink began to surge, outlining cherry blossoms in the night, drifting around him.

The quieter it became, the more uncomfortable Shiramu Cheng felt.

"wrong……"

{That's definitely not right.}
Bang! Bang bang! Bang! Bang bang...

The ink wash surged at varying speeds, interspersed with a barely audible rhythm, bringing back the bustling commercial street in the distance to Bai Mucheng's mind.

Bai Mucheng frowned: "Is this correct?"

{Yah Baby~! Absolutely no problem!}
{A foreign festival is so much fun, but you seem a bit listless—that's not right!}
Bai Mucheng opened his eyes. His vision was filled with swirling ink-like water, but he couldn't find any other illusory figures. He could only hear a message in his ear:

Thanks, Buddy! I'm going to write your thoughts into a song!
{…}
Bai Mucheng's worried expression vanished, and he couldn't help but smile.

The mansion was so elegant that he forgot he was on vacation and almost became depressed and lost in thought.

"As expected, it needs to be a bit more lively, right?"

Bai Mucheng yawned, feeling sleepy, and went back to his room to rest.

"Great, fantastic..."

……

……

Early the next morning.

Bai Mucheng was about to go out when he saw that Wu Fengshui had nothing to do, so he invited him to come along.

The two chatted and laughed as they headed straight for the arena in the central square.

According to this year's game rules, the first winner in the arena will temporarily own the arena until the next winner is determined or the winner voluntarily relinquishes it.

Therefore, this arena now belongs to the [Martial Saint] Shechuan Gangqi!
"..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui went over to take a look, and sure enough—

A number of people had already gathered on the ring, all dressed in judo uniforms, and judging from the insignia, they should be from the Metropolitan Police Department's judo club.

Some were colleagues from Tokyo, while others were police officers from nearby towns who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

Including Sonoda, they secretly set up a small training camp here to practice judo, and asked Shibukawa Goki to give them guidance.

Since it was Shibukawa who won the ring, he can use it however he wants.

"what!"

"Hey!"

The opportunity was rare, and there was a great free venue, so everyone practiced with great enthusiasm.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui appeared.

Upon seeing the young couple, Shibukawa revealed a knowing smile, "Haha, they're here! I knew it!"

Wu Fengshui raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, blinking his dark-eyed white pupils with great curiosity. "Teacher Shechuan, you are a master of ancient martial arts, Aikido, and Judo, yet you also know Judo?"

"I'm originally from a judo background!"

Shibukawa chuckled, hands on his hips, "Although it happened a long time ago, it's still fine to guide daily practice."

Watching the practice, Shiraki couldn't help but laugh and say, "It looks really lively and fun!"

At that moment, Sonoda, an old acquaintance, had just finished a set of practice and returned to the edge of the ring when he heard Shiraki's praise.

He couldn't help but correct him, "Brother Shiraki, judo isn't just about being 'exciting' and 'fun,' it's a suppression technique that frontline police officers must learn..."

"There are quite a few Olympic-level judo athletes in Tokyo!"

"And even I—though I can't beat them, I think I'm pretty good at judo. Want to try practicing with me?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Cheng immediately grinned.

He seemed exceptionally happy, and facing Sonoda, he suddenly opened his arms and raised them, laughing loudly, "Brother Sonoda, thank you so much!"

"……well?"

Before Sonoda could react, Shiraki grabbed her and she stumbled backward.

Bai Mucheng shouted, "A great opportunity!"

Swish!
He leaned forward with all his might, mimicking the Zangief-Siberian Express, but only did half of it, simply knocking Sonoda to the ground.

Pfft!
Sonoda lay on his back, pinned to the ground for several seconds, still looking bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

Sonoda finally came to her senses when Shiraki got up and pulled her up from the ground.

Practice over? Did I lose?
"this……?"

Sonoda paused, stared wide-eyed at Shiraki, and muttered under her breath, "That's so despicable..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng grinned, Wu Fengshui covered his mouth and chuckled, and Shechuan burst into laughter, even slapping his thigh and laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Sonoda, why did you learn judo? To compete?"

Shibukawa wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "It's to arrest criminals, right?"

"In that case, you can't claim to be fair and square when your opponent fouls; nor can you complain about not being able to foul in a fair and square ring..."

"If you're talking about real combat, then anything goes—that's what's impressive!"

"If it can be resolved with just a few tricks, it doesn't count as martial arts at all."

Shibukawa patted Sonoda on the shoulder and winked, "Besides, in the end, Shiraki-kun didn't break any rules in judo!"

"..."

Sonoda scratched his head, having no reason to refute, and frankly admitted that he was not good enough at his craft, thanking Shiraki and Shibukawa.

He was about to continue practicing when suddenly—

Sonoda noticed that Shiraki's gaze was strange, constantly glancing at Shibukawa, his excitement impossible to suppress, just like his own earlier!
Shechuan noticed this as well and said with a smile, "I told you, don't be so polite with me."

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki pursed his lips. "Thank you for playing with me, Shibukawa-sensei. This is what a lively holiday should be like..."

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow leisurely, "Yeah, I like this kind of thing the most too~!"

The two extended their right hands in a very friendly manner—

hold.

(End of this chapter)