Super Fighting Tokyo.

Inside Oliva's private room.

Ring ring... Ring ring...

The phone rang again and again, while Oliva stood quietly in front, dressed in a suit and tuxedo, holding a bouquet of roses, patiently waiting.

Now, it's exactly the agreed time, not a second more.

Thump...thump...

Oliva heard it clearly and knew that his heart was beating.

More than a decade has passed since his encounter with "Maria".

However, he was still incredibly excited, as if today was their first meeting.

They were so careful, as if today were the last day they would spend together.

"..."

The call was connected.

Oliva's long-awaited lover, "Maria," appears on the other side of the screen, her deeply loved face coming into view.

Fortunately, there was only Oliva in the room.

Because if other underlings were present, what happened next would surely terrify them so much that they couldn't sleep at night.

—Olive got scolded.

On the other end of the phone came unrestrained cursing.

"You—incompetent fool!"

"Useless! Coward! You're a good-for-nothing! Inhuman! Narcissist! Unambitious! Sissy!! Idiot! Stupid..."

The insults continued unabated, but Oliva simply accepted them all, and during a brief moment when the other person was catching their breath, he handed over a rose with a look of grievance on his face.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I need to stay away for a few more days, but I promise I'll be back as soon as possible. Please cheer up!"

"..."

The angry panting on the other end of the phone gradually subsided, but one last curse came out: "...Idiot."

Oliva smiled and leaned closer. "I may be clumsy, but I'm very happy because you're by my side."

"..."

The woman on the other end of the phone paused for a long time, then said, "Darling..."

Before he could finish speaking, Oliva raised his hand to interrupt him.

The strongest man on earth was now so anxious that he kept saying, "Wait, wait, wait..."

"Honey!?"

"—This word is just too much for me, I can't handle it!"

Oliva gently gripped the handkerchief on the table, inhaling its scent.

Even though it wasn't a gift from her lover, but merely came from the neighborhood where her lover used to live, the aroma on it still captivated Oliva.

"..."

At that moment, the woman on the other side of the screen slightly raised her hand.

Oliva understood immediately. "Hmm? I see. You want to beat me with rock-paper-scissors?"

"Since we're going to have to decide a winner, I can't let you win."

He slowly raised his large fist and said seriously, "When it comes to rock-paper-scissors, I'm number one in America!"

As they were talking, the woman on the other end of the phone urged, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

"It's coming!"

Oliva pulled his fist back, his tone quite exaggerated, matching the woman on the other end of the phone, "Scissors~~Rock~~~Paper~~~!"

Swish!

Oliva threw a punch.

But strangely, the fist gesture wasn't rock, paper, scissors—just one of the three; it was more like a combination of all three.

Open your palm, close your ring and little fingers, and slightly extend your index and middle fingers.

It doesn't matter what kind of gesture it is, or what the impression it gives.

Maria, on the other end of the phone, played "scissors".

"Ugh~~~ Damn it! I lost..."

Oliva looked utterly dejected, his eyelids and mouth drooping, appearing extremely disappointed. "I was so hesitant, whether to throw punch or paper! In the end, I chose paper!"

"..."

Maria remained silent, only continuing to shake her fist.

"Okay, I'll definitely beat you next time...!"

Oliva patted his cheeks, looking energized, and shouted, "Rock, paper, scissors!"

Swish!

He swung it out again, with the same strange, ambiguous gesture.

This time, Mary chose "stone".

Oliva winked and said, "Ah~~ I lost again! I should have played paper!"

"..."

The rock-paper-scissors game continued, and Oliva made the same gesture every time, always choosing to lose to Maria, causing him to scream in pain.

"Ugh! I shouldn't have used scissors this time! Shall we try again...?"

Whether you win or lose, it's all decided by Oliva's words, making it the most ambiguous game in the world.

As Maria played, she grew sleepy and closed her eyes in a daze. She could hear soft breathing coming from the other end of the phone.

Oliva quietly picked up his phone, turned around and lay down on his own bed, falling asleep to the sound of Maria's breathing.

"Honey……"

Maria suddenly whispered, "I didn't win a single game tonight, but... I won't let you win a single game next time..."

Whether you win or lose, it's all up to Maria's word, making it the gentlest game in the world.

……

……

At the same time, at the Erhu Street camp.

It was completely dark.

Shiraki sat cross-legged on the roof of an abandoned van, flipping through a magazine he had borrowed from Oliva, leisurely enjoying the breeze.

Wu Fengshui leaned on Bai Mucheng's shoulder, tilted his head, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

However, the stars were scattered by the neon lights and didn't look very interesting, so the girl and Shiraki Cheng started looking at a magazine together.

"This is a new issue! Where did it come from?"

“Mr. Oliva’s.”

"Hey! This store has released a new dagger!"

"Indeed, it's very beautiful."

"We need to order from overseas. I'll ask around in my family about their connections..."

The boy and girl chatted casually, nothing special, just another ordinary day for the two of them.

……

……

The next day.

The weather turned cooler, and even a bit overcast, as if it were about to snow.

As usual, Shiraki got up early and continued his morning run around the neighborhood. After washing up and having breakfast, he began his training for the day, punching and kicking at a simple sandbag.

bang bang bang...

The injuries sustained during his battle with Kebar have now almost completely healed.

As it was an old product from the inner city, the sandbags were covered in dust, and as Bai Mucheng moved, they were stuck to his skin with sweat, making him look a bit dirty.

Sure enough, the equipment at my own martial arts school is the most comfortable.

...During my break, I suddenly felt a little homesick?

As Bai Mucheng was thinking this, he turned his head and saw Wu Fengshui walking over with a towel, wiping his sweat with a grin.

"I heard there's a winter temple fair in the suburbs of Tokyo recently!"

Wu Fengshui casually remarked, "You Sha and her friends are also discussing it. They say there are a lot of fun things to do, and I'd like to go check it out too."

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Go if you want to."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes. "So, I want to go with Bai Muqin!"

"..."

Just then, a neighborhood clerk came up to them and said, "Wow! No wonder you're my boss! Want to buy some roses? I have the same kind as Mr. Oliver."

Swish.

Bai Mucheng held out his palm, raised his hand, and poked the stomach of the younger brother who had spoken up.

"Wow!"

The younger brother, tickled, retreated in fright, promising not to bother the two of them again.

"But, as expected..."

The younger brother scratched his head and grinned, "As expected, Brother Shiraki still wants to challenge—that [Mr. Unchain]."