Super Fighting Tokyo.

The girl licked her ice cream, her black-and-white eyes darting around as she noticed Bai Mucheng's expression beside her.

"Shiraki seems... to be looking forward to it?"

"Yes, I'm really looking forward to it."

Bai Mucheng nodded frankly, "Every minute and every second of this 'father-son argument' is significant enough to make many people look forward to it."

"..."

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

The two were walking on the street.

Bai Mucheng's feet slammed into the ground, creating ink-like lines that outlined a nimble figure weaving through the surrounding pedestrians.

Bright, sky-blue pupils; short, blond hair with a few strands hanging down her forehead; and a diagonal scar on her left cheek.

She is 164cm tall and weighs 61kg. She is a female fighter.

— Jamie White.

At this moment, this soldier, belonging to the British special forces "Red Delta," was carefully observing his surroundings and suddenly sensed that a storm was approaching.

Police officers and plainclothes officers were deployed throughout the surrounding area, and special forces were also present in nearby buildings, gradually forming up their formation.

Jamie's eyes darted around, eventually settling on the hotel building in the distance.

As Colonel Streiley said, this level of situation is comparable to a 'war'.

{…}

On the other side, Longye stepped out from the dotted lines of ink painting and walked alongside the others, his resolute eyes scanning the surroundings.

{Yes, what an amazing father and son!}

Long smiled faintly and praised, "Not only the military, but also many experts have been attracted here; this far exceeds the level of 'coincidence.'"

At Takashi's prompting, Shiraki and Jamie looked into the distance.

Across the street, Ohma and Yamashita Kazuo were searching for a suitable restaurant to have dinner.

Wang Ma and Bai Mucheng exchanged glances, nodded to each other, and said nothing more.

Perhaps, Wang Ma already had a premonition.

"..."

Looking at the streetlights, Shiraki felt extremely happy and couldn't help but grin.

The masters were also happy about this.

{Hahahaha!}

Zangief took a long stride and clashed his fists together with a loud "thump".

Jamie carried the jug, swaying as he walked and drank, wiping the wine from the corners of his mouth and letting out a hearty exhale of hot air.

{Whew!}

{Heh heh!}

Jamie's response was DioJie's rhythm.

The rapper and kickboxing expert was having a burst of inspiration, snapping his fingers repeatedly, eager to see it for himself.

{Here it comes!}

Luke clapped his hands, signaling Guile and Edward behind him to catch up quickly.

Marissa laughed loudly, raised her hand and slapped Rashid, who stumbled and almost dropped his selfie stick.

Sorry!

Haha, it's nothing, it's nothing!

{…}

Blanca tumbled and leaped, darting through the streets;

Sagat, on the other hand, strode forward with heavy steps, making steady progress.

Upon seeing this, Vega crossed his arms, raised his chin, and coldly scoffed: {Hmph! So there are people like this after all…}

Darssim drifted past him, posing a question: "What did the father and son see at the end of the road?"

……

……

As if drawn by something, many masters gathered together, creating a grand and lively scene.

Luke and Shiraki walked side by side.

Speaking of fathers and sons, Luke—this passionate and competitive fighter—also has his own insights into this relationship.

When sons grow up to a certain age, they'll start finding fault with their dads, right?

Whether it's me, a poor soldier, or Ken, the "All-American Fighting Champion," it's all the same.

However, this father, riddled with health problems, will one day risk his life for his son.

One day, my dad took me to the shopping mall—it doesn't have to be on that particular day or at that specific time.

{The silly son played all night, muttering to himself, and the father just wanted to soothe him...}

Later, we encountered terrorists carrying bombs.

{To help many people escape, my father went to a faraway place I could never reach...}

After Luke finished speaking, he looked into the distance and smiled faintly: "But this kind of thing doesn't make sense for that father and son, does it?"

"……yes."

Shiraki Shigeaki tried to describe it, "Yojiro and Baki—that father and son had a lot of conflicts."

"For example, Yujiro never taught me anything about speech, manners, how to treat others, or etiquette..."

"It's not that you have to learn any complicated rules, but even if it's just about moderate and appropriate behavior, Yujiro never taught Baki-kun."

Bai Mucheng put his hands in his pockets and said, "That kind of thing, a master doesn't necessarily have to teach his disciple, but a father needs to demonstrate it to his son."

"But, there's probably only one issue that really caused that father and son to argue—"

Bai Mucheng looked up at the approaching upscale hotel.

"Brother Baki must want to ask Yujiro himself why his father killed his mother in the battle when he was 13 years old?"

Luke: {……}

Luke: {Oh! This is beyond my comprehension...}

Even the usually cheerful Luke could only scratch his head at this.

The next second, a sudden change occurred—

Rumble!

The ground around us began to shake, and the surrounding area shook as well, with buildings appearing as if they were doubled.

Those around them lost their footing and gasped in surprise.

"An earthquake!?"

"It's a massive earthquake!!"

"It's shaking so badly!"

"..."

A violent tremor swept through the surrounding area.

But those experts mixed in with the crowd vaguely noticed that the most significant tremor came from the high-end hotel in the distance.

A few seconds later, the terrifying tremor stopped.

"Shiraki-sensei..."

Wu Fengshui was still a little dazed. He was holding Bai Mucheng's arm when he seemed to sense something and looked up at the hotel building.

Then, an even bigger anomaly occurred—!

Whoosh!

Around the 30th or 40th floor of that hotel building, a glass curtain wall suddenly shattered.

The figure of young Baki crashed through the huge reinforced glass, and almost his entire body flew out of the window, only managing to hold onto the window frame with his hands.

He fought his way back into the building.

"...Baki himself started the fight!?"

Wu Fengshui opened his black-and-white eyes wide, the blood vessels around his eyes bulging, and the [Liberation] button was activated.

Due to the obstructed view, neither she nor Shiramu Cheng could see what was happening inside the building.

However, both of them were certain that Baki ended up arguing with his father, Yujiro Hanma, for some reason.

suddenly--

Snapped!

A crisp sound came from inside the shattered window.

The sound was like clapping, but it was especially loud, making people's eardrums buzz.

"—!!"

Looking up, one could faintly hear another dull thud coming from the floor where the glass had shattered.

boom……

It sounded like a concrete wall being smashed.

From one side to the other—we've arrived at another room!

Finally, through the window of the next room, you can see Yujiro grabbing Baki's head with one hand and pressing him firmly against the glass.

Although... the faces were not clearly visible, and even the human shapes were not clearly visible; they were merely two black dots.