Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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"Ladies, we're going to a place where you can fool around. Stay close to us and don't get lost. I don't want to see any accidents happen to my students under my nose."

With a queenly aura, Ziyin made a declaration and led the Royal Sakura Girls' Academy delegation on their journey.

Target: Port terminal – the Kengan. (Hiroshima)

Chapter 180

As darkness fell, Masao Meizo met his mentor, the international superstar and muscle-bound tough guy Harold Dognjoger, who had taken the lead in bodybuilding, in the airport terminal of Haneda International Airport.

"Long time no see, sir."

Jie Xiongming enthusiastically waved and greeted the muscular giant walking towards him.

“Naruzou, it’s been years since we last met. Your muscle strength might have surpassed mine.”

Several pairs of eyes peered through the sunglasses at the young man before them, whose limbs appeared well-proportioned yet muscular, like an ordinary person. A slight emotional fluctuation appeared on his rock-solid, unsmiling face.

"Not at all, sir, you flatter me." Jie Xiongming scratched the back of his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly, looking around and asking in confusion, "Speaking of which, isn't the main store also participating this time? Why are you the only one here, sir?"

As the world's largest gym, Silverman Group initially joined the Kengan Association, Japan's largest interest group, in order to enter the Japanese market. By leveraging its vast human resources and channels, it provided a sufficient pool of fighters for various companies, thereby forming a good exchange of interests and thus expanding its business with the support of these companies.

However, the Silverman Group did not want to provoke a united attack from the local power brokers, so it was very passive in its approach to the Quanyuan Tournament as a competitive means. It always only passively responded to the challenges and rarely took the initiative to provoke them. As a result, although its record was good, its ranking was only at the 'middle level' among its member companies.

The Silverman Group, which was used to being a slacker, decided to participate in the Kengan Elimination Tournament for some reason this time, and sent its top executive, 'Harnold Dognjog,' as its corporate representative.

Jie Xiongmingzhao knew there must be some unknown reasons behind this, but he was still very excited about the group's decision. Being able to witness the world's top experts compete against each other was a visual experience that couldn't be waited for for fifty years.

Fitness and combat sports have always been related as 'the same thing'.

The visible front is the performance.

The unseen side is the real battle.

“The fighters hired by the group are locals introduced by the president of the Kengan Association. Since you’re here, they should be here too.” As he said this, Duogen seemed to sense something and twisted his neck to look at the airport gate.

"This cold, fleshy mass...!"

The cheerful expression on Masao Meizou's face also disappeared, replaced by a serious look. He placed his hand on his slightly trembling pectoral muscles and looked in the same direction with a cautious gaze.

that place.

A clearing had been created at some point.

It is truly unusual for a checkpoint to transport people.

But it seems no one noticed this.

They may simply be following their instincts, subconsciously avoiding the cliff in front of them and choosing the flat, safe land that is farther from their destination.

Four creatures, some 'demons' and some 'ghosts', stood there.

"Welcome to Japan, Mr. Representative."

The elderly man at the head of the group gave an unsettling smile.

"The Wu Clan has been waiting for you for a long time."

……

On a highway in the port area.

A luxury car is speeding by.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the Shinomiya family to stumble at this critical moment. It's a pity I didn't get a chance to see Uncle Gan'an's sour face."

Izumitsu Toyoda, Japan's leading capitalist and founder of the Toyota Group, one of the four major conglomerates, gulped down a bottle of carbonated beverage with such unrestrained abandon that he didn't seem to care when it splashed on him, displaying his innate optimism.

"Boss, since we're going to participate in the war, why not let me be the representative of the fighters?"

"The fake ninja who had been defeated by Yato 'twice'—Hayabusa asked with a frown."

This question had been weighing on his mind for a long time.

This time, Izumi Toyoda seems to have lost his mind, or perhaps it was just a whim to join in the fun. He spent a fortune to acquire a company that is a member of the Kengan Association. Not only did he complete the restructuring in a very short time, but he even made it into the top 28 companies. For this, he did not hesitate to 'temporarily' give up his identity as a [Purgatory] fighter and become an active fighter.

He had come all this way to participate in this tournament and compete against many powerful figures, especially his nemesis whom he considered the successor of the modern ninja. However, the fighter representative sent by the boss was not him.

This was somewhat difficult for the falcon to accept.

"Well, I know you're unwilling, but this elimination round is different from the past. Some special things might happen. Just to be on the safe side, I plan to use you, as a Guardian, as a trump card." Izumitsu Toyota, with the air of an older brother, put his arm around Hayabusa's shoulder and explained with a smile...

"Let's start with Carlos."

"Boss, that's really unpleasant to say. It makes it sound like I'm weaker than him. Besides... I'm not the one representing the Toyota Group in this battle."

The man who had been silent to the side, with droopy eyelids, curled his lip and revealed a frivolous smile.

He looked even thinner than a falcon.

Even normal adult men seem to be more robust than him.

However, those seemingly skin and bones limbs revealed a texture like swords, sharp and menacing.

This person is none other than Carlos Medal, the former A-rank fighter of Purgatory.

“In name only, I am the representative of the fighters who transferred from [Purgatory] to the Kengan Association’s 'Imperial University'.”

"I think if anyone has to be replaced, it should be this guy, right?"

Carlos casually pointed to the burly man beside him, a strange glint in his eyes.

"A stray dog ​​driven out by the Shinomiya Foundation has actually managed to replace Hayabusa as the fighter representative of the Toyota Foundation, a subsidiary of the Toyota Group."

"..."

Lu Tian remained silent. Dressed in a white shirt and trousers, he looked like a giant statue sculpted from white marble, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Even though he might look down on him verbally, Carlos never wavered in his resolve.

“Lu Tianjun is an excellent fighter. Even in the [Purgatory], he can hold a stable A-rank position. I think it’s perfectly fine for him to represent the [Toyota Group] in the battle. However, what Carlos-kun said also makes sense.” Toyoda Izumi turned his gaze to Lu Tian, ​​and the smile on his lips seemed to have something else in it.

"Although it's just for fun, I would be very happy if I could actually sit in that position. So, Lu Tianjun, don't let my efforts to save you from Shinomiya and Mr. Katahara go to waste."

"...Please rest assured, I will win in the end."

A strange look flashed in Lü Tian's eyes, and he spoke with a firm and powerful voice.

It gives people the impression of being both righteous and incredibly reliable.

But... setting aside the so-called determination, are other things really as they appear on the surface?

Chapter 181

As many fighters and business representatives headed toward the port, a stretched Maybach quietly pulled up in front of a luxury apartment building.

"It's true, it's true, it really is...! This person is really...!"

Kaguya grumbled and stomped her sandals hard on the floor as a way to barely vent her anger.

Looking at the young lady throwing a tantrum like a child, Hayasaka Ai said expressionlessly, "This is an elevator, please watch your step, Kaguya-sama."

"Hayasaka! Didn't you call ahead to let this guy prepare to leave?"

"Of course I've called, today and yesterday... In fact, I've reminded him every time I accompany Mr. Yato to a competition, to the point that he gets impatient, and I've also suffered an undeserved misfortune."

"Leaving aside what that guy did to my maid, all I want to know is, even after we reminded him to this extent, how could he still forget the meeting time, forcing us to change our route to pick him up? Seriously, really…!"

Kaguya's forehead veins bulged as she tried to suppress her anger and maintain her elegant demeanor as the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family, but her breathing remained heavy.

"If only they could be half as reliable in peacetime as they are in battle."

"Then it won't be 'Igarashi,' but 'Hyakugarashi.'"

"...Hayasaka, that joke isn't funny at all."

Ding.

The elevator stopped 17 times and arrived at the destination floor.

They didn't even have time to communicate.

The master and servant quickly went to the only door and pressed the doorbell.

Almost the next second, without hearing any footsteps behind the door, the door suddenly opened.

"Uh……"

Looking at the mature and voluptuous beauty in front of her, Kaguya was taken aback at first, then quickly realized what was happening, straightened her posture and bowed slightly, saying, "You must be Ms. Kushinada Mikumo, Yato's teacher? I am Kaguya Shinomiya, the person who just spoke with you on the phone."

They made countless phone calls trying to find Yato, and finally got through. But it wasn't Yato who answered; it was the beautiful woman in front of them who, at her behest, came to visit.

"Come on in, that guy should be done soon."

Kushina Miku led the two women, master and servant, into the house.

"Ok?"

Kaguya suddenly noticed that there were two other men in the living room.

He clearly looks very strong, with well-defined muscles.

Even a layman could sense his fierce and powerful aura.

But how should I put it... at this moment, I was sitting on the sofa with extreme restraint, like a primary school student visiting a teacher's house.

The moment I saw her, it was like seeing a savior; my eyes lit up.

This left Kaguya completely confused.

However, putting the other one aside, the one with the obvious silver hair looked very familiar.

“Who are these two…?”

As soon as she spoke...

The two men stood up abruptly, as if receiving a military order, their backs ramrod straight.

"Miss Shinomiya, I am Narushima Hikari. I am currently a trainee in the unit under the president. This man next to me is 02, my superior. He is born deaf and mute and cannot speak. Please forgive him."

The silver-haired youth spoke up.

"Uh, nothing."

Kaguya nodded blankly, her mind still a little foggy.

When did that guy start organizing a private army?

They even dragged their classmate and club member into it.

No... wait.

"Are you Narushima Hikaru's classmate?"

Kaguya stared at the silver-haired youth with a look of astonishment.

"It's definitely me, what's wrong?"

Hikaru Narushima looked completely bewildered.

"..."

Kaguya's expression was a little strange.

They actually asked her what was wrong?

I took two months off from work to help Narushima Hikaru, as requested by Yato.

Therefore, they know everything about him, including his information and appearance.

Although the appearance of the silver-haired youth in front of him had not changed much, his physique and temperament were very different from the person registered in the original information.

He grew stronger and more imposing, his sharp features becoming increasingly apparent, and the glint in his eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, gave off a considerable sense of pressure.

Having seen quite a few fighters, Kaguya could tell at a glance that Hikari Narushima had completely completed her magnificent transformation from an ordinary person to a fighter.

Although he can't compare to Yato, who is also a top-tier fighter at the same age, he is not comparable to the lowest-level fighters.

For this age group, he is undoubtedly a dark horse with great potential.

That guy occasionally does things outside of the competition that are befitting of a partner.