Chapter 187: Ch. 187: Hanna's Busy Schedule (2)
"Hello, Miss..." The tournament official began to greet Chelsea in front of him with a smile and a handshake, but he faltered, unsure what to call her.
"Noah." Chelsea told him, returning the handshake. We'd agreed on this codename beforehand for the leader of Legacy. It was convenient for three reasons: It was my name in my prior life, there were some nice similarities between the famed story of Noah's flood and my creation of Legacy, and it was a fairly common name that wouldn't arouse suspicion if I ended up bringing someone else into Legacy who happened to share the name, if and when Noah became skilled enough to trust with hiding the similarities between her energy and mine.
Every Legacy Captain had their own codename for public appearances, even the Legacies that didn't mind showing their faces in public. These names were generally thought up by me or Chelsea, since most of the Legacies who'd earned them didn't care at all, and they were embroidered into their captain uniforms to denote their rank. The one I used when I did Legacy work in public was Nova, but the media suspected that Nova was a kid, and as I aged, that would become obvious, and they'd be able to pinpoint my exact age within a few years. I wanted the real head of Legacy to be totally untraceable, so I gave them an entirely new codename, and had Chelsea play it, covering her face with a blank Captain's uniform that came with a helmet and a personal radio that I was using to keep up with the conversation she was currently having inside of a waiting room at Mr. Satan's mansion.
As an aside, Mr. Satan also had a radio earpiece as a part of his (overly gaudy) suit, so he could hear everything that I told Chelsea as well.
"Miss Noah... Shall we get right to business, then? I would like the good people of Legacy to participate in our tournament in two years. What would it take to ensure that happens?" The committee man started off with his primary objective. I'd expected him to feel us out a bit, figure out what Chelsea's objectives in full were before laying things out that clearly, but...
"Participate, eh...?" Chelsea mumbled to herself, biting her lip under her mask. "That'll be pretty hard. If you just wanted us to work security, that's one thing, but..." She trailed off.
Both Chelsea and Mr. Satan fully understood my thoughts on the matter of having Legacy participate in the tournament. As it stood, I simply couldn't allow it. Working security was one thing, that'd be easy. Even the low-class Legacies would be fine for that. But participating was an entirely different matter. As cool as that would be, the current tournament setup was simply incapable of handling that sort of thing. My recent foray into the future came to mind as a prime example.
"I understand the problem. We've looked into past tournaments, and we realize that our tournament truly is ill equipped to handle fighters of the magnitude that you gather at Legacy -" The chairman admitted readily
"So, you understand that -" Chelsea cut him off, but was cut off in turn,
"But we still would like their participation. The more unusual the skills that the fighters show in the tournament, the more attention the tournament has gathered. The tournament nine years ago was our largest scale tournament yet, generating unprecedented revenue. The tournament last year couldn't even be compared." The chairperson explained. So it all came down to money, huh? It was true that Legacy's revenue was largely generated due to the public's interest in the flashy stuff that we did across the world. Memorabilia related to us literally flew off the shelves, from t-shirts to video games to fake Legacy costumes, you couldn't walk down the street anymore without seeing dozens of things with Legacy's logo on them, but...
"The fact still remains that the tournament arena simply isn't capable of holding up to the level of combat we're talking about. And forget about the crowd's safety, if our fighters are to fight to their fullest potential..."
"And that's why-" The chairman laid out another big request, making Chelsea smile under her mask. I hurriedly issued directions to her.
"Alright, we accept... But we'll have to do this-" A long discussion between Chelsea and the chairman of the world martial arts tournament followed, one in which Mr. Satan really had no part. This was a deal between the World Martial Arts tournament and the corporate giant, the head of Legacy. Later, Bulma and Capsule Corp would be drawn into this deal as well, turning the tournament that'd once taken place on a small arena in the middle of nowhere into a huge deal that would be broadcast live from the most advanced arena in the world, over the course of the next two years. Naturally, Legacy would be footing the bill for all of it, a decision that actually managed to somehow strain Hanna's stupidly huge coffers, and annoyed Bulma and her family like no other, but the returns in two years would eventually guarantee Legacy's place in Earth history, revolutionizing the way that the world at large saw martial arts.
But today, it was all just a dream organized by Chelsea and the chairman of the World Martial Arts committee.
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The next day, after listening to Chelsea and the chairman of the World Martial Arts committee discuss their plans, Mr. Satan was doing his job around Orange City when he got a report about a small child stuck in a tree in the park. Apparently, they'd climbed up there to save their cat, and hadn't been able to climb down. Separating from his team, Mr. Satan decided to handle this himself. Situations like this were good for public relations. He and his team dealt mostly with organized crime, but this type of situation was actually their priority, so when he found the kid at the top of the tree, he attempted to gently grab him and hoist him into his arms.
"No! I want Mr. Gabriel to save me!" The kid resisted Hercule's grip. Gabriel was Pigero's code name. He was famous for dealing with village destroying natural disasters, and it was pretty common for Hanna to send him to pick up orphans for Legacy to train after they'd passed her evaluations. Looking closer, Hercule realized that the kid had on a t-shirt with the Legacy logo on it, and Gabriel inked onto the back.
"Hey, come on, kid! I'm Mr. Satan! I'll help you, just hold still for a second. You're more safe with me than you would be with Gabriel! Why, I could knock that guy out with a single punch, I tell you! Let me help you, here, and I'll buy you an ice cream, alright?" Finally, after a lot of cajoling, Mr. Satan managed to get the kid to let him help him, and then he bought the kid ice cream afterward.
"Man, I really hope that I don't have to take part in that
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