Chương 4: The fever
Fuji watches Gojo leave then turns around and stuffs his hands into his pockets before walking off. "Come on, let's go."
"Huh? What about the Nintendo?"
"Gojo bought it while you two dumbasses were arguing." He grumbled before starting his walk home.
'Wonder what's got him in such a pissy mood?' kinji thinks as he follows after Fuji.
"Let's go to the club. I gotta blow off some steam." Fuji says, walking to the road and holding his hand up for a taxi. "Tochigi Prefecture." He says, sitting down into the back of the cab while Kinji gets in from the other side.
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The Gachinko Fight Club, an underground fight club ran by Kinji Hakari. A place that pits sorcerers against one another in hand-to-hand combat.
They arrive at an abandoned parking garage. Kinji hands the driver the money for the ride then gets out and walks to the sidewalk before heading towards the entrance with Fuji.
Reaching the main entrance they come face to face with a few guards, who let the two pass. Walking through the gates they walk inside the garage, Kinji going his own way, heading to the monitor room, reserved for him and whoever he deems is allowed to enter, so far the only people allowed to enter are Kirara Hoshi, Fuji Fushiguro, and lastly Kinji Hakari himself.
Due to this being an unscripted bout, Fuji had to wait a moment to fight, but nonetheless, he got his match.
Fuji walks into one of the parking areas in the facility, the majority of the roof above being torn out to be reserved for spectators. Most of whom are non-sorcerers, who are here to bet on matches.
Because most spectators are non-sorcerers, they cannot see jujutsu, and the fight needs to be where the spectators can see…
Therefore, in the Gachinko Fight Club, there are only two rules that every fighter must follow.
One: No Jujutsu.
Two: No Retreating.
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Fuji walks forward, his hand over his shoulder as he rolls it back and forth.
"Hm. It's been a while since I fought here. Let's see if I can get used to not using cursed tools again." He says to himself before slipping off his sweatshirt to reveal a tight, sleeveless black T, looking into the arena he sees the silhouette of a tall and lean man.
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The sound of speakers crackling gains the attention of everyone.
"WELCOME TO THE GACHINKO FIGHT CLUB TOURNAMENT!! I'M YOUR ANNOUNCER, RICK BOBBY!!" A man yells into the microphone, "AND NOW I'LL INTRODUCE THE FIGHTERS!! TODAY WE HAVE A SURPRISE CHALLENGER!!"
Everyone looks towards the entrance to the ring, seeing Fuji walk out into the opening.
"The Devourer of Dreams, Fuji Fushiguro!!"
The crowd goes crazy. *Cue the cricket sounds.*
"Our other fighter is someone you all know well! The King of the ring, IIIIIIt's Kaiou Retsuuuu!!"
"Have you all placed your bets?! Let's get ready, to rumbleee!!!"
Hakari sits on the couch in the monitor room, watching the screen with little interest. He sighs, "I can feel it. Things are starting to cool down."
"Hm? Why's that Kin?" Another voice asks from beside Kinji, a very feminine man with star shaped eyes pokes at Kinji's neck, trying to entertain him.
"Luck is nothing if you don't test it. 'It's boring knowing who is gonna win.' That's what they're all thinking right about now. Although no stray sorcerer is enough to defeat Fuji."
Kirara stops poking Kinji and looks at the screen, "You sure about that?"
Restu lowers his stance slightly, looking at his foe, "This guy…" He jumps forward and swings at Fuji with a right hook.
Fuji ducks under the blow and elbows the man in the gut, he coughs then jumps back a bit. "I wasn't done stretching ya'know." Fuji pops his neck, then shoulders. "Man. Looks like I've gotten rusty from using cursed tools all the time…" He sighs before relaxing his stance slightly, Retsu sees this and jumps forward, this time throwing a barrage of punches. Fuji deflects one, then another, and another.
"What's wrong? Staying on the defensive, are you?" Retsu smiles as he ducks down and sweeps Fuji off his feet before kicking him in the air.
"Huh…" Fuji twists his body so his feet land on the ceiling. "That confirms it." Once Fuji's feet hit the ceiling he pushes himself off and shoots towards the ground, he twists in the air and brings his foot up before swinging it down, causing a massive dust cloud to rise. Once it settles it reveals a crater in the ground, and Restu a ways away.
Retsu smirks and rushes forward at blinding speeds, his hand up and swinging it at Fuji's head.
Fuji sighs and catches Restu's hand, stopping it in mid air. "There…I think…I'm starting to get the hang of it again." He says to himself, before reaching his hand up to the back of Retsu's head and slamming it down on his knee then kicking him away.
Retsu hits a wall then slumps to the ground, a groan escaping his lips as he gets up and taking a very relaxed stance, not moving a muscle, his breath being steady and his eyes watching his opponent.
Fuji takes a step forward, bringing his hand together he cracks his knuckles before closing the distance between the two in a second, he brings his hand back and swings at Restu, only to be sent flying into the air. "The hell?" He mumbles before falling back to the ground. "Hm. Interesting." Fuji thinks for a second before lunging forward and dropping to the ground to sweep Restu down.
In response Retsu hops over Fuji's leg sweep before going on the offensive, delivering a flurry of punches, all lightning quick, and fluid in motion, he delivers a final punch that sends Fuji skidding back a few dozen feet.
"This is interesting. You don't see many fighters like him these days. If he was on that, I wouldn't have to worry… How fun this turned out to be." Fuji lowers his head and smiles before rushing back at the man and going on the offensive himself, a right, left, left, right, right, left, a kick, a straight, and finally another left hook which sends Retsu against the wall once again.
Sweat begins to pool down Retsu's face, starting from his forehead then dripping from his chin. "Who is this kid? Is he some famous sorcerer…no…that doesn't matter. The thing that does matter…" Restu looks back at Fuji, a slight shiver creeping through his spine as he looks up towards Fuji, a nervous smile on his face meeting that of a battle crazed smile on his opponents."This kid is a demon."
Fuji lowers himself to the ground before closing the distance between the two in the blink of an eye, appearing behind Retsu he holds him by the collar of his shirt before tossing him up then delivering a powerful punch to his face, sending him flying across the arena, appearing behind him again he swiftly knees him in the face, dislocating his nose. "Ahh~ I think I'm getting used to it again…"
Restu shakily stands up and brings his hand to his face, blood dripping from his nose as he relocates it with a sickening pop, he gets in his stance, readying for another attack.
BANG BANG
"Wait…wha- what happened? Where'd those shots come from…"
The crowd gasps, questions ringing throughout the air at what they just witnessed, Ranging from, "Where did the gun come from?" To, "Wait, is the fight over?", as well as many boos, and drinks and food being thrown to the ground, the shouts of disdain being the most prominent in the arena.
"Oh. That was unexpected." Kirara says while looking at the monitor screen with widened eyes, to be frank, he is taking this rather calmly. Not akin to Kinji, who is seething.
"It's nothing against you."
Retsu pants as he feels blood running down from his legs, looking down he sees two bullet holes in his thigh, causing him to panic.
"Well, I guess maybe it was something against you…" He brings his gun holding hand up to his head and scratches it with the butt of the pistol. "Anyways. I remembered something, and you were getting pretty boring. So, I decided to finish up here." He says, putting his gun back in the mouth of the spirit on his shoulder. "Though you should be proud. It was a fun fight for a while there." He pops the small balled up spirit back into his mouth and swallows it before picking Retsu up and slinging him over his shoulder. "Now, let's get you too that geezer."
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