Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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"This is President Katahara's private resort island, so it's only natural that there are hotels, inns, and various entertainment activities. Speaking of which, Kaguya-sama—"

"Ok?"

"Speaking of 'shamelessness'... do you mean swimwear?"

"swimsuit?!"

As if she had heard some ancient fallacy, Kaguya's eyes widened as she pointed at the beautiful women laughing and playing in the water, her voice trembling.

"You...you call those pieces of cloth a swimsuit? Are you kidding me? This is the real deal!"

"..."

Hayasaka Ai silently sized up Kaguya.

She was wearing a red-themed swimsuit that resembled a competition swimsuit...

If we're talking about cuteness, then yes, it could be called 'cute'.

The swaying lace trim exudes a pure and innocent charm.

Although it lacks elements that women can be proud of, according to the requirements of the kimono in ancient Japan, being too 'prominent' would cause the clothes to wrinkle, so curves and flatness were the most important.

From this perspective, Kaguya could easily be considered the most beautiful person on this beach.

Oh no, what should I do?

Should I really say things like that to comfort her?

I just can't bring myself to say it.

While the two under the shade of the tree were struggling with their feelings and resentment, a completely different scene was unfolding on Yato's side.

"Ha! Poverty and weakness!"

Yato wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and looked at Guan Linjun, who had fallen asleep on the table, with a provocative gaze.

"Guan Lin dragged me and Jin Tian out for drinks all night last night. It's unbelievable that he still dared to keep drinking with others. It seems he's already prepared to sleep it off and then have another good fight tomorrow. He's really cunning."

The burly man with a buzz cut standing to the side smiled wryly.

"Haha... It's mostly Mr. Okubo drinking. I'm not a big fan of alcohol."

Kaneda Suekichi scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

"I was thinking of having a drink..."

Bing Shi Liang chewed on the watermelon in his mouth listlessly.

Yato glanced at him sideways: "You still dare to drink? Don't you want your hands anymore?"

"Does what I'm saying really work?"

Himuro Ryo looked at his left arm with a strange expression. Although it was still in a cast, the medication inside was completely different from the one he had used before.

"Don't worry, I expected this to happen. I prepared a lot of healing medicine in advance. My best medicine is the one I'm applying to your hand. With my professional massage skills, you'll be able to fight with your left hand when you wake up tomorrow."

Yato sat back in his chair and said slowly.

"But it's fortunate that the injury wasn't serious. If Jintian had been a bit more ruthless, he could have broken your arm. Unless you get Aunt JK Luo to give you a bottle of bone-restoring medicine, you wouldn't have had time to recover even after the match ended."

"So, I should thank Kaneda?"

Ice Room was both amused and exasperated.

"No, Mr. Himuro, this is all thanks to Lord Igarashi."

Kaneda Suekichi quickly waved his hand.

"Alright, Mr. Kaneda, let's stop with the formalities and go play volleyball!"

Naoya Okubo grabbed his neck.

"No, I'll let it go."

Himuro Ryo shrugged.

"Let's go, Okubo. I can't stand watching that idiot Rito get beaten up on the field."

Yato pushed back his chair, swung his arms, and revealed an enthusiastic smile.

"That's true, how can we let those two winners in life bully Rito like this!"

When Okubo mentioned "life winners," he was referring to two fellow fighters and contestants, Imai Kosou and Mogi Robinson. Both of them are quite good-looking. The former goes without saying, but the latter even has a cute little sister cheering him on from the sidelines, which is simply unbearable.

"Let's do it together...!"

"Yato!"

Before Okubo could finish speaking, a beautiful black-haired girl clung to Yato like a koala. And that wasn't all; soon a group of girls swarmed over, calling out "Yato-kun!" repeatedly. A few girls nearby cast cold glances at him, seemingly disapproving of the situation.

Okubo: "..."

Ryo Himuro: "..."

Kinda Sueyoshi: "..."

Guan Linchun: "zzzzzzzzzz~".

Chapter 202

At 8 p.m., the 'entertainment' activities that had continued from daytime finally came to an end.

Representatives of some fighters and all company representatives were present.

At the call of Katahara Mitsudo, they gathered in an extremely spacious hall.

"Igarashi, do you think that old man called us here to announce the details of the competition?"

Okubo stroked his chin and muttered to himself.

"Who knows... but judging from the situation, it should be right."

Yato's expression remained unchanged as he scanned his surroundings.

Although the corporate representatives and the fighters were in the same hall, the fighters could only stay in the corner, like spectators watching a match. Not all of them were present, so it was clear that the fighters were not the main focus of tonight's 'event'.

On the other hand, not only were all the company representatives present, but they even took their place, standing in the center of the hall, facing the elderly man who now held the highest position on the stage—Katahara Metsudo.

"Very good, everyone is here."

The old man looked around, stroked his beard, and smiled.

"So, everyone, are you ready? I have some matters to announce regarding the competition."

coming!

Everyone secretly thought.

The decadent lifestyle of the past two days has been enough to wear down the fighting spirit of some people.

However, they never dared to let their guard down.

Now we can finally get down to business.

"First of all, the competition format will continue as before, with one-on-one matches, and will be divided into five rounds: 'preliminary rounds', 'round of sixteen', 'quarter-finals', 'semi-finals', and 'finals'... Please see the screen behind me for the specific times."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up.

Behind Katahara Metsudo.

A giant screen, comparable in size to a movie theater, suddenly lit up, displaying a simple schedule.

"Eight days...that's tough."

Hearing the whispers of some unknown fighter nearby, Yato nodded inwardly.

If we consider the day they boarded the ship as the first day, then two days have already been removed from these eight days. Today is the third day. The group assignments will be decided tonight, and the competition will begin tomorrow.

The first round consists of sixteen matches.

It must be completed within the fourth day.

After a day of rest, the second round of the 'Round of 16' will begin on the sixth day.

There were eight games in total, and they were all played.

After a day of rest, on the eighth day, the 'quarterfinals', 'semifinals', 'finals'... a total of seven matches were held!

If you calculate it that way, there are a total of 31 matches.

Even in unrestricted fighting matches, the time to determine a winner is generally no more than ten minutes. With sixteen matches a day and a break of ten or twenty minutes in between, there is plenty of time from morning to night.

The problem isn't whether the audience has enough time, but whether the fighters have enough time.

Even in the preliminary rounds, the opponents you encounter are not weak, and it's inevitable to get hurt after a match.

There are still the quarterfinals, semifinals, and finals to come.

Everyone only has two days to rest.

There was simply no time to recover.

It's not much better than a "relay race".

"Now that we've covered the format and timing, the next issue is the group assignments..."

Katahara Metsudo revealed a mischievous smile.

If it were on a cute girl, it would make her even cuter, but on this nearly 100-year-old withered old man, it would be like the sinister grin of a dried-up corpse, sending chills down one's spine.

pat...

There was a sound of footsteps.

Four guards carried a huge object from behind the curtain to the front of the stage.

It was a machine modeled after a Russian turntable.

The machine's surface is divided into thirty-two sections like a clock, with each section displaying a number that combines English letters.

Because of the machine's large size, even the fighters at the edge of the hall could see it clearly, let alone the company representatives right in front of it.

"What is this thing...?"

Kaguya frowned slightly.

"Let me explain how to use it."

Katahara Metsudo, leaning on his cane, slowly walked to the machine, like a teacher tapping the blackboard with a pointer to attract students' attention. He pointed with his cane to the words on the turntable on the machine's surface.

“a1~a8, b1~b8, c1~c8, d1~d8… I’m sure you’ve all figured it out with your intelligence, right? That’s right, the letters represent groups, and the numbers represent the position within a group. In other words… if you choose company a1, you will automatically be matched with company a2, and vice versa.”

"I suppose you are all unwilling to entrust your fates to me. In that case... I will leave the 'choice' to you."

At this moment, a guard bowed and presented a red cloth tray.

Katahara Metsudo picked up the items from the tray and displayed them to everyone without any attempt to conceal them.

"...?!"

The moment they saw that thing, not only the company representatives, but even the fighters' eyes flashed.

That was a pistol.

Although it may seem insignificant, if it's true, it's no joke.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, this is just an air BB gun, filled with plastic BB pellets."

Sensing the unusual atmosphere, especially the strange looks from the company representatives, Katahara Metsudo laughed heartily, as if his prank had succeeded.

"Instead of words, let me demonstrate it myself."

As he spoke, he walked toward the company representative with what he called a 'dangerous air gun'.

The latter all maintained a certain degree of vigilance and chose to retreat, making way for an open space.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw Katahara Metsudou mutter, "This distance should be about right," when he was about five or six meters away from the machine, and then turn around and point his gun at the huge turntable.

However, he didn't rush to fire.

Upon seeing this, the guardian standing beneath the machine pressed the switch.

With a buzzing sound like electromagnetic friction, the enormous turntable embedded in the machine's surface began to spin rapidly, and the thirty-two blocks marked with group numbers almost became one.