Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Yato understood.

Indeed, given the close ties between the Narukami Group and the [Mushi] organization, joining the Kengan Association would subject them to their oversight. Although the oversight wouldn't be extensive, it would be unwise to put oneself under their watchful eye. It would be better to create a separate subsidiary force, put it on the surface as a puppet, and easily meet the requirements of the elimination rounds.

Next, the group went to the deck and transferred from the Deathly Hound to the Kengan through the sea transfer channel.

And under the guidance of the guardians.

Starting from the lowest level of the ship's hull and moving upwards, eventually...

On the spacious and flat deck of the Kengan Association, which resembled a plaza, I met the 'King' who currently held power in the Kengan Association—Katahara Metsudo.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, congratulations on breaking through the qualifiers."

It seemed as if it were surrounded by dozens of black mountains.

The emaciated old man sat in a chair, leaning on a cane. His sunken eyes gleamed with a sharp light beyond his years, and his decaying body exuded an astonishing sense of oppression. Even with so many powerful guards around him, none of them were as eye-catching as him.

Is this old man Katahara Metsudo?

Many people secretly thought to themselves.

He truly lives up to his name; his aura is so strong it sends chills down your spine.

Of all the people, only Yato and Ohma could remain calm and composed in front of Katahara Metsudo.

Even Tianyu frowned, looking like he was under a lot of pressure.

However, it has little to do with Katahara Metsudo himself.

This pressure comes from the black mountains surrounding the old man, known as 'Guardians'.

Because what often causes trouble for assassins is not the target of the assassination, but the bodyguards around the target.

Despite having long abandoned tradition, it is still unable to escape the influence of assassination techniques.

"You're still up so late, and you even came all the way here to get some fresh air. Are you really okay, Mr. Katahara?"

Yato picked up the conversation, jokingly adding...

"Hoo hoo hoo... It's alright, my body isn't that fragile." Katahara Metsudou didn't seem to have any airs of being the president of the Kengan Association. He smiled and said, "Originally, I was supposed to come and greet you tomorrow morning, but... well, it's not unexpected. After all, with you here, it was within my expectations that the battle would end so quickly."

"If we're talking about 'surprises,' what surprised me the most was that there were actually three other fighters besides you. I thought you were going to defeat them all."

"...?!"

"..."

"what."

Apart from Yato, the others reacted differently to these words.

Yamashita Kazuo broke out in a cold sweat, while Akiyama Kaede pushed up his glasses, his expression very serious.

Tenyu and Fujibayashi Yoshino reacted indifferently; they knew this was something that someone could absolutely accomplish.

Rito scratched his head, feeling a little unwilling but saying nothing.

Only Ohma revealed a smile no different from that of Katahara Metsudo.

Clearly, he was also looking forward to this exciting development.

That was a thought that came to mind solely for the sake of enjoying the fun of the battles, regardless of the upcoming schedule... It belonged to Ashura.

"Speaking of this."

Yato raised an eyebrow.

"As far as I know, you invited twenty-eight companies to be exempt from the preliminary rounds, which is fine in itself, but five spots... how do you plan to allocate the schedule? One-on-one, there could be byes."

“This?” Katahara Metsudo revealed a mischievous smile, like that of a child.

"Five... I just picked this number randomly."

what? !

This startled even the King of Horses.

How could they be so careless in such an important competition?

"It really is……"

Yato shook his head, with an expression that said, "I knew it."

"However, it doesn't matter if there's one more... just let the 'losers' group you defeated decide another winner, and then we'll have 34 people." Katahara Metsudo said dismissively.

From that casual attitude, Yato and the others sensed a deep indifference.

no doubt.

In the eyes of certain individuals, such as Katahara Metsudo, the so-called fighters are nothing more than pawns or props that can be manipulated at will.

But this is by no means contempt or prejudice, but rather a matter of course.

Just like the Servants in the Holy Grail War.

No matter how great a hero they are, it doesn't change the fact that they are 'high-level familiars'.

In the eyes of capitalists, ordinary people are not even considered chess pieces or tools, but rather domesticated livestock.

Tools might injure themselves because they are double-edged swords, but livestock have no chance to fight back.

Therefore, in a sense, being able to be relied upon and utilized by others is actually a good thing.

...However tragic.

But this is the essence of the underworld.

Yato neither wanted to change anything nor question anything.

He just wants to break free from these constraints and then use them to dominate others.

To become the new 'ruler of the rules'.

"After sitting here for fifty years, it's time to hand it over."

Yato followed Katahara Metsudo and headed to the 'Central Hall' with the others. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the seemingly ordinary chair that Katahara had sat in earlier, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, I sensed something.

He slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze tearing through the night.

However, he then calmed down as if nothing had happened.

"Such a keen reaction... to be able to detect even someone as blind as me, that's something no ordinary prey could do. Looks like this mission will be quite entertaining."

The observation deck at the very top of the luxury cruise ship.

A burly Black man is leaning against the railing.

The pupils were completely pure white, with no focus whatsoever.

His seemingly innocent smile concealed a deep-seated murderous intent.

He didn't notice that on the mast not far from him, a shadow outlined a human figure.

"Wang Ma, just wait, I will definitely save you from the curse of Tokita Nitora."

With a snap, Kiryu crushed the binoculars in his hand.

Recalling the various scenes he had previously witnessed of Ohma using the Two Tiger Style to fight, and the sharp gaze that the opponent suddenly swept over him.

His handsome face was so gloomy it was almost as if it could drip water.

"No one can stop me. The one who defeated you and deepened your curse, I will also erase for you."

……

1:15 a.m.

The Kengan sailed steadily on the dark, vast ocean.

Meanwhile, the central hall was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Men and women dressed in suits and evening gowns raised their glasses, chatting and laughing, completely undisturbed by drowsiness, and fully enjoying this truly 'banquet'.

"I never expected to be back with you so soon, my 'brother'."

Just as Yato was devouring the food at the table, a blonde girl gracefully arrived.

"Hu Chun, what kind of trick are you up to now?"

Yato glanced at her.

"Are you referring to the elimination rounds?" Narukami Torahiro peeked over, blinking his eyes. He looked incredibly cute, but Yato knew very well what kind of twisted and ominous thing lay beneath that doll-like, adorable and innocent appearance.

"Stop playing dumb. If you're planning to participate in the elimination rounds, don't you think you should have informed me in advance? And of all things, you lured my team member away. You two must have reached some kind of shady agreement, right?"

"Brother, you've misunderstood me about this."

Narukami Torahiro looked around innocently, but didn't see Amayu or Fujibayashi Yoshino. After entering the central hall, the group that had passed the preliminary rounds dispersed to do their own things.

"Didn't Miss Tianyu tell you? She came to me herself, it wasn't me who approached her."

"However, I must admit that participating in the elimination rounds was decided long ago... Wasn't this to give you, 'brother', a surprise?"

I think it should be called 'trouble'.

Yato rolled his eyes.

He wasn't a battle maniac like Ohma, who sought a satisfying fight with his opponent.

If necessary, they are not hesitant to use tactics such as winning over or turning people against their cause.

But the key point is that the fighters that Narukami Torahatsu found will not hold back when they encounter him.

"That's part of the 'surprise' too."

Ming Shen Hu Chun gave a sly smile.

"Take your perverse sense of humor and get out of here. I need to eat."

Yato waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies, which only made the girl smile even more happily. But the smile quickly faded as she saw several people she didn't particularly like approaching.

"..."

I don’t know what interesting things I thought of.

Narukami Torahiro smiled broadly and suddenly hugged Yato's arm.

They adopted an extremely intimate posture.

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Despite the incredibly pleasant, intoxicating scent emanating from her, Yato felt a sense of unease the moment her petite body pressed against him.

Sure enough, before he could break free of the limbs binding him, he felt a resentful gaze fall upon him.

"..."

Yato glanced over without making a sound.

He noticed that Zhu Mei and the others were standing not far away, staring at him.

It was probably something I stumbled upon by accident.

They all had a look of surprise on their faces, but that surprise froze when they saw the two of them being affectionate.

"Zhu, Zhu Mei, calm down. Maybe you've mistaken me for someone else."

Seeing his friend's extremely unnatural smile and the oppressive aura emanating from him, Hibiki secretly cursed and tried to comfort Yato while giving him a wink.

wrong person?

Although Yato's appearance has changed quite a bit, including his hair color, it's not enough for Akemi to mistake him for someone else.

"Hey~ Is that Zhu Mei's boyfriend? He looks so handsome, and the little girl next to him is so cute... Are they siblings?"

Gina held a slice of watermelon in her hand, took a bite and the juice stained her lips red, looking a little dazed and adorable, completely unaware of the change in atmosphere.