Ben-To: Publish a Novel 12
Her shout was quickly covered with her own hands as she saw Shiraume get up from her seat with eyes that could paralyze or even kill. Darkness surrounded her and hid her eyes in a gloomy shadow. The aura turned a deep black.
Oshiroi was shocked and tried to make up for it. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know… You know he is a friend right…”
Shiraume didn’t say a word and sat down with a stare that had a killers intent towards the tiny man in the ring. He who tried to get closer to the old man’s ghost and was pulled by the leg in to the circle of the others.
His head been locked between two thighs and his leg twisted by another wrestler. Satou squirms and rolls around greasing his body with the oil sticking to their body. And like a cater pillar squeezes out before the last one lands a punch on his face and ended up between the legs on the ground. The crowd is thrilled by the men fighting. Punches thrown hitting the cheeks distorting the faces as they been flying away.
Satou catches a full fist in the stomach and crunches over. With his eyes looking at the monk like fighter he sees a fist coming from above and landing full on his chin, turning him around before hitting the ground. Saga seen what happened while Sen already was jumping over the ropes. To aid Satou who rubs away the blood. His eyes bewildered like a wolf on the hunt and in anger he waves Sen to stop.
She didn’t know that right before the hit he seen the lions head with crossed swords with a drawn circle. Another clue to follow up on why he had kept seeing the old man. As he was on his way back to his feet the ghost was smiling and saluting Satou with his cane in front of his face and slowly disappeared from the scene.
Bells ringing, people shouting for a victor and the fighters move up to the bento. A quick thank you to his Senpai and of he went with a new found energy. The blood still smudged from his lip he jumps in his Fondushi. No more shame he mixes himself into the fight. He lands a knee on someone’s nose in a turn and craps the first arm he sees after that.
Agile like a gorilla he holds on and screams from the top of his lungs as he works Monk over his shoulder. A third is flown through the ring and ends up knocking Satou over like a bowling pin. The last man standing laughs out loud with reaching arms it is Goatee who misses the bento. By his ankles one of the fighter is the monk hanging on tightly.
And right before Monk would receive a kick from the Goatee Satou flies in from below with an uppercut on his chin. Surprised and tensed like a board he falls over. His lips curled up in a smirk with a tooth missing.
Like anyone who would have known it was Satou who would win. But just as he was about to pick up the box he flew to the other side of the ring. The spins so severe his fondushi got undone. There at the bento stood Shiraume with her hand placed on the Bento. Taking victory and claim the priced bento her friend wrote about as her own.
The crowd went wild.
“We have a winner… WINNER is Whatever… Congratulations'”