"And the Champion of this month tournement is Four Arms!" Okane announced, earning mass cheers from the audience.
Okane was not only the owner but the referee as well. He was an average build man with short black hair, dark eyes, thin eyebrows, and an even thinner mustache. He was wearing a normal black business suit.
Four Arms was massive, being around nine feet, he was completely bald and had red eyes, and no eyebrows. He wore a black and red martial arts uniform featuring a high-collared tunic with a red chest emblem and a thick red braided rope belt.
"HAHAHA! What more do I have to prove!" Four Arms shouted rasing all his arms in the air.
"Wooohoo, you go four arm!"
"Yeah, boy, that's what I'm talking about!"
"Fuck! There goes my ¥50,000! I swear I'm going to kill you!"
Plenty of praises and death threats echoed out throughout the parking lot while Diego watched with interest.
'A tournement you say? Sounds like money.'
Visions of eating Ice cream and playing in the arcade flash through Diego's mind. He licked his lips and flew into a dark corner away from the specatating eye and transformed back to normal.
"Let me fight four arms!" Diego loudly declared, raising his voice to a point where it drowned out everyone else's voice.
The parking lot went mute with multiple eyes staring at Diego in shock at his beauty; some smirked, excited to see another bloody fight, while others smacked their head in disappointment at another arrogant fighter who thought they could defeat four arms.
"Huh? I don't recognize you. State your alias." Okane asked, squinting slighty at Diego, who was three floors above him.
'What would be a fitting alias? Ah, of course it should be him.'
"Dio!"
"Dio, heh? Why don't you come down here so I can get a better look at you?"
Diego jumped off and landed with a loud crash. He looked up to see a blood thirsty Four Arms and a smiling Okane.
"Well, aren't you a pretty boy? What's someone like you doing in a hellhole like this? Missing mommy?" Okane said teasingly, getting snickers from the audience.
"I want to join this...fight club thingy," Diego replied, unsure of what he just got into.
"Hahahahah! That's the funniest shit I've heard." Okane laughed, wiping the tears from his face.
"Look, kid, I don't know how you ended up here, but this place isn't for someone like you; it's best you leave before you die." He sighed, shaking his head.
"What's the difference between the crowd and me?" Diego asked.
"They kill, you don't." He tapped Diego on the chest. "That's the difference, so scram, I've got business to attend." He finished with a cheeky smile.
"Wait? Do you have to kill?" He glanced down at the flattened head of the black-haired dude and quickly looked up. He thought that it might not have been necessary, and it was just Four Arms' choice.
He scoffed at the idea of him killing another human; there's no way he could do that on his own accord, just yesterday he was lying down on the nursing bed while watching Naruto and eating Lays chips. The dream of eating Ice cream and playing in the arcade fizzled out just like that.
Okane and Four Arm stared deadpan at Diego like he just asked the most stupidest question. The crowd stared in disbelief before bursting out in laughter. They couldn't believe it; this kid didn't even know the rules.
"Yes..you have to kill," Okane replied, smacking his forehead.
"Then I'm out," Diego said.
He wasn't going to involve himself at all and didn't plan to stop it either, despite it being the right thing to do. It was their choice and freedom to do whatever they wanted, and it didn't barge on his own, so who was he to be involved?
"Four Arms," Okane said quietly.
Four Arms' deadpan expression morphed into something grotesque-looking. He stared with a wide, barbarous intensity. His brow was deeply ridged in a scowl, and his mouth was pulled into a thin line that stretched unnaturally across his face.
The bloodlust that radiated from him paralyzed Diego and the audience in fear, and before he knew it, he swung both of his upper right arms at him.
Boom
Four Arm's fists sent Diego's head to his shoulders, breaking his neck and putting half his body through the ground, creating a small crater. Diego's body went still, and Four's arm pulled back, standing beside the smiling Okane.
"Well done as always, Four Arms." Okane clapped.
The shocked spectators switched to delighted ones; they clapped and yelled in excitement, and some even took their shirts off.
"Man, that was brutal."
"Cocky fucker had it coming."
"We love you, Four Arms!"
To the surprise of everyone, Diego got up casually, cracking his neck that was just shattered seconds ago.
"Why?" He asked, staring at Okane and Four Arms scornfully.
"You're shitting me? You can regenerate, and here I was thinking you just had some type of super strength quirk. If I knew that, I would have told Four Arms to pummel you more." Okane said coldly.
"To answer your question, kid," He continued. "If it's your first night at fight club, you have to always fight, but unfortunately for you, the only actual fighter we have is Four Arms. No hard feelings, okay? It's just the rules; even I have to follow them."
"I see, if it's a fight you want, then let's fucking fight," Diego replied angrily.
"Audience! Today is your lucky day, the tournament may be over, but you have a juicy five-star desert meal, a meta with super regeneration, do you know how fucking rare that is, a true one of one!" Okane shouted, throwing his arms wide to the roaring crowd.
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