Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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His tone was flat and indifferent.

It was as if they were simply stating something that should be taken for granted.

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Enraged, Dazai Yukio drew his katana and pointed it at Yato.

"Don't you understand? I think I've made myself clear enough."

Yato tilted his head and looked at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"If you've been following my recent information, you'll know that you're now a fighter. So, as a registered fighter of the Kengan Association, is there anything wrong with testing these unofficial fighters? Aren't you planning to enter the Kengan Tournament?"

"...You bastard, you were sent by Katahara Metsudo, weren't you?"

Dazai Yukio's arm trembled, but his tone was extremely firm.

"No, that old man wouldn't stop something so interesting from happening, and I think you know that better than I do."

Yato shook his head.

"Yato Igarashi, if you're trying to sabotage this selection out of personal grudges, then I hope you can calm down. You need to understand that this is no longer just an internal matter of RU7."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a white suit spoke calmly.

His words carried a strong sense of warning.

"So what? Do you think one department can do anything to me?"

Yato speaks very bluntly.

It wasn't that he was too arrogant. Although he couldn't contend with the upper echelons with his current strength, the person in front of him didn't necessarily represent the upper echelons either.

In particular, Yato noticed the centipede-like tattoo that was faintly visible on the back of his hand, which further confirmed his guess.

This tattoo is the mark of a member of the "Insect" organization.

It is clear that they have not only infiltrated the upper echelons of the organization, but also intend to use this incident to infiltrate the Kengan Society.

Of course, the [Insect] organization wants to do what.

Yato has no say in this.

There is currently no conflict of interest between the two parties.

There's no need to meddle in other people's business.

But this time, what he's about to do is something that even Jesus couldn't stop, let alone the insects!

"you……!"

The man in the white suit was about to say something in anger when his expression suddenly changed. He gave Yato a deep look, waved to his companion, and got up to leave.

Dazai Yukio was taken aback and quickly called out, "Mr. Watanabe! Where are you going?"

"It's inconvenient for higher authorities to get involved in campus brawls. Let's talk about the representatives of the fighters after you've finished dealing with your own matters."

The man called 'Watanabe' turned to him and said.

"School fight, campus brawl?"

Yukio Dazai's expression twisted.

This bastard in front of me can so casually define this kind of serious incident as a mere 'school brawl'?!

How dare he do this?

The selection process involved countless hours of manpower and resources, both overt and covert, but now that it's halfway through, it's been sabotaged, and the authorities are ignoring it completely.

Just outrageous!

But regardless of whether Dazai Yukio accepted it or not, Watanabe and his men left in a hurry.

Some of the contestant candidates also tried to slip away, but Yato stopped them with a look.

"I told you, I won't stop until you admit defeat."

"I...I give up...!"

Surprisingly, the first to speak was Punk Abbott.

Upon seeing his severed hand, everyone instantly understood.

We need to rush to get treatment.

With timely treatment, the hand can still be reattached.

Once the first person spoke up, the rest of the people also cast aside their burdens and conceded defeat one after another.

Although I can't understand why this man cares so much about winning or losing.

But admitting defeat is just a matter of admitting it, it's not a big deal.

It's better than suffering a loss and then backing down like punks.

"Alright, you're the last one."

Yato fixed his gaze on a person in the audience.

All the fighters, including Ren Nikaido, conceded defeat.

There is only one exception.

"Hayabusa! Just admit defeat!"

Sakayanagi, the chairman of the board of directors of the Higher Education Academy, appeared calm, but sweat was already beading on his forehead as he urged in a low voice.

"..."

The young man named 'Falcon' did not heed his advice.

He slowly got up and took off his sunglasses.

He revealed a pair of rather strange eyes.

Anyone who looks into his eyes will feel a chill in their heart.

Sharp and cold.

There is also an extremely strong kind of persistence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sakayanagi, but I will not admit defeat."

"Falcon...you!"

Sakayanagi's eye twitched, and he regretted going to Purgatory to ask for help. No, asking for help wasn't the problem; the key issue was the choice of people.

He had actually thought that Falcon, as the confidant of the owner of [Purgatory] and an A-rank fighter, was absolutely trustworthy.

Are you going to hit me?

Yato looked at Hayabusa and uttered Ohma's famous quote.

"I am a ninja, and I have no interest in ordinary fighters," Hayabusa stated, as if introducing himself. Even the surrendered fighters looked at him with the eyes of someone gazing upon a warrior.

"Naturally, I have no regard for the dignity of a fighter. However, I have the belief of a ninja, which is to never refuse a challenge from another ninja. This is my ninja way."

"Ninja... I can hardly be considered a ninja... Never mind."

Seeing the other person's determined gaze, Yato shook his head. He knew that saying anything to such a seeker of the Way was useless.

But yes.

His "Storm Kick" is a technique that has long transcended the realm of ordinary fighting skills; it is a "martial art" prepared for superhuman strength.

To the Japanese, it was indeed as incredible as ninjutsu.

"However, let's save our battle for next time."

Yato suddenly said.

"Do you want to avoid war?"

Falcon frowned.

"No, I just don't want to fight an opponent who's already dead. That's just pure killing. Let's wait until you think you can survive me before we have a proper showdown."

Yato said with a smile.

"Let's take a nap first today."

"—You little bastard!"

Suddenly, a knife slashed down towards his back.

It was Yukio Dazai.

This old man has a fierce temper and is stubborn.

When Yato sabotaged the selection plan right in front of him, coupled with the inaction of the higher-ups who treated him like a discarded pawn, he completely let go of his moral constraints and launched an attack on Yato.

That was a remarkably sharp strike.

It's clear that the old man is quite skilled in swordsmanship.

If this knife were to strike a normal person, they would have no chance of survival.

"live……!"

"Igarashi—!"

Hayabusa and Kaguya exclaimed in surprise, trying to warn Yato to be careful.

at this time.

An invisible gust of wind swept through the venue in an instant.

What followed was an overwhelming pressure, as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea, crashing down upon them!

Everyone froze, their expressions frozen.

The blade, which had been swung halfway through the air, stopped.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe just a second, maybe ten seconds.

The first person to fall appeared.

It was Yukio Dazai.

Being closest to Yato, he was also the one most affected by Conqueror's Haki.

It looked as if it had lost its soul, its body falling stiffly to the ground.

The katana in his hand fell limply to the ground.

Yato casually turned around, the blade grazing past his back as if he hadn't noticed, and never once turned to look at Dazai Yukio.

Hayabusa stared intently at Yato's figure, his shocked and unwilling gaze gradually replaced by confusion. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as did his body, and a sense of oppression engulfed his mind and body like a tsunami.

In this situation, even thinking becomes a luxury.

In just two or three seconds.

The room fell into a deathly silence...

Chapter 106

Somewhere on campus, not far from the sports arena.

Yato and his opponent entered into a standoff.

He is alone.

There were at least ten people on the other side, and many more scattered further away, all to prevent uninformed bystanders from getting close.

"Lord Narukami, that maid saw your face. Should I send someone...?"

A middle-aged man in a white suit bent down and asked cautiously.

In his view, even if the target of his anger was the Shinomiya family, the Shinomiya family would obviously not choose to antagonize them for the sake of a mere maid.

The middle-aged man was asking a question about a very young girl who didn't even look like a high school student.