The official tournant site was a place called Ganryu Island.
It was an island bought by Kengan Association's chairman, Katahara tsudo, to serve as the final battleground for the warriors.
Everyone gathered at the bow of the ship, staring at the island slowly erging on the horizon. Each person wore a different expression—so nervous, so excited, so anxious, others deep in thought.
They were all waiting for the mont the ship would dock—waiting for the thrill that ca right before the elimination matches began.
Everyone… except for one.
He wasn't excited or expectant.
He was doing howork.
Inside a bedroom on the S.S. Kengan, Rinji had printed out the sumr howork from school and was now writing furiously.
"Damn it. So much howork over sumr break. You teachers are really sothing. When I get back to school after finishing this, I'll send you all to Africa to help teach over there."
His eyes were bloodshot as his pen flew across the paper, almost sparking from friction.
He had just gotten a girlfriend and wanted to spend more ti with Karura, but one call from Kaya forced him to drop everything and return to his howork.
It wasn't that he didn't have enough days left to finish it—it was just that with sumr ending soon, he needed to make ti for Karura.
"Okay, math's done."
After four hours of battle, he finally completed all of his math assignnts.
Next up were the rest of the subjects.
BANG!
Just as he laid out a few sheets of classical literature howork, the door burst open.
Karura ran in and hugged him from behind.
"Rinji, we've arrived. Ti to get off the ship."
"Yeah, alright."
Rinji smiled, crumpled the papers on his desk, shoved them into his bag, and walked out of the cabin hand-in-hand with the bouncing Karura.
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"mbers of the Kengan Association~ Thank you for your long journey."
"Welco to Ganryu Island~"
As soon as they disembarked, they were greeted by rows of sexy, swimsuit-clad hostesses—prompting many of the n to shout "Ooooh!"
Despite his age, Katahara tsudo clearly knew how to enjoy life.
Ganryu Island was essentially a self-contained resort in the middle of the ocean, fully equipped with everything needed. Amid the blazing sumr, beaches, the sea, and bikini beauties were a welco sight.
After disembarking, everyone changed into swimsuits and relaxed before the upcoming showdown.
A few fighters, seeing the beauties on the beach, eagerly began chatting them up.
"What a great place."
Rinji, now in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, lay down under a beach umbrella and pulled out his howork sheets.
Sure, the bikini girls were nice, and the beach was refreshing, and the entertainnt was top-notch.
But in Rinji's eyes—there was only howork.
"Rinji~"
A familiar voice called out. Rinji turned his head to see Karura, now in a bikini.
Her swimsuit was quite minimal, revealing her entire figure to him.
A perfect golden-ratio body, no excess fat anywhere, with defined abs on her flat stomach, and a well-developed chest that didn't match her identity as a sixteen-year-old student.
She ran up to Rinji and wrapped herself around his arm, her softness pressing against him.
"Let's go play~"
"Sure."
Rinji imdiately tossed aside the pen and howork sheets.
Sumr howork? What's that?
…
On the beach, the entrepreneurs and fighters were letting loose. Since the main event started the next day, this was their only ti to unwind.
Karura clung to Rinji's arm as they strolled casually along the beach. From ti to ti, they passed fighters playing beach volleyball or taking group photos.
Even though they'd be mortal enemies in tomorrow's matches, right now they were carefree and friendly.
"Ah! Watch out!"
A whistling sound cut through the air—a volleyball ca flying toward Rinji and Karura.
Rinji heard it and casually lifted his hand, smacking the ball back in the direction it ca.
The person who had shouted the warning caught the ball, but stumbled back a few steps from the impact.
"Whoa… that was heavy."
When he looked up and saw Rinji's face, he imdiately dropped the ball and jogged over.
"Hey, you're Takamine Rinji, right?"
"Hmm? You know ?"
The one who approached was a blond-haired boy about Rinji's age—eighteen or nineteen at most.
He had a cute face but a muscular build, clearly a fighter, not an entrepreneur.
"I saw you during the prelims. You're a strong fighter, aren't you?" He extended his hand. "I'm Imai Cosmo. We might be opponents tomorrow."
"Nice to et you."
Rinji smiled and shook Cosmo's hand.
"But you're mistaken. I'm not a fighter—I'm a mber of the Kengan Association."
"Huh? You're an entrepreneur?"
"Yep. Currently the CEO of Amano Pharmaceuticals."
"Wow, amazing. You look younger than too." Cosmo was surprised.
"I only started the company recently," Rinji chuckled.
He glanced around and noticed several well-known fighters—so of whom weren't just active underground but had appeared on TV.
Thailand's "Thai God of War" Kaolan Wongsawat, a famous boxer.
"King of Combat" Naoya Okubo, an MMA champion.
There were also so that, in Rinji's eyes, seed weak—but were still far above normal people.
After Cosmo went back to playing volleyball, Rinji was planning to take Karura elsewhere.
But just then, a massive figure blocked his path.
"…Long ti no see, Takamine Rinji."
Looking at the towering man with a trace of killing intent in his expression, Rinji thought for a mont and rembered who he was.
"Yeah, it's been a while, Officer Akoya."
Standing before him was none other than Akoya Seishu, the forr captain of the riot police unit who helped arrest Rinji four years ago.
Akoya looked down at the shorter Rinji, his tone icy. "It's great that you ca here—because now I can execute you personally."
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