Chapter 35
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Frontal Confrontation (1)
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Ayuka Komikawa, the yakuza boss who ruled the district, was utterly shocked by a sight she'd never seen before in her life.
The reason was a very short man who had barged into her office out of nowhere, demanding a seat at the table.
"...I have no idea how the hell you even found this place."
Komikawa, who held the title of 'ronin' in her own right, didn't treat the boy roughly.
If it had been a girl his age, she would've kicked her ass and sent her packing, but she couldn't do that to a guy.
A true ronin had to be kind to men, after all.
"This ain't a playground, kid. This is a yakuza office."
"There's ways to find out. You just grab someone on the street who looks like yakuza and ask 'em nicely."
"...And that works?"
"Yep. If they don't spill, you punch 'em till they do."
Komikawa eyed the small, clenched white fist. Not a scar or callus in sight—the mark of any real fighter.
She saw right through the bluff (even without looking at his hands). Shaking her head, she leaned back in her chair.
"Which idiot bitch let this brat into my office?"
"Uh..."
"Didn't I tell you morons to guard the damn door?"
Her anger boiled over. These useless idiots—she wanted to smash an ashtray over their skulls right then and there.
But oddly, her underlings' faces were strange. Normally, they'd cower when she got mad like this, but now they seemed to be watching someone nervously.
"...No one let him in, boss."
"What bullshit is that?"
"This guy knocked out the door guard and just walked in. Look at the doorknob. He twisted it off barehanded, no key needed."
Come to think of it, a chill draft had been blowing in. Wind whistling through the gap where the mangled knob used to be.
"...So why the hell didn't you stop him?"
"Huh? Oh, we figured charging a guy who rips off a steel doorknob with his bare hands wouldn't end well..."
The 'Blue Society'—those green punks who'd gotten wrecked by that bratty kid not long ago—had at least rushed to protect their boss!
Komikawa ground her teeth at her cowardly crew.
"Fine, guess kids these days grow up fast, huh? Even a tiny guy like that can smash a steel door. Is this the limit of us old MZ-generation relics?"
"What the hell are you babbling about... Anyway, you gonna take me on or not? I'd prefer to wrap this up here. Hate moving around."
This guy in front of her was strong, no doubt. Only magical girls or those freakish 'beasts' could snap a steel doorknob with raw strength.
'Looks like he's some kinda 'addict.'
Even so, if she threw her full force behind this guy, he'd be a massive asset.
But right now, her rational side held her back. It didn't sit right for a yakuza boss to hide behind some random man to run her business.
"...Pass my test, and I'll give you a spot. You can run wild in my name."
"A test? What do I gotta do?"
"If you're as cocky as you seem, this should be a breeze. There's this bitch who's been screwing with our operations lately... Think you can teach her a lesson?"
"Sure."
Shockingly, he answered in seconds flat. It surprised her, but also put her at ease.
If things went well, she could off one of her sudden headaches just like that.
"If you're serious about joining up, you've heard the rumors about the 'Beast,' right? Go find her and give her a beating."
"That it?"
"Hmm... No clue where a runt like you got that kinda power. Probably hooked on that magic powder flooding the streets lately. Whatever, doesn't matter."
Magic powder? Isiwoos frowned. Whatever it was, his gut screamed it was mana-related.
'Damn that crazy Fairy Queen.'
Cursing the deranged Fairy Queen under his breath, Isiwoos listened closely to the yakuza boss.
"I'll send you the address and details separately. Now get lost, you little punk."
"...I'm not a kid. Or a punk."
Isiwoos turned, irritably slapping the office door with the back of his hand.
BAM! The steel door flew outward, imprinted with the mark of his hand.
"Whoa."
Despite the property damage, she couldn't even get mad.
Because outside the shattered door lay her underlings, sprawled and bleeding.
Yakuza bitches... no, women really love their nicknames.
It's not pro wrestling or anything. Who's coming up with this childish crap?
'The Beast.'
Not a bad nickname for Yellow, the magical girl of the Power of Courage.
Yuuzaki Iko was her civilian name—the one she'd used as a kid. The Beast was her moniker.
Guess she fights like a wild animal. Pretty straightforward, now that I think about it.
"Hanging out in a place like this? Might as well call it a zoo."
Yellow's usual haunt was a high-end bar dealing in pricey liquor. Must be a drinking hobby. Not that mana lets her get drunk easy.
Anyway, I stepped inside. The warm heater glow from within heated my body right up.
'Those bitches scream yakuza.'
A magical girl's upscale bar lived up to the hype—Western decor, shelves of exorbitantly expensive bottles.
Yellow's crew was shooting pool at the central table. She looked ridiculous, cigar clamped in her teeth, smirking.
"Sir, um, today... the place is reserved. Can't use it."
"They'll be out soon. No problem."
"Pardon?"
I strolled over to them, grabbed a cue from an empty table, and swung it straight at Yellow's yellow noggin.
"Huh?"
Crack! I smashed it hard.
Her bulletproof body lurched forward from the impact. The room fell dead silent in an instant.
"Hey! Who the fuck are you?!"
"What else? Manners stick."
Obvious as day.
That magic powder drug? Yellow's selling it, no question.
No hard proof, but shady crap like that is the Fairy Queen's MO.
She's the type to peddle addictive body-boosting drugs without a second thought.
"You little shit! Think you'll get away with... wait, you're a guy...?"
The yakuza who grabbed my collar to hoist me up promptly flopped backward. Nose and eye socket smashed.
I dusted off my fist and dodged the rushing mob, backing up quick to the wall. Then grinned at the charging bitches.
"Not interested in you lot."
I straightened the long cue like a javelin and hurled it at the lead woman's throat.
Splat! It tore through her neck, impaling the one behind right in the face. Instant double kill.
Shocked by the inhuman strength? The yakuza mob that'd seemed ready to swarm hesitated.
"Come at me again, you."
"You fuck! You know who I am?!"
Yellow, slumped over the bar table, sprang back up. A blow that would've caved a normal skull's brain spilled just a bit of blood. Good as new.
"I know. The Beast around these parts, right? Mouth like a rabid animal."
"Who sent you?"
Even realizing I was a guy, Yellow didn't flinch. Why not?
"...Nobody."
"Don't matter. I'll fuck you doggy on the bed till you spill everything."
"Kinky tastes."
"Think you're the first ballsy guy like you I've met? Turned 'em all into limp rags. Yours next."
The magic powder's spread wider than I thought. She's bragging about it.
Yellow wiped the blood trickling from her forehead and tossed her coat.
Ripped arm muscles and an angry oni tattoo appeared. Near her collarbone, kanji read 俠客 — ‘chivalrous hero.’
"One-on-one. No interference."
"You sure?"
Facing a magical girl like this? Straight-up suicide.
So I prepped my trump card. Pull that out, and beating her's easy as pie.
"You're Beast chow. Lost to Isiwoos."
"Wha—?!"
Yellow charged. Like a pissed-off animal. Perfect.