Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Yato felt it was necessary to stand up and speak out for the fighters and martial artists of this world.

"I can tell what kind of martial art you practice."

Kushina Miyun said calmly.

"From this point of view, your martial arts and the martial arts I know are essentially the same. The only difference is that... you, or rather the people of this world, seem not to know how to develop 'qi'."

"It's like mining iron ore from an underground vein and then using excellent forging techniques to turn it into a cold weapon. It's not that it's not lethal, but your weapons are too outdated. There's no place for you in this era."

"..."

Yato's expression was solemn.

He could not refute this.

The fighting culture is prevalent in the Kengan world, and there are many phenomena that defy common sense. However, these are just "isolated cases." In Kushinada Mikumo's words, they are special cold weapons with unique effects and higher lethality than other cold weapons, but they still cannot escape the category of "cold weapons."

For thousands of years, countless seekers have pursued the ultimate in martial arts, and the ancient martial arts formed by their efforts have indeed declined in this era. Even if they are transformed into modern combat techniques... it is ultimately just for the convenience of popularization.

The limits of modern combat techniques are limited.

Anyone can see it clearly.

That's why Yato didn't blindly proceed, but instead headed towards the broken bridge.

Instead, they turned and ventured into famous mountains and rivers, trying to find a way to cross the broken bridge amidst the vast wilderness.

In fact, he is very close to success.

however……

Only one person succeeded.

Kushina Miyun walked forward.

Step by step, slowly and steadily, they crossed the Night Tower.

The crisp sound of wooden clogs hitting the soles echoed like the morning bells and evening drums.

"I am disgusted with a world where martial arts can only live underground. So I want to bring about change to the world and let martial artists stand on the ground again."

"You want to preach?"

Yato replied without turning his head.

"I can't handle such a massive project, but... if the world falls into chaos, then there will definitely be room for martial artists and fighters to make their mark. In that vortex, something uncertain will inevitably be born. Although I don't know what that is, this 'unknown' is also a kind of fun."

Kushinada Mikumo's voice rang out softly.

"What you want to do is none of my business, but if you try to interfere with my plans, I will definitely stop you."

Yato turned around and said in a serious tone.

Upon hearing this, Kushina Mikumo stopped and turned around as well.

Her delicate face was as calm as still water, making it impossible to fathom her thoughts.

"Stop me? Why? If I muddy the waters, wouldn't that be a great opportunity for you?"

"I have my own way of doing things."

Yato's words were concise and to the point.

"...Really? Then I'll do as you say."

Kushina Mikumo pondered for a moment, then revealed a charming smile.

"?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Yato's eyes.

So easy to talk to?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Kushinada Miyun suddenly change the subject.

"However... I also have one condition."

Good heavens, so this was what they were waiting for me.

Yato felt helpless.

At this point, how could he not see that the other party's previous words were just a prelude to the current demands, but he had no choice but to agree?

After all, if you want to keep this big shot in check and prevent her from causing trouble, how can you do it without paying a price?

"Tell me, what are the conditions?"

"It's very simple."

Kushina Mikumo appeared calm, but her eyes revealed a seriousness.

"—I take you as my teacher."

(I'll write two more chapters now and post them as soon as I'm done. I should be able to finish them before 10 o'clock. Also, I won't post any more pictures of Kushinabe Mikumo, as they're likely to be censored.)

Chapter 151

The next day.

"Sir, this is the base's 'arena'."

Thanks to the Kōken-gō Association, martial arts have become very popular in Japan.

Even the [Insect] base has a dedicated arena for trainees to conduct one-on-one combat training, and there are even regular ranking battles.

The second floor has floor-to-ceiling windows and a monitoring room, offering a clear view.

Yato looked around and nodded slightly.

The facilities are complete and the venue is very spacious.

While it may not be as extravagant as the Imperial University Gymnasium, which hosts thousands of people, it's still capable of holding a large-scale boxing event.

The arena has no seats, only a fighting platform.

Just then, a breeze blew.

01 realized that the woman who should have been following behind him had appeared on the stage at some point.

"...?!"

He kept his mouth tightly shut, feeling a little uneasy.

The woman came out of the training ground with the new commander last night, which greatly surprised him, since there was no such person in the base before.

When I got back, I immediately deleted all the surveillance footage from that day.

He didn't want to know the truth, nor did he want his new superior to mistakenly believe that he knew the truth.

Knowing too much about these 17 insect-related organizations often leads to a short lifespan.

So even though the new commander asked him to lead the way to the arena as soon as he got up this morning, he led the two of them there without saying a word.

"Okay, you go out first."

Seeing that Kushina Mikumo had silently stepped onto the stage and was staring intently at him, Yato sighed helplessly and gave instructions to 01.

"Yes."

01. Relieved, I quickly left.

Being with those two was so oppressive that the atmosphere made him feel suffocated.

01 As soon as he left, Yato took off his jacket, shirt, shoes, socks, and trousers, and jumped onto the ring wearing only his MMA shorts, standing in front of Kushinada Miyun.

His skin wasn't wheat-colored, nor was it fair; it was somewhere in between, giving him a strong, rubbery impression—tough yet elastic, delicate yet not soft. You couldn't find a single scar on it, as if no matter what method you used, it would be difficult to leave a lasting mark on it.

His strong, muscular physique, as if carved by a knife and axe, perfectly embodies strength and beauty.

Judging by physique alone, Yato, like Gaolang, can only be considered small in the heavyweight class, but his actual weight is more than 220 pounds!

Every muscle is like a piece of refined iron, its shape and distribution perfectly suited to the demands of combat. Anyone who evaluates it would consider it a 'textbook' fighting physique.

Standing here like this is like being a warrior clad in heavy armor, exuding a fierce aura that fills the atmosphere with a chilling sense of impending doom. Every breath of air feels like a needle prick to the skin. Although it is the instinct for danger at work that sends incorrect messages to the nervous system and brain, this kind of mental pressure is extremely deadly in battle.

"It seems your previous teacher taught you quite well, at least you have a very good foundation, even I can't find any fault with you." Kushina Mikumo glanced at Yato a few times, a hint of satisfaction appearing in her eyes.

Although he is a few years older than his disciple Qianying and has never received any training in 'Qi', his foundation is very solid and he has an excellent physique. Once he opens up his 'Qi channels', he will surpass all of Qianying's efforts to date in a very short period of time.

“I have indeed learned some valuable things from many people.”

Yato sighed.

Although the master who taught him Jeet Kune Do and Wing Chun refused to accept him as a disciple even at the cost of his life, he truly did not teach what he said he would not teach, and he did not hold back a single bit on what he decided to teach.

Without the foundation he laid back then, he wouldn't know what he would have to study ancient martial arts with now.

There's also Mitsuyo Koishi, the head of the Koishi Dojo, one of the most outstanding fighters of our time, who meticulously taught me his signature skill—Mixed Martial Arts.

This allows him to verify and integrate what he has learned before, and to forge his own path.

But neither of these two can be considered his 'mentor'.

Yato considers himself his first teacher.

It should be 'system'.

It truly changed my life.

Although it was stingy, not even giving him a newbie gift pack at the beginning and making him fight with others to collect fragments to complete the task, it was precisely because of this that he finally woke up from the excitement of obtaining the cheat device.

Yato often thinks that even without a system, he can become the strongest in the world.

This is not a matter of self-confidence.

It's more of a belief than a belief.

What's the difference between someone who's useless outside the system and a lucky person who receives help from kind people but still doesn't improve and whose only benefit is a better life?

His pride wouldn't allow him to become that kind of person!

It was with this belief that we found success.

Day and night of tireless effort, honing skills.

Only then could Yato stand tall and proud to this day.

"Gather the strengths of many schools, discard the dross, and improve yourself... This is the path many martial artists have taken. So, let this old woman... no, let me see what you have really mastered."

Kushinada Mikumo suddenly changed her self-reference halfway through her speech.

This means that she abandoned her position as a senior and instead took the initiative to learn Yato's 'martial arts' from the perspective of a martial artist.

"Do you really want to fight?"

Yato is having a bit of a headache.

To be honest, he doesn't really want to play games he's bound to lose.

Moreover, it doesn't drop any fragments.

Because the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, it could not even be called a battle.

"How can I know your current strength without a fight, and thus formulate your future training plan? ... Do you think I can know your strength just by looking at you? Well, that's not entirely wrong. I can probably judge your general level by feeling, but to be your master and teach me the way of martial arts, this level of understanding is far from enough."

"besides."

Kushina Mikumo suddenly changed the subject, her lips curling slightly, and a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"I think it's necessary to let you understand your master's abilities, so as to establish your authority as a master. This will be of great help to your future cultivation. Don't you think so?"

"..."

Yato's mouth tasted bitter.

All she did was say a few harsh words last night, and it was because of her deliberate probing that she got such a grudge. Where can you even complain about this?

However, in the world of martial arts, whoever has the stronger fist is always right, so it's understandable that she, as a woman, would hold a grudge.

Let's fight if we want.

Anyway, I won't die.

Yato silently adjusted his breathing, using breathing techniques and self-suggestion to 'activate' his mind and body. His strength surged through his body like an electric current, and upon closer inspection, his body surface was trembling slightly.