Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 1 Shiraki Cheng

Tokyo, border between Bunkyo Ward and Toshima Ward.

Two corrugated iron shacks have been erected on the open space next to the dilapidated detached building.

"Brother, I'm going to school now. I'm off work tonight, so I'll be back early. Don't wander off!" The younger sister, who had just started her second year of high school, earnestly reminded her older brother before leaving.

Bai Mucheng's head was throbbing with pain. He subconsciously waved his hand, "Be careful on the road! By the way, how did I end up wandering off like this..."

"...No, wait, I actually do it!"

Watching his sister's departing figure, Bai Mucheng suddenly woke up, and memories of his past life flooded his brain like a tide, making everything seem ambiguous.

He was beaten with a stick last night!

After being taken to the hospital and given basic first aid, fearing excessive medical expenses, she stumbled home and collapsed unconscious on the bed.

"hiss……"

Headache.

Bai Mucheng went outside, turned on the tap to wash his face, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

His head was wrapped in gauze, and the bloodstains that had seeped out had dried.

Bai Mucheng gently touched it with his hand.

"hiss!"

My head... no, my brain hurts!
He remembered—

Once upon a time, there was a kind-hearted old man who adopted Bai Mucheng, who was homeless, and his sister, whose parents had died in an earthquake. The three of them made up a family.

On his deathbed, the old man left the ancestral land and the old temple on it to his brother and sister.

He thought he could make a living by running odd jobs like children's interest classes, but after one training session, Shiramu Cheng suffered a severe headache and went to the hospital where he was diagnosed with an illness.

Chronic traumatic encephalopathy, commonly known as "boxing disease".

Commonly seen in professional boxers, this condition results from repeated external impacts to the brain, leading to diffuse small hemorrhages, brain atrophy, and nerve fiber degeneration—a condition known as "brain injury."

Early symptoms include slow movement, unsteady gait, and slurred speech; in the middle stage, Parkinson's syndrome may appear; in the late stage, it may develop into dementia, epilepsy, personality changes, etc.

Currently, there is still no specific treatment for boxing-related illnesses; treatment can only be managed through recuperation.

According to the doctor, decades ago, a promising boxing star named Joe Yabuki was about to make his mark on the world stage, but he collapsed after a match – boxing-related illness was one of the reasons.

……

After falling ill, Shiraki Cheng's health deteriorated, making it impossible for him to continue running his extracurricular classes. The already deserted dojo gradually fell into disrepair.

In the last two years, Shiraki Cheng's condition has progressed to the middle and late stages, and he sometimes even loses consciousness and wanders away.

In an effort to pay for her older brother's medical treatment—or at least slow down the progression of his illness—sakurai Arisa frantically tried to raise money. After spending all her meager savings, she was tricked by local yakuza and ended up in debt to loan sharks.

Medical expenses are already extremely high, and with the added interest, the debt has long since become an astronomical figure. The local yakuza group then proposed to use the dojo's "land" to settle the debt.

However, Bai Mucheng knew in his heart that this group of thugs were essentially hooligans with no credibility whatsoever. Even if they handed over the land, the brother and sister would not have a single good day.

Rather, once they sign the transfer agreement, those thugs will have no more scruples and will surely take advantage of the brother and sister completely!

Shiraki refused to sign, so he was retaliated against and was hit with a black stick on the road at night.

……

……

Shiramu Cheng opened his eyes wide and looked at himself in the mirror.

Accompanied by excruciating pain and dizziness, he felt everything in front of him slowing down, and the "self" in the mirror was also wriggling and changing.

how so……

Sick again?

Strangely, Bai Mucheng's consciousness was incredibly clear. He could hear his heart beating, but the intervals between each beat were getting longer.

Everything around us seemed to be slowing down.

Only the "self" in the mirror, shifting like ink and smoke, becomes another person—

He was a robust middle-aged man, wearing a dark red kasaya on his upper body and white Taoist trousers on his lower body, with a red ribbon tied around his forehead.

He had thick eyebrows and big, piercing eyes. His face was covered with sparse stubble, but he didn't look sloppy. Instead, he looked like ink spilled on rice paper, vigorous and powerful.

...Long?

Memories surged, and Bai Mucheng subconsciously thought of this name.

Before him appeared a fighter who did not exist in this world—from the world of Street Fighter.

Ryu is a pure "fighting seeker," practicing martial arts derived from assassination techniques and integrating various fighting skills. He has a particularly solid foundation and his fighting style is highly versatile.

……

In the mirror, Long's figure seemed to be outlined with ink, appearing elusive and uncertain.

There were also many more blurry figures, like burly wrestlers, sumo wrestlers with painted faces, drunken boxing masters with sake bottles at their waists, and soldiers with strange broom-like haircuts...

Time seemed to pass in just one second, but Bai Mucheng was able to think a lot during that brief second, keeping himself clear-headed and letting his thoughts run wild.

"Time slowed down, and I was still thinking."

"Is that a fighter who doesn't exist in this world—Ryu? He... is staring at me."

"What did he want to tell me?"

“No, he doesn’t want to talk, he wants to…” Bai Mucheng suddenly realized.

Long took a half step back and assumed a stance, his right fist clenched tightly at his waist, his nostrils trembling slightly with each breath, his gaze already fixed on himself.

boom!
Long threw a punch straight at Shiramu Cheng's face!
That was an absolutely ferocious punch. The movement was simple and unadorned, yet it was wrapped in a force that could split mountains and shatter rocks, making Bai Mucheng's face tremble and almost unable to open his eyes.

The tension reached its peak instantly, as if all the blood in my body was surging, and my body, which hadn't exercised for five years, was forced to revive at this moment!
Swish!
Bai Mucheng dodged to the side, but he was still a fraction too slow. Long's two knuckles grazed his head, causing Bai Mucheng to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Only now did Shiramu Cheng finally come to his senses, his throat catching up with his thoughts, and he let out a gasp—

……

"what!"

As if waking from a dream, Long, after throwing a punch, drifted away and disappeared like ink in water.

The stagnant space around them had already resumed its flow long before Shiramu Cheng made his dodge move.

"..."

Bai Mucheng felt something under his nose, and when he reached out to touch it, a bright red stain appeared on his fingertip.

Nosebleed.

"Everything just came to a standstill—including myself. Only my consciousness and thoughts were still running at high speed, allowing me to think extensively in an instant..."

"I got hit by Ryu?"

"Can I dodge that punch? Can I still spar with Ryu? What about the phantom images of the other fighters?"

"...Wait, I just dodged?!"

Bai Mucheng's spirits suddenly lifted, and he got up from the ground without caring about his image. His arms hung naturally at his sides, his center of gravity remained in the middle, and he hopped a few times before quickly sliding forward and backward.

Swish—swish!

After several rounds of testing, Bai Mucheng concluded that the gait incoordination and slow movements caused by the previous "boxing disease" were no longer visible.

It seems... I'm cured?!

"My head doesn't hurt anymore, my eyes can see clearly, and my fingers are steady, so it really was a blow to the head—or a punch? Go ahead and hit me!"

"I need to go to the hospital for a check-up! No, I don't have any money in my pocket, I have to wait for You Sha to come back."

"Calm down, or Yousha will think I'm terminally ill, in the late stages..."

"..."

Bang!

As he was pondering, a loud crash on the street interrupted Bai Mucheng's train of thought.

Following the sound, Shiramu looked up and saw a low-ranking yakuza leader wearing a striped suit and sporting a slicked-back blond hairstyle, leading two men in black suits and sunglasses, walking towards him.

That sound just now came from the gang leader kicking the railing.

"Hey! You crippled piece of trash, long time no see!"

The henchman walked over on his own, looked around, and spat at Shiraki, "Where's Yusa? This lousy place needs some woman's scent to make it bearable!"

"Tsk, it looks like a garbage dump, what a waste of this good land..."

He glanced at the bandage on Bai Mucheng's head, a sinister smile spreading across his face, his threat clear.

"You're injured? I knew this area was dangerous! So, I have good news for you, you have a chance to move away from here!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng glanced at the minor leader.

This local yakuza gang, led by a small-time boss, was backed by a financial company and tricked Yusa into signing a high-value loan contract.

The fact that they've come knocking on our door now means the repayment deadline is approaching, and they want Bai Mucheng to sign the debt settlement documents so they can acquire the land as soon as possible.

"Look how good I am to your family! You can sign without even leaving your house."

The foreman introduced the two men in black suits:

“These two are salesmen from Di’ai Group, specializing in land mortgage transfers—Di’ai is a legitimate financial institution, so even if you call the police… they’ll have to acknowledge it!”

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

He was still thinking about how to deal with it when he suddenly heard a familiar term.

At the same time, the two men in black from the "Di'ai Group" each produced a contract.

The foreman then changed the subject, pointing to another contract and saying:

"Of course, because Arisa is so adorable, I wanted to help you as much as possible, so I've offered you a loan repayment deferral option—"

"Your family owns a karate dojo, so you must know how to fight, right?"

"Our Mischievous Tooth Group has been commissioned by the Imperial Love Group to fight a battle, but we're short-handed. It would be great if you could lend a hand!"

The underling stared at Bai Mucheng and reached out to take another contract.

"Go fight a fighter from some 'Kengan Tournament' and test their skills—if you win, you'll get a discount, and if you lose, you'll get a few more days' grace period. How about it?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng couldn't give an answer for a moment, because those two words—two words that shouldn't be related—were swirling in his mind.

Teiai Group? Kengan Match?
Bai Mucheng's consciousness went berserk once again.

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