Chapter 135: Shirogane Miyuki Feels Like This Isn’t So Simple

Finally, Katahara Metsudo addressed everyone present.

In the name of the Kengan Association's chairman, he officially declared the commencement of the [Kengan Annilihation Tournament].

Anyone affiliated with the Kengan Association could enter, fielding their strongest fighter in a battle royale for the right to the chairman's seat.

Defeating Katahara Metsudo and his subordinate—the fearsome "Fang of Metsudo"—would earn the victor the right to appoint the next Kengan chairman, effectively granting them control over all of Japan's corporate world.

With this declaration, the Japanese business world was set ablaze with excitement.

And naturally, this tournament would be another goldmine for Rinji.

"I'll send someone to pick you up when the time comes, little Rinji."

"Sure, I'd be happy to get a piece of the pie," Rinji replied with a smile.

He was confident that this news would spread quickly. Every conglomerate, financial group, or corporation in Japan would soon be scrambling to find capable fighters.

As Katahara Metsudo departed with his men, all eyes turned to Rinji, murmurs spreading like wildfire.

"Who is that student-looking guy?"

"He can talk so casually with the chairman? He must be someone important."

"Could he be a major player?"

"And he's kinda cute, too."

Rinji ignored the chatter and walked straight toward Ohma Tokita.

Ohma grinned when he saw him. "Hey kid, been a while."

"I've actually seen you plenty. I'm at almost all your matches."

Rinji smiled and extended his hand.

"Let me see your right hand."

"Huh?"

Ohma glanced at his right hand. Three fingers were twisted at unnatural angles—broken cleanly. He was still in considerable pain.

After a moment of hesitation, he held it out.

Rinji pulled out a ring from his pocket and slipped it onto his index finger, then gently touched Ohma's injured hand.

Zzzzt—

Crack.

A faint electrical current and the sound of bone snapping back into place followed. Ohma winced from the sharp pain but quickly realized his fingers had been fully restored. Even the broken bones in his arm were healed.

He flexed his right hand, staring curiously at Rinji.

"How did you do that?"

"Secret remedy from home," Rinji replied nonchalantly. "I bet money on you—don't lose on me."

"Of course not," Ohma said with a confident grin. "I never lose."

"Good."

Rinji glanced past Ohma.

"You come get patched up too."

"Hmm?"

Ohma turned around to see that Sekibayashi Jun—the man he had choked unconscious earlier—was somehow already standing up, looking completely fine.

'He recovered that quickly?'

"Oh, that would be great."

Sekibayashi extended his hand, and Rinji healed his broken fingers in seconds using the same method.

"Thanks, kid. You're one hell of a doctor."

"I wouldn't call myself a doctor," Rinji chuckled, then suddenly asked, "By the way, how'd you build up all that muscle?"

"Oh? Jealous of my body, are you?"

Sekibayashi laughed heartily. "This physique came from relentless training. If you're interested, come join Super Japan Pro Wrestling."

"Maybe later. I just renewed my gym membership."

Kashino Gen walked over and bowed deeply to Rinji.

"Thank you, sir, for treating Sekibayashi."

"No problem."

"May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Takamine. Just call me Takamine Rinji."

"Very well, Mr. Takamine. May I ask about your relationship with Chairman Katahara…?"

"Oh, we just have a bit of a business arrangement," Rinji said with a smile. "He mentioned that 'Kengan Annilihation Tournament' earlier."

"I see."

As the two chatted, Sekibayashi approached Oma again.

"That was a great fight. I lost fair and square."

"Yeah, you weren't bad either."

Just minutes ago, the two had been fighting for their lives. Now they were chatting like old friends.

Sekibayashi nodded toward Rinji. "That doctor your friend?"

"More or less. But don't underestimate him," Ohma said, smiling. "Back when I fought him, I lasted less than a minute."

"What!?"

Sekibayashi eyed Rinji, still chatting with Kashino. With that slim build, he didn't look strong at all.

"So that's what they mean by appearances can be deceiving, huh?"

Ohma clenched his fist slightly, a sharp glint in his eye and a smirk curling his lips.

"But someday… I'm going to beat him."

After the Kengan match yesterday, Rinji walked away with billions of yen and a stack of business cards from major corporate figures, all inviting him out for a meal.

Anyone connected to Katagara was worth courting.

But Rinji wasn't interested. Early the next morning, he brought a brand-new suit to Shirogane Miyuki's home.

"This job's a bit different from your usual gigs. Dress more presentably."

"Sure… but isn't this a bit too presentable?"

Shirogane took off his school uniform and changed into the expensive suit Rinji had bought.

Even without the price tag, he could tell this was a high-end suit—just looking at it made his wallet cry.

Rinji stood in front of him and helped him tie the necktie.

"This time you're there to learn. Don't forget it's a form of social experience, even while earning money."

"Of course. Part-time jobs are part of social education too," Shirogane replied.

Still, he didn't get why a job required such a fancy suit. Was it sales?

"Alright, done."

Rinji adjusted the tie, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled.

"Looks good. Very professional. It's about time—off to work you go."

"Wait, you haven't told me where I'm working yet…"

"You'll see when you step outside."

"Huh?"

Shirogane opened the door—and saw a long, black limousine parked outside the apartment, with black-suited bodyguards waiting by the car.

Shirogane: "…"

He suddenly had a feeling that this job was nothing like he had imagined.

"Takamine… that… that's…"

Shirogane pointed a trembling finger at the obvious big-shot luxury car.

"That's your company ride, to take you to work," Rinji said calmly.