One of the ’12 guards’, which is the most honorable place for those who follow Ivan, the god of destruction.

Captain Boris Makarov thought as he looked down at the Asian standing in front of him.

‘Unexpected.’

It was surprising that in the island country of the Far East, such a strong force still remained.

Although it is impossible to guess his age from the outside, the body of the man in front of him, who had been training his body for decades, was excellent in perfection.

If it hadn’t been for this kind of place, I would have had a serious conversation while sipping a glass of vodka.

But now they are ‘enemy’ to each other.

It seemed that he had been hired as a escort for one day by a young lady who had run away from the hotel, but from the perspective of his subordinates, it didn’t matter at all.

‘Don’t be serious about it.’

When Boris, with his feet shoulder-width apart, extended his arms forward and lowered his trunk, naturally the trapezius and lats soared upward.

Its appearance was as if a huge tank had its barrel pointed at the enemy.

Boris, a heavy tank equipped with an offensive stance unique to the Russian martial art of sambo, was wary of Asians who were still standing in nature even though he was ready to attack.

In essence, a fight between masters can be concluded with just a moment’s inattention.

In a street fight where there are no rules, it was even more so because attacks on vital points were allowed.

‘Is it fake? Why don’t you move?’

A fight usually starts only when someone attacks first.

However, no matter how much he waited, the opponent didn’t show any movement, so Boris eventually decided to take the lead first.

“Ugh!”

At the same time as a strong spur to the ground, a shoulder tackle with a huge size like a bear.

Until now, most of those who thought Boris would be slow due to his size did not even respond, and was hit by his body like a heavy tank and allowed a takedown.

Just before they collide, the Asian man, who had not moved until he reached a short distance, pulled out his hand that had been stuck in his pocket.

Kwaang–!!

At some point, an Asian fist locked into Boris’s face.

As a result, the neck that was facing only the front is broken.

‘what!’

The eyes couldn’t follow.

No, it was faster than that.

Attack speed like a flash of light!

Boris had heard of a technique similar to this before.

‘Geohap 居合!’

I heard that Japanese samurai sharpen their skills to counterattack by pulling out the sword stuck in the sheath in an instant in order to fight the enemy’s surprise.

The man in front of him reproduced it with his trouser pockets and his bare fists!

‘But not yet!’

He was taken away by accident, but his stamina was not so weak that he was knocked down with just one hit.

For former Captain Boris Makarov, who successfully led various special warfare and infiltration missions, including the war in Afghanistan, suffering was proof of life.

“Woo!”

Squeezing out a shriek from the depths of the lungs, it forcibly grabs the body that is about to fly backwards by inertia!

Boris barely touched the ground and succeeded in hanging his arms around the man’s log-like body and legs.

‘If you just knock it down like this!’

thud.

‘What–‘

It was as if he was facing a rock the size of a house.

Although he was pushing with all his might, the Asian in front of him did not move even a single step.

‘Where the hell is this power?’

Weight class plays a big role in fighting.

In the case of Boris, he traveled around the world with General Ivan, but rarely met an opponent of a similar weight class.

However, the Asian man standing in front of him had an incredible amount of muscle strength.

It’s like there’s really no difference in weight like this!

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Meanwhile, the opponent grabbed Boris’ belt.

A tense confrontation between the two.

As he entered a full-fledged power struggle, a tendon protruded from Boris’s temple.

“Woo!

Since this is the case, if it can’t be done with strength, we will fight with technology!

“Wow!”

bang!!

By momentarily moving the center of gravity on the front back, breaking the opponent’s posture, he put his leg on the jangdanji and succeeded in a takedown in an instant.

The Asian broke his poker face for the first time as his back slammed against the asphalt floor, but there was no time for rejoicing.

Immediately after the takedown, Boris connects his skills like water flowing through the submission, the flower of sambo.

Grasp one arm of the other person, fix the body with the other two legs, and pull with both arms as hard as you can!

‘uh?’

However, the sudden feeling of floating around her body made Boris widen her eyes without realizing it.

The black-haired Asian, who he thought had completely subdued him, lifted Boris, who boasted a whopping 150 kg of weight, with one hand with only pure physical strength!

‘Nonsense!’

He hurriedly released the armbar and tried to escape, but his body, which had already been accelerated by the opponent, did not listen to him.

The gigantic body turns over.

The cold asphalt floor slowly approaching.

Boris, who had foreseen his soon-to-be-coming future as he was pierced from the head to the ground, quietly closed his eyes.

‘sorry. Tsar.’

aah

***

After I managed to defeat the captain of the kidnappers who rushed at me, I coughed dry belatedly.

‘I thought I was going to get f*cked.’

I tend to try to use the right language and fine language, but today I had no choice but to do it.

Because it was literally almost f*cked up.

‘I was definitely trying to get an armba in the end.’

Just imagining the pain that would have come when the technology was properly applied made my spine shiver.

After realizing that I was in the same school as the main character, Ryuji Sakamoto, I started training in earnest.

A fight that started suddenly without a common name because they couldn’t communicate with each other.

The man waited for me to move and tried to tackle it first to see if he could stand it any longer.

Fortunately, I didn’t fall because I had learned how to defend against single-leg tackles before, so I did not fall, but the man immediately broke my posture by hanging my legs, and without hesitation, I fell to the asphalt floor.

To be honest, it was the first time in the past three years that I had been so sick.

So, it seems that the color of the eyes has returned more.

In the end, because I was afraid of getting cancer, I almost killed myself, lifted the man with one arm and hung it on the ground.

“Whew… Whoops… Whoops… Whoops…”

As I stood on the street where no one was standing anymore and was holding my breath, Sasha, who had gone into the payphone box and had been arguing to the end, carefully opened the door and came out.

And then he mumbled in a bewildered voice.

“…Did you defeat Boris?”

“Boris? Is this man’s name Boris?”

“Huh? Uh huh. He’s a very famous person in the Russian back world.”

I asked her as I brushed off the dusty hooded jumper.

“I think this guy was the captain of the kidnappers, so you’re not being chased now?”

Then Sasha answered with a strange expression.

“Maybe… maybe?”

“Then I’m glad.”

It’s worth the blood sweat and hard work, though.

“You seem to bleed more than that, are you okay?”

“Oh, this is not my blood.”

As I said that and glanced around at the other Russians scattered around, Sasha came to a belated realization and said, “Oh.” and exclaimed.

Still, in Akihabara, where there are many people wandering around Golden Week, there was such a commotion in broad daylight.

To be honest, it wasn’t strange that the video was filmed and I was wandering around the internet.

This… Should I believe in the gentleness of the cartoon world?

“Let’s move a little bit. It caught a lot of people’s attention.”

As I said that while putting on the hooded jumper cap, Sasha nodded and pushed the baseball cap deep.

People who were already watching the fight from afar were slowly approaching us, so we decided to run away before it was too late.

***

Drrrrrrrrr!

“Um. It’s me.”

[Tsar, Captain Boris has been hit.]

“…Boris? There must be no fighters in Japan who can defeat him.”

[He is an Asian male who is about 190cm tall. The head is black, with bruised, beastly hair.]

“Is it that guy?”

[Tsar, do you have any guesses?]

“If you are a Japanese person who falls under the impression that you mentioned, there is one guy that comes to mind. The guy who suddenly disappeared 10 years ago.”

[Are you talking about Black Yacha?]

“Yeah. If it was Kotaro Fuuma, it wouldn’t be strange if he defeated Boris. He’s one of the Seven Swordsmen like me.”

[If the man she hired is really Kotaro Fuma, we alone cannot retake her!]

“I know. So I’ll go myself.”

[Yes? The Tsar must have killed the remnants of Shichieizan hiding in Hokkaido… ]

“If that’s the case, it’s just over.”

BooM!!

[…] Okay. If so, I’ll send the private plane there right now.]

“Ah, please. I’ll be playing hide-and-seek with these cockroaches in the meantime.”

[Good luck.]

Kwajik!

After communication with Nikolai, one of the bodyguards dispatched to Tokyo, was cut off, the muscular man who crushed the radio he was holding with only his hand gripped a cruel smile against the backdrop of a burning factory.

“I can enjoy it after a long time.”

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