Fourth Match: Haruto Minami (Midoriyama) vs Kaito Sugawara (Tokai)
Haruto Minami — Midoriyama's silent killer.
Short brown hair, calm green eyes. His fists were wrapped in blood-stained cloths.
He specialized in counter-attacks and pressure points.
Kaito Sugawara — Tokai's mad dog fighter.
Wild blond hair, crazed grin, scars across his knuckles.
His style: Relentless brawling. No mercy.
Bell rings!!
Kaito dashed instantly — no stance — pure instinct.
Wild punch!
Hook!
Knee!
Haruto didn't move.
He watched.
Calculated.
The moment Kaito's fist reached his face — Haruto stepped a centimeter to the left — grabbing Kaito's wrist — and twisted.
CRACKKK!!
Kaito's elbow bent wrong.
"AGHHHH!!!"
But Kaito — insane — just grinned wider.
Using his broken arm like a whip, he spun —
Slammed his head into Haruto's forehead.
CRACK!
Both men stumbled.
Blood ran down Haruto's face.
"COME ONNN!! FIGHT ME!!!" Kaito roared, spitting blood.
Haruto wiped the blood from his mouth, still dead silent.
Kaito charged again — knees raised — fists swinging — elbows flying like blades.
Haruto blocked — dodged — absorbed — and countered!
Palm strike to the temple!
Chop to the throat!
Heel stomp to Kaito's instep!
THWACK-THWACK-CRUNCH!!
Kaito coughed — stumbled — but kept laughing.
"YOU CAN'T KILL ME!"
He grabbed Haruto's hair — dragged him down — knee to the face!!
BOOOM!!!
Haruto's nose broke — blood spraying.
Haruto still didn't flinch.
Through blurry eyes — he moved like a ghost.
He twisted Kaito's broken wrist again —
SNNNAPPP!!
Even louder crack.
Finally — Kaito's grin faltered.
"Ngghhh—!!"
Haruto didn't stop.
He slammed his forehead into Kaito's nose —
once —
twice —
three times —
until Kaito's face was a bloody pulp.
The arena shook under the violence.
The audience was dead silent —
the brutality had silenced them.
Kaito — barely conscious — threw one last desperate punch —
Haruto caught it.
Twisted.
AND DROVE HIS PALM INTO KAITO'S CHEST —
Right over the heart.
BOOOMMM!!!
Kaito's entire body convulsed.
His knees gave out.
He collapsed — twitching.
Referee screamed: "STOP! WINNER: HARUTO MINAMI!!!"
Midoriyama: 4 Wins – 0 Losses.
Midoriyama students screamed themselves hoarse.
Haruto walked back to the bench.
Blood dripping down his face.
Calm, empty eyes.
Not a word spoken.
He had won.
But the whole arena felt like he had murdered someone.
Fifth Match: Rin Shirasawa (Midoriyama) vs Shoji Naruse (Tokai)
Rin Shirasawa — Midoriyama's fastest fighter.
Short silver hair, icy blue eyes. Light on her feet like a dancer.
Specialty: Speed, redirection, "one-strike kill" counters.
Shoji Naruse — Tokai's trap master.
Sharp-eyed. Wore tape on his fingers for grip.
Specialty: Feints, dirty tricks, precision strikes.
Bell rings!!
BAM!!!
Instantly — Rin disappeared.
SSTTT!!
She vanished from the spot.
Shoji's eyes widened — too fast!
Rin slid behind him —
Low kick to the ankle!!
CRACK!
Shoji staggered —
Rin spun around —
Elbow strike to his jaw!
BAM!!
Shoji tumbled back — blood spraying — but he smirked.
"Predictable."
He threw a fake punch — but Rin didn't fall for it.
She ducked —
Slid sideways —
Palm thrust to his ribs!
THUMP!
Shoji grunted — but grabbed her wrist mid-move.
TRAP!!
Suddenly Shoji spun — twisted Rin's arm — trying to dislocate it.
SNNNAPPP—
BUT RIN MOVED FIRST.
She dropped her weight.
Rolled over her shoulder
BROKE free in mid-air!
Landed perfectly.
The crowd ROARED — the speed was insane!
Shoji snarled — rushed forward again — but this time Rin countered with deadly precision:
Side-step.
Grabbed his sleeve.
Threw him over her hip!!
BOOOMM!!
Shoji slammed into the mat hard enough to BOUNCE.
He tried to recover — but Rin was already on him
Knee to the stomach!
Elbow to the throat!
Chop to the side of the head!
CRACK-THUMP-WHAM!!!
Shoji's body twitched.
He forced himself up.
Desperation.
He pulled a hidden blade from his belt tiny, illegal.
The crowd gasped.
Rin's eyes narrowed.
Shoji lunged — blade flashing at her throat
BUT RIN PIVOTED LIKE WIND.
Her heel drove into his wrist —
SNAPPPPPPPP!!!!
The blade flew into the air.
Instant follow-up: spinning back kick directly to Shoji's temple.
BOOOMM!!!
His body hit the ground — unconscious before he landed.
Referee: "STOP! WINNER — RIN SHIRASAWA!!"
Midoriyama: 5 Wins – 0 Losses.
Rin stood there, breathing lightly, blood splattered across her cheek.
She bowed calmly.
The entire audience was stunned.
The announcer yelled:
"Midoriyama High School is UNSTOPPABLE today!!!"
The tunnel gates slammed open.
Horizon Academy entered the arena — not five fighters — but eight warriors.
The air shifted immediately.
The audience stood frozen.
Leading them:
Sol Yoshida — short silver-white hair, sharp golden eyes, aura of a king.
The one whispered to be "the future strongest."
Beside him
Ryker Tensai — dark-haired, cold yet burning eyes.
Unknown to most now, but destiny's hand hovered over him.
Behind them:
Shin Kazuto — calm, unreadable genius.
Kenta (King) — powerful, determined, standing tall.
Izumi Nakamura — light-footed, sharp-minded, smile hiding hidden strength.
The announcer screamed:
"HORIZON ACADEMY — THE UNDEFEATED YOUTH ELITE — HAS ARRIVED!!!"
Everyone watching knew:
This was not a normal team.
This was a rising storm.
Tenshima Academy Entrance
From the opposite side —
Tenshima Academy marched in.
Reiji Kurosawa — captain, fists like iron.
Hajime Ito — strategic fighter.
Naoya Takagi — brutal kicker.
Daichi Mori — grappler.
Shogo Kaminari — explosive brawler.
Five top fighters — ready to die to win.
Referee Announced:
"First match: Choose your fighters!"
Horizon Academy and Tenshima Academy stared each other down.
Sol stood silent.
Ryker's eyes glinted.
Reiji cracked his knuckles.
The bell hadn't even rung yet—
and the tension was already like a battlefield.
First Match (about to start):
Kenta (King) vs Hajime Ito
(Sol, Ryker, and the rest watching silently...for now.)
First Match: Kenta (King) vs Hajime Ito
Bell rings!!
Hajime sprinted forward — low stance — smart.
He knew Kenta was physically stronger, so he aimed to out-speed and out-think him.
Fakes — jabs — low kicks — fast!
But Kenta didn't move.
He stood there, fists relaxed at his side, eyes steady.
Hajime attacked —
Low kick to the thigh!
Hook to the ribs!
Uppercut to the chin!
FAST.
But —
BAMM!!
Kenta blocked everything with his forearms, barely flinching.
Like a stone wall.
The audience felt the shock — this wasn't human toughness — this was something else.
Hajime clicked his tongue — backed off — circled.
Then he feinted low — and snapped a kick toward Kenta's temple!
Deadly fast!
Kenta finally moved.
He caught the kick.
Squeezed.
Hajime's face twisted in pain — Kenta lifted him clean off the ground — and slammed him into the mat like a sack of rocks!!!
BOOOOOOM!!!
The entire arena shook.
"UGHAAHH—!!"
Hajime coughed blood.
But he wasn't done
He rolled, sprinted up, pulled a hidden knife from his belt — illegal move.
The crowd gasped.
The referee shouted — but Hajime was already lunging toward Kenta with the blade!!
Kenta's eyes narrowed.
CRACK!!
A single brutal punch
directly into Hajime's wrist.
SNAPPPP!!!
The knife clattered to the floor — Hajime screamed — his wrist broken.
Before he could recover
Kenta's other hand came down in a savage hammer fist straight to Hajime's shoulder.
CRACK!!
Dislocation.
Hajime stumbled — his right side ruined.
Still he tried to fight — a wild, desperate left hook — pure survival.
But Kenta ducked under it, grabbed Hajime's waist — and powerbombed him straight into the ground!!!
BOOOOMMMMMM!!!!
The entire arena exploded with sound.
Dust and sweat filled the air.
Hajime didn't get up.
Not even a twitch.
The referee rushed forward, waving his arms wildly.
"STOP! STOP!! WINNER — KENTA (KING)!!!"
Next Match (setup)
"Second Match..."
"Tenshima Academy, choose your fighter!"
"Horizon Academy, choose your next!!"
The camera panned slowly over Horizon's bench —
Where Ryker slowly stood up, stretching his neck, a cold smile crossing his face.
The stadium went silent.
Even Tenshima's captain — Reiji — frowned.
They knew...
"If Ryker Tensai is stepping in next..."
"It's going to be a massacre."