Revealing

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Nakao finished wrapping his hands in bandages before kissing Etsuko and hugging his dad.

Etsuko held Toshio's hand, knowing he was petrified.

"Will he be okay?" Toshio said, trembling.

"Yes. He is the leader for a reason, Toshio-san. He is definitely your son..."

Nakao hopped up and over the lifted ring.

"初戦、金城中尾と四方蓮示! 50万円、1回戦!(First match, Nakao Kaneshiro and Yomo Hashita! 500,000 yen, first round!)" The announcer screamed to the crowd. Everyone hollered and cheered.

"Ichi (1)"

Nakao started circling the man, it reminded Toshio of Akimi with his blades.

"Ni (2)"

Nakao smirked at his opponent who growled and screamed at him. Yomo was twice his size.

"喧嘩!(Fight!)"

The man swung at Nakao straight forward. The white haired boy started laughing. Toshio felt shivers down his spine watching his son dodge and laugh at his opponent in amusement. This was exactly what he used to do. This was his signature. He was surprised no one recognized Nakao as his son yet.

"LOOK, THE SIGNATURE OF THE LION! Look! The 'stalk' has begun!" The crowd screamed.

---Toshio Flashback---
Age:13

"Look! Look guys! Its the signature move! It's the Tiger!!!" The crowd screamed.

The 'Little Tiger' was going his signature move called 'prowling'.

He ducked and dodged a series of otherwise fatal punches, laughing hysterically. His vision was starting to leave him again and he could feel his broken ribs from last night's fight stabbing into him. His brain bled with exhaustion and Terror. He broke.

Toshio started to smile and stare wide eyed into the eyes of his opponent. His opponent shuddered a little bit. He had never seen someone look so insane. So...psychotic. He could practically see swirling red bloodlust in his sky blue and bloodshot eyes. The boy's expression changed and he leapt across the ring, punching the man in the stomach three times before roadhouse kicking him to the ground and strangling him to death. He eyes wide with a blank expression the entire time, watching the man die under his grip.

Toshio's vision came back. His opponent was dead and he once again couldn't remember how it happened, only that his knuckles had new wounds and he was un excruciating pain. An odd satisfaction filled his chest as he stared into his dead opponent's eyes. It confused him and he looked away quickly, scurrying to the edge of the ring.

A man grabbed him by his hair and picked him up out of the ring, dragging him to the wall in the corner and throwing him against the wall. He threw a bundle of yen at the boy and spit at his feet.

"地獄からの精神病の虎..。(Psychotic tiger from hell...)" The man mumbled, walking away.

---End of Flashback---

Nakao continued to duck and dodge, he stopping laughing and just stared amusingly at Yomo who was becoming more and more frustrated with every missed swing. Nakao pushing him in the stomach once, you could hear ribs crack.

Yomo started to fall over and kicked Nakao's legs out from under him, knocking him to the ground and pushing him in the face. Nakao took it and laughed even harder than before, his lip bled and he licked the blood off, smirking at Yomo and tracing his jawling with his fingers tenderly, trying to piss him off. 'That was something Akimi would do...' Toshio thought to himself.

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