Cardfight!! Vanguard: Bujin

-Part 2

One fighter down.

This was Izanagi's decisive round.

If they lost here, they'd go home without ever crossing paths with Naomitsu.

It was a decisive moment in the First Winter Tournament, where tensions were at an all time high.

So instead of that, let's look back on an old memory, one of nine years ago, set a year before a life-changing separation.

It was the memory of a high school boy, a senior at his school in Edogawa, with neck-length black hair and a far too thin figure for a growing boy his age, getting hit with a nasty right jab in some alleyway.

He hit the wall, brushed some blood off his lip, and smirked. His opponent was bigger and larger than him, but he smirked. He was surrounded by seven guys, all visibly tougher than him, but he still smirked.

"This pain is nothing like the pain of the commonwealth. You'll have to do better to take down a hardened upper class anti like me!"

He took off his school uniform jacket, threw it to the side, lunged at his opponent, and against all odds, sent him back with a right hook.

"Taste that, you conservative piece of shit! You japanese tories ain't shit compared to my liberal tango! Who's next, you glove-in-couch fuckers?!"

One of the guys to his right made a move, but he stepped on the jacket on the ground, an action that lead to the sound of cardboard and plastic being crumbled up together making its way into the years of the gang's opponent.

A loud scream ensued, and the guy that stepped on the jacket was knocked to the side by the sudden strength boost of the gang's scrawny victim.

Said scrawny victim crouched next to his jacket and grabbed the content of his chest pocket.

"M-my...N-n-not my..."

In his hands was an unopened, now smashed, box of Seven Star.

"YOU BASTARDS, THIS COSTED MY WHOLE MONTHLY ALLOWANCE! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO LAST ME A WEEK!"

Now fueled by anger, the scrawny guy turned to his opponents and prepared for the brawl of his life. He was prepared to die here if it meant avenging his beloved.

But that didn't happen.

What happened instead was that a bicycle carrying two people used him as a jumping pad to then hit the gang's leader.

The scrawny guy hit the floor, but so did the biggest guy around, so you win some lose some.

As for the bicycle and its riders, they did a smooth slide until they stopped.

The main rider was a blonde with red eyes, the one in the extra seat was someone with dark long hair and red-tinted shades.

"Oya? You already knocked one out, Kiri? I guess we didn't need to come then." The one with the red shades mused.

"Get on, Kiri! The dinosaur documentary begins in thirty!" The blonde exclaimed.

"Nozomi... Akimitsu..." Kiri growled as he raised his head. "Learn to... Get to places on time, dammit!"

Kiri hurried up with his jacket in hand, sprinted across the confused gang and half-assedly hopped on Akimitsu's lap.

"Get a move on, Nozomi!"

"Aye sir!"

Against all odds, and some laws of physics considering that poor bike was carrying three people now, Nozomi got the three of them out of that alley safely.