Chapter 20
"Yeah… perfect!"
Garou was at the Heroes Association. He had just borrowed Alley's drones for a task that would be perfect in the main entrance.
A massive trophy case!
From there, he placed in the first trophy, Tempest's tournament was done and over with, he won and got a nifty piece of hardware to show for it and a photograph of the sumo federation council. However, his rank is still yet to be determined, he has cleared one bracket, now he moves up in the ranking system. One step closer to becoming Yokozuna.
Not only that, Garou has been saving the newspaper articles written about him. They have been framed and placed within the case. When he was satisfied, he stepped back and nodded his approval to it all. "Wow… that's some exhibition."
He turned and saw Knuckle noticing the display. "It's a little too big don't you think?"
"He's only won one tournament, and there are more to come!" Garou stated defiantly. "This thing is gonna get full in no time,"
"Nice, well, excuse me, I am going on my date!" He then noticed Knuckle was dressed… oddly. He wore a pair of rather nice dress pants, a dress shirt and jacket. His shoes were black and polished, as he appeared rather dapper. "Huh…" Garou muttered. "So… who's the lucky lady?"
She appeared behind him, dressed in an elegant green dress was Fubuki! "Ready?" she asked with a coy grin.
Knuckle smirked as he turned to Garou. "Don't wait up." And waved as he walked away with Fubuki around his arm.
"That asshole really has a death wish," Garou muttered.
He turned back to the case and admired it. "I wondered how many trophies I would have won if I played by the rules…" he thought to himself.
"Wow… when did this get built?!"
He smiled as he heard Melee marvel aloud to the new edition in the lobby. She peered in and smiled. "Oh, Tempest's trophy?"
"Yep, no room at home, I thought here would be nice." Garou explained. "I got a feeling he's gonna fill this up. He already got a nick name that appears to be sticking…"
"Oh?" she asked.
"The top writer for the sumo federation was there when he was at the special tournament, he's been watching Tempest ever since. Normally when he give a sumo a nick name, they are stuck with it for the rest of their career…"
Melee appeared worried. "Oh God, he didn't insult him did he!?" she demanded.
He smile grew. "I don't think he would be insulted being called the Blue Dragon."
She paused and appeared rather confused. "The Blue Dragon?" she asked.
"Because of his hair and at the moment his mawashi belt is a light blue. Normally he can't wear a color until he earns his rank, and before that it should be white as he enters the higher bracket. But it appears they are letting this slide just this once. It's quite distinguished on him,"
She nodded. "I… went to see Genus about…"
Instantly he turned to her. "Oh? And?" he asked.
"Everything's good so far…" she said but shied away oddly. "Garou… I am really nervous about this…"
"Me too," he said reluctantly. "When we have kids usually, we don't have to worry too much on raising them… They grew up so fast, but now… yeah… I'm terrified!" Garou confessed.
"Garou…"
"Look, I was never a good role model, not even to our own kids, yet somehow… somehow it worked out… I just don't want to mess this up…"
He paused as her hand reached for his, he felt her warmth as she smiled to him. "We won't. We will get through this as we always do… We will be a lot more careful with them… twin boys… heads up,"
He snickered. "After the incident with Alley, I don't mind the least bit. Luna is a handful as it is… God I pity the bastard that tries to make a move on her!"
"Before or after when Boros returns?"
He snickered. "Oh man… I would like to see that!" then paused. "Then again…"
She giggled. "Come on, let's go get some lunch. I'm hungry"
Garou nodded. "You go ahead, I'll go find something for me," he gave her a quick kiss before taking his leave. As Melee went to the cafeteria, he turned back to see her leave. However he paused.
Standing before the trophy case was Amai Mask…
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He admired it.
Such an achievement in a short time was one worthy of praise. Tempest is making his mark within the world of sumo wrestling, however he dreaded it. "He has no idea what will happen to him if he pushes himself…" Amai muttered.
"You ain't planning on doing something to Tempest's trophy case are you?"
Amai snapped out of his blank stare as he turned to see Garou lingering behind him. He sighed aloud. "I wouldn't dream of making such a public stunt here, besides… he earned this… nothing was given to him, why would I destroy it?"
Garou appeared to be taken aback by his tone. "What the hell are you up to?" he demanded. "You would be half way to pissed off by now to see Tempest or one of the six becoming so… noticeable in public."
Amai merely shrugged his shoulders, he turned to leave, but not before stopping before Garou. "Keep a close eye on them… I did try and warn you about this. They are monsters…"
"Melee told me everything," Garou said in a low growl.
Amai smirked. "Really?" he asked in a jokingly tone.
Garou returned the smirk as he leaned in and whispered. "You were a monster long before I became one."
His heart froze, Amai felt he couldn't breath as Garou pulled away, and yet he still smiled about it. "We are more than aware of them, and what could possibly come. You keep forgetting, we know how to raise them. How about you back off and not say anything for the time being. Got it?"
He could only bring himself to nod his head. When Garou walked away, Amai turned back to the trophy case. "They told them?" he asked himself. But it only made him wonder, how did Melee know the truth? He never told her anything, let alone revealed his true self to her before…
