Chapter 17

He snapped up and out of bed.

Tempest was wide-awake now, but still, he doesn't quite remember passing out. Settling his nerves he stretched himself out and felt oddly refresh, now that the nap was over, he needed something to eat. However, he wasn't about to go out to the cafeteria wearing only his mawashi. To his left, he saw a rather nice robe, in fact he has seen one of these… Oni wore them back at the stables. A yukata, it's a sumo's kimono. "Where…" he thought.

Until he noticed the note.

'Next thing I made for you, Athena.'

He smiled, Athena is really getting into the clothing design of things. He proudly wore it, it was soft and yet very light and durable by the looks of it. Admiration of the cloth would have to wait, his stomach was roaring and demanded a feast!

Tempest made his way to the cafeteria and took a seat, the drone instantly approach and scanned him. "Tempest Brawler, update…." It paused, it's never updated before. "Due to training regiment, new diet is being suggested. Implement?" it asked.

He was taken aback by it as the drone printed off a menu. Apparently someone had gone through the trouble of making him a new diet plan. Yet the food on it appeared to be delicious. "Please, and if I may have that as soon as possible as well."

The drone complied and rushed off. He looked over the menu once more, the one thing he noticed missing was the chanko-nabe. He made that at the stables all the time when he was there, a hearty stew that is to feed everyone. He wonders why it wasn't on the list.

Then again he wondered despite making so much food, how come there was so little left over for him when he was at the stables.

He snapped out of it when he saw his meal arrived, all hearty meals to say the least, but little beef by the looks of it. He wasted little time in eating; there was flavor and taste to it all. The stew he made was good but nothing compared to the food he has now! As Tempest ate, he found people stopping and staring at him oddly. He paused for a moment as they went on with their meals. Yet something made Tempest pause again as he felt piercing eyes came over his shoulders.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

He cringed to the voice as he turned and glared at Amai Mask. He appeared disgusted by the robe and approach with a rather repugnant look on his face, yet before he could even approach. Tempest stood up and glared down Amai himself. "WHY WOULD YOU EVEN CARE!" he demanded. The whole room came to a pause as Tempest stood his ground. "Why would you give a single damn to what I wear, what I do or how I act? This is MY LIFE, you are not part of it!"

The whole room froze, Amai himself didn't even flinch or even appear surprised. "You are only alive because I permit it."

Tempest smirk. "Really…" he dared to lean in. "Prove it."

His challenging tone wasn't taken lightly. Amai slowly took off his sunglasses and then removed his suit jacket. Tempest could feel it, he was going to make a move.

Amai suddenly vanished. Despite his speed, Tempest was aware of it and used his training to listen and track his movements. 'Left' he thought, moving in the nick of time, Tempest dodged the strike that now made a dent in the floor, yet, in that dodge, Amai came from the side, hard and fast. His arms went up in the nick of time to block a kick that would have shattered ribs of a monster. Strange thing was, Tempest noticed his arms were not getting veins like Amai's. He wasn't using the strength of the man before him… but his own!

Sweet Mask began to go fast, the heroes of the room were brought to the wall as the two began to fight. Tempest wasn't even trying to strike back against Amai Mask, he merely blocked his assaults with ease and remained on his feet. In fact, he took it as a training session. Making an invisible sumo ring in his mind and keeping within the boundaries without hitting the ground.

Clash!

Clash!

CLASH

The strikes were coming harder and faster now, he saw the look of frustration on Amai Mask as he continued to try and beat him down, make him cringe or do anything of the sort. Then, he suddenly pulled away. Amai was breathless, Tempest was too as he merely blocked the strikes. His arms covered in scuff marks and bruises but he didn't bleed. "What… on earth have you become?" Amai demanded between breaths of air.

Tempest smirk. "I'm going to be a Rikishi!" he snapped back. He even went one farther, taking a stance as he has seen in the sumo rings. "I am training to become a Yokozuna! I am going to become a sumo wrestler!"

Instant confusion came over the face of Amai Mask. "You're going to become a WHAT!"

"Yokozuna… top of the sumo wrestling world, a champion of sorts…" Tempest turned as his father came into the room. "By the looks of it, he's ready, we just have to tone down his strength so he doesn't kill anyone." He paused as he turned to him with a smile. "Told you, you had to find your own power… looks like ya did!"

Amai shook his head to it all. "He is NOT to become a sumo wrestler! I will not be embarrassed by a spectacle such as him!"

"Why would you be so embarrassed?" questioned Stinger. "Is he your kid or something?"

Amai froze, he turned to the heroes in the room as all of them began to stare at him with the same question in their minds. Tempest smirked, Amai won't admit to anything. "No," he growled. "I don't like knockoffs, that's all I will say about it…"

"Leave while you still have some dignity."

He did just that. Tempest stood once more yet looked to his robe, it had been tattered and torn in the fight. "Shit… Athena made this for me!"

"I am certain she will understand what happened. For now, finish your meal, we're going to call it a day until we have a way of gauge your strength properly." His father's hand came on his shoulder. "You did amazingly well!"

His chest swelled with pride, Tempest earned his father's praise!

As the room settled once more, the other heroes came by and told Tempest how amazing he was. "You kept calm throughout the whole ordeal and didn't even land a strike, but you took them head on, amazing!" said Forte.

He thanked them for the comments but went on to eat. Yet before he could, pain began to shoot through his arms. "Ow… Ow… that hurts…" he paused as it began to throb.

His father was concerned as he felt about both his arms. He cringed when he pressed down too hard. "I think it's fractured, both of them…"

"What… NO!" he protested.

"Calm down, it may be nothing, let's get you seen to."

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He was taken right into the lab. Genus was at his table when he saw Tempest in rough shape. "What on earth happened?"

"Amai decided to give him a beating. He held his own, and not once did I see a vein emurge from his skin. Tempest has been building up his own strength!" Garou explained, but then sighed. "However, Amai's strikes were hard… I think he fractured Tempest's arms."

Genus instantly pulled away from his station. He took him to a small device Alley had made for heroes in case they were injured from a monster hunt. It took Genus mere moments to make and Xray. Yet as he looked at it, he gave a sigh and nodded. "When you are right, you're right Garou," he stated.

"What?! NO!" Tempest protested. "I can't have broken arms now! I just started my serious training!"

"Be calm child, this is nothing to be concerned about. If anything, you are more than likely to heal by tomorrow if given proper rest. So no more training today!" Genus insisted. "Look…" he did another x-ray and then placed them side by side. "Do you see this… before your fracture when to here… now it's already healing since the break isn't as long as before. Twenty four hours and you should be good as new." He explained.

Tempest sighed with relief, Garou on the other hand wanted to find Amai and beat the shit out of him for his latest actions. However, if Melee catches wind of it ahead of time… at least he hopes he will be able to watch her beat the shit out of Amai.

"Dad…"

Garou snapped out of the moment of thought. "Sorry, you were saying."

Tempest smirked. "Thanks for not interfering… at least I know now… I don't have to be scared of Amai anymore, I can hold my own against him"

"Wait a while longer and you can kick his ass." Garou said with a grin on his face. "That's even better, but for now, let's get you taped up. Come here, I got experience with this." He found the tape and began to wrap up Tempest's arms. He saw the impressed look on his face as he finished one arm rather quickly, and the other was done up fast as well. He couldn't quite bend his arms, but that's the point. "This is going to be uncomfortable for you for a little while, but it's just for the day." Garou insisted.

"Thanks dad…"

"You better go back to the cafeteria and get a good meal in you. Take your time since we are done for the day… I think I got to find Suiryu and make sure he's okay with what he just learned…"

"He found out? Who won the bet?"

Garou sneered. "Snek, somehow he pegged it and even got the extra winnings declaring I was going to be the one to tell him. I laughed in his face when he made that bet… but he's laughing now… damn snake." He muttered.

Tempest snickered. "I think I will go and get something to eat now, thank you father… thank you Genus for taking care of me." He said with a gracious bow.

When Tempest left, Genus appeared amazed. "106 is defiantly going to want him."

"No shit," muttered Garou. "Question is, why hasn't he made a move yet?"

"You weren't told?"

Garou turned to Genus who explained that there was a task force out destroying the labs. "I have given the details to Bun-Bun Bomb on various locations of my old labs and some where I think could be. She's been going in and raiding the labs, now, apparently your brothers in law have joined her."

He was taken aback by the news. "Street and Knuckle are raiding these things for us?" he asked.

"Indeed, from what I understand, it has forced 106 to go offline in a sense. I have little doubt he is forcing his plan forward, however is being very cautious with it. Just keep an eye on Tempest and Titan, for both have the perfect blend of genetics between mother and father."

"I'll keep that in mind,"