Chapter 5

Three days later.

"Now remember. Don't show off everything at once!" said Garou.

His sons rolled their eyes to him, he couldn't help but shake his head since they were just like him. Hunter and Pac practically mirrored each other now, same size, same height and everything. They even wore Garou's old martial arts outfit. Then again, it was the only clothing he really possessed in bulk! Thank goodness their personalities were different! "We'll be careful, we promise," they vowed.

They looked over the sheet they were given, the first thing they had to do was prove their strength to go into the elimination round. They were to go to Hall C and get tested from there. With that, the boys were off.

Garou watched them from a distance, but not without noticing the stared he was given by those going in. "At least he's not in it." One competitor muttered.

He only smirked. "No, but my sons are, that's even worst!"

Melee joined him shortly after, she had to grab some snacks for herself. Garou smirked as he walked her in and found a seat in the stands. They were able to sit remarkably close, despite some people not taking too kindly to them being there. "Monster free zone! What part of that don't you get!" one man yelled.

Garou turned and snapped his tail once at the man. "Sit down, shut up and enjoy the tournament!" He then turned and braced Melee oddly close to him, that instinct was returning. Wanting to keep her safe from the world…

Then it hit him.

"Uh… Melee… How hungry you become recently?"

She shrugged. "More than usual. Why?" But then it hit her. "Damn it…" she muttered under her breath. "You just had to be frisky didn't you!"

He smirked and brought her in closer to him, his wing wrapped around her. "We don't have to tell the kids just yet." He teased.

"But they will find out sooner than later. I wonder how Hunter's going to take it. He's not the baby of the family anymore!"

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Inside Hall C.

Pac and Hunter made their way to the inspection hall. They watched as other fighters were demonstrating their strength and skill before a panel of judges, those who moved on got a new golden number, those that didn't were asked to leave immediately. "Must have been quite a turnout." Muttered Hunter.

"So much so they are eliminating people before the contest even starts." Said Pac.

They waited outside in a line with other competitors. There were many already eyeing them as if there were targets on their backs. "I don't care what people say about you two. Sons of Garou or not, you don't scare me!" said one man.

"Don't worry, that will come soon enough," Hunter said with a sinister grin on his face.

"They're just messing with us! They can't know anything good. Garou is a combat and martial art genius! His sons can't possibly learn that!"

"Keep thinking that, it will make it a lot easier to step in the ring with us." Said Pac.

"Oh yeah, prove it! Right here and now! Face me!"

"We are not going to fall for that, rules dictate that any fight outside of the ring will result in the disqualification of BOTH combatants. We will not fight until we get into the ring." Said Pac. "Garou Jr. Hunter, next please!" The brothers smiled, Hunter gave a mock solute to the others before entering the room.

The two stood before a panel of five judges. At first none of them looked up, but when they did, their mouths dropped. Their faces turned white as snow and their words were jumbled. Pac and Hunter stood with their hands behind their backs, standing respectively before the panel. "What would you like us to prove?" asked Hunter.

"Uh… right… uh…"

"How about this."

Hunter approached a wall, he and merely used his pinky finger before pressing into it.

The wall cracked!

The panel remained silent as Pac offered to demonstrate his strength too, yet Hunter warned. "I learned a lot from my brother on martial arts, so… yeah you may not need to see what he can do either."

It was an instant pass. They walked out with golden numbers and made their way towards the arena. They stood among hundreds of other fighters. "Damn, if this is one on one we are going to be here all day!" said Pac.

"What does your number say?"

"1, yours?"

"2"

When the contestants were sorted, they announced the rules. "We are splitting you up into two groups, those with the number one please go to the right side of the wall, number 2s on the left side. We are going to do a battle royal style of elimination due to the high turn out. We are breaking you up into groups with 20 combatants in each one. The last man or woman standing in their respective groups will move on to the final round, from there they will face off and the last two standing will move on to the city wide elimination contest!"

"Cool." The brothers said.

They waited their turn in the line, Pac got to go first as he was finally in the next round of fighters. He made his way up into the arena where it was a full house! He saw his parents dead center of it all, since no one would sit next to them! He gave them a wave as he stepped into the fighting square. Every set of eyes stared at him. No doubt he was going to be their target of choice. Twenty on one wasn't quite fair in his books.

They needed at least another thirty people to make it interesting!

Pac stood at the ready. He took his stance as; a serious look came over his face as the referee called for the contestants to be ready. Victory is achieved through either knock out or their opponent is blasted out of the ring. "Ready! GO!"

Pac jumped high into the air, he twisted and turned until he poised himself to strike the ground with the back of his heel. With one blow, the ground rippled, catching the other opponents off guard and launching them into the air! The after shock sent them flying out of the ring, leaving him the only one left standing. Pac stood and watched as his opponents flew and dropped out of the ring. He was rather disappointed. "Damn, I thought someone would have seen that coming." He muttered. With a scratch of his ear he was declared the winner. The crowd didn't like the call, yet his parents were cheering him on all the way!

"THAT'S MY BOY!"

"DAD!" he protested.