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Rod Crystal started his caution stick when he was in his mid-teens. When I was still rushing out, Rod couldn't help but want to rave while he was greedy to hone his strength.

I had an innocent dream of being the strongest man in the world, putting myself in a dangerous place, and I couldn't help but want to rumble to test my power.

If the inhabitants of the back society had been bouncers of liquor bars entering and leaving, they would not have been incapable of violence. Running around in impatience, fun and helpless days.

And the tragedy that happened. I'm overconfident in my own power, I'm just obsessed with getting busted and leaving my main business alone, and I can't protect my employer's manager and let him die. He was a facial acquaintance since Rod was a little boy, an old man who adored Rod and Rod's biggest understander.

"Well... you have no choice. Sometimes this happens. I'm not telling you not to worry about it. I'm dead because of you, so don't worry about me."

The manager, shot in the chest and belly, was laughing in the arms of a trembling rod, spitting out blood.

"When I was younger, I failed more than you do now. I did bad things scattered, and I thought it was a way of dying that wasn't Rokuro, that I couldn't live long, but I could live long, and it's a way of dying that wasn't Rokuro. My death will surely feed you. I believe so. Uh... it was a good life"

The words of the old man at this time were engraved on Rod's soul.

Rod then developed remarkable growth and gained a human detached strength that stunned his surroundings.

It also grew hugely humanly. While seeking strength and struggle, the behavior turned into something stoic. I began to prioritize my work without doing anything that would expose me to darkness and rarely imitate selling fights from myself. Seeing that transformational gesture of Rod, the eyes of those who once knew our martial arts thugs also change.

The first time Rod suffered defeat, he was his half-sister. We grew up in separate houses, but lived not so far apart, and we've been friends for a little while since we were kids. My sister also dropped herself in the back society, making rough things a business, while gaining more power than Rod.

"Try popping out into the wider world a little bit more. You can't just watch out for the tavern, you won't see the strong guy inside. There are so many stronger people in the world."

That's what my sister Catherine recommended, and Rod becomes part of the Sea Chihuahua.

Rod is then made to grieve that he was a frog in the well. I feel smudged that I'm glad I did what my sister said.

I had many rounds with someone stronger than me. I fought, lost, and many times. Some opponents were sore, others were strong enough to win but not know if they could win again next time. It is a gift of good fortune that we are still alive after so many defeats.

There's a top up there. By feeling that way, Rod returns to his mind as a boy again. To myself with the dream of being the strongest man in the world...

The knee of the raised rod is laughing.

Strangely enough, the fear was gone already.

(You can't win... this. There is no difference between losing ten fights and losing ten)

Looking at the viper, Rod thought. I hate to admit it, but I have to admit it.

(Then you should quit fighting. If I keep fighting like this, they'll kill me. Yet I keep fighting. I don't care about running away)

I know I can't win, but I may die, but the fear that ruled Rod until earlier, is not now.

(I feel like I could grab something...)

Rod sets his fist as he speaks to himself.

I remember the old manager who let me die because of me.

Even now that he has become a constituent of Sea Chihuahua, Rod still works in that old man's shop. I do sea-chihuahua work and bouncer work and about half of it.

That tavern is like home to Rod. All the bad galas come and go, big stores. Hard rock sounds all year round and occasionally so does gunfire. There are a lot of prostitutes in and out, and in the box seats, the joking guests replacing the Love Hotel are noticed, and syringes and powder are scattered all over the place. Such a decadent place is a space to rest your heart if you make it a rod.

Rod is feeling like he wants to go home to that place very much right now. I ask myself, is that because the fate of death is imminent? Of course there is no answer. I'm not the one giving the answer.

Exhaust your breath and stop your feet from shaking.

(This guy's some kind of monster, too. How can you recover from that damage? With a struggle - with mental strength, I was forced to say my body)

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Seeing such a rod, Viper was impressed and a similar sentiment boiled down to respect.

"Are you the best in the world right now? Or is he still up there?

"Oh?"

To the words Rod has spoken, Viper gives a surprising voice.

"No... fine. Forget it."

Rod approaches the viper as he spills a ray of laughter and squeals.

Slightly in front of him entering control, Rod makes sure he jumps into Viper's pocket and packs his time at once.

Viper hit the counter kick, but Rod was reading.

Avoidance, which was quite remarkable. The rod, which was blushing his torso but managed to avoid it, fleshed to the viper and rolled out the upper.

Strong blow to the jaw, viper's body melts.

(This guy... suddenly sharp, fast, heavy. Evolve in the middle of a fight or something like that comic book...... you have one)

While the viper wraps his tongue around him, he stomps and maintains his posture to intercept a rod he can't chase.

Rod's hook roars. But at about the same time, the vipers also released hooks, and each other's fists captured each other's faces - or so they looked.

Rod's fist was on the verge of reaching Viper's face, and Viper's hook decided faster, and Rod's body collapsed sideways.

(I could see the answer to why I knew I would never win, but still go for it. I could give you an answer. If you put that into words, it's pure and tasteless...)

Fallen Rod is more aware of the beaten feeling that lingers in his fist than he is of the beaten feeling and smiles satisfactorily.

"I got a good shot."

Viper grins and squeals bitterly as he strokes his face.

One shot of the viper sinking the rod is irrespective. If Viper is serious about hitting him, his head is dusty. Even before that, he fought after suppressing his power into the realm of man so as not to completely destroy the human body.

"Would it have been boring if I tried that way?

Rod asks as he falls sideways.

"That's not true. Could it be Sne?

Viper denies it and inquires.

"I'm not a snake. He's a nice guy who doesn't look good on his face."

"I'm not happy. It's a word."

Spilling a bitter smile, the viper trims the dripping, messy hair in front and returns it to the all-back.

"Come on, why don't you use a gel or something?"

"I absolutely don't like that."

The dog owner calls out, and the viper throws up and throws up in an unpleasant voice. The dog owner wondered if it was also an unpleasant memory of any hair conditioning.

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