The Legendary F Rank Chapter 292
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Chapter 292: Secret.
Kira sighed as she knew that there was no way for Haru to have heard her over the sounds of the crowd behind them. She looked up at her husband on the stage before turning her head back to Haru, who was still looking at her.
'That was timed awfully. Ah well, I can just do this.' She thought while snapping her fingers and silently muttering a spell under her breath as not to let anyone know what had happened.
[Sound Containment.]
A thin green light surrounded both Kaira and Haru so they could talk in peace without being interrupted by outside noise.
Haru looked at her for a moment, but just as she was about to repeat herself, he jumped back into the conversation.
"Well, You seemed kind of snobby and stuck up when I first met you. So I never thought that I would eventually find you at a magic duelling match." Haru said, but as soon as he finished, Kaira laughed.
"You thought this was a duel? There's no duelling here. This is a deathmatch. You obviously weren't invited, or you would have known that, so how did you get inside?" She asked, knowing that she had caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to. She was still eager to prove that he wasn't good even though they had both long left school.
"Well, the door was wide open. I just came in to have a look around, but one of the employees told me to take a seat, so I thought that I might stick around and watch." Haru smiled, knowing that he wasn't aware of any rule saying that he couldn't enter.
"Your luck is pretty good, isn't it? Not many people would dare to enter the Izu Arena without an invitation. But since you were told to sit down by an employee, the responsibility will fall back on them, not you." Kaira chuckled.
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"Izu Arena? So that is what this place is called? But why would no one enter if there isn't any security to tell you that you can't?" Haru asked, confused as to what she meant as she seemed to put an emphasis on those words in particular.
"Well, Mr Izu, the man who owns this place, is well known for having his own private military that can rival the manpower of some of the smaller nations surrounding Japan. But he also has links to a criminal underworld. So no one in their right mind would dare to come here without an invitation.
But not to worry. I'm not going to tell anyone. So how about you talk to me for a bit while Kazuo wipes the floor with that Siberian?" She asked and then looked back up at the stage.
Haru's eyes followed hers, and he too looked up to see that the fight had commenced, and they were going at it.
"Aren't you worried? You said it was a deathmatch, but you don't doubt that he will lose. What are you going to do if he dies?" Haru asked.
"Kazuo dying in a deathmatch? Don't make me laugh. It would take a whole army to take him down. There is no one that could harm him in Tokyo. The only people who are capable of fighting against him on equal footing are stationed at military bases or in different countries." Kaira sounded sure of herself as she spoke.
But as Haru looked up at the stage, he noticed something with his spiritual sense. The Siberian man had more Qi running through his body than Kazuo did. Usually, it wouldn't be a cause for concern since they weren't cultivators, but as he looked at the man closer, he noticed what looked like a string attached to his body.
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The string went all the way through the barrier and up to a black box in the corner of the room. It looked to be a VIP box of some kind where the unique customers could sit. But to Haru, it looked like the strings used to control a puppet.
He expanded the range of his spiritual sense to see that there was a man in the box with his mana fluctuating. It seemed as though it was slowly being drained with each attack the Siberian man used against Kazuo.
'I see what's going on here. Well, It's not my place to intervene, and if the owner has his own army, then I had better not get involved.' Haru thought to himself before glancing back at Kaira. But as he was now using his spiritual sense, he noticed that there were two heartbeats coming from within her body.
There was hers that was beating at an average pace, but there seemed to be one coming from her stomach that was much weaker and irregular.
'She's pregnant?' Haru gasped upon realising that if he didn't do something. A child would be born without a father. He stretched out his index finger and turned to look back at the black box and then mimicked pulling the trigger of a gun while aiming his hand at the man being used as a mana supply.
A small wave of Qi shot from Haru's hand and hit the man in the head, causing him to fall unconscious instantly.
"What was that?" Kaira asked as she saw what he had just done with his hands. She looked at Haru as if he was crazy and didn't have a single clue what he was up to, but she knew that it probably meant something.
"Don't worry about it. I just wished him luck. I hope that you're right for the sake of your child. It would be unfortunate if it grows up without a father." Haru smiled as he sat back in his seat and awaited a reaction.
Kaira gulped.
"H- how did you know? I haven't even told Kazuo about it. Do you have X-ray vision or something!?" She asked, shocked by how he could have known. About it, if she hadn't told anyone.
"Secret." Haru laughed and put a finger to his lips.
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