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"What do you think, old man?"
In a huge mansion, in a room surrounded by tapestries and all kinds of artistic and expensive objects, a fireplace was burning, the fire being the only source of light in the place.
In front of this fireplace, which emitted a cozy warmth, a group of five people were gathered, sitting on a large sofa, while one of them was separated alone, in an armchair.
Taken by the darkness of the place, the fire slowly began to reveal the features of each of them.
"What do I think?" So that the first to reveal himself was Metsuro Katahara, the owner of the mansion they were all in, sitting in the armchair with a rather pensive look on his face.
"Yes, we've come here because we want your opinion."
And it didn't take long for the rest to reveal itself.
A group made up of big names, those who should be among the strongest fighters in the Kengan matches.
Okubo Naoya, Wakatsuki Takeshi, Kanoh Agito and Julius Reinhold.
Why was such a strange group gathered in one place?
They all had a single goal.
Pickle.
But why exactly go to the Katahara residence? What was the motivation behind it, since they wanted Pickle?
Simple, Katahara was an experienced old man, someone who had experienced the fight of the strongest, it was normal for them to want to know the old man's opinion on this prehistoric monster.
"My opinion of Pickle..." Katahara gave a small smile. "So you're interested in fighting him, you little bastards."
Katahara laughed, but when he didn't see any reaction from any of the four, he just sighed.
They wanted to be serious.
"Pickle really is a miracle of nature, almost a wonder of the world." Katahara smiled lightly, his gaze low. "I can understand you wanting to take him on, to be someone who preys on dinosaurs, he must be strong, strong enough to challenge even the extraordinary."
"But he's too valuable to humanity."
Okubo, hearing this, quickly intervened: "Wait, but it's not like we're going to kill him, we just want to test ourselves against him."
"..."
Katahara watched him for a while, simply glancing at everyone in the place.
"You don't understand. Pickle lived in a time when 'fighting to test yourself' didn't exist. It was hunt, or become the prey."
Okubo's eyes widened as the realization came to him, his face filling with seriousness as he crossed his arms.
Beside him, the other three fighters seemed to have understood as well.
"If you face him and lose, there won't be another day to improve and come back stronger.
He'll devour them, that's how a predator acts when faced with an enemy, it's his method of celebrating his victory."
Kanoh frowned. He understood very well what those words meant. Pickle was from an era that was too far removed from modern times, a distance so great that it could even seem infinite.
He didn't kill for fun, he simply killed to eat.
All their battles should have been fought for one reason.
Hunger.
If any of them faced him, they had to be prepared to be eaten alive, quite literally.
But...
Did they have enough conviction for that?
"I don't care, if I lose, then Pickle will be rewarded with my flesh, it's that simple." Kanoh Agito simply replied firmly, to which Julius and Wakatsuki nodded.
Fighting without fear of death, he, who had fought this way all his life, did not fear being devoured.
If he wasn't strong enough, then so be it.
"Hey, hey! Sorry, guys! But I'm out of it." Okubo waved his hands in denial, a nervous smile on his lips. He felt like confronting Pickle, but the idea of being eaten alive was not a pleasant one.
"Haha!" Katahara laughed, his gaze roaming over the fighters. "If you're so anxious about Pickle, then how must that rebellious boy be? He must be squirming right now, dying to meet him!"
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In a way, Katahara was right.
Yuji had been upset ever since he found out about Pickle's existence.
The prehistoric man surpassed anything Yuji had ever encountered in his life.
Whales, buffaloes, tigers, lions. None of them could compare to Pickle, and that made sense, after all, he was the top man even among the dinosaurs.
Someone capable of killing a T-Rex with their bare hands.
How could Yuji not be excited? The idea of facing someone like that...
It was simply too exciting.
He, who could accurately measure the physical capabilities of his opponents with just a glance, knew how absurd Pickle was.
But that only applied to his physical abilities.
How did he use these skills? How cunning could he be in a fight? How much stronger did he become when he used these skills when confronted by a powerful opponent?
Yuji, who was lying on his bed, stood up quickly, his fists clenching almost unconsciously as he began to punch the air.
Thinking about it, he was unable to sleep. He wanted to meet Pickle, to challenge him to a fight, but he knew it wasn't that simple.
He wanted to do it, but he knew that there were many people who also wanted the same thing.
Not out of fear or lack of confidence, he would let them fight first.
He wanted to see how well Pickle would cope with modernity.
"Pickle..." Yuji whispered, moving to the window to see the sight of a beautiful illuminated city. "How are you coping with all this?"