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In the middle of a traditional dining room, numerous family members were kneeling in front of the table, most of them talking amongst themselves, while the patriarch, Erioh Kure, observed silently.
Not far from where he was seated, he could see Yuji Shinakawa with Karura by his side, the girl seemingly talking to him with an animated look.
This made him smile a little. It had been some time since he began to see Yuji as someone worthy of his granddaughter. Although he was still a bit irritated by the progress of their relationship, he had nothing to say about it.
Yuji Shinakawa was undoubtedly one of the strongest of the current generation, with potential that would take him even further.
If he was this strong before even reaching 20 years old, Erioh couldn't imagine how far he would go by the time he was 30.
But shifting his gaze slightly, his eyes landed on a messy head of hair, an athletic man with a rather disinterested face.
Ohma Tokita.
A talented fighter who had been placed under the care of the Kure clan at Yuji's request.
Erioh didn't mind much, as Ohma had indeed shown great promise thanks to the tournament. Seeing his recovery and talent firsthand only improved his reputation in Erioh's eyes.
Sitting next to him, Fusui seemed to be trying to draw him into a conversation a few times, which made Erioh sigh.
Moreover, Ohma also seemed to be in a relationship with Fusui. The girl was different from Karura, but Erioh could tell that if she was genuinely interested in the fighter, it wouldn't be long before Ohma officially became a member of the clan.
He would not oppose this. Ohma had proven to be worthy.
"Enough."
As he spoke, the conversations immediately ceased. Even though people like Yuji and Ohma were not official members, they knew that Erioh was an absolute authority within the clan.
Disrespecting him, no matter how respected they were, was like disrespecting the entire clan. Besides, there was no reason for any of them to do so.
"I am aware of all your desires."
Erioh declared, but left no room for any of them to speak.
"I understand why you want to face the beast Pickle. We, the Kure clan, are proud assassins, a warrior clan formed over hundreds of years. We are proud of our genes, but most of all, our strength.
With Pickle's arrival, many of you felt tempted. A human who lived and hunted dinosaurs? Of course, you would want to test him to prove our superiority as human beings."
Most members in the room nodded with excited smiles.
"And I decided to listen to you... I myself am quite excited at the idea of seeing our strongest facing the strongest of the Jurassic era. That's why I summoned everyone here.
Here and now, we will decide who we will send to face the Jurassic beast, Pickle!"
With Erioh's declaration, the room filled with discussions among the Kure, the members clearly excited about one of them facing Pickle.
Even though some might say they didn't care about it, the warrior blood ran through their veins. It was natural for them to want to prove their superiority against such a creature.
But while some of them were debating who to send, for one of them, the answer was clearer than daylight.
"Enough of this drama, old man! It's obvious that the only one to face that bastard will be me!"
With his voice rising above the others, everyone's attention turned to a proud Raian Kure, who wore a huge, toothy grin.
"After all, I am the strongest! None of these idiots compare to me." He declared proudly, which drew an irritated reaction from the other members.
"I disagree."
And surprising everyone, as they didn't expect to hear the voice of the person who spoke out, they turned to a long-haired man sitting near the patriarch, his black eyes fixed on Raian, who growled in irritation.
Hollis was the one who intervened.
"Oh, and why is that?" Erioh asked, clearly interested.
"Raian has already embarrassed our clan enough with his defeat in the tournament."
A vein bulged on Raian's forehead, his teeth clenching as he turned to Hollis with an irritated look.
"I believe the best option in this circumstance is me." Without changing his expression much, Hollis declared with a bit of confidence.
This made the members talk among themselves. It made sense, after all.
In terms of raw power, Raian surpassed Hollis, but when it came to experience and combat skills, the older Kure was leagues ahead.
If they had faced each other during the tournament, Hollis would certainly have defeated Raian. The same couldn't be said currently, since Raian had returned to practicing the Kure style, but it wasn't far-fetched to believe that Hollis could still win.
When it came to raw power, Raian was at the top of the clan.
But in general terms, Hollis was certainly the best among them all.
"You piece of shit, do you want me to kill you?" Raian asked with clear murderous intent, Hollis responding with a disinterested look.
"Enough, Raian." Erioh silenced the young Kure, which was quite surprising. "I understand your point, Hollis. But Raian is undoubtedly one of the strongest in our clan..."
Hollis crossed his arms, his eyes closing as he seemed to ponder those words.
"But if you're so confident, why don't we do something fun to decide?"
Hollis opened his eyes with interest, everyone's attention turning to the patriarch.
"A fight, to decide which of you will face Pickle!"
"..."
But while the members seemed to get excited about this idea, something caught their attention, a figure standing up among them, a figure they knew well.
"I believe I can make this even more interesting, patriarch."
Erioh's attention turned to the one who had been silently listening until then, his curiosity piqued as he raised an eyebrow.
"And what would that be?"
With a smile, the figure wore a confident grin.
"Let the two of them fight against me, and then, whoever does better will fight Pickle."
Yuji Shinakawa declared simply, as if that absurdity was nothing at all.