Shutendoji and the great Tengu had already started brawling with a clatter. It was the kind of demonic battle that shook the heavens, fist to flesh!
It was that manly kind of ordeal—a flurry of wild punches where one could probably knock Edo Castle flying with a single heavy punch. But their defense was equally terrifying; hits to their vast chest muscles would just make them quiver.
It was more or less me striking out with "ora ora ora" for a hundred and eighty punches, then you'd get mad, roar with rage, and burst with energy! You'd send me flying with one punch, then flip it around and "ora ora ora" pound me with hundreds of punches. We'd take turns attacking and defending, switching between offense and defense.
Every once in a while, they'd throw in some of those hot-blooded scenes common in youth combat comics, like power struggles, and generally, the one on the left would lose and be blown away, only to get angry and retaliate with a powerful comeback.
