Kozuha, Scarlett, and Irish teleported to Hiroshima, and in less than a second, they were already there. The sudden change in surroundings made it feel like time had skipped.

  The sun was nearly gone, and the sky was slowly getting darker. A soft breeze carried the evening chill, and streetlights had started to flicker on. They found themselves standing outside a rge building with a wide front and posters of muscur men in fighting poses hanging all over the walls.

  Scarlett tilted her head and looked at the building. “A boxing club?” she asked with a raised brow.

  “Yeah,” Kozuha nodded as she walked ahead. “Daniel used to be an MMA fighter before all the hunter stuff happened. Now hurry, we’re already te!”

  Scarlett and Irish followed behind her. Strangely, Irish didn’t even ask what an "MMA fighter" was, though it was clear she probably didn’t know.

  Scarlett, on the other hand, let out a sigh. Her face showed boredom and a little frustration. “I feel like I’m just an NPC, going from one fight to the next with no real story or even proper dialogue…” she muttered under her breath. But even if she didn’t like it, she still had to go along.

  They passed through the hallway. Kozuha opened a heavy door and slipped inside quickly. Scarlett reached for the door next—and as she opened it, a burst of blinding white light fshed right at her.

  Of course, it didn’t bother her at all. Her eyes were always covered by her usual bck blindfold, which kept her from reacting to such things. But Irish, who wasn’t used to it, winced and quickly lifted her hand to block the harsh light.

  "Zoom at the chest"

  "Zoom at the chest" someone excimed.

  Then Kozuha’s voice shouted from inside, filled with irritation. “Okay, that’s enough! No more camera fshes!”

  The lights finally dimmed, and Irish blinked a few times as her vision returned to normal. As she looked around, her eyes slowly widened in shock.

  Even though they had entered from what looked like a ground-level door, they were actually high up—on a wide ptform looking down.

  In the center of the enormous pce was a huge boxing ring—at least three times bigger than a normal one. And all around it, in yers of perfectly arranged circles, were thousands of seats. It was like a massive stadium, and every seat was filled with well-dressed people. Fancy suits, sparkling jewelry, and elegant dresses. These weren’t just fans—these were people who had clearly paid an insane amount of money to be here.

  Irish whispered to herself in amazement, “It’s an underground arena…”

  Scarlett, however, had a totally different reaction. She looked at the lights, the camera fshes, and the huge crowd that looked like tiny dots from where she stood. Her face twisted with complex expression.

  “What is this? A Taylor Swift concert?” she said, her voice dry and annoyed.

  There were at least a hundred cameramen scattered around, all holding expensive equipment, and many were already filming or taking photos. Reporters had notebooks and microphones in hand, while others were streaming live.

  Scarlett’s mind compared this with what she saw back at the hunter academy. The small crowd of students, a few influencers, and a couple of cameramen were nothing compared to this madness.

  That was just the trailer.

  This... was the real show.

  “Go forward. I’ll stay here with Ms. Irish,” Kozuha said, her tone calm but firm.

  Scarlett gave her a small nod and began walking down the long staircase that led to the arena. Her steps were slow, elegant, and filled with a natural grace. Every move she made was smooth and poised, like a noble dy walking through a royal hall.

  As she descended, the crowd couldn’t take their eyes off her.

  Many guests leaned forward in their seats, enchanted by her beauty and presence. Some even raised their hands slightly, wishing to wave or call out her name… but they didn’t.

  They couldn’t.

  Something held them back, like an invisible force or unspoken rule. The air around Scarlett felt too noble, too untouchable.

  One man clenched his fists and grumbled under his breath. “What’s the point of paying 3000 for a seat if I can’t even shake her hand? This stupid rule!” His voice was filled with frustration as he shook his fists helplessly.

  Scarlett noticed how strangely quiet the crowd was, and how they stared at her with both admiration and restraint. Curious, she gnced back at Kozuha, who was still standing at the top of the stairs with Irish.

  Kozuha smirked and gave Scarlett a simple thumbs-up.

  That one gesture was enough for Scarlett to understand everything.

  Kozuha had pnned this.

  Back at the top, Kozuha smiled proudly to herself.

  “I knew Ms. Scarlett doesn’t like noisy crowds or people getting too close. So I arranged a special rule: No one’s allowed to shout, wave, or rush toward her. Only a few reporters can quietly take pictures—and even that’s limited,” she thought.

  Looking at the huge arena, full of people who paid thousands just to be here, Kozuha couldn’t help but feel a little proud.

  “Can’t believe these people paid 3000 just to see Ms. Scarlett from afar... and here I am, traveling with her, chatting with her, and even got a selfie! I definitely picked the right job,” she thought, her heart full of joy.

  Scarlett reached the ring and gracefully stepped inside. As soon as she entered, a referee came forward, head slightly bowed in respect.

  “If you’re uncomfortable in those clothes, we’ve prepared a set of proper fighting gear for you,” he said in a gentle and polite voice.

  Scarlett didn’t even blink. “No need. It’ll be over in a second.”

  The referee nodded and respectfully stepped back without another word.

  Just then, a small door opened on the side of the arena. From it, a cheerful-looking man popped out with a microphone in hand.

  “Now, now!” he said, his voice full of energy. “I’m sure you’ve all missed me! What’s a fight without a proper host, right?”

  He was dressed in a crisp white suit, with gsses and a charming smile that made him look like a mix of a schor and a showman.

  “Now that our divine beauty, Lady Scarlett, is here,” he said dramatically, pointing to her with fir, “the only one left is her opponent! And he’s not going to be easy! Please welcome—Daniel Petrov!”

  CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

  The crowd cpped politely—no cheers, no whistles, just respectful appuse.

  Instead of entering from the same stairway Scarlett had used, a rge door at the bottom of the arena opened. From it, Daniel Petrov stepped out.

  Fshes from cameras lit up the air as photographers captured every moment.

  He was tall, with a strong and lean body. His chest was bare, showing off his muscur torso, well-defined abs, and the lines of his ribs. Unlike overly bulky bodybuilders, his build was clean and powerful—just right for a professional fighter.

  He wore only boxing shorts and shoes. His sharp jawline and above-average looks, combined with silver hair and fair skin, made him look like someone straight out of a movie.

  There was confidence in every step he took as he entered the ring. He raised his arms like a champion, smiling faintly.

  Then, with a cool voice, he said, “Okay, okay, no more shoots. The cameras are distracting me.”

  The arena went quiet again.

  After Daniel raised his arms and told the cameras to stop fshing, he slowly turned his head and looked at Scarlett.

  And at that moment—something very strange happened.

  Scarlett’s usual calm and graceful expression completely vanished.

  Behind her blindfold, her eyes flew wide open. Her mouth dropped slightly open in shock. She looked frozen, almost like she had seen something unbelievable.

  The crowd noticed the sudden change in her aura. Even Kozuha, watching from above, blinked in surprise.

  Was Scarlett… attracted by Daniel’s appearance?

  No. That couldn’t be it.

  Scarlett was not the kind of person to be swayed by looks. She had no interest in men. she had only ever shown attraction toward women.

  So what was this feeling?

  It wasn’t love. It wasn’t awe. It was…

  Admiration.

  Yes, that was it.

  Scarlett wasn’t admiring Daniel’s face—she was admiring his body. His tall figure, perfectly shaped muscles, broad chest, and firm waist. His build was something she always wished she had for herself.

  “I always hated how I looked…” she muttered softly, falling to her knees right there in the arena.

  Her voice was full of emotion—jealousy, longing, and maybe even sadness.

  “That tall, strong body with just the right amount of muscle… That’s what I always dreamed of! Damn it! Why don't I have a body like that!?”

  She clenched her fists and whispered curses under her breath, clearly upset.

  To the audience, though, it looked completely different.

  The host’s voice echoed through the arena, trying to stir the mood.

  “What’s this?! Lady Scarlett just dropped to her knees! Is she giving up already? Is this the end of the so-called strongest hunter? Was her fame all fake?!”

  The crowd began murmuring in confusion.

  Even Daniel, who had been rexed a moment ago, looked surprised. He tilted his head.

  “Huh? In ancient times, I heard that men had to defeat strong warrior women before making them their wives. But you're already giving up?” he said with a teasing smile.

  “I mean, not that I mind, but—”

  Before he could finish, Scarlett suddenly smirked.

  “Who said I accepted defeat?” she said in a confident, mocking tone as she stood up slowly.

  Her blindfold shifted slightly, but her smirk was enough to send chills through the arena.

  “I was just limiting my powers… so I don’t accidentally kill you.”

  She made up the excuse so smoothly that even Daniel blinked in confusion.

  The host gasped and jumped in again, waving his hand dramatically.

  “W-what?! Did everyone hear that?! Lady Scarlett is saying she’ll go easy on Daniel—the second strongest hunter in the world?! Is she being cocky, or is it the truth—?”

  Before he could say another word—

  “Hey. Can you shut your damn mouth?” Scarlett hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

  Gulp!

  The whole arena went silent in an instant.

  The host's face turned pale. A cold sweat rolled down his temple as he took two small steps back, like a scared kitten.

  “O-okay…” he squeaked in a trembling voice, completely terrified.

  Scarlett’s smirk returned.

  Then she looked directly at Daniel and raised both her hands in the air.

  “You know what?” she said casually. “I think going this easy isn’t enough.”

  Her voice was still smooth but sharp like a bde.

  “How about… I don’t use my hands. Or my legs. No headbutts either.”

  Everyone’s jaws dropped. Even the referee’s eyebrows twitched.

  Daniel raised one brow, surprised. But then, his serious face returned as he got into his boxing stance.

  “You sure about that? You’ll regret it,” he warned, his voice deeper now.

  Scarlett tilted her head, cracking her neck a little. “We’ll find out, won’t we?”

  Her body tensed, and a faint breeze circled around her feet.

  That was the sign.

  The fight had begun

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  Scarlett took a calm breath and slowly moved her hands behind her back. Then, she carefully tied them together, locking them in pce as if to say, "See? I'm serious. I won't use them."

  The crowd gasped. Some stood halfway from their seats in shock.

  Daniel watched her and chuckled in his mind.

  "Heh… She thinks I won’t figure it out?" he smirked quietly to himself. "She said she won’t use her hands or legs—but she never said anything about not using magic. She’s just trying to look cool and mysterious."

  He cracked his neck and took a steady stance.

  "But jokes on her. My magic resistance is even stronger than my physical defense. So come on, try me!"

  But then—

  Swish!

  Scarlett stepped forward.

  No—vanished.

  In less than a blink, she was no longer where she stood. In the next moment, she was right in front of Daniel—so close that he could see the light reflecting off her lips and feel her breath.

  "So fast!" Daniel’s instincts screamed.

  His body reacted before his mind could catch up.

  He twisted his torso and raised one leg, aiming a sharp head-kick toward Scarlett’s face.

  But Scarlett didn’t even flinch.

  She simply lowered her head and ducked gracefully, avoiding the kick like it was nothing. And in doing so, she moved even closer to him.

  Now, Daniel's heart was racing.

  Wait—she’s not using magic? Then what is she—

  His thoughts froze.

  Scarlett’s body leaned in just a bit more. She gently twisted her torso—

  And then—

  Smush.

  Her rge, soft breasts pressed directly into Daniel’s face.

  His eyes widened.

  "Wh-what…?" he managed to think in that brief moment.

  There was no sound of impact. No explosive magic. Just… a soft, overwhelming warmth. The feeling of plush softness wrapped around his head like clouds.

  For a second, Daniel was lost. His thoughts melted. He wasn’t in a fight anymore. He was in heaven.

  But that second ended fast.

  Whoosh!!

  Out of nowhere, Daniel’s body shot back like a missile.

  His body pierced the air like a rocket, flying straight up—his limbs filing as he smashed into the ceiling of the arena.

  Bam!!

  A loud, echoing crash filled the whole pce.

  But even that didn’t stop him.

  Daniel’s body kept going, breaking through the roof like it was made of paper, soaring through the sky at an insane speed.

  He flew several kilometers in just a few seconds—like a cannonball—with dust trailing behind him until finally—

  Crash!!

  He smmed into the ground far, far away with an earth-shaking thud.

  The entire stadium was silent.

  Mouths were open. Eyes were wide. No one could believe what they just saw.

  There was no doubt about it

  Daniel's durability lost to Scarlett's dangerous Breasts.