—𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐇

gazed down upon his smaller counterpart, their surroundings indeterminate. “I… can’t promise it’s what 𝐘𝐎𝐔 were looking for,” he answered. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft.” “…Are your ‘fangs’ the only determining factor of your strength?” His younger self didn’t reply. —>

Was that a bit corny? Idc. I’m cooking. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being there through it all, and my thanks to Kane It’s up to the rest of the Kenganverse from here

that 𝐇𝐄 was the ‘challenger’. His hide was pierced, his body barely standing from the contents of his CELLS being so thoroughly disrupted; he was already on his last legs. “THE FANG OF METSUDO WILL 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝟱 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗦.” An expression —>

flesh, a grim solidness that grated his knuckles. ‘𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳,’ was his immediate thought. The very unguarded flesh of Yūjiro Hanma was like that of a firm guard in and out of itself; the flesh and bone of the unworthy —>

Me waiting for the caffeine to do anything in my bloodstream (I’ve evolved too far)

no challenger approaching— only 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 on two legs. Walking. There was no rush, no requirement. Nothing yet within Agito’s being had possibly registered anything of urgency to the World’s Strongest Creature. He knew 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌. —>

compliment?”