32 Chapter 32: Holy Land (II)

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"I am not sure on that, but nonetheless, it appears those two are seeking out that Baki fellow. Reason, I am not sure, but no doubt will they be able to meet that guy in the Holy Land. I decided to pay a visit to Japan to see how he was doing, but it sounds like the Master of the Holy Land has already started to move.", Dickinson happily responded.

"Shall I wheel you to the car then, Sir?", The butler asked.

"Of course. Tokyo Dome will be our destination. Adios for now.", Dickinson replied with a smile, waving the already vanished figures goodbye.

Back to where the redhead and the brown-haired man wandered off to, they could now be seen on the lower level, approaching baggage claim inside Haneda Airport.

"Just what was that about, Clint?", She decided to ask, ignoring the other people who were currently waiting for their own baggage. As she began to talk, the carousel siren sounded off, and the moving of the waiting for their own baggage.

"Trust me, you don't want to know that, Nat. That's a place you don't ever want to step into.", Clint responded with a serious look in his eyes. Hearing that, the redhead who Clint called Nat, just raised her eyes, showing a curious look in them.

"Now you're making me want to know more about it. You seemed to have recognized that foreigner too. Was that guy from Brazil?", Nat wondered.

As for who these two people were, the girl went by the name Natasha Romanoff, while the man went by the name Clint Barton. Eventually, these two would become a group of superhero-like figures that would start to protect the earth from unknown threats outside of it, the Avengers. Black Widow and Hawkeye respectively.

But right now, they were just two individuals working as undercover secret agents for one of the most secretive agencies on the globe, Shield. Their current task have brought them to Japan to try and identify the unknown flying object that entered the planet's atmosphere late yesterday. The object in question was none other than Zastin's ship, which they had a solid basis to try and find its location.

Hearing Natasha ask that, Clint nodded his head.

"Yeah. And he's not just some guy, Nat. That man is the strongest brawler in current Brazilian history, known by the name Dickinson. He had an undefeated record of 700 matches. Now tell me, why is such a prominent figure suddenly in a wheelchair?", Clint suddenly asked with a serious look in his eyes as he proceeded to grab his bag from the carousel.

"An undefeated record of seven hundred matches?", Natasha raised her eyebrows, recalling that Dickinson was now indeed in a wheelchair. She could even see a few leftover injuries on the person's body. "Someone must have done him good then.", Natasha mused to herself. As they had gotten their bags by now, they proceeded toward the area inside the airport that had the above-ground monorail. From there, they would depart the airport, eventually arriving at the heart of Tokyo.

"Oh and unrelated to this, never request a taxi here, Nat. Those guys will rob you blind. We'll be taking the subway from this airport directly. I know a good hotel or two to stay at during our stay here.", Clint said, causing Natasha to nod her head.

"Heh, kind of feels nice for a change getting myself a private tour guide.", Natasha retorted, revealing a playful grin.

As Natasha said that, the two of them soon found themselves standing in front of a large subway train, waiting to board. Thankfully it wasn't rush hour, so the two could find a secluded spot near one of the cabin doors. There were hardly any other people around them.

"This feels pretty nice. I could see why this place is a popular tourist spot. It's very convenient to move around places.", Natasha continued to muse, seeing how convenient it was to take a subway here in Japan.

"Oh trust me, you'll get used to it. It isn't hard to find your way around these places.", Clint said, assuring the redhead's words. "But back to what I was talking about, there is only one reason as to why such a prominent man is suddenly in that wheelchair.", Clint continued to say, drawing Natasha's interest.

"Let me guess. It has to involve that Holy Land that foreigner brought up?", Natasha asked, quick to assume what Clint was referring to. In response, Clint nodded his head.

"Exactly. That place is hell on earth. But if you really want to visit such a place, I can take you.", Clint said with a serious look in his eyes.

"Is that so? Why is it called the holy land then?", Natasha wondered.

"It's the only place on earth that allows no-hold-barred fighting between martial artists alike. I came across it by a stroke of luck, and even met the guy who built the damn place. No matter who it is, they can enjoy a fight to their fullest. Even death can't escape their grasps. One victor, one loser. The only thing that isn't allowed are weapons.", Clint said, revealing the background that was known as the Underground Arena.

There were similar places off-world that acted just like the Underground Arena. One prime example of that was Sakaar Grand Arena located on the planet, Sakaar. They held gladiator fights to determine the strongest of all. If there was one difference this arena had with the Underground Arena, was that the former was mostly for sportsmanship to please Sakaar's Grandmaster, while the latter allowed one to have a true fight with one another without anyone holding them back.

Death was common for the Underground Arena, even if it was mostly meant for humans.

Its location? Six floors underneath the Tokyo Dome. Hidden in plain sight to everyone that would come across that place.

Even Natasha couldn't help but suck in a cold breath of air hearing Clint's explanation of the Underground Arena.

"And this 'holy land' isn't in our database?", Natasha immediately wondered.

"Beats me. Until now I had no reason to bring it up. If it is, it's probably on a similar level under the Director's direct security, something that we don't have access to. There are many dangerous people out there Nat.", Clint answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"And the world's strongest creature, The Ogre, is one of them...", Natasha uttered with a soft voice.

"Someone we need to steer clear from. It's already dangerous enough that I'm taking you to that arena.", Clint said, motioning his hand a bit as he did.

"Should we not head there then and proceed with our investigation around it? We still need to locate his son right?", Natasha asked.

"We'll do that along the way.", Clint answered, folding his arms as he did. He laid his back against the seat, and proceeded to enjoy the view of the passing scenery. Seeing Clint do this, Natasha became quiet, seeing as Clint didn't want to talk any longer of the subject. Instead, she just started to fiddle with her phone.

Though as the train passed on its rails, Clint couldn't help but pick up a shadowy blur along the rail lines further downward, causing him to raise his eyebrows. Clint saw what appeared to be a brown-haired boy dressed in a gray sweater, together with a pink-haired girl, jogging alongside the rail line on the grass beside them. Even other people turned their heads and observed the duo. The two were running quite fast, and appeared to be keeping up with the train as it headed inward to downtown Tokyo.

It was for a brief moment, but the brown-haired boy sporting a childish face shifted his head toward the moving train, as it was slowly gaining speed, leaving him and the pink-haired girl behind. He could clearly see the brown-haired man sitting at the window, looking out. Seeing that brown-haired man caused this boy to come to a sudden halt, which confused the pink-haired girl next to him. She followed suit, and stopped her running too.

That boy was of course me, and I was currently running along the main railway that led to Haneda Airport. Seeing as the way was over twenty kilometers long, I had already completed a lap and I was on my second one, but I couldn't help but come to a complete stop as I observed that fleeting train.

"My eyes weren't playing tricks on me, right? That was fucking Hawkeye.", I retorted while letting out a curse. Since I came to a complete halt, it didn't take long for the subway train to speed along its rail, eventually vanishing out of sight, heading further inside Tokyo. Its destination was likely Suidobashi, seeing as the airport had a direct connection to it.

"Who?", Lala asked beside me, showing pure confusion in her eyes as her body continued to drip with sweat, letting some of it stain her tank top.

Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the heart of New York City, a large building could be seen. Somewhere deep within that building a room could be seen that was littered with rows of computers, and a large screen that hung over the entire room.

A black-skinned man could be seen laying down on the ground, with an eyepatch currently covering one of his eyes. As for the other, it appeared rather funny as it currently showed stars going around it, signaling he was currently unconscious.

A person stood by him, sporting a black suit which was the standard uniform as an agent of Shield.

"Did Director Fury just go through his midlife crisis or something? Just how bad was that news?", Agent Coulson uttered as he slowly fanned a piece of cloth over the man's face. As for the person beside him, he was just confused as to what all had happened the night before, even going as far as to send two of his best agents out, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, to investigate.