Chapter 103: What Did You Say About My Mom?!
One week later.
Miyamoto Tokima had completely settled into life in the United States. During that time, he accompanied his father to numerous events, and word of the Miyamoto family’s heir gradually spread among the upper echelons.
High-ranking figures came one after another to the Miyamoto residence with lavish gifts. Some even brought their daughters along, clearly hoping to arrange a match.
However, after seeing Satsuki Momoi, they gave up on that idea. Before long, they adjusted their approach and began showering Satsuki Momoi with gifts instead.
This left Miyamoto Tokima utterly dumbfounded.
Unwilling to deal with the situation, Miyamoto Tokima took Satsuki Momoi out, leaving Miyamoto Hiroshi alone to face the crowd.
Miyamoto Hiroshi was long accustomed to such scenes and handled them with ease. To be precise, it wasn’t so much him dealing with them as the powerful figures currying favor with him.
Miyamoto Tokima and Satsuki Momoi got into a vehicle driven by the family’s security and headed downtown. Afterward, they wandered through the streets, taking in scenery completely different from Japan.
People from all walks of life filled the streets, everyone busy with their own lives.
Miyamoto Tokima held Satsuki Momoi’s hand as they walked slowly down the street.
The security personnel followed behind them in plain clothes.
As they passed a pickup basketball court, the noise coming from inside caught Miyamoto Tokima’s attention.
He looked over and saw the area around the court packed with spectators.
The basketball atmosphere here was incredibly intense. A single spectacular play was enough to send the crowd into an uproar—completely different from Japan.
Seeing how packed the court was and how excited the spectators were, it wasn’t hard to imagine that someone exceptionally skilled was playing inside.
Miyamoto Tokima’s interest was immediately piqued, and he led Satsuki Momoi toward the court.
The security reacted quickly. Two tall, burly guards pushed through the crowd, clearing a path for Miyamoto Tokima and Satsuki Momoi so they could get a good view.
The moment he stepped in, Miyamoto Tokima saw a familiar figure.
On the court, a rough-looking, tall, powerfully built black man with short white hair was completely overwhelming another player.
He drove straight into the paint, slammed through his defender, and dunked the ball hard.
The rim shook violently.
After the dunk, everyone around erupted—jumping, screaming, and cheering at the top of their lungs.
Many rushed up to chest-bump him in celebration, while others tore off their shirts and waved them wildly.
The scene descended into chaos, but it was undeniably exhilarating.
Miyamoto Tokima was no exception. In this atmosphere, it was almost impossible to suppress the excitement boiling in his chest.
After the celebration, the black man turned to the crowd and shouted in a booming voice, “Anyone else wanna step on the court?”
The spectators looked at one another, but no one stepped forward.
Some people who had come alone and were just there for the show started heckling, “Come on! No one else? Are you all cowards who don’t dare to play?”
They were quickly shouted down.
“You’re the coward! If you’ve got guts, you go up there! If not, then shut up and watch, or go home crying to your mommy for milk! Hahahaha!”
while the atmosphere in the beautiful country was great, trash talk on pickup courts was just as rampant.
Seeing that no one intended to step up, the black man was about to leave when Miyamoto Tokima walked forward.
“I’ll play.”
The black man turned around in confusion and looked at Miyamoto Tokima, who was much smaller than him. He laughed loudly.
“You? Hahahaha. With that build, you’re a middle schooler, right?”
Once the crowd saw who it was, laughter erupted.
“Hahahaha! A middle schooler challenging Silver? That’s the biggest joke I’ve heard all year!”
“Not bad, kid, you’ve got courage. Just don’t go crying to your mom after you lose! Oh wait—your mom might already be dead! Hahahaha!”
The moment he heard someone insult his mother, Miyamoto Tokima snapped his head around, his gaze locking onto the black man with terrifying intensity.
The man’s laughter stopped abruptly as a strong sense of unease surged through him.
An overwhelming pressure poured out from Miyamoto Tokima, sweeping across the entire court. Under that invisible force, every spectator fell silent.
It felt as if they were being stared down by a ferocious beast.
Jason Silver was no exception.
That’s right—the man on the court was the main antagonist from the original movie, Jason Silver, the center of Jabberwock, known as the man with “The God’s Body.”
Jason Silver stared at Miyamoto Tokima, a chilling sense of being locked onto by a predator rising sharply in his heart.
He was stunned.
‘This feeling… wild instinct. And it’s even stronger than mine!’
Shock surged through Jason Silver’s mind. Ever since he awakened the Tyrannosaurus-level wild instinct, he had never encountered anything that made him feel fear again.
That instinct alone had placed him among the very top in terms of raw savagery in the world.
Yet now, on this pickup court, he was sensing the aura of a predator even more terrifying than a Tyrannosaurus—coming from a middle schooler.
It felt unreal, like a dream.
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Meanwhile, the black man being stared at by Miyamoto Tokima was already drenched in sweat. His courage had long since been crushed by that gaze alone.
Under normal circumstances, he would have apologized and run. But with so many people watching, his pride wouldn’t let him back down.
Miyamoto Tokima glared at him coldly and said in a low voice,
“You just said… what about my mom?”
The man wanted to shake his head, but with everyone watching, he clenched his teeth and shouted,
“I said your mom’s dead!”
Bang!
He was knocked flat to the ground by a single punch.
Seeing this, his companions immediately rushed forward to attack Miyamoto Tokima, but Miyamoto Tokima grabbed one of them and slammed him down with a clean shoulder throw.
The spectators, delighted by the chaos, burst into applause and cheers.
Suddenly, five black cars pulled up.
Everyone turned to look.
More than thirty men stepped out. Every one of them wore a black suit, black sunglasses, and a professional earpiece.
They were all powerfully built and radiated a sharp, intimidating presence. Any one of them could easily take on ten people—or more.
When the crowd saw the emblem on their suits, they cried out in shock.
“My god! The Miyamoto family’s security company! Why are Miyamoto family guards here?!”
“No idea! Seeing even one of them is rare, but now there are over thirty!”
Under everyone’s stunned gaze, the group of suited guards walked straight up to Miyamoto Tokima.
Just as the crowd was filled with confusion, all of them bowed deeply in unison and shouted,
“Miyamoto Tokima!”
Author's Note
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