A male quickly rushed at another figure raising his fist in a quick jab. The other figure easily countered, his right elbow catching the initial blow as his left hand flew up to grip the fist. Before the male could react, the other figure's elbow shifted back and was thrown forward, colliding into the male's nose. The other figure then took the chance as the male clutched at his nose to drive his tightly clenched right hand into the male's stomach. To put a flourish to the attack, the figure allowed momentum to carry his attacking, letting his arm swing up to catch the male with an awkward uppercut to the jaw. The male let out a gasping yelp, his body staggering back as he tried to collect himself. The other figure decided he had seen enough and slowly approached the male.

???: I've never really been into fighting dirty, not that you really deserve to see me doing so. So just run along, alright?

The male glared at the figure before raising his blood-smeared left hand to try another quick jab. The figure let out a sigh and gripped the male by the wrist. The figure glared at the male with a look of disgust, looking at the snot and blood pouring from his nose.

???: Listen when you're told to do something, dumbass!

The figure barked out at the male, gripping the man's arm tightly as he threw it down to meet his knee, snapping the male's forearm rather easily. The male cried out in pain flying back with his new injury cradled. The injured male didn't even look up at the figure, simply picking himself of and scuttling off like a dog with its tail between its legs. The figure let out a puff through his nose before turning away from the male. His gaze widened softly as he looked at the few people that had gathered to watch the fight. Some look disgusted while others looked angry or even amused.

???: Look I didn't fight dirty, though I never said I wouldn't fight brutally.

The figure announced truthfully as the crowd began to disperse for various reasons. The figure let his gaze travel through the looks fo the others, finding a feeling of disgust building up within him. He gave the guy a chance to walk and he threw another punch, why not teach that dipshit a lesson? The yakuza cut off fingers for to following orders, what he did was pretty lenient. The figure picked up his bag and walked out onto the street, walking close down the street as the lights above flicked to life.

???: She's gonna kill me for being late...

The figure let out another sigh, a street life above coming to life as he passed under it. The male's short messy (H/c) managed to retain it's messiness, despite the gentle breeze attempting to do its magic. The figure's sharp (E/c) eyes glanced into a shop window, meeting his own gaze as he slowly walked down the street. It was late night walks like this that really made the male think about things. Philosophical thoughts that really look at the fabric of reality-

???: Hey kid.

The male's thinking time was rudely interrupted as someone approached him and began walking next to him. He couldn't quite see the individual's face but he could see a clean pressed black suit.

???: Did I do something illegal and the government is trying to silence me?

???: Pfft, where do you get an idea like that?

???: Well you don't usually get approached by a guy in a black suit without it involving government conspiracies or aliens. Are you here to tell me you finally found my ship?!

The figure joking prodded a question at the individual, hearing a soft chuckle from the person's dark shrouded face.

???: I think you watch a little too many movies kid. I am here to tell you something. Well... more so I'm here to invite you to an event.

The figure paused in his walk. He certainly didn't trust the random stranger, nor did he like the sketchy situation he was now involved with. The (H/c) haired male moved and pressed his back against a nearby shop window, the lighting flowing past him to illuminate the stranger's suit but not enough to uncover their identity.

???: An event?

???: There is a tournament coming up soon. A tournament for all sorts of martial artists to show off their skills.

???: I'm not a martial artist pal, so I think you're barking up the wrong tree.

???: Oh please don't misunderstand, this tournament is no holds barred, anything goes. Even weapons are allowed.

???: That's not really much of a martial arts tournament then, eh? Look I don't know what kind of drugs you're trying to sell but I'm not interested in this "tournament" of yours.

The (H/c) haired boy scoffed at the black suited individual, feeling his irritation from earlier simply be reignited by the strange individual. The (H/c) haired boy pushed himself away from the window and began walking away from the stranger.

???: What if I told you the prize of this "tournament" was a wish. A wish that can grant you anything you desire.

The boy paused in his walking. He didn't want to turn around but glanced over his shoulder.

???: A wish? Are you just toying with me at this point?

???: Why would I be toying with you Mr. (L/n)?

The boy froze up, his gaze once more softly widening as his bag dropped to the ground. The boy's body turned to the stranger, his irritation boiling over.

(L/n): How the hell do you know my last name?

???: I told you, I'm extending this invitation to you Mr. (L/n). Nobody else. Your style of fighting would be a welcome mix to the fighters already attending the tournament.

(L/n): Why the hell would I want to join a fighting tournament anyway? I don't even have a fighting style! And how the hell can you promise the winner a freaking wish? You're just trying to reel in gulliable suckers for some free ratings.

The stranger chuckled.

???: I can reassure you this prize is well worth the event. And I know that in that head of yours you have an idea of what you could use a near-limitless wish for. My offer still stands so I hope you decide to join us at the God of High School tournmanet, (Y/n) (L/n).

With that, the stranger quietly walked off into the darkening night. You... fel powerless. Your usual plan to fall back on was dealing with the stranger in your own way but something felt off about him. Your legs froze themselves into place as if warning you that you were clearly overmatched by the random stranger. You internally seethed as you gripped your back, continuing your trip once more.

(Y/n): I'm home.

You muttered into the house. Truthfully you were surprised to see most of the lights were still on. You stepped out of your shoes and began the trip into your room before walking past the kitchen to see your mother and father talking. Your mother took notice of your first.

Mom: Hey son! Why are you back so late?

(Y/n): Ah I got a bit distracted by some shops. I'm thinking of saving up to buy some things.

You didn't like lying to your parents but it was far easier than explaining the circumstances leading to your fight. It was then that the stranger from earlier entered into your head.

(Y/n): The God of High School, huh...

Dad: Where did you hear that?

Your father's tired voice suddenly filled your ears, drawing you out of your mind to look at your father and your perplexed mother.

(Y/n): Oh um... some guy told me about it.

Dad: Well it's understandable. They have been talking about that tournmanet for ages now. It's honestly more surprised you haven't heard about it till now.

Mother: Jeez, way to sound so serious, honey.

Dad: Ah well, I suppose I'm still trying to figure out what to get our daughter for her birthday.

Mother: Well what can you get someone like her? She's like a total genius!

Dad: I'm sure I can get the money together to get her something like a computer.

Mother: That could work, I mean we're certainly not struggling but are you sure that is something she would like.

As your parents continued to speak about your sister, you decided to visit her. You made it to her door and slowly slid it open, you found her inside listening to some music, looking through her phone. You decided it best to not annoy her and closed the door, leaving her to her technology. You would simply slide back into your lair till your parents forced you to leave. As you entered your room, you carefully set your bag to the side, thinking over what the stranger had said again. Gah, how did he get into your head anyway?! It's clearly fake and yet... if even dad heard about it maybe it was real... then again... You let out a sigh as you sat on your bed, your mind racing as you crossed your arms.

(Y/n): What if that wish is true... I could get anything I want. I can do anything I want. I can become a time traveller or jump into any anime or manga I want or I can... gah what am I thinking. I need something to drink.

You pulled yourself into a standing position when you looked at your sister's room. You paused for a moment before heading toward the kitchen, looking in to spot your mother and father still trying to get a list of ideas for your sister's birthday. A thought ran through your head as you finally decided to bite the bullet and enter the kitchen.

(Y/n): Mom, dad?

They both turned to you, your mother setting down her list as they awaited what you wanted to say.

(Y/n): you know when I said I heard about that tournament from some guy? Well... that guy also invited me to participate in it...

As you finished your sentence you expected your parents to explode and deny you into such a clearly dangerous sounding tournament.

Dad: You were invited? To the God of High School tournament thingy?

Mom: Well... he clearly must have seen something in you to do so! You haven't been fighting again right?

(Y/n): N-No of course not...! I just... he seemed to know about me and offered to let me join.

Your father gestured to take a seat and you followed, wondering why your parents seemed ok with this.

Dad: Son, I've always told you to do what you think is best. I know we sound like pretty crappy parents, not trying to stop you from doing this tournament but in my experience just saying no often leads to kids your age doing it anyway. So if you want to do it that's fine.

Mom: I'm certainly not ok with you putting yourself in harm's way, I'm very different than your father on this but I will support you on this. And if you win, that's wonderful and if you lose it won't matter cause you'll still make us proud getting into something like this.

You ran over what they just said in your head. Where they really ok with this? Like seriously? You kind of expectedthe sterotypical parents you've seen in your animes but they were fine with you going into a no holds barred tournament.

(Y/n): I... I think I'll do it. If anything it'll be a nice break from hanging out in my room all day.

Dad: Are you sure, son?

(Y/n): Yeah, I want to join the tournament.

Dad: Alright. Just make sure this is something you want to do. If you get there and decide you don't want to participate then you can simply walk out of there and we'll be ready to pick you up.

Mom: It'll be a nice family outing! We can watch our son kick some behind as a family! though if you get hurt in the slightest way I'm gonna have to go in there and beat them up for hurting my baby.

Dad: Please don't...

Mom: I'll look into buying some tickets for your father, Mia, and I. You just make sure you're ready for that kind of tournament, ok baby?

(Y/n): Yes ma'am. I'll do my best to make you guys proud!

Dad: You've already made us the proudest parents in the world, son. Just do your best and show that punks who is boss!

Mom: Yeah!

That's right... you don't really think about it but how lucky are you to have caring parents? How many members of the tournament don't have parents like yours or lost them? You weren't some shounen protagonist who lost his parents at a young age... but that just meant you had another reason to fight even harder once you made it to the tournament...