A Strange Crossover

Standing at the pickup location given to me by Lilith, I saw my car waiting for me; there was no one except a female driver who didn't even speak a word throughout the trip. Reaching the location of the agency

The entrance to the Agency resembled a high-tech fortress, with its chrome-glass exteriors and cascading water features. But beneath that polished shell was a force funded by huge budgets, factions, and other governments that never existed on paper. Everyone called it the Greater Fighting Association, an organization designed to regulate, contain, and balance the supernatural.

And the first thing I noticed?

Women ruled this place.

The gender ratio was skewed—7 to 3, female to male. And not just that—the power imbalance was deliberate. Women were in charge here, from top field agents to the Board of Operations. It was a matriarchal war machine adorned in sleek designer suits and rugged military leather gear.

"Intimidated already?" came a voice, sultry and cocky.

I turned around following the voice.

She looked like someone had photoshopped perfection into life—platinum blonde hair, a crimson Agency cloak, eyes glowing faintly red.

"Arata," she said, crossing her arms. "You're under my supervision now. I'm Kiara… strongest twin, anyway."

A second presence joined her. Same face. Same eyes. But sharper—with military posture and a colder gaze that dissected me like a weapon blueprint.

"I'm Kara. The real one," the second said flatly.

I blinked. "Clones?"

"She is a clone," clarified Kara.

"Partially," Kara Two corrected.

I was already tired.

They gave me a tour. Every floor of the Agency oozed power and efficiency.

Combat arenas. Magic-tech labs. Cells that could hold gods. A command hub so advanced it made big tech AI look like toasters.

"Kiara handles field ops. I handle diplomacy and, well... keeping you from doing something stupid," said the playful one.

"I'll be honest," Kiara muttered. "I don't like cocky rookies with bloody resumes. If Lilith hadn't pulled strings, we'd have thrown you in a cell and studied your corpse."

I smirked. "You're welcome to try."

Her eyes narrowed.

Soon after, I was brought into the war room, where five of the most dangerous women I'd ever seen on the news, stood around a digital map. All turned when I entered. Their gazes were less curious and more annoyed.

"Team, this is Arata. He'll be working with you for the foreseeable future," Kara said with a clap.

The silence was so sharp, it could slice through metal.

Standing closest was Kaina Tsutsumi, aka Lady Nagant. Cold, calculated, and utterly unreadable. Her sniper eye barely flicked toward me before returning to the map.

Next was Rumi Usagiyama, the Rabbit Hero Mirko. She cracked her knuckles and sized me up like prey she was about to break.

Then came Nemuri Kayama, Midnight. Black leather, violet hair, and a smile that promised both pleasure and pain.

Beside her was Yu Takeyama, the arrogant giantess known as Mountain Lady. Her cocky grin was paired with a towering confidence.

And finally, Ryuko Tatsuma, the Dragon Hero Ryukyu. She was silent but powerful, the calm in a thunderstorm.

"Seriously?" Mirko scoffed. "He looks like a K-pop idol. Are you sure this brat belongs here? But we can use him for all the pent up urges…"

"I could say the same about a bunny girl wearing gym clothes," I retorted.

The room tensed. Mountain Lady chuckled, Midnight smirked, and Nagant raised an eyebrow.

"You got a mouth," Mirko growled, stepping forward, pissed for a second.

"Don't worry. I brought my fists too," I said, cracking my knuckles.

Kiara sighed. "Great. Wonderful. Testosterone poisoning. Looks like we'll settle this the old-fashioned way."

"Combat test perhaps," Kara grinned. "1v5. He provoked it—let him back it up."

I felt a surge of curse energy and my heart beat out of excitement. Maybe this was stupid. But I needed this—a reason to stretch, to feel again.

We entered the training Arena, an isolated zone with environmental controls, destruction-absorbing fields, and real death potential.

"What's the objective?" Nagant asked.

"Beat the arrogance out of him," Kara said dryly.

The bell rang and I was prepared.

Mirko shot forward first—a blur of muscle and speed. Her heel flew at my neck, and I barely raised an arm in time to block it as for me her speed was slow or perhaps my reaction time was too fast. The shockwave alone rattled my hand for a second.

However, using Ki and Hamon in sync I dulled and healed the pain instantly. She paused there for a second, digesting that one for her strongest kick was blocked like that.

Yet she continued elbow, knee, spin kick—a flurry of savage blows.

I backstepped, channeled some cursed energy into my palm, and blocked her next strike with a flash. "Fast," I muttered. "But not smart."

Then Midnight's mist hit me from the back. My senses dulled instantly. Vision blurred. Breathing slowed and steady.

"Sleep, pretty boy," she whispered sultry and confidently, which shattered.

I roared, flaring Hamon wildly, burning away the toxin. But that second of delay was all Mountain Lady needed.

She grew mid-leap—massive. A skyscraper in motion.

Her palm slammed down. I rolled, but a shockwave flung me back across the floor like a ragdoll. No major injury at the moment.

A precise shot grazed my temple—Nagant, perched up high with her custom rifle. It was lethal.

Before I could recover, Ryukyu appeared before me in her dragon form. Claws gleaming. Her movements were graceful—like a dance designed to kill.

I activated a Hamon infused curse energy barrier around my body through a stance—a counter-barrier surged from my skin, clashing with Ryuko's claws in a spark of blue light.

We both staggered.

"Interesting," she said simply like others she also began to acknowledge me or so I thought from their Ki signature.

I was bleeding, panting, and laughing, reveling in the adrenaline rush. "This… this is fun." Because of Lilith and other monster girl training I have become a battle manic and enjoy pain during a battle

Mirko flew in again. This time I didn't block—I redirected, using her momentum to slam her into Mountain Lady's chin, earning a grunt from both yet Mt lady fainted. My battle sense and Ki reading were at peak helping me in close quarter duels.

Midnight cracked her whip, wrapping it around my ankle. "Down, boy."

But I pulled her in instead before she could even think of pulling, clashing head-first, my forehead reinforced with cursed energy against hers. She blinked, stunned.

"Cute trick," I whispered as she passed out instantly. "But I don't fall that easily."

"Four more two go." I muttered as both Kiara and Kara came flying from opposite directions at high speed, noticing both rabbit girl and sniper women ready for the widow, I stomped the ground to create a thick dirt smoke blinding them temporarily.

Taking a strong stance I clapped my hands erecting a rotational barrier using curse energy and hamon ready to take them all down instantly.

The barrier boosted both Kiara and Kara momentum even further, making them lose their control temporarily as curse energy and hamon was at play.

The twin hero screamed— from pain, as they both knocked each other out cold. "Two more left, that's all you got!"

The rabbit girl then kicked me from behind as her speed was ten times faster and somehow her explosion kick knocked me hundreds of meters back and planted me into a thick concrete wall.

When the light faded, I was kneeling. Steam rising. My shirt was half-ruined.

"Not bad," Mirko admitted, wiping blood from her shoulder which was bloody red. "How are you bleeding? I didn't do anything?"

'Oh perhaps my barrier launched or bounced off a sniper girl bullet toward her…' I thought of best case scenarios.

"I gave up!" Nagant said flatly. As she perhaps finished observing and speculation, my strength must have satisfied her criteria.

"I liked the screaming part," Midnight purred, waking up.

Kiara came out of her knocked state into the centre of the arena. "Result: complete. Power stable. Instinct is good. Control? Attitude Trash."

"Am I on the team?" I asked, coughing blood into my palm. As the rabbit took me off guard

"You're on probation," Kara winked. "Survive the next mission, and we'll talk about full membership."

Ryuko helped me up. She was the only one who didn't mock or insult me. Just offered a nod. "You have potential. But that power inside you… it's dangerous."

"I know." Before we departed, Kara handed me a thick, ominous folder filled with cryptic details.

"Rogue god-child spotted in Kyoto. Possible cult interference. You leave tomorrow. Try not to die."

I grinned, defiance burning bright in my eyes despite the pain coursing through me. "I thrive on challenges," I declared, a glint of excitement in my eyes.