Drunk people always dreamed. Sogo Doma had a strange dream: he dreamed that a tiger, despite being an animal, didn't run away when it saw him. Instead, it pounced.
"Bam!" Sogo showed no mercy to the animal that had challenged him and threw a straight punch at it.
The tiger even knew how to fight. It struck a defensive pose and took several steps back, managing to block the punch.
Now it'll run away, right? Sogo thought.
"Roar!" But the tiger suddenly let out a roar and charged again. It was fast and fierce—no wonder people said tigers were mighty. Sogo wasn't fazed in the slightest. He shifted to the side, and the tiger pounced at empty air. Then he guided it along with the motion, sending it flying under its own momentum.
"Hmph. Pathetic." Sogo snorted and headed off to explore other parts of his dream.
But the tiger seemed to have developed a spirit of its own. It ran on two legs, then launched itself into a slide tackle from far away, as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning. A tank happened to be passing by. The tiger swept it with its tackle, sending it straight into the sky. But the tank was just collateral damage. Its real target was Sogo!
Sogo's gaze sharpened. He could see the force hidden behind that slide tackle. It was like a massive wave surging up from the ocean—a natural disaster!
Luckily, Sogo had once learned how to shield the ball. He couldn't do it as well as Henry, but he could just about defend himself and counterattack against a slide tackle like this. So he merely nudged the nonexistent soccer ball at his feet and waited, concentrating fully for the tackle to come.
Whoosh!
The tiger's slide tackle