Three drunken sunburnt Australian tourists were holidaying in Tokyo. They staggered down the back alleys of the city in the dark looking for a place to drink their box of Asahi beer they bought at the liquor discount store. They found a park with a decent patch of trees to sit under. They subconsciously looked for the spot that would be the shadiest, for when they woke up from their drunken state in the morning. There was a group of about three trees close together near a wall of old grey bricks that seemed to be holding up the side of a hill. They sat down under the trees and one of them turned his smart phone on full volume, playing ACDC's It's a Long Way to the Top If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll. One of them noticed an old steel door on the brick wall.
"Hey Davo, what do ya reckon is in there?" Asked Gazza.
"Ya Mum!" said Davo.
"Hahaha but nah really what's in there?"
"Why don't you just bloody open it?" Wayne exclaimed.
The three of them walked closer to the door, with the music still blasting. Gazza pulled on the handle and tried to open it. He also tried to push it. It was locked. Wayne gestured for him to get out of the way. He kicked it with all his strength and the lock broke easily and the door fell to the ground with a thud.
It was an ancient underground room that looked a bit like a cave. They had to walk a few metres through a hallway to access it. There was an old shelf of books on the right side, covered in dust and years of cobwebs. On the left there were jars of herbs and other preserved items that looked as if they belonged in a horror film. In the centre there was an old misshapen stone that probably used to be a rectangular altar. At the back of the room there was a wooden trapdoor that had been there for years and it had started to rot a long time ago.
"It smells like shit in here!"Gazza shouted.
"Nah mate it's mould and dust." Wayne explained.
"I think we better get out of here I'm feelin' serious bad vibes!" Davo said passively.
"Don't be a bloody wuss!" Gazza replied.
Their voices echoed loudly through the chamber.
Unbeknownst to them, the legendary sorcerer Yasunori Kato was lying dormant under the trapdoor. He was a descendant of the ancient people who had originally inhabited the Kanto region before the Yayoi Period. His anger and hatred towards the people of Tokyo for building their profane city on the graves of his ancestors had festered within him. Therefore when he was killed in battle in the first Sino-Japanese war, he did not truly die, he became an immortal oni sorcerer.
Kato's eyes snapped open. He heard loud voices above him. He knew they were speaking English as he had heard and seen British officers conversing when he was mortal. However these voices were extremely nasal and hurt his ears. It sounded like they were playing music but to him it just sounded like noise and screeching. He knew he had been in this slumber for a number of years as he felt extremely stiff and had a pounding headache. He knew he must get rid of these unwelcome intruders.
The drunks heard a thump noise. Suddenly the room started shaking violently. By a strange coincidence, the song changed over to the next one in the ACDC playlist, Hell's Bells. The trapdoor flew open and the shaking stopped. A man in an old fashioned military cape and uniform flew upwards out of the trapdoor and landed perfectly on his feet in front of them. He stared at the tourists angrily.
"Hahahaha are you dressed for one of those Japanese cartoon conventions mate? You look fuckin' ridiculous." Wayne exclaimed with an air of arrogance.
"What are you bastards doing in here? Get out!" Kato shouted in archaic Japanese.
"Speak English!" Gazza shouted back.
Kato glared back and put his gloved right hand forward with his thumb and forefinger almost meeting in an almost pointing gesture. He was preparing a spell. Gazza being taller than Kato, walked towards him and glared at him directly while maintaining eye contact downwards and invaded his personal space. Gazza's shoulders and chest were puffed out in a display of alpha male dominance. Gazza's body odour reeking of alcohol and summer sweat just made Kato angrier.
"That's not such a good idea Gazza." Warned Davo.
"You wanna fight cunt?" Gazza said to Kato's face in the most nasal low class voice one could ever possibly hear.
Kato used a massive blast wave of invisible energy to knock the men outside into the park. It knocked them so far back they almost landed on the road. He levitated upwards and out of the door. The drunken tourists managed to lift themselves up, despite hurting all over and saw Kato's eyes glowing red. They screamed and stumbled away as fast as they could, falling over a few times in the process.
Kato didn't bother going after them, his head hurt too much. He floated back into his chamber and sat on the altar. He wondered how long he had been asleep and why Caucasians had showed up in his side of town. He had been defeated a number of years ago, and he knew there was no point in trying to destroy Tokyo again. He didn't quite know what to do with himself. He had to find some other way to get revenge.