Katsuo Fujioka sighed looking over Nerima.
Katsuo was middle-aged but still physically fit, his body lean and sculpted by years of hard training. His long spiky black hair going down his back as it had since he'd been a teenager. He was described often as wild looking, with a sort of untamed look about him that tended to put people on edge. His black gi was accented with a silver symbol on the back, one that depicted a hound standing proudly.
He never liked the city, and the return to Tokyo had been even more annoying, but unfortunately he had no choice, the cities notable demon activity making the city hard to ignore.
Tokyo's demon activity dwarfed any other city in Japan. Then there was the more personal matter that had drawn him to this district in general.
As if on cue a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"You sure this is the right place old man?" His Niece asked for what had to be the third time.
Two teenagers stood to his side.
The first was his niece, Yasu Fujioka, his brother's only daughter, and the last family Katsuo had. She had long straight black hair that ran down her back and had what could be considered a petite build. She wore red martial arts slacks and black slippers, a white tank top under a long sleeved black cotton kungfu shirt. Her grey eyes showing her annoyance as she stood waiting for them to leave.
The second, one Ryoichi Maeda, was a tall boy that looked much like what a stereotypical japanese punk would look like. Black pants and a white shirt with an unbuttoned jacket over it. He had short dark orange hair that was left unkempt, and was currently slouching against the wall to a store. The shopkeeper overtly keeping an eye on the boy to make sure he didn't cause trouble.
"Nerima, Tokyo, supposedly the Tendo dojo is here somewhere." He repeated. Looking around. The streets seemed to be lined with shops, most of which were seemingly normal, though a few had items that made him raise an eyebrow. Low quality magical items seemed intermixed with the mundane. "Saotome isn't exactly easy to track down, had to call in a favor to get this close." He continued.
"Why you so keen on finding this Saotome guy anyways." His male charge asked.
"His son is the one i'm interested in, supposed to be a great martial artist, besides Genma and I have an arrangement that I need to talk to him about." his niece looked up at that, knowing full well what that arrangement was, He was still surprised she was willing to go along with this, but then he never would understand teenagers.
"Tch yeah, maybe I'll have to see that for myself."
Yasu rolled her eyes, she'd gotten used to Ryo's boasting but the boy still knew how to get on her nerves. She looked over, realizing something for the first time. "Hey, what happened to Ito?" She asked. The short teenaged swordsman being nowhere to be seen, despite having been with them upon arrival to Tokyo, and even up to just prior to the current conversation.
"Probably went off to check things out on his own, he'll find us."
He knew his third charge too well to think anything different. The boy was fierce with a sword, and one of the best trackers he'd ever seen, able to trace people's ki from long distances.
Then there was his "unique" heritage…. "
"I've heard there were some good fighters around here, might just make things interesting." Ryoichi said, seeming eager to start trouble already.
"Try not to pick any fights yet, we'll be staying here for awhile." Katsuo noticed a distant sound, an older man's voice by the sound of it, repeating a familiar phrase.
"What a haul! What a haul!" He raised an eyebrow, his mind already reaching the conclusion of who it could be.
"Find the dojo, I'll meet you later." He instructed, satisfied when his niece went in the opposite direction as the legendary pervert.
Happosai let out a laugh as he bounded up the street, his newly acquired undergarments slung over his shoulder in a large sack as the mob tried in vain to catch him.
They were certainly determined as,the pervert had learned, after all they'd already chased him several kilometers, and showed no sign of giving up.
The old man was otherwise a bit disappointed in the crowd, after all none had even gotten close to stopping him. Well, at least he'd gotten some nice prizes for his collection from the group.
Happosai was too preoccupied thinking about his precious collection, and all the new additions he would make to it, to notice the sudden danger approaching him until it was too late.
The punch intercepted him in midair, sending the aged pervert flying into the roof of a nearby home. The aged pervert dusted himself off as he stood. Annoyance evident on his face at the fact someone was ruining his fun. His first assumption was it would be Ranma, the brat did like to interrupt him often enough after all. Of course the ki was different from Saotome's or any of his friends.
That meant this was a different nuisance. The aged pervert glared at the ingrate only to pause as he recognized the features of the boy.
It had been decades since the two had met of course, but Happosai's suspicions were confirmed as soon as the man in the black gi opened his mouth.
"Getting slow, aren't you sensei?" The man was smirking, but only one of his students ever actually referred to him as sensei, with Soun and Genma preferring the label of Master.
"Well well, Katsuo m'boy come to visit your old master?." Happosai said the name with a pause considering something. He glanced over at where he'd landed to see his sack had landed intact. The attack hadn't really done any damage to happosai himself of course, though he did not that the Fujioka hadn't shirked his training. Unlike his other worthless disciples, Soun and Genma's failing had been irking the old man for some time.
It was one of the reasons he'd made Ranma his heir instead, the boy had to be the most talented fighter he'd ever met at that young age. Of course Happosai had other pupils in the past, Soun and Genma simply being two of his more recent attempts to pass down the art.
"You wish old man, I've got business with Saotome….heard you were dead." Katsuo looked down as the mob seemed to disperse, having lost sight of the target of their ire. "I see you've been busy."
"Nonsense m'boy, not while the world is so full of silky darlings!" The pervert declared, Katsuo rolled his eyes. "And I suppose you're here for other reasons as well?" The pervert asked, returning to seriousness. It was unusual for any of his disciples to seek him out. Though he was on better terms with Katsuo Fujioka than most of his other disciples he had been no exception to this.
"You're right, we need to talk…" The demon hunter's voice turned serious, rather than the somewhat lighter tone he'd been using previously.
Happosai considered the man before him before nodding.
Yasu glanced after her uncle as he disappeared, jumping to a nearby rooftop before disappearing. "So much for not drawing attention to ourselves." She muttered to herself.
Ryoichi looked around, noticing that few people seemed to react to the superhuman feat and those that did seemed to only react by shrugging it off.
"They must get a lot of weirdos around here, everybody's acting like that was normal."
"Probably used to those fighters you were talking about." She commented, before taking out a phone to look at the map of the area. Unfortunately she couldn't find the place online and thus decided to ask the shopkeeper eying Ryoichi.
"Excuse me, we're looking for the Tendo Dojo."
"Take the turn over there, when you reach the canal go right, keep going and you'll see the place." The shopkeeper answered, eager to get the troublemaker away from his shop. The fact that they were looking for that place only reaffirmed that image in his mind. Last thing he needed was some martial arts duel tearing his shop apart.
Yasu thanked the man, turning to the direction the man pointed and starting down that way only to see that Ryoichi had failed to follow.
"You heard him right, come on."
Ryoichi shook his head. "Think I'll pass." He said, turning in the other direction. "The old man can find me later, this dojo crap sounds boring as hell." He continued, putting his hands behind his head as he walked off, looking for all the world like a typical high school delinquent.
Yasu rolled her eyes sighing before deciding it wasn't worth the effort of dragging the boy with her.
Instead she turned and began following the directions she was given as Ryoichi went in the other direction.
Ryoichi was disappointed so far, he hadn't seen anyone interesting yet, and this place looked boring, he hadn't seen anything interesting yet.
"Hey, my bag!" a girl yelled, prompting the delinquent to look over as a teenage boy ran in his direction with the bag in question in hand. Ryoichi simply waited for the boy to try to pass by him before his foot shot out, knocking the would-be thief down as his feet were knocked out from under him. Ryoichi caught the bag, which had been abandoned mid fall and sent flying into the air on it's descent back down. He shot the girl it belonged to a smirk as the would be thief found his feet and ran off.
That was when a hand picked him up by the collar, and Ryo found himself face to face with a bandana clad boy.
Ryoga Hibiki was lost, which wasn't abnormal for him, as he continued his unending journey from one destination to another. He was trying to make his way back to the home of his girlfriend Akari at the moment, only to have heard a girl cry out as her bag was stolen.
It took him a minute to orient himself to where the sound came from, but once in sight he could already tell what was happening. A delinquent boy with dyed orange hair held a bag that obviously belonged to the schoolgirl nearby, he was giving some kind of condescending smirk, and Ryoga felt rage building up.
The fang-toothed boy had never liked bullies, and it was obvious this delinquent was just the type to rob an innocent girl. Ryoga grabbed the guy by the collar, ready to give the bastard a beating.
Ryoichi gave the bandana guy an amused look, dropping the bag onto the ground and slipping his hands into his pockets as he considered the boy in front of him. "Help ya with something?" He asked.
"How dare you rob an innocent girl like that."
Ryoichi considered correcting the guy but then paused, realizing that there was more to this goof than met the eye, he definitely was stronger than he looked that was for sure.
"And what're ya gonna do about it pal?" He grabbed the hand of the guy, still clutched around the collar of his shirt.
Ryoga had been ready to met out deserved punishment to the punk only to suddenly find himself airborne as the guy used leverage to throw him his over away using a notably well performed throw.
Ryoga landed on his feet, but the throw had created some distance between him and his opponent.
That was fine, the Hibiki boy was a martial artist, surely there was no way he could lose to some street punk.
Yasu looked over the dojo that had been the focus of her search.
The Tendo dojo, home of the Tendo School of Anything goes martial arts, whatever that meant, was actually rather large property considering its location in Tokyo. A sign saying to use the back door to engage in savage combat prompted an eyeroll, it sounded like the type of thing Ryo would like.
The house itself seemed rather large, not even considering the outdoor area or the dojo, it was largely of an old fashioned traditional style, likely an older building passed through generations.
Yasu knocked on the front door, deciding that starting a fight probably wouldn't help her right now.
A young woman with brunette hair dressed in a rather conservative dress answered the door.
"Oh hello? How can I help you." THe woman asked.
"Er….Im looking for someone named Saotome Genma…."
"Oh my, please come in, Mr Saotome should be home soon."
AN-
Well finally got around to writing more things. I'm sure i dont need to point out where this is going, but I've gotten some ideas for this story that I can't fit into my other stories without disrupting plot. I do need to work on other stories, but it may take longer than expected.
Takes place somewhere post manga most likely, though at the moment I am trying to avoid giving specifics on the timeframe.
kinda rushed with editing (read: just did spelling grammar check) so...meh but whatever.