I'm back on watching Kenichi for a third time, and you know what that means. New fanfiction time!

So here you go, a brand new fanfiction for Kenichi the mightiest disciple, born from my own brain. Here you go!

I do not own the rights to Kenichi the Mightiest Disciple.

Chapter 1

The Trial

As Tyler Winters heard the final bell ring to dismiss him from school, he was almost the first person out the door, feeling the wind blowing his shoulder length blonde hair around and forced him to brush it behind his ear. His hair was a lot different from a lot of other males hair, as it was messy, but didn't stick up in any places, such as the hair of the school's Prince Tanimoto. No Tyler's hair was long and blonde and fairly straight, if not a bit grungy looking. And as was the case of him walking out the doors on a windy day like this, it almost always got in his face, but a shake of the head, typically fixed that right up.

He slipped one arm out of the strap of his book bag as he left the school campus and was mostly free from the eyes of his fellow peers. Now he was free to move onto what he had been looking forward to all day long.

A chance to shed his school uniform and the innocence of being a school boy.

He slipped into a small alley where nobody hardly went and quickly shed his school uniform and changed into a pair of baggy jeans, black converse, and a red hoodie. He threw up the hood over his hair and rolled up the sleeves, leaving it unzipped a bit. He left the jacket unzipped a bit to show some of his chest and cool him off a bit. He picked his bag back up from the dirt after stuffing his clothes inside and left the campus completely.

A slow walk had Tyler quickly arriving at his first destination, the hideout of his boss, Tsuji. This had Tyler wondering what sort of mood the muscular male was in, because on this particular day, Tyler would be achieving a goal that Tsuji himself had wanted for quite some time. Tyler quickly reached the hideout, which wasn't much and not much time was spent in it. It mostly served as Tsuji's home and a place for him and the gang to train. It was just a warehouse.

Tyler approached the front gate and found it opening as soon as he reached it. The faces of the two other gang members were that of fondness toward Tyler.

"Achilles, you ready?" One of them said with a grin.

The other door man patted him on the back. "We're in the presence of the soon to be Ninth fist of Ragnarok, people!" He announced to the other lesser gang members who had gathered around a television.

Tyler grinned as they clapped and gave a graceful bow before he turned to the door men. "Where's Tsuji?"

The door man pointed toward a mountain of crates with a very silent tone and sort of a fearful expression. "He's been training harder than usual today."

"Mmm, I bet." He nodded as he patted the man on the shoulder and began walking toward Tsuji's area. "I'll go speak to him."

The blonde American made it past the other men, who glanced back at him with grave looks as if he were walking death row. As he saw the first punching bag he flipped his hood off and fixed his messy hair. Then he heard the frantic grunts and patting of Tsuji's heavy back which weighed a whopping two-hundred pounds, which only he or Tyler used.

His mop headed boss was only a few inches taller than Tyler, but he was much more muscular than him. As he watched Tsuji punch away at the bag, he realized just how much more aggressive his boss was than himself. Though he didn't exactly see that as a bad thing.

"Careful." Ty grinned as he pulled up a chair and leaned back in it. Tsuji halted and looked back, still panting from his work out. "The bag might hit back."

"Shut the hell up." He grunted, giving the bag another kick. "I can't believe they chose you to be the Ninth fist. First Valkyrie and now you."

"Yeah it's a tragedy ain't it?" He grinned. Tsuji grunted and continued his frustrated practice. "I guess you're just gonna have to keep up." He grinned, getting only a shake of the head from Tsuji. He sighed and shook his head. "You're at least gonna watch, right?"

"Maybe." He shook his head with a grunt.

"Well if I don't see you there." He grinned before standing up from his chair and backing away. "Make sure I never see you again." He saluted before leaving the warehouse.

"Say goodbye to the champ of Tsuji's gang!" The doormen chanted after opening the doors for him. "Achilles!"

The men chanted his name over and over as the blonde rolled his sleeved back up and threw his hood on, before he was well on his way to the Eight fist's hideout to begin his trial.

He plucked in his ear phones as he walked all lonely and silent. At least he could jam on his way there, so he immediately turned on the first song on his play list, which was actually quite perfect for the mood he was in.

Paint it Black, by the Rolling Stones.

Yes, even though he was surrounded by Japanese pop and hip hop, he had always considered himself an american hippie. He found himself completely lost in his music up until he finally reached the hideout and approached the two men at the door.

They stepped into his way with stern frowns at the approaching man. Tyler pulled out his ear phones and put them away before waving at them. "Achilles. Here for my trial."

"You're late, you know." One of them grunted, stepping out of his way.

"Fashionably late!" He grinned as he waved over his shoulder and entered the large crowd of Ragnarok members.

He looked up at the level above the fight circle and saw the shadowy eight fists observing them. One man was currently in the center, also taking a trial for the eight fists. The male was a good fighter and actually finished off his attackers rather quickly, holding his arms up like a champ.

"Anybody else?" He called out, daringly.

Tyler grinned and pulled his hood down as he passed through the crowd of men. "Challenge accepted!" He called out, removing his jacket and throwing it to the dirt.

"Achilles!" The first fist called out. "Glad you can finally join us, late."

Tyler took a graceful bow before turning to his opponent and holding out his arm. The man was already in a rather standard stance. Tyler waved the man towards himself, shaking his head. "Come on, poser."

"Fuck off!" The man called out, a little too confident, as Tyler was.

He charged at him, throwing a wide hook first, which was his first mistake. Tyler easily dodged it and landed a swift jab to his jaw, then stepped back as another hook came his way. Achilles counter attacked by landing a quick kick to his side, then another one to his knee. The man grunted and charged again, this time leading with a jab, but Tyler simply ducked underneath it, with a quick punch to his solar plexus, followed by a knee to his stomach upon standing.

His opponent stumbled back after the knee, but Tyler finished him off by tripping him onto his back and kicking him in the side of his jaw once he was down. Achilles circled around, after his quick victory and eyeballed all the other members of Ragnarok who looked ready to test him.

"I came here for a fight." Achilles grinned to his challengers in a daring fashion. "So why are all my opponents holding back?" He held out his arms.

This taunt served its purpose as at least six men surrounded him, but who knew how many from the crowd were spectators and how many were challengers, because Tyler honestly couldn't tell. The first person that was in front of him, Tyler stuck his foot straight out and kicked him in the mouth, then turned to his right and leaned to the right away from the man's punch while landing a swift counter jab to his jaw. He crossed with a hard Karate punch to the man's sternum.

Tyler was stopped as two men from behind grabbed him under his arms and held him there. However, Tyler let them hold him as Tyler kicked any opponent who was dumb enough to fall for it, which ended up being three, each of which got a quick kick to the face. Finally Tyler squeezed the arms of the men who were holding him and stomped on the foot of the one on the left, easing the grip from that same arm. Tyler slipped his left arm out and elbowed him in the face. Then he pulled his right arm with a hard jerk and pulled the other man in front of him, using him as a human shield for a kick that was coming his way.

Achilles snaked his arm out of the hold and jabbed him between the eyes before stomping his knee and tripping up several more attackers. Then he turned to the left and stuck his foot out sideways into someone's face, planted that foot, and did the same kick to an opponent to the right. He felt a heavy punch land on his back, but that opponent got an equally heavy back elbow to the face. A kick landed on Tyler's stomach, causing some wind to be knocked out, but not before Tyler could catch the foot and trip him up. He used the downed attacker's body as a foot stool as he kicked off his chest and jumped at another attacker with a flying punch right into a punch that landed on Tyler's chest.

He shrugged off the hit and took a step back, dodging a wild kick. Then Tyler jumped straight up, letting the opponent block the obvious attack, but once he landed he spun around an swung his foot up high, landing a spinning back kick to the man's face. Tyler took a step back and observed the downed opponents, only to realize that he had only been fighting the same six guys that whole time. Which meant the power in his attacks weren't all that great, but at least they were down.

Achilles faced the fists with no more apparent challengers in the crowd. He took a step forward and felt his ankle grabbed, but finished the man off with a kick to the face without even looking.

Slowclaps could be heard from one of the eight fists, though Tyler couldn't tell which one. He simply looked up after retrieving his jacket and throwing it over his shoulder.

"Well done Achilles." Odin nodded as the blonde folded his arms and looked up at them. "You would easily make a good ninth fist."

"Sorry." He shrugged with a grin. "But I'm not interested in being the ninth fist."

"Oh?" Replied the first fist. "Isn't that the reason you came here today?"

Ty grinned and shook before. "As I said before, all I want is to fight." He waved it off. "I have no interest in having anybody look up to me."

"Oh, but they already do, Achilles." Another voice butted in, the very noticeable and mischievous voice of Loki. "Your name is starting to carry weight within Ragnarok and word is Tsuji's gang feels invincible with you."

Tyler grinned and folded his arms. "Well doesn't that mean I should stay by their side then?" He said, looking up at the fists.

"Aren't you the one who apparently doesn't like fighting for other people?" Loki finally said.

Oh the forth fist was good.

Well played indeed.

It was very true that Tyler did not enjoy being a thug, no matter how his reputations was, in the end he was still Tsuji's lackey. He had to follow orders or be branded an enemy.

Tyler let out a sigh of defeat and nodded. "Well played, dickhead." He smirked then shrugged.

"Then do you accept, Achilles?" Odin said with an patient stare.

Tyler looked around at the other gang members who were all staring at him still, the pressure felt quite strong. Finally Tyler shrugged his shoulders. "Why the hell not?"

"Excellent." The first fist said, tossing down a pair of black gloves which Tyler caught with one hand and looked at the shiny roman numeral on the backs.

Tyler slipped them on and studied them admiringly. It actually felt quite nice to achieve such a ranking. With a wide smirk Tyler nodded up at the fists before turning around and pumping his right fist into the air, causing the gang members to cheer loudly.

A chant started, similar to the one at Tsuji's hideout, which seemed to have become the signature chant for the new ninth fist. "Achilles! Achilles! Achilles!"

"Alright!" Odin's voice filled the room and shut the swarm of thugs up. "That's enough." The men silenced and looked respectively up at the first fist. "Achilles is henceforth the ninth fist of Ragnarok. You are all expected to give him the utmost respect." He announced, hearing no sounds from down below, other than Tyler's obvious snickering and almost laughing at those words. Odin's fist finally waved. "You are all dismissed."

Tyler folded his arms with a smirk as the entire crowd of lackeys left, leaving nothing but silence in the room as Tyler climbed the stairs to approach the other eight fists.

"So." He spoke up as he approached them. "What now? I expect there's more to being a fist, other than giving orders?"

"Hmm." Odin grinned as he adjusted his glasses. He found is a bit humorous that Tyler cared so little for showing the eight fists any stiff respect. It was actually quite refreshing. "Of course there is. We're the best fighters, because we deal with the most skilled fighters. People normal lackeys can't handle."

"Oh, sweet." Tyler pumped his fist as he reached the top of the stairs. "I'm down. When do I start?"

"You'll wait." Spoke up a deep, and irritated voice. It came from the cloaked sixth fist, Hermit who looked away. "There's only really one issue we're dealing with right now, and they're mine."

"They?" Achilles raised a brow. "As in plural?"

"That's right." Hermit grunted before Odin butted in. "And don't get in my way. Don't forget we all know your weakness, Achilles."

Tyler waved it off and shook his head. "Whatever, man."

"I'm off!" Odin said as he stood up, followed by several of the other fists.

Tyler watched as they all left, one by one, leaving only Loki and the eight fist Valkyrie in their seats. However, Loki was quick to greet the new ninth fist. "Don't worry about him." He waved it off.

Tyler glanced with a smirk. "I'll keep that in mind."

"He's really fired up about our newest enemy." Loki explained. "They're called the Shimpaku alliance and they've been quite a pain in the ass to deal with lately. The main gang is nothing special, but there's one member who we're really interested in." Loki then turned away with a wide grin. "His name is Kenichi Shirahama and apparently he's quite a great fighter." Loki took a step toward the stairs before looking over his shoulder. "It would be quite a good fight, you know."

The fourth fist chuckled deviously before leaving the hideout. Tyler stopped as Valkyrie approached him and he let her go first down the stairs. "Shit, it's like I'm the new guy in a cell block or something."

"You'll get used to it kid." Valkrie said as they both trotted down the steps. "More importantly watch out for Loki. You didn't even notice him baiting you back there. Trying to get you to fight Shirahama despite Hermit's warning."

"Eh, I don't know." Tyler shrugged as they neared the exit. "I think it might have worked.

"Is that so?" She grinned, adjusting her cap as she stopped in her tracks. "Then in that case maybe you could help me with something." She looked out the door and all around then finally leaned closely in toward Tyler. "I'm planning to attack a friend of Shirahama's, but the kid will most definitely get in the way. So what do you say you deal with the kid for me so I can get that bimbo."

"Bimbo?" Tyler grinned and nodded. "Well now I kinda wanna fight her too."

"Shut the hell up, you perv." She shook her head. "You in or what?"

"Hell yeah." Tyler grinned widely. "Orders or not, I'm not falling for some alpha male bullshit. I'm fighting."

"Atta boy." She grinned and turned away, flicking him a small piece of paper with her phone number on it. "Text me your number and I'll let you know when it's on."

Tyler programmed it into his phone and leaned against the wall as the eighth fist walked away. Then with a wide grin he cupped his hand and called after her. "Hey does this mean I just got the eight fist's number?" He chuckled.

"Ugh, it's not like that you dumbass!" She turned and shouted back at him.

"I'm telling everyone!" Tyler called back daringly.

Valkrie turned around and stomped off, he couldn't tell if she was red in the face or not. "You better not." She grunted.

A little voice in the back of Tyler's head spoke to him as he stuffed his phone into his pocket. It told him that if he wasn't careful he'd end up pissing off the eight fists. Then another voice spoke to him and told him all that was nonsense and he was on his way back home for the night.

Training?

Nah.

Maybe a bag session or two. Today was a day worth celebration.

He couldn't wait till his father fell asleep for the night.

Alright. Now I know a new story and a new character can be a big change and kinda scary. It may be too early to ask for any input, but that's what I'm doing.

So from what you've just read I want you readers to tell me what you think of Mister Winters as Achilles!

Also I've not yet figured out who I want as the romantic interest for the story, but I'm definitely thinking I'd like to have someone who went well with Tyler's personality. So drop any candidates of your own in the reviews. Or you could vote for my candidates which are:

Kisara

Renka

Shigure

I know I've done a Shigure romance before, but she's my favorite so I can't say no. Anyway, drop your ideas in the reviews for me and I whoever gets the most votes will be the winner.