Disclaimer : Reading this Alternate Crossover Timeline will result in insanity, you have been warned.
Forenote :
For clarifications and disclaimer, the list of works used in this fanfiction (and modified into pre-and-ww2 time) are :
1) Ranma 1/2 and Urusei Yatsura by Rumiko Takahashi (the Imperial Japan side)
2) Tekken Chinmi and Kung Fu Tao by Takeshi Maekawa (the Chinese side)
*) May include passing remarks of Wong-Fei-Hung and co (he passed away in 1924)
In case of any of you wonder, yes, this is my crazy take on What If WW2 in Asia-Pacific scene are fought by Martial Artists instead of what happened OTL
Chapter 1 : The Plan
1932 - Tokyo
Countless people walked past the white ninja-clad young man as he patiently waited for his clue to appear, and apparently, they aren't even notice that this pelicular man stand on top of a restaurant's roof this night despite his garb should catch many attentions under the moonlight. The man looked toward a dao that he hid under his sleeve, before set his glance across the road to confirm that his partners, a long haired man and a diminutive old man already arrived to take their part in this scheme. And as he look toward them, nobody will suspect two Takoyaki vendors simply going home at this night after drinking too much.
And before long, the long haired Takoyaki vendor clumsily slammed his cart to the front door of a mansion, causing a minor commotion as the mansion's guards are yelling at him angrily. The diminutive old man riding on top of the cart fall to the ground and shout to his "son" for being careless.
"Baka..." the bandana clad man mumbled while fixing his facemask in front of his face, and with some silent leaps, he entered the mansion from the rooftop.
The man then silently slipped into the unlit sections of the hall, and look toward the two maids who preparing some foods in the kitchen. Women... He remembered his wife and son that should be safely sleep in their own home back there, but then, he hardened his heart because as distasteful as killing women, he take a look toward his target location and deduce that there's no other way.
"Forgive me Nodoka..." said the man while apparently just vanished from view, before suddenly reappears behind the maids who stayed blisfully unaware to him.
He quickly unseathe his dao, and before long, the two maids are fallen, dead with their heads no longer attached to their neck.
He knew the window of time is not that long, so without further ado he break the door to his target with a direct kick, much to his surprise, his target isn't alone, but apparently talking with a gaijin. And they came to a sudden halt with the gaijin looking deathly pale upon noticing the blood soaked garb of the assassin, while the target show a surprised face for a second before composing himself back and calmly speak to him.
"Who sent you?"
"Jiang Jieshi" said the assassin before closing the distance and behead the old man with his dao, to his surprise, the old man tries to lift the table to block his attack, but the assassin's power is much more than he expected, and his blade already lodged itself to the old man's side.
"You are no Chinese... If I could speak, you would understand..." said the old man.
"Dialogue is useless" said the assassin, now that he already blown his cover, withdrawing his blade before immediately following up with a thrust to the old man's heart, before following up with a decapitation strike. The old man's dead but his dao is now firmly lodged inside the overturned table that the old man futilely used as a makeshift shield.
He then look toward the pale gaijin who frozen in place with fear, and before he can said anything, the assassin grabbed his head with his bare hands.
"Charlie Chaplin..." Said the assassin with a broken english.
"W... Why... N... Nooo..." said Charlie Chaplin with terror in his face.
"I regret... This, but you missed the sumo match, forgive me." said the assassin before break the actor's neck with a twist of his hand.
Now, its escape time, said the assassin to no one in particular while he hit the room's pillar with such force that the mansion's roof fall with a loud creak. and with this clue, the takoyaki vendor suddenly unseathe a dao knife and kill the guards around him, while the diminutive old man jump on top of the rooftop, throwing some chinese firecrackers that temporarily blind the unlucky passerbies.
The assassin jumped out from the fallen house on top of the rooftop, following the diminutive old man who move too fast to be perceptible by most untrained men, and behind him, the fake takoyaki vendor closely following them.
"Tell Commander that our mission is a success, Inukai Tsuyoshi is dead..." said the assassin.
"And Charlie Chaplin?" asked the takoyaki vendor.
"Dead, he is a witness so I must kill him."
"Damn... You killed my favourite actor Genma!"
" Stay focus and back to our ship!" Said the diminutive old man.
"Yes Master" said both of the young man before focus back on their escape route.
1935 - Kodoha Headquarter
In a traditional Japanese Dojo near a deserted coast, a group of men hold a meeting. While they're wearing Imperial Japanese Navy uniforms, those aren't the standard uniform. And while there's no clear hostility between them, some of those men openly brandishing their weapons in the presence of several high-ranked admirals and officers. And furthermore, the amount of sake present in this meeting are clearly too much compared with the usual Imperial Japan Navy meeting... but still...
"And that close our report from Manchukuo border, the target is already on our sight, we should strike now when they are divided, we cannot risk them to unite and turn the tide against us. We should crush the Shaolin agitators before they suceeded in turning our Joketsuzoku[1] allies against us and end up too strong for us to defeat." said an ugly looking, scruffy officer who wear a standard Lieutenant-rank uniform of IJN along with a wet towel on his shoulder.
"Be patient Lieutenant Fujinami, we all know that the Joketsuzoku's loyalty lies in Emperor Kangde, and the Emperor hates the Shaolinshi and the nationalists more than anything. As long as we keep a respectful facade toward Manchukuo, they won't betray us in the open." said a diminutive old man in oversized Rear Admiral uniform after inhaling a huff from his pipe.
"I'm afraid Lieutenant Fujinami could be right Happosai sensei. While Joketsuzoku backed Manchukuo should be enough to keep the Kuomintang at bay, the lack of international recognitions, especially after the Lytton report was adopted, only fuels disloyalty for those who did not have personal reason against Kuomintang in favor of united China." said the highest ranked man present at this meeting.
"Oh boy... of course it must be considered Admiral Yamamoto..." said Happosai.
"And remember that technically, Manchukuo is under the protection of the Imperial Army, it is a minor matter when we're officially tend the ships and the ports, it's another matter altogether if we're there to personally cull possible traitors inside the Joketsuzoku." said Admiral Yamamoto.
"Why can't we just go there in force, and said to our Army comrades that we're lost our way and just happened to end up in Joketsuzoku strongholds?" asked a middle aged Commander who wear a yellow and black speckled bandanna, and has small fangs appear whenever he speaks.
"Commander Hibiki, I will repeat this no more, while your skills and power are enermous asset to our Imperial Navy, your complete lack of directional sense are not! And we cannot afford being seen as idiots who let you to led a taskforce who should've shadowing American movements in pacific and end up in Manchuria instead!" said Admiral Yamamoto while massaging his temple.
"Speaking of which, what about our spy in Hawaii?" asked an aristocratic-looking Vice Admiral who seems to be a bit obsessed about his katana since he constantly polish it with silk clothes despite the gold-plated katana is already very shiny.
"You mean Special Agent Kunou? Codenamed 'The Principal' yes? He's still in Hawaii with his barbershop, the Americans suspect nothing more other than concern about our aggression against China." said a long haired, mustachioed man who wear his captain uniform with some traditional samurai armor, complete with Naginata behind him.
"The usual order then, and tell him that randomly assassinating Americans with explosive pineapples and hair clippers, even when he isn't caught... yet... only serve to make American more wary about us." said Admiral Yamamoto.
"Worried enough that marines stationed at Pearl Harbor refuse to eat any pineapples." Snickered a white-bandanna clad, bespectacled middle aged man in what looks like captain uniform, only hidden behind a white gi.
"Alright, so back to our problems between Joketsuzoku and Shaolinshi... and the Chinese Nationalists without antagonizing our Imperial Army compatriots. We need a group of supremely trained martial artists who has complete loyalty toward the Chrysanthemum Throne, as well as his Imperial Navy, to slip behind the lines and investigate the rumours of Shaolin peace fellers toward the Joketsuzoku." said Admiral Yamamoto solemnly.
"Supremely trained martial artists you say?" asked the white-bandanna clad captain.
"Only a small group, so they won't set off alarm among every other factions present in Manchuria, especially the Joketsuzoku. We cannot afford them to desert our cause and joined ranks with the Kuomintang and Shaolinshi. And I'm afraid we cannot afford to sent you, gentlemen. I have a complete trust in your skills, but your faces is mostly well known among the Imperial Japanese Army... one wrong step and they could think we're trying to purge them instead." said Admiral Yamamoto.
"Meh, like the useless old dog I got rid of three years ago?" said the white-bandanna clad captain.
"Genma, quiet!" said the samurai-armor clad captain.
"You... You killed Charlie Chaplin!" said Lieutenant Fujinami while pointing his fingers toward Captain Genma Saotome.
"Come on you young'uns, it's all open secret already in our circle, that we are the one who truly get rid of Inukami." said Happosai.
"Charlie Chaplin is an unfortunate collateral damage, now back to the task at hand... anyone has any ideas?" asked Admiral Yamamoto.
"Of course, we could sent our sons instead... sounds good yes?" said Genma Saotome.
"Just promise me that your sons didn't end up completely screwing our plans, yes I'm aware about their power, but still..." said Admiral Yamamoto.
"You have our words, the Mutsabesu Kakuto Ryu[2] can adapt for any tasks with perfection..." said Happosai.
Admiral Yamamoto just nod a bit, all while thinking "I have bad feelings about this."