Hi! Heichiro Ofuda here. To those who've read Death Row, Kent left me to manage this story alone. He'll be back once in a while.
Read the first Chapter of Second Chance!
Prologue
Three years ago, Gyumaoh was resurrected and the force known as Sanzo Ikkou was not there to stop it. Sonce then, Gyumaoh has expanded his evil into all the world. Most youkai terrorize human villages although there are many youkai that remain pure and kind.
Several months before Gyumaoh's resurrection, Heaven heard of the death of the Heretic. Around this time, three men arrived at a forest village, Jiyonku. One had an eyepatch over his right eye. Another didn't have a right arm and the last one wore clothes of a Buddhist monk. They stayed there and kept the village safe from the mad youkai. They were paid well for their services and were popular with the children.
After the death of the Heretic, Kanzeon Bosatsu, The Merciful Goddess, kept away from Homura and the other gods and goddesses. Near the time that Gyumaoh was resurrected, Kannon became active again on Earth, helping the sick or wounded. Still, many tried to end Gyumaoh's reign. Both humans and demons attempted to assassinate the demon Lord. None ever returned.
Rebirth
"These demons are too close for comfort."
A red-haired man said. He had a stump for a right arm and was using his left to wield a shakujo.
"Keep them away from him. You know he can't walk as well as he used to."
This time, it was a brown-haired man who had no right eye. He wore an eyepatch and fired chiblasts at the youkai.
"Right."
"How're you two holding up?"
The golden-haired man the two were referring two was wielding a revolver. He had bandages on the part of his feet that could be seen. He walked with a slight limp. He fired at the youkai left and right.
"We're fine." said the brown-haired man.
He then fired a large chi blast that blew all of the youkai away.
"Easy."
"Don't overdo it Hakkai." said the red-hair to the brown-haired man.
"You too Gojyo."
"Hey. You two. We'd better get back. It's not safe here. We might get ambushed."
"Right Sanzo."
Gojyo held Sanzo up a bit.
"Thanks Gojyo."
"Sure."
They walked back to the village where they were welcomed by the children.
"Mister Hakkai! How did it go?"
Hakkai looked at the child with an expressionless face.
"It was way too easy."
"Hey Sanzo, please give us a piggy back ride!"
The children clamored near Sanzo.
"Shut up! I'm tired."
The children were dejected. They went off home.
"I wonder why he has to be so mean."
"I wonder why you have to be so mean."
Hakkai had sat down on the couch.
"They were just kids."
"Yeah, Sanzo. You're so kind to us but those children always get shouts and glares from you."
Gojyo came from the kitchen with a glass of milk.
"We've all changed."
Sanzo sat down on a chair opposite Hakkai.
"Since his death Gojyo's stopped drinking and avoided women. He's also been quieter outside."
"True." commented Hakkai.
"You've been quieter too. and you lost your smile. All you have now is a blank face that seems to always be remembering something."
"You've changed yourself, priesty."
Gojyo finished his milk and sat down beside Hakkai.
"You've been nicer to us both and you hardly ever swear anymore. You smoke but only when it's the day that he..."
"Yeah."
"Gyumaoh's reign has brought nothing but disaster on the land."
Hakkai looked up at the ceiling as he said this.
"Without Goku, we had no chance. "
The next day, the three found themseles confronted by a villager.
"You've got to help my son. He went off into the forest. He's only three years old!"
"Alright. Gojyo, Hakkai, get ready."
Sanzo stood up suddenly then fell back with a loud cry.
"Sanzo!"
Hakkai ran to his side. He inspected the bandages on Sanzo's legs and found the area that was bleeding.
"Take it easy. Don't worry ma'am. We'll save him."
"By the way madam, what does he look like?"
Gojyo had returned from another room carrying bandages.
"He's got black hair and brown eyes."
"Okay."
Deep in the forest, the three were very quiet.
It's going to be difficult. I don't even know how long a three-year-old could survive in here.
Sanzo kept these thoughts to himself.
The three trudged on deeper into the forest listening for any sound. Soon, a distant cry was heard. They went as fast as they could towards the sound. The screams were now directly in front of them. The rushed to the spot. When they pushed through, the saw a child with black hair crying. The child was cornered by three wolves. However, this was nt the first thing they noticed.
"He..."
"Looks like..."
"GOKU!"
A gunshot rang out which killed the first wolf. The two then dispatched the other wolves. The child ran toward them and clung to Sanzo.
"Thank you mister thank you."
He looks exactly like Goku except for the black hair and brown eyes. Why is this kid... a spitting image?