G-Gundam: Neo-Korea
By: FanFictioner-2019
I do not own any part of G-Gundam what-so-ever. That's right, zippo, zilch, nonya (darn..)
Summary: Tsung Tsu Jung of Neo-Korea, one of the many fighters, has entered a Gundam Battle for his first time. Unknowingly, he will discover his most inner feelings, and his true powers.
Rated: R for later chapters.
On a hot, sunny day in Japan, a figure walks through crowds, black hair, brown eyes, brown shirt, black paints, a black belt tied around his waist, and black shoes. As many various people walk by, smiles and laughter upon them, he is not like the others. He does not smile, he has not gotten to laugh, he just travels the world, journeying for enjoyment; or that's what's speculated.
This man, is named Tsung Tsu Jung, and he is an aspiring Gundam Fighter from Neo-Korea, like some others he knows. Silently, Tsung walks on, not paying attention to the man ahead of him.
The two bump into eachother, then step back and glare at eachother, in sort of challenging way.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" The two men exclaim as they both put of fists. Just then, Tsung looks at the man he is scowling at, a man with black hair shoulder length, a brown shirt with a red bandanna, black pants and black shoes, like him.
"Domon.Kasshu?" Tsung asks the man as he steps back, a smirk upon his face and a serious look upon his eyes.
"Yes, that would be me. And you are?" Domon asks Tsung as he too stands upright.
"Oh, I'm Tsung Tsu Jung, of Neo-Korea. But, you can call me Mike, my American name." Tsung says as he puts a hand out to greet him.
"Nice to meet you. An aspiring Gundam Fighter I suppose?" Domon asks Mike as he shakes his hand.
"Yeah, you guessed right. I think you met some other Neo-Korea fighters.what were their names? I cannot seem to recall them." Mike mumbles as he scratches his head.
"Erin Lee's a girl from Neo-Korea. I don't know anymore than that." Domon says as he nods.
"Yes! That was her name! Ha, I knew you'd seen her. Too bad I haven't talked to her in a long time." Mike states as him and Domon start to walk together.
While the two walk, a pair of eyes watches constantly, jumping from trees and rooftops, binoculars in hand, just to watch the two. The figure chuckles to himself once or twice, then again jumps to another rooftop or tree. His routine is constant, until finally Domon and Tsung (Mike) stop.
"Well, this is camp." Domon says as he looks to a boat.
"Nice camp. Oh well, see ya." Mike says as he does a Martial Arts punch at Domon, but not hitting him.
"Yeah, see ya." Domon says as he too, does a Martial Arts punch, lightly colliding with Mike's, the two fists locked together, knuckle to knuckle.
Mike turns, and starts heading off, the wind blowing in his hair. A slow breath is released from his mouth, while behind him a familiar young woman by the name of Rain Mikamura comes out of the boat, smiling.
"Who was your friend, Domon?" Rain asks Domon as she turns to him.
"His name was Tsung Tsu Jung, but you can call him Mike." Domon mutters as he smiles, and watches the man disappear.
Later, at 12:00 Midnight, Tsung is walking through the night, city lights reflecting onto him, and his coat now hung over his shoulder, arm carrying it. He then stops, as a grim looking man approaches him, just after coming down from a building. The man's eyes red, his fists clasped, as if to throw a punch.
"Hey, are you Tsung Tsu Jung, of Neo-Korea?" The man asks as he walks forward.
"Yeah, I am. What of it?" Tsung asks in a loud tone, ready to fight if he has to.
"Wanna have a Gundam battle? Here? Now?" The man mutters as he grins.
"Why? It would prove nothing. I would lose." Tsung says as he sighs.
"You don't know that. I feel something, something deep within you that wants to fight." The man states.
"Fine, just stop annoying me. Angel X Gundam, RISE!" Tsung yells.
Out of the water, comes a large Gundam, with gargantuan angel wings, and two beam sabers on each side of it's hips. A beam cannon also rests on its back, and two flaps closed on its shoulders, hiding something. Tsung smiles and jumps backwards, being lifted into it.
Painstakingly, he is pushed through the rubber suit and finally arises in the battle part of the Gundam, a 360 degree vision surrounding him. Meters beep and screens appear, indicating his current condition.
"Gundam fight all set!" Tsung yells as he gets into a Tae Kwon Do first stance.
The man too enters his Gundam, the Neros Gundam. The Gundam is the same, piloted by the now familiar Michelo Chariot.
"Ready, GO!" Michelo yells out as he jumps towards the Angel X Gundam.
"You know that the one who attacks first is usually the one.to LOSE!" Tsung exclaims as he sidesteps and snap kicks the Neros Gundam in the gut. A loud yell on the intercom is heard, as the Neros Gundam falls on it's stomach, to the ground.
"I laugh at you, pitiful fool." Tsung says as he laughs.
Neros Gundam suddenly jumps up, it's legs glowing.
"SILVER LEG!" Michelo screams out as he side kicks Angel X Gundam. A dent is created into the side of Tsung's Gundam, as he falls down onto both knees, hurt and breathing heavily.
"Didn't..expect that Michelo..AHH!" Tsung yells as he is pounded by the same attack over and over.
The pounding continues, loud crashes heard throughout the city, as people start rushing towards the battle. Soon, Domon and Rain also join the crowd, watching silently, both worried.
"I can't keep this.up. I will soon lose I guess." Mike says as he gasps for air, still be pounded.
"Ha, ha! Who's laughing now, fool!" Michelo exclaims as he stops kicking, thinking that the match is over.
"Never let your guard DOWN!" Tsung exclaims as his hair glares upwards, his whole body engulfed in a red aura.
Angel X is also red, getting up, hands into a strike position. With no hesitation, Angel X dashes forward, grabs Neros Gundam and throws it into the air.
"Time for your loss! FLARING RED SLASH!" Tsung yells out as he pulls out one beam saber. The saber gets larger and larger, until finally it's so heavy that Tsung can barely lift it. He then jumps into the air, and slashes downward, the sheer weight of the saber slashing the Neros Gundam in half. After that, Tsung falls unconscious from the power of his attack.
Shortly after, he realizes he is inside the boat in which Rain and Domon reside. His eyes open slowly, as he sees Rain Mikamura standing over him.
"Wow, that was some fight. And you sure got your side affected too." Rain states as she stands upright after leaning over him.
Mike sets up and looks at his now naked up-half, a large strip of bandage wrapped around his side.
"Thanks for the support.you..you seem different." Mike mutters.
"Why?" Rain asks curiously.
"No reason..no reason at all."
Sore de wa...Gundam Fight! Ready? Go!
I do not own any part of G-Gundam what-so-ever. That's right, zippo, zilch, nonya (darn..)
Summary: Tsung Tsu Jung of Neo-Korea, one of the many fighters, has entered a Gundam Battle for his first time. Unknowingly, he will discover his most inner feelings, and his true powers.
Rated: R for later chapters.
On a hot, sunny day in Japan, a figure walks through crowds, black hair, brown eyes, brown shirt, black paints, a black belt tied around his waist, and black shoes. As many various people walk by, smiles and laughter upon them, he is not like the others. He does not smile, he has not gotten to laugh, he just travels the world, journeying for enjoyment; or that's what's speculated.
This man, is named Tsung Tsu Jung, and he is an aspiring Gundam Fighter from Neo-Korea, like some others he knows. Silently, Tsung walks on, not paying attention to the man ahead of him.
The two bump into eachother, then step back and glare at eachother, in sort of challenging way.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" The two men exclaim as they both put of fists. Just then, Tsung looks at the man he is scowling at, a man with black hair shoulder length, a brown shirt with a red bandanna, black pants and black shoes, like him.
"Domon.Kasshu?" Tsung asks the man as he steps back, a smirk upon his face and a serious look upon his eyes.
"Yes, that would be me. And you are?" Domon asks Tsung as he too stands upright.
"Oh, I'm Tsung Tsu Jung, of Neo-Korea. But, you can call me Mike, my American name." Tsung says as he puts a hand out to greet him.
"Nice to meet you. An aspiring Gundam Fighter I suppose?" Domon asks Mike as he shakes his hand.
"Yeah, you guessed right. I think you met some other Neo-Korea fighters.what were their names? I cannot seem to recall them." Mike mumbles as he scratches his head.
"Erin Lee's a girl from Neo-Korea. I don't know anymore than that." Domon says as he nods.
"Yes! That was her name! Ha, I knew you'd seen her. Too bad I haven't talked to her in a long time." Mike states as him and Domon start to walk together.
While the two walk, a pair of eyes watches constantly, jumping from trees and rooftops, binoculars in hand, just to watch the two. The figure chuckles to himself once or twice, then again jumps to another rooftop or tree. His routine is constant, until finally Domon and Tsung (Mike) stop.
"Well, this is camp." Domon says as he looks to a boat.
"Nice camp. Oh well, see ya." Mike says as he does a Martial Arts punch at Domon, but not hitting him.
"Yeah, see ya." Domon says as he too, does a Martial Arts punch, lightly colliding with Mike's, the two fists locked together, knuckle to knuckle.
Mike turns, and starts heading off, the wind blowing in his hair. A slow breath is released from his mouth, while behind him a familiar young woman by the name of Rain Mikamura comes out of the boat, smiling.
"Who was your friend, Domon?" Rain asks Domon as she turns to him.
"His name was Tsung Tsu Jung, but you can call him Mike." Domon mutters as he smiles, and watches the man disappear.
Later, at 12:00 Midnight, Tsung is walking through the night, city lights reflecting onto him, and his coat now hung over his shoulder, arm carrying it. He then stops, as a grim looking man approaches him, just after coming down from a building. The man's eyes red, his fists clasped, as if to throw a punch.
"Hey, are you Tsung Tsu Jung, of Neo-Korea?" The man asks as he walks forward.
"Yeah, I am. What of it?" Tsung asks in a loud tone, ready to fight if he has to.
"Wanna have a Gundam battle? Here? Now?" The man mutters as he grins.
"Why? It would prove nothing. I would lose." Tsung says as he sighs.
"You don't know that. I feel something, something deep within you that wants to fight." The man states.
"Fine, just stop annoying me. Angel X Gundam, RISE!" Tsung yells.
Out of the water, comes a large Gundam, with gargantuan angel wings, and two beam sabers on each side of it's hips. A beam cannon also rests on its back, and two flaps closed on its shoulders, hiding something. Tsung smiles and jumps backwards, being lifted into it.
Painstakingly, he is pushed through the rubber suit and finally arises in the battle part of the Gundam, a 360 degree vision surrounding him. Meters beep and screens appear, indicating his current condition.
"Gundam fight all set!" Tsung yells as he gets into a Tae Kwon Do first stance.
The man too enters his Gundam, the Neros Gundam. The Gundam is the same, piloted by the now familiar Michelo Chariot.
"Ready, GO!" Michelo yells out as he jumps towards the Angel X Gundam.
"You know that the one who attacks first is usually the one.to LOSE!" Tsung exclaims as he sidesteps and snap kicks the Neros Gundam in the gut. A loud yell on the intercom is heard, as the Neros Gundam falls on it's stomach, to the ground.
"I laugh at you, pitiful fool." Tsung says as he laughs.
Neros Gundam suddenly jumps up, it's legs glowing.
"SILVER LEG!" Michelo screams out as he side kicks Angel X Gundam. A dent is created into the side of Tsung's Gundam, as he falls down onto both knees, hurt and breathing heavily.
"Didn't..expect that Michelo..AHH!" Tsung yells as he is pounded by the same attack over and over.
The pounding continues, loud crashes heard throughout the city, as people start rushing towards the battle. Soon, Domon and Rain also join the crowd, watching silently, both worried.
"I can't keep this.up. I will soon lose I guess." Mike says as he gasps for air, still be pounded.
"Ha, ha! Who's laughing now, fool!" Michelo exclaims as he stops kicking, thinking that the match is over.
"Never let your guard DOWN!" Tsung exclaims as his hair glares upwards, his whole body engulfed in a red aura.
Angel X is also red, getting up, hands into a strike position. With no hesitation, Angel X dashes forward, grabs Neros Gundam and throws it into the air.
"Time for your loss! FLARING RED SLASH!" Tsung yells out as he pulls out one beam saber. The saber gets larger and larger, until finally it's so heavy that Tsung can barely lift it. He then jumps into the air, and slashes downward, the sheer weight of the saber slashing the Neros Gundam in half. After that, Tsung falls unconscious from the power of his attack.
Shortly after, he realizes he is inside the boat in which Rain and Domon reside. His eyes open slowly, as he sees Rain Mikamura standing over him.
"Wow, that was some fight. And you sure got your side affected too." Rain states as she stands upright after leaning over him.
Mike sets up and looks at his now naked up-half, a large strip of bandage wrapped around his side.
"Thanks for the support.you..you seem different." Mike mutters.
"Why?" Rain asks curiously.
"No reason..no reason at all."
Sore de wa...Gundam Fight! Ready? Go!
