AN: Sorry, to all of you squeamish types out there, but here comes the blood. Now, this story is designed as a test for these upcoming characters, so any reviews on them would be much appreciated.

Disclaimer: these characters are mine, the king is mine, and the idea of the test is mine, otherwise it isn't. (oh, and the Planet Dragons are my idea too…)

Please don't antagonize the Wolves. They are not tame.

The swish-crack of wooden swords echoed throughout the small building. Two young men were sparring, while another flipped through news channels on TV, a fourth was searching the internet, and a fifth was monitoring the movements of certain people on a switchboard. Suddenly, the youth watching TV straightened. "Guys, you should see this..." The rest gathered around just as the special footage of the sailors began its first run. They watched in silence, then the one who had been on the switchboard began rapping orders.

"Contact the men to be on standby. Arrange for a flight to Japan. Everyone, prepare for combat!"

"Sir, yes sir!" The others responded in parade unison, then rushed to do his bidding.

The young leader turned to a small room and went to a Japanese-style shrine with a picture of an old man. Bowing to it, he turned and faced a flag that hung on the wall next to the shrine. Pushing it back, he revealed a small alcove with a set of three swords in it. Behind the swords was a traditional-looking outfit. Taking the outfit, he began to change. When he was done, he gathered his weapons and began to arrange them. The katana and the wakizashi he placed in the traditional positions at the waist. Then, the third sword was set into the left sleeve of his outfit. When he settled the folds of cloth around it, it was perfectly concealed. He left the room, and walked up to one of his companions. "Report." He demanded.

"We have the flight, and arrangements at an apartment for rental. The men are now on standby, so at a moments notice we can bring over 200 men into this fight. And the rest have gone to get ready to leave."

"Good. It won't be easy. We may have to go to Level Five."

"I understand. I'll be ready."

"Good. Go get ready."

"Sir!" He snapped off a salute, then went into his room. The leader gazed around the room, then shut off the TV. He went into a practice kata, keeping his sword sheathed. He grinned as he trained. He couldn't wait to get into the fray. He would show those foolish sailors the true meaning of war. And he would enjoy every second of it.

The first thing they did upon arrival was scout the area. The switchboard user was walking around the downtown, when he heard a voice from the shadows of an alleyway. "Hey, kid. I have something to show you. Why don't you come in here?" The young man went in. The voice belonged to a strong-looking man in his late twenties. "All right, kid. Give me your money." He snarled, pulling a gun from his belt. The young man crossed his arms.

"Or what?"

"I'll shoot you. Now hands up!"

"Fine, fine." He raised his hands, flicking his right away from his sleeve as he did so. Suddenly, a knife seemed to grow from the mugger's chest. He gazed at it in shock, then collapsed onto his knees. The young man smirked. "Since you're about to die, I guess I can tell you my name. I am Michael, the Wolf's Fang. You picked the wrong person to mug, fool." He reached down and yanked the knife from the man's chest. A quick motion, and the blood flowed from the man's throat. Michael cleaned his blade, then sheathed it in his sleeve and left the alley. It was almost an hour before anyone noticed the blood, so by the time the police arrived, there was no sign of the killer. The only clue was three symbols, Aku Soku San, or swift death to evil. The shock of the death, and the symbols, scared the city's small criminal element completely undercover, and nearly all crimes stopped for over a month.