Note 1: I do not own Ultimo or any of the characters contained therein. All rights go to their respective owners and I still think that anyone who has read and enjoyed this fanfiction should go out and buy the latest issue of Ultimo.
Note 2: This final chapter will mark the end of the Tail of Rage, I intend to continue writing Ultimo fanfiction and will pick up the story of Rage and Fusatarou later after writing another story which will tie into that one. I hope everyone who has read this story has enjoyed it and I hope that someone will review it now that it is completed.
Prologue part 3/Epilogue: Dreams of a Forgotten War at the Coming of the Secret War.
Farmless tower burned into the night silently defying the world to forget this attack. Yet it was too late, Regula's power had been set to work and within a few days the Farmless Tower incident would be forgotten, mislabeled as a terrorist attack, remembered only in the terrible nightmares of its more inconsequential survivors. The burning tower formed the first true torch seen in Tokyo since the Great War. Its light and heat could be felt for miles around. It excited Shogun to no end.
The tower was an omen. A terrible one at that to, and Shogun could read it like an expert medium. This was just the first battle, the precursor to the war, the overture to the coming matinee and it was in truth the last true calm before the storm. Regula had come out of hiding, the ultimates had shaken the world with their presence. Rage had felt the coming of both events, and all the other Doji were sure to as well. The High Priests had risen from their sunken domains and the old ones were rising once more. The end of days was coming; the Funeral would soon be here. Like any true soldier Shogun was anxious and worried, but like any true madman he could barely wait.
Rage was oddly calm about all of this, which in truth scared the heck out of Shogun. The encounter had drained him it seemed of all his anxiety. All his worry and all his cares and concerns no longer bothered him. His enemy was in front of him and he couldn't wait for the fight. Yet he could not rush it and he had accepted that. So Rage was calm and controlled. The hours slowly ticked by as the people of the city rushed about trying to stop the burning in the tower, but those fires could not be quenched. The flames entranced Shogun and Rage, they spent the longest time simply staring at them. After the sun had set they retired to their rooms, stripped and went to bed.
The memory of the fires followed Shogun to his bed. Inside of his mind the image of them danced up and down hundreds of memories alongside of a thousand other sights and feelings long since forgotten. He paid most of them no mind at all, as he drifted through and came closer and closer to the dreamless sleep he desired he felt and familiar presence drift through his mind. Rage had joined him without Shogun even realizing it, but he didn't mind. The thought of driving Rage away from his mind was unthinkable. Instead he welcomed the presence of this servant and gave him free range of his soul as he drifted off into sleep. As he sunk down into the deepest portions of his subconscious mind, Rage sent him one final parting gift. A dream they could both enjoy. A dream of the coming war, stolen from the forgotten one. A preview as it were for the days to come. Shogun knew what it was and he knew where it went and what it was from, nonetheless he welcomed that dream and all that it carried. The dream of the final battles. The dream of the final days that he and Rage spent in endless war against heaven itself. With that dream in mind, Shogun was lost to his sleep.
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In the grand old city of Tokyo, Shogun master of Rage slept dreaming. In the far younger city of Edo and thousand years earlier a fire raged with uncontrollable passion and power. Fires in the city were lethal since the houses of the city were made of paper and wood the burned quickly. This one was no exception to that rule but there were plenty of other strange things about that fire that quickly stole one's attention.
A typical fire moves like a phalanx. A wall of fire driven up and down the city by the wind advancing in a damn near straight line across the rows of housed. Lesser fires expanded outward from that central flame as an afterthought, like the wake to a great burning ship slipping across an ocean of roofs. This fire was different. It had exploded out a central point, forming a crop circle of flame in the center of the city. Out of that circle two long whips of flame crashed their way through all of the nearby houses, sending them all one by one up in fire. Seen from above they looked like two great tentacles of some flaming octopus reaching out through the city. They raced and roared around the city, tracing out line of fire in the ruined houses they left in their wake. They only set a house or two up in flames at a time but they extended very quickly. It was as if two flaming spirits were racing across the houses of the city setting down up a building only for an instant to plant the seeds of a roaring flame with their feet. It was truth be told, beautiful to look at, but horrible to hear.
The flames were not spread by spirits lightly stepping on the roofs of the building but by two great balls of flame crashing through the rooms dragging a great wall of fire in their wake. The people died quickly, but as the flames devoured their bodies they screamed aloud with terrible cries. Not everyone died of the flame though, one of the flaming tentacles died out shortly after leaving the central flame. The destruction that ball caused did not stop, death still spread wherever it went, now people died of broken and shattered organs as a wall of force and unseen blades shattered the houses and left countless corpses in its wake. The victims of the fireball died faster, but which ball caused more suffering and destruction could not be said.
Oblivious to the destruction and pain they were causing the two blurs of death continued to race up and down the city, across streets and through any buildings that stood in their way. For several minutes they rushed about till at last out of pure coincidence the two crashed into each other. As the shockwave and the flames carried in the wake of each blur collided there was a huge explosion. The fire devoured the air wave and road it out into all of the nearby buildings setting them all alight in fire. As the shockwave expanded outward a vacuum was created and wind rushed back in towards the center, where it was heated by the flames and rose into the sky. The effect of the wind pouring into the fire made the flames dance about one another twisting in the currents like a tornado of fire was about to form on the ground and lift up into the sky. The fires in the center of the explosion died out and revealed four individuals standing with their backs to one another unharmed by the flames.
There were two old men; one was the size of a sumo wrestler with a beard that was just starting to turn white. The other was a much older man with a wrinkled face and heavy eyes. He had his fists up in a fighting stance and an old plate of battered armor resting on his chest. The other two looked like children. One was a short boy with a bald head and pink bowels over his eyes. He had a large pair of gloves on his hands and was holding a quarter staff in a defensive stance. He was covered in scares and cuts but was not burned. There was also a girl with short hair and a pair of large pink sunglasses. She wore a pair of boxing gloves which she also held in a fighting stance next to the old man.
"Bloody Hell Fire!" The Sumo wrestler exclaimed as he stared at the ring of fire around them.
"Not the expression I want to hear right not Eko-san." The old man replied.
"Well which one would you use Oizume? How about, 'our goose is cooked'?" The large man replied.
"We are not into the fire quite yet my old friend." The old man said sarcastically
"Well were certainly out of the frying pan."
"Will you two quit it with the bad jokes already? We kinda have a situation here." The little bald boy interrupted them.
"Regula if you can't learn to laugh at yourself every now and then you will never get through life sane." Eko-san said chastising his apprentice.
"Given the choice I would prefer to get through life alive rather than sane. And getting through this alive requires focus." The boy responded,
"Not quite yet though, they aren't attacking us which means their Demigod mode must have run out of time as well. We have time to catch our breath as I see no reason not to laugh while we do it." Eko-san observed.
"Well I for one wish they would just attack already instead of making us wait like this for them to move; maybe we should attack and get it over with." The girl said as she spoke up for the first time.
"No need to rush into this Service, normally I would suggest we use this time to escape but that isn't an option this time, so we have to think carefully about what to do next and pay attention." Oizume said to the girl.
"Come one old man, now is not the time to be talking of escape, we can take that bitch here and now, I know we can." She responded all but leaping away from Regula's back.
"Don't underestimate her, that's what got Slow killed. I will not see you go the same way. Ah looks like you won't have to wait either way Service here they come."
Four figures calmly walked out of the wall of flame and approached their opponents. They came from opposite direction two on one side and two on the other. In front of Oizume and Service there stood two women. One was dressed in all black clothes with a short sword drawn and her face covered. The other looked to be about the same age as Service and wore a tank top and the lower half of a Kimono along with a large pair of gloves that only had four fingers on them. On her head there were a pair of long glass tubes resting just in front of her ears which made her look a bit like a rabbit. Save that most rabbits didn't carry three foot long meet cleavers in either hand. In front of Regula and Eko-san there stood two men, both were heavily armored like a pair of samurai with masks over their faces. One was taller than the other but saying that was like saying that Cthulhu is taller than Godzilla, both men were giants. One stood six foot four and held a long Katana that seemed to be on fire; his other hand had a very long hook coming out of it and seemed to be much larger than his other arm. The other man was easily nine feet tall and held a pair of Yuri Pikes, his armor appeared to be on fire and his mask was all but totally blank. There were no marks of any kind of his armor and while there was a standard on his back there was no insignia to it, he could have been the soldier of any army anywhere in the world.
"God's damn it," Eko-san said to himself but loud enough that anyone could have easily herd him. "He's been in Demigod mode this whole time."
"He is the master of it Eko-san what did you expect? That he would lose it after a few minutes like he did when he first came down from the mountains? Only Yamato can really challenge him in that form." Oizume said without taking his eyes off of the girl in front of him, he knew better than to do that.
"Speaking of which, where is Yamato? He should be here by now." Eko-san asked
"He's probably lost. Rage put one hell of a spell on him before they left, I doubt even Yamato will be able to get here quickly." Oizume responded and sighed to himself
"How can someone who can manipulate time and space show up late because he got lost?" Regula asked to relieve the tension.
"They can't but unfortunately for us, and for our enemies, Yamato can do the impossible. He can beat Vice and Rage and he can get lost in the forest he grew up in." Service responded.
"Lucky you!" The girl in black called out. They knew she could hear her; nothing escaped that woman's attention.
"Wrong pronoun my dear, you should say 'Lucky Me' since if Yamato was here this battle wouldn't last long at all." Oizume said because he knew that correcting her in any way made her mad. But she just smiled back at him and quietly responded.
"All that Yamato's presence would mean is that Rage would be a little more excited than he is right now, right Rage?" She said speaking to the nine foot tall demon standing opposite her.
The beast called Rage responded with a terrible roar. A cry low in pitch a loud in sound with a terrible ferocity behind it, like a thousand soldiers, a thousand beasts and a thousand monsters from the deepest portions of a man's fears had cried out in unison. It echoed across space silencing the roar of the fires and the screams of the dying masses trapped within them. It sounded across time to the earliest primordial man, and to his most advanced descendent causing the very soul of humanity to shudder as it delivered its message. Death had come, and it was pissed. The other man besides him made no such cry or made any sound at all. While the world shook in terror of the first cry he lowered his blade and his shoulder and charged the group, fire slowly following him as he ran.
Across the field the rabbit girl with her long glass ears smiled and swooned at the sound of the cry. She said, "Isn't Rage so dreamy when he's like that?"
"This is a battlefield Desiru act like it and keep your heart in check." The Black woman said in response.
"Yes Mistress Miyoshi, I will focus on the task at hand, but tonight, Rage is all mine!" she said with a squeal as she brought the meat cleaver down on her mistress's outstretched arm slicing it off. Before the arm could fall to the ground she sliced off one of her own arms and attached it to the bleeding wound and scooped up the fallen arm and replaced her own limb with it. Immediately Desiru's arm sent out dozens of tendrils and long metal cables which climbed over and into Miyoshi's body turning black as they went to match her dress. From the tendrils long black plates of armor reached out and connected to the other tendrils. The process only took an instant and soon Miyoshi was covered in a full suite of black armor. At the same time long tendrils and metal wires and cables reached out of Desiru's side and grabbed the Miyoshi's severed arm and began to pull it inside of Desiru. A look of ecstasy poured over her face as she began to grow in size and change in shape. She wore no armor, and in fact, she wore less clothing than before. A piece black cloth barely managed to cover her chest and pelvis with a fishnet running in between them. He skin turned tan and her cheeks became flushed with passion. Around her neck ran a spiked collar and in addition to her meat clever she now had a long whip.
In an instant they were in the air and rushing at the four defenders with wild passion in their eyes. But their opponents were half through their own transformation and would soon meet them in battle. Eko-san was wearing golden armor that made him look like an angry Buddha and had no weapons, and Oizume wore brown armor that looked like it was made of wood. In place of a helmet he wore the straw hat of a common worker and carried a comma and chain. Regula had transformed into a large warrior wearing white armor carrying a great axe with a mop attached to the other end. Service looked strangest of all, she looked like a mirror image of Desiru only she was gagged and carried no weapons but a pair of chain attached to her wrists like she was awaiting domination.
Regula swung at the swordsman as he approached but the lone samurai sidestepped the oversized axe and lunged straight at Eko-san with his flaming sword outstretched. Eko-san dodged the blow easily and tried to step in to grapple with his opponent. The attacker leapt back out of Eko's range and slice out with his sword. The blow missed but the flamed blinded his opponent and kept him from seeing the next swipe. Eko would have lost his guts with that attack if Regula had not brought his axe down in between them. The Samurai stopped mid blow and jumped back from the falling axe without ever seeing it come. He then swung at Regula and threw a smile fire ball at him from his burning sword. Regula brushed it aside with a sweep of the mop on his axe and counter attacked with the axe head. He missed as his opponent leapt to the right, he swung again and missed again. This time the Samurai stepped on top of the axe and threw a blast of flame right at Ragula's face. Regula blocked again as he had done before as Eko-san leapt up onto his back and caught a pair of spears that seemed to come from nowhere. No sooner had the spears appear then the form of Rage materialized behind them, another savage roar erupting from his lips and his swung again with his spears. This time Regula was the one to block them, leaving Eko-san to face with the samurai on the ground.
Rage swung again and again with his Yuri pikes as he lashed out with each one he would spin the other in his hand so that the blade passed though the pillars of fire rising off his back. Each attack poured more fired down on to his foe, and while the flame along could not kill Regula it did blind him and it also heated his internal mechanisms gradually slowing him down and exposing him to more damage. Regual gracefully danced around his opponent dodging what blows he could and catching those he could not with the mop on the end of his axe to douse the flame. The mop head was always wet and there was nothing in this world it could not sweep away in a sudsy tide. He tried to get on the offensive but Rage's attacks were to furious all he could do for now was steer him away from his master and the undamaged portions of the city.
Eko-san and the swordsman clashed with each other in a vicious battle. The samurai's sword gave him a powerful advantage, though Eko-san's armor could stop even Rage's great Yuri pikes it did little good against the burning blade of his foe. The samurai swung and Eko-san tried to punch and grapple with him, he was stronger than his opponent, physically he could win, but the man he was fighting was a great warrior and strength made little difference to him, especially when he had his sword. Still Eko-san had at him in attack after attack trying to duck or dodge his way around his opponent's blade and strike at him directly. He finally did it, but just before the blow could land, the samurai grabbed his arm. His glove was burning hot from clutching the burning blade, Eko-san couldn't imagine how he could hold such a thing if it was that hot. He swung Eko's hand around his head and flipped him on to his back. He then stuck immediately trying to slice through him and end it all, but Eko-san quickly rolled to the side and was back up in an instant and shoulder charged his opponent knocking him back and to the ground. Eko-san lunged to try and grab the man while he was on the ground but when he came within an arm's length his enemy slashed hat his leg and cut his ankle.
Regula could feel the pain of his master as he blocked another one of Rage's attacks. The pain distracted him for just the wrong moment as the second Pike came back around and nailed him in the side. The wound was too low to end the fight then and there but it nonetheless jure like hell. Regula leapt back before Rage could bring the blade around for another pass. Eko-san did the same trying to get far away from his opponent. Damn Eko-san thought to himself as he saw the two leap towards them, and while thanking the gods that Regula could heal him while they were close like this, otherwise that ankle wound would cost him his life. You just can't beat that bastard while he's like this. What are we going to do? Yamato where are you?
On the other side of the battle field Oizume and Miyoshi clashed with each other like an elegant dance. They never tried to block each other, neither weapon was made to do that, but they dodge each other's attacks with constantly. Neither ever really stopped attacking. Oizume never stopped swinging his ball and chain and when every they came close together he would savagely slash out with his comma. Miyoshi always had some throwing star or short knife tucked up her sleeve for when they were far away, and when they came close together the jabbed and slashed with her short sword. All of their blows were designed to be lethal; all were aimed at one weak point of the human body or another. Yet they had to attack and dodge at the same time and it very hard to do either of those when one has to do the other. Given the choice between throwing accurate attacks and having enough room to dodge both warriors kept their distance. Still, Oizume should have paid closer attention to where the throwing knives that missed went; since he didn't after several long dances, Miyoshi tripped him on a fallen blade. To make matters worse he fell onto a throwing star which soon embedded itself into his back. He was back up in an instant and he swung his ball and chain wildly to keep Miyoshi at a distance. The damage was done though and he had a lot of catching up to do now.
The fight between Desiru and Service would've been the most interesting to watch, if anyone in the city hadn't been too busy trying to contain Rage's fires and had fast enough eyes to catch any detail to the fight beyond a large blur. By all accounts Service was actually helping Desiru kill her. When Desiru swung her meat cleaver Service would grab it with one hand and pull or push it so it moved even faster while she tried to dodge it and would get nicked by the blade. When Desiru lashed out with her whip Service would swing her arm into it so that the whip would wrap around her arm and badly cut her. She never attacked and kept on taking a beating. Even though she was now a mass of scars and wounds she kept on smiling. Desiru didn't seem to mind and didn't seem the least bit worried about Service's willingness to be beaten up, she just kept on wailing away on her. Finally Desiru wrapped Service's arm up properly and pulled her forward causing Service to lose her balance, when she did Desiru brought her meat cleaver down onto Service's arm and cut it off. The pain was unimaginable and even though Service had quietly taken her beating up till now she still had to leap back and clutch her lost arm. She screamed when the pain overcame her causing their masters to stop fighting for the briefest moment.
"What's wrong deary?" Desire said as she licked her meat cleaver and threw the lost arm aside with her whip. "Is serving my needs no longer any fun for you? Is the charitable goddling finally tired of taking the abuse of others and ready to give out some of her own?"
Despite the pain, Service kept on smiling. She looked up and spoke to her tormentor. "Depends, are you finally ready to give up? Once you give up I will stop fighting."
"You're not exactly in a position to be making demands of me you little bitch. You're covered in wounds and I would really like to know how you intend to fight with only one arm?"
"Desiru, I always knew that deep down, you were a sadistic bastard but I never imagined you would be this dumb. Don't you know what my wisdom is? Don't you know what my greatest powers are?"
"You think I care? It doesn't matter what you can do, my ability is Wisdom of the Binding Lust, no abilities of any doji, friend of foe's work within a 3 meter radius of me. And while I am in Demigod mode like this I can chose a different center for that canceling field. In this case I chose to place my powers around you. So you can't use any of your wisdom beyond a basic attacking wisdom."
"You've forgotten the nature of Demigod mode, the whole reason why Nobuhide and Rage created it was so that they could use the Wisdom of the Apocalypse Armor which protects them or any other doji who uses it from the abilities of all other doji. While in Demigod mode like this you're powers can't stop me! Wisdom of the Great Giver: Pain Swap!" Service called out in open defiance of her opponent and as she did, her arm returned and all of her cuts closed up and a strange green vapor seem to pour off her body and rush towards Desiru carrying with it all the injuries that she had sustained. But just three meters out the green vapor suddenly spread out like it was being blocked by an invisible wall.
"You know," Desiru said as she watched the vapor spread out arounda very surprised Service. "I really hate the fact that all of you Zen Doji think that just because you copied Rage's brilliant technique, you suddenly have as much power and wisdom as he does. Wisdom of the Apocalypse Armor is just that, armor. Armor doesn't cancel out blows, it deflects them and weakens their effect. Rage only uses the armor to give himself a window of opportunity in which to attack. Rather than being at the mercy of his opponent's power he can strike through it and directly at them. But all armor will break if it is hit enough times or with enough force. Betting your apocalypse armor against my ability cancel is like to beat a samurai to death bear handed. Armor on armor, fist on fist, it all becomes a question of endurance. The difference is that ability cancel is my basic wisdom; it consumes very little energy to perform, while your pain swap is an advanced technique that requires a great deal of energy. So how long can you keep it up?"
Desiru did not wait for a reply but attacked Service immediately. She came head on with her whip in hand swing at Service from beyond the veil of green vapor. Service ducked and dived to the left, but the whip came back round again. She tried to back up staying out of her adversary's reach but Desiru kept coming. She pressed Service back up to the wall of fire that surrounded her and continue to batter he defenses. Unable to dodge, Service was forced to try and catch the whip, but since her ability hadn't had its full effect her new arm was still made out of energy and keeping all of her lesser wounds closed took up to much concentration. She couldn't afford to get hit in the same place twice. Desiru swung and caught Service's arm and pinned her down, she then stepped though the vapor and swung her meat cleaver. Several cuts formed on Desiru, but it was too little too late, the cleaver came down on Service's new arm and dispelled it. The loss of energy was exhausting; she was forced out of Demigod state.
Service was collapsing, and this was very bad. It was her concentration that held her body and her master's body together, if she fainted now it would cost her master his arm. She couldn't allow that to happen. With the last of her strength she dispelled her powers and returned her master's arm to him. She fell to the ground and as she did she gradually changed back into her old form. She bent down under the weight of exhaustion and all of the wounds she had sent over to Desiru came rushing back to her. Her arm vanished, and deep wounds opened up all over her body. Across the battlefield her master's armor vanished and his arm returned to normal. His strength left him and he would only keep his life a second longer. Deprived of Service's power it was impossible for him to keep up with his enemy's speed. Miyoshi slit his throat in an instant. Service was sliced in two an instant later.
Eko-san saw his old friend fall along with his page and servant. Tears came to his eyes and terrible rage awoke deep within his heart. He knew that to give into that rage, to let it surge through his body to let it control his movement was to admit defeat. His enemy: Oda Nobuhide, was a Kensai a world renown warrior who thrived because of his berserk rage, no one could ever hope defeat him in his own element. He bit down on his lip and tried desperately to keep his anger down. He couldn't, he had known Oizume for too long, shared too much with him to remain stoic in the face of his death. His anger poured over him. He cried out in a terrible voice and struck out at Nobuhide with wild passion. The swordsman grabbed his incoming fist with no effort at all and pulled Eko forward to that he lost his balance. In the same movement his pushed his burning blade straight out and into Eko's stomach.
Eko-san could feel the blade slowly slide into his guts, he could feel the incredible heat rise up in his chest as the unearthly fires of his sword danced over his internal organs, scaring and burning them. He felt his flesh cauterize as the sword was pulled out, leaving him to die from internal blisters and bleeding. He felt his back hit the ground and the pressure only served to heighten the cries of his nerves. In the back of his mind he could also feel Regula experience the same thing as one of Rage's Yuri pikes grazed his soul and sent him to the ground.
The warrior walked away from Eko-san fallen body and as soon as he was beyond the reach of any possible attack he let out a savage war cry. Second later Rage joined him and the two raised the voices to the heavens in proud defiance. This cry was far different from the savage roar that Rage had released earlier, it was higher pitched and there was little malevolence in it. This one carried the message to the world that death had claimed its own and that all the little creatures of the world could walk freely once more, till he was hungered again. Rage began to shrink as the cry left him and he dispelled his Demigod mode. He returned to the form of the four foot tall silvered haired boy that Eko-san had learned to fear over the many years. Desiru and Miyoshi soon came over to join the two of them.
"Eko-san still lives, don't you want to finish him? If Yamato arrives he will revive him." Miyoshi said as she slowly drew her knife over Eko's throat and Desiru returned to her old form.
"Let him," The warrior said as he removed his battle mask and allowed his armor to dissolve into the air and return to Rage. "Eko-san lost because he was enraged at your victory. I would hate it if our rivalry ended that way."
"You could heal him yourself if you truly want to fight again."
"We've wasted enough time already, soon Yamato will break the spell that Rage cast on him and then he will come here, we must finish here long before then."
"Shall I have the honor or will you do it."
"You actually beat your rival, you do it." The warrior finished. With that Miyoshi nodded to Desiru who then raised up her meat cleaver and brought it down on the center of the town, causing the earth to split in two. The ground shook and split and cracks ran throughout the whole city sending the few undamaged buildings of Edo down into the earth to be crushed and buried beneath the stone. Rage then flew down into the center of the crack and vanished for a few moments. When he returned he was carrying a green tube about five feet in length and three feet wide. It was surrounded by a blue glow and felt icy to the touch. Desire approached and as she did the blue glow vanished. After that, Rage struck the tube with a great pike and shattered the glass of the tube.
Inside was a boy, who looked to be about twelve years old. He had green hair and green eyes, his hair was wild and his face seemed to radiate power and his teeth looked like they had been sharpened. He had a pair of huge gloves that were covered with many sharp edges. He wore an open vest with a popped up collar and the lower half of a kimono. He stood up the moment the glass stopped falling and looked about the world with a defiant grin. Everything about him communicated a prideful attitude and a really short temper but he nonetheless seemed strangely beautiful. No matter how much he repulsed a view they were somehow drawn back to him, if for no other reason than to ensure that he hadn't drawn a blade on them.
His first words to the new world were: "Who the hell are you goddamned bastards and why shouldn't I kill you?"
The warrior responded to him with utter confidence. He said, "It is truly a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Lord Vice leader of the Evil Doji. I am Oda Nobuhide the enemy of Yamato the bandit who is the reason why you have been buried for the last five years. I am the master of Rage the Wrathful of the seven deadly sins. I would like to assist you in killing Ultimo if you would permit it."
"I haven't been buried for the last five years; I couldn't have been out for longer than five minutes."
"Yeah you were knocked out for five minutes right after Ultimo gained a master then he froze your time and left you for dead. Since then you have buried under this city. Five years have passed, of the six perfection made to assist Ultimo only one still lives and he is dying. Of the seven deadly sins, Desiru and Rage are the only ones left. Desiru can paralyze Ultimo's power and give you a fighting chance against him, Rage can keep him from escaping, but only you can kill him."
"Well you're right about one thing; I am the only one who can kill him, what makes you think that I need you?"
"Ultimo has had five years to train with his master, the moment Yamato decided to become his master he surpassed you, how do you intend to defeat him without a master of your own? And even if you find a master, the best he can give you is the Wisdom of the Gods while Ultimo has grown far beyond that. If you want any hope of killing him you need our assistance."
"Well if you're so eager to help me then I assume you have a master readied for me? And a safe place where I can prepare him for battle?"
"Both await you in the city of Kyoto, if you would so kind as to follow me I will take you there." Nobuhide said as he led Vice out of the ruined city. To be honest Vice didn't like this Nobuhide guy, he was far too used to power for Vice to be comfortable around him. And he could see Rage and Desiru, Nobuhide had called them Evil Doji, Vice wasn't certain if he like the sound of that. But he did like the sight and sound of the burning city. The cries and shouts of dying and dead civilians filled his ears to his great delight. If this had all been the work of this Nobuhide feller, then Vice might just be able to get used to him.
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After a few more moments Shogun's dreams began to fade from his mind Rage was no longer interested in them, and Shogun had woken up. Before he even opened his eyes or heard the knock his skin told him that there was someone at his door and that they were very loud walkers. The knock only served to confirm this for him. Shogun arose from his bed and told them to enter. Shogun's sense poured information into his brain and told him almost immediately who it was at the door and it honestly surprised him. It was Domon Huga, Dynamo's oldest boy toy. Dynamo had had Huga ever since Shogun had known him. He was Chinese by birth but had been brought to Japan ages ago, so you couldn't really tell anymore. When Shogun had left Huge was about fifteen years old and Dynamo had moved on to younger boys to suit his needs, in all honestly, Shogun though that Dynamo was going to kill Huga on his seventeenth birthday.
"Good morning Huga didn't expect to see you here." Shogun said as he and Rage got out of bead and began to dress themselves for the day.
"Good morning Mr. Shogun, Mr. Sanji sent me over with a message, uhhhh," Huga began to say as he entered the room but paused mid sentence as he realized the Shogun and Rage had shared the same bed. "You sleep together?" He asked against his better wisdom.
"Of course." Shogun responded not seeing any reason why they shouldn't. "You were saying about a message?"
"Yes, he wrote it down in this envelope and put a few files in here and told me where to find you."
"So you work for Mr. Sanji now? How did you ever convince Dynamo to let you out of your sound proof room?"
"Well I had to do something to get back in his good graces I mean he practically threw me out of his house when I turned eighteen."
"You're trying to get back in the good graces of the man who has raped you regularly since you were six?"
"Well yeah, you think our relationship would be pretty established by now, but recently he won't say two words to me unless business demands it. To be honest it's driving me crazy. But you probably don't need to hear about my social problems I will see you later Shogun."
"And Dynamo wonders why I can't stand pedophiles." Shogun said to himself as Huga left the room. He then opened up the folder and looked over its contents. Rage leapt off the ground and tried to float over Shogun's shoulder to read the folder as well. He couldn't get a clear view though, and after a few moments of silence, Rage decided to interrupt his master.
"What's it say?"
"A group of street punks are planning to rob a local art collector. While nothing can be confirmed about the art collector's collection it is rumored to contain a six foot tall human doll of notable life likeness. Our men thought that it might be a Doji and though that they should call it in."
"Do you think that they might be right?"
"Well one of the members of the gang just happens to be Hiroshi Kumegawa and the only six foot tall Doji I can think off were Goge and Allegro, so I dare say it might be worth our attention."
"So then were off to the next battle?"
"And the next war."
End of Epilogue
End of Story.
Yep that's it. That is the official end of the Tail of Rage. As of this moment the whole story from start to finish with all my notes removed takes up about 124 pages and has 68,546 words to it when single spaced and set to half inch margins. I have had a lot of fun writing this fanfiction and I would like to thank anyone who read the whole thing for doing so and I hope you all enjoyed it. Please feel free to read and review. I would really appreciate it. Next I intend to work on the Tail of the Commanders along with an new story I have been working on with Hone'Sweeiei. Once again I hope you all have enjoyed this story, and may you all have a good night.
