"Commander Yoneda, the damage infliced on Team Hana is insurmountable."
"Give me status."
"All of the team members are ill. Maria, Kana, Iris, even Sumire is down with the flu. We've attributed the cause to our recent failed attack."
"Damn it ! I need another drink."
"Would you like to speak to the monk ?"
"Yes, bring him in."
~
Commander Yoneda was confronted with a rather odd-looking monk.
He was a monk, no doubt, with the white robes. However, he had blonde hair, unusal for an Asian. More interestingly, he seemed rather young for a monk.
As he looked on, the monk took out a packet of cigarettes.
He brought out one of the paper rods, holding rolled leaves,out of the packet, ad brought to his mouth, took out a lighter, and lit his cigarette.
Most absurd, thougth Yoneda. How can a monk possibly do something as sacrilegous as smoking ?
Yoneda peered at the monk more closely. He then realized that this mok was somewhat corrupt, or may not even be a monk at all. Besides, who ever hard of such an absurd thing as a mok with a pistol ? But lo and behold, a young monk, in his 20s, smoking, and carrying a gun by his side. With some odd piece of paper, perhaps a Buddhist Sutra, around his neck.
And yet, this very man defied Yoneda's many years he spent in fighting the Descended Evil.
~
"To begin with, I must congraulate the man who had rendered a great service..."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Cut the bull**** and get down to business. What world is this ?"
"Why, this is Japan."
Japan ! Japan, thought Sanzo. He heard that name before, but, it was only a fictituous land....
"Anyway, I apologise, I haven't introduced myself. I am Commander Yoneda, Head and Manager of the Floral Assault Troupe.
"Floral Assault Troupe ? What sort of lame-ass name is that ?"
Yoneda was once again astounded at the monk's cursing. What in Hell was this monk ?
"Well, you see, Evil, in the form we term as "the Descnded Evil" have been plaguing Japan, most notably Tokyo. Apparently, there was a theory that suggested that the ulimate way of fighting a demon, was, of course, spirtual power.However, in order to fight spirtually, one needed to raise his spirtual abilties.."
"Right.."
"And, one way to do this is acting."
Sanzo started at Yoneda. Flabbergasted.
"And I am manager of Team Hana. These girls that you see today are dedicated to defending the Imperial Capital, and certain virtues, like law, order, blah, blah... and we do this by acting and staging plays, so that we can fight demons. It sounds crazy, but, thats' how it works."
Sanzo continued to stare, until he resolved hi usual, sarcastic, cynical look.
"You're all pansies."
"What ?"
"I said you're all lameass pansies. You talk about spiritual power and all that bull****, and yet, you can't even fight demons."
"But there has been some pogress..."
"Listen ! If you wanna fight, you just fight: training should also come from experience, if not more.
Besides, why do you care so much for your lousy Imperial Capital ? You think this is the capital of your world, is it ?"
"Look, whatever your name is, we live in Tokyo. And this city, which you deem lousy, is an established, holy city......."
"Bull****. That's one ofthe biggest bull**** I ever heard. A city is a city. Cities are not people, and seldom does a place have a holiness of it's own: the real attitude of a city come's from it's occupants, and the same goes for every type of place. Even if it seems good or evil, it may be because of it's occupants, or something that the occupants did in it's history. It's all down to people."
Sanzo was starting to make Yoneda's blood boil.
"Look, I just want to.."
But Sazno was already leaving.
"By the way, the name's Genjo Sanzo."
And he slammed the door, as he walked out.
"What a cad," muttered Yoneda.
He decided to reach for another bottle of vintage sake, when, he heard a ring on his telephone.
~
Meanwhile, Sanzo was going back to the room, where the other members of the group were.
Gojyo was, as usual, reading a magazine. Perhaps it was another one of those dirty magazines, with nude pictures of female humans or demons. Hakkai, was reading some other book, which seemed rather deep and large.
Goku, was, as usual, being a real pest.
"SANZO ! WHEN ARE WE GOING TO EAT !?!"
"STUPID MONKEY, SHUT UP !"
Goku cried, as his stomach rumbled.
"Hey, monkey, shut your trap, and we may eat soon."
"Don't call me me monkey !"
"You are a monkey , monkey !"
"And you're a horny water monster with no real girlfriend !"
"Idiot ! You just pissed me off!"
~
Back in the room, Yoneda was speaking to one of his agents.
"Sir, I am afraid Team Hana will be out of duty for a while."
"Terrible. And at the wrong time."
"However, there's something odd about those three foregners..."
"Yes ?"
"Their spirtual power, according to this meter, is ridiculously high. For all 4 of them, only Sakura and Sumire's ratings matches.
In fact, three of them are not entirely human."
"What ?!"
"They're demons of a sort. more precisely, they're spirit folk, much like the sprites and nymphs in old mythologies.."
"Incredible. And Teama Hana is out of action for now ?"
"Yes sir."
Yoneda put down for the phone, and overheard a conversation from the room nearby.
"You horny water... cockroach ! With antennae !"
"Monkey ! You've got a monkey body, monkey arms, monkey legs, good for monkeying around !"
"SHUT UP ! BOTH OF YOU !!"
Two gunshots were heard.
Yoneda sighed.
"I am going to look like an idiot if I do this...."
~
