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JT Scanner: Also, Yoshinobu's lack of good grammar, spelling, and writing in chronological order is used on purpose.
Chapter 1
The Clandestine Solitary Looms Close at hand
A man remained in the downpour. A lavender hood was concealing his face. He clasped a picture of someone.
The picture showed a chap, approximately 18 years of epoch retaining a lit cigarette in his right hand.
He had brown hair that extended to the earth and piercing auburn eyes that was dirt. He had an inky shirt and tan jeans that extended to his ankle. Both had dark spots on it from the cigarette smoke. He appeared to be in an alley between a gray building on the left and a red building on the right. Both seemed to have graffiti on it.
Because of the strong precipitation, the minorities of the community were toddling. However, the veiled man did perceive a gentleman who was taking his time. He exhibited the snapshot to the man.
"Do you know this person?" he asked.
"Well, that's the adolescent who hung out near those two houses over there," the man said as he pointed to two houses that looked nearly indistinguishable to each other besides the paintjob. "He's probably not there right now, but he might be there tomorrow. Oh, his name is Isayama Yoshinobu."
"Superb!" he exclaimed with a beam hidden on the right side on his visage. "Jin will once again bring tranquility to Heaven."
The cloaked man simply walked away from the gentleman. "Jin, my acquaintance, you'll be breathing oxygen like you once were," he thought to himself.
At 9:30 p.m., in the Isayama residence, the one in the picture called Yoshinobu was in his room, writing in a chronicle. It was about his private opinion about today. It read:
Tuesday 4-13-03
Death
Today was quite lively, but tedious. Today, my mom had to work overtime for that goddamn job she has. What was it again? Oh yeah. I remember now. She's an accountant. Once she got home, she immediately forced me and dad to get in her car. I asked her, "What the fuck is your problem?" And immediately she answered, "You earthy redneck! It's my mother's interment!" Of course, she just had to speed which got us a ticket slowing us down further. I felt like knocking mom upside her head, but once again she was speeding. However, she slowed down when she noticed a police car. And I had to go through this for 2 hours. She got more tickets anyway. After the second time, she finally stopped, but she did go over the speed limit. We had to go all the way to the suburbs surrounding downtown Tokyo. Then I had to go through tedious hours listening to an annoying minister talk about how great my grandma was. Yes, I know you piece of shit! I know she's in Heaven blablabla! I'd go to Hell before I'd like you to blab on and on about me. Sure it's darkness and chronic pain, but at least that's something exciting. Well, after the memorial service, my mom kept talking to new friends she had met about 3 seconds ago. It would be a blessing if she'd only shut up.
There was one good thing about the day, however. After school, I fought the legendary Benjiro, the legendary gang member of Naomi High School. He's never lost until today. I rushed at him, but he immediately stuck his foot out. I immediately noticed this and tried to jump over it and smack him in the balls, but he immediately pulled his foot back and punched me in the stomach. It was obvious that I couldn't even beat him if this kept up, but I got up. I instantly socked him in the face before he noticed I was up. I punched again, but he managed to block it this time. He noticed that my crouch was unguarded so he immediately kicked them, sending me backwards once more except that it was against a wall this time. Blood poured from the back of my legs. However, I pretended to be seriously injured. He was about to kick me in the balls again when I blocked his kick with my knee. Then I grabbed his throat and punched him in the stomach, still holding him by the throat. I did this repeatedly until I ran out of energy to do it. Benjiro also ran out of energy. We both collapsed on the ground and rested. When I woke up, I saw myself in bandages on the couch. I was at home. My dad probably put the bandages on me.
"You earthy redneck!" he exclaimed. "If this happens to you again, you're going straight to jail!"
Fat chance he would. He's just like my mother, an annoying church folk. And we all know they believe forgiveness solves everything. This peace was short lived as soon as I heard the door bell ring. It was a man covered by a purple cloak covering his entire body. He apparently had the same red eyes that Benjiro had. I also believed he had blue hair just like Benjiro had. It was kinda hard to tell by looking through the cloak. However, his voice was different.
"Ah yes, you're Isayama Yoshinobu aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I am him," I said.
"I am he," the stranger corrected.
"I don't give a shit, Shakespeare! Are you Benjiro?" I asked him.
"Precise you are! I cannot bare these pockmarks you bequeathed me," he said.
"Huh?" I asked with confusion.
"These wounds you gave me! I wish to fight you again except there'll be a twist to it. It will be to the death and no one gives sympathy to each other. One of us will die and that will be you! Meet me at our school at 5:30 A.M. " he said as he left my house. That's the same time mom got home to bring me and dad to grandma's funeral.
Judging by the man's vocabulary, I'd say he wasn't Benjiro at all. Perhaps he was related to him and mistaked me for someone else.
Maybe we'll find out sometime soon.
Isayama Yoshinobu
Yoshinobu closed his journal and began to rest on his bed. He looked around his silent, murky room. It had a computer in the center of it. On the left wall was a small, black television with a VCR underneath it. On the right wall was a breakfront that stored all of his chattels. It also had a small alarm clock. There was nothing exceedingly intricate about his room. He changed his alarm clock to go off at 5:00 A.M. He only thought about the fight next day and fell asleep from boredom. He even kept his watch on.
The next day at 5:00 A.M., the alarm went off and Yoshinobu awoke. He got out of bed and rushed out of the house and ran towards the school. However, this was difficult because it was rush hour, but he managed to walk between squeezed cars. After crossing the street between his house and the nearby playground, he turned left and ran down the sidewalk. He looked at his watch. It was already 5:05 A.M. Certainly, at this rate, it would take longer than 30 minutes to get to Naomi High School. He had to cross at least 10 streets to get there. That would mean he would be at least 20 minutes late! He rushed down the sidewalk when he bumped into a brunette in a school uniform. She had short, rough orange hair and red eyes. But what Yoshinobu noticed first was her flat chest.
"Yo boobless! Watch where you're running. I'm busy here!" Yoshinobu exclaimed.
She merely paused for a moment and shrugged it off.
"I heard you and Benjiro were brawling today, Yoshinobu," she said.
"Yes, we are. What do you know about that?" Yoshinobu asked.
"I comprehend enough to know what will transpire in the near future. I will bring you to him if that is your aspiration," the girl replied as she held up a strip of paper with some outlandish text written on it.
Suddenly, Yoshinobu found myself near the school. Perhaps this was uncanny. He presupposed that I should keep his guard up. The only conundrum was where Benjiro was. He had not given his exact location. Yoshinobu looked toward the High School's east wing. On the roof, he immediately spotted Benjiro on the roof, with his capes waving because of the wind.
"I perceived that you'd arrive here. Very well done, Yoshinobu-kun (kun is a name suffix for friend)" he said in a nearly angelic voice.
"Yoshinobu-kun? What the fuck is with you? You're not malicious like Benjiro was!" Yoshinobu noticed.
"Sharp you are, in spite of your street and band erudition. You see, this clash is not to endorse sadism, but I purely aspire to see a deep-rooted acquaintance. And to execute this, I must slay you in optimism that I may see him for a second time. Please, comprehend that I do not abhor you. Your soul is said to be able to revive the dead."
"Uh... whatever you say, Benjiro copycat," Yoshinobu replied in a bewildered method.
The veiled man leaped off the structure and landed on the ground unscathed. He wrenched the cloak off of himself. He looked to be a 15-year old version of Benjiro except that he had silvery hair and cyan eyes. But he also had otherworldly features moreover. On his back were twelve wings and his hair curled around each one of them. It seemed to be a seraph, an angel, except that he had twelve wings instead of six. But how he was able to conceal them using a simple purple cloak was problematical to conjecture.
"Wha?! What?! An angel?!" Yoshinobu stared with timorous eyes. He thought that this might be one of Satan's angels mentioned in the creed of Christianity.
"I am no angel. I am merely a servant of Kanzaburo," he said as he pointed a finger towards a group of men who were also cloaked except with different colors. They only seemed to be passing by, but stopped when the Benjiro imposter pointed at them.
"To insure no humans get killed in the process, I will alter our current realm," he said as he swung his right hand to point to the sky. Almost instantly, the sky had changed from a blue color to a white color with green clouds. Everyone besides the cloaked men disappeared. The school had turned golden. Yoshinobu knew that this was a celestial conflict and that he was likely to expire because of it. However, he was determined to fight for his existence.
"Afresh, I do not have anything against you. I want to see a deep-rooted acquaintance," he said with a candidly poignant facade. "And I'll need your soul to do it."
"Well, I cannot allow that, can I?" Yoshinobu said with a smirk.
"Highly boastful, you are. Hell will be your reward," he said.
"Well, it's better than a babbling minister," Yoshinobu said as he braced himself.
The divine figure punched him in the stomach, making him cough up blood. He then karate chopped his neck making him collapse to the ground. Yoshinobu slowly got up. The divine being kick him down again. He put his foot on top of him and repeatedly stomped him with his other foot. He could feel his bones slowly cracking. Yoshinobu screamed bloody murder. He could not get up so he tried to punch the charlatan's affixed foot. However, it was too far down his back to reach. He rolled over making the angel-like being's foot to miss him this time. However, he immediately put his foot on Yoshinobu's neck.
"Well, this seems like the end, doesn't it?" he said. "Forgive me!"
Yoshinobu suddenly felt indescribable hatred toward the Benjiro imposter. At that very instant, his chest began to glow a blue color. He was suddenly well again. All of his cracked bones were fixed. But what was that force that healed him. He heard a bellow that was nearly seven times as loud as thunder.
"Seiryu Qinglongmon, how could you?" he heard the Benjiro imposter say.
He suddenly saw lighting coming from the sky, electrocuting him. He fell on the ground with blood gushing from all parts of his body.
Yoshinobu looked up and saw a blue serpentine dragon with a tail that seemed long enough to end for eternity. He had teeth that looked like large needles and he had hundreds of large red wings. His eyes were blood red and his scales were as sharp as a perfect sword would. His claws looked exactly like steel.
Yoshinobu stared as the dragon turned back into a blue mist and transferred back into his chest.
One of the veiled men in the amethyst cloak said, "Ah yes! The sol (s-o-l) I've been looking for."
Who is Kanzaburo? Who is the boobless girl and how did she teleport Yoshinobu to the High School? And what does Yoshinobu have the connects him the dragon and this "sol"?
Chapter 2 of the Tome of Idols: The Celestial Fighter, Kanzaburo.
JT Scanner: Also, Yoshinobu's lack of good grammar, spelling, and writing in chronological order is used on purpose.
Chapter 1
The Clandestine Solitary Looms Close at hand
A man remained in the downpour. A lavender hood was concealing his face. He clasped a picture of someone.
The picture showed a chap, approximately 18 years of epoch retaining a lit cigarette in his right hand.
He had brown hair that extended to the earth and piercing auburn eyes that was dirt. He had an inky shirt and tan jeans that extended to his ankle. Both had dark spots on it from the cigarette smoke. He appeared to be in an alley between a gray building on the left and a red building on the right. Both seemed to have graffiti on it.
Because of the strong precipitation, the minorities of the community were toddling. However, the veiled man did perceive a gentleman who was taking his time. He exhibited the snapshot to the man.
"Do you know this person?" he asked.
"Well, that's the adolescent who hung out near those two houses over there," the man said as he pointed to two houses that looked nearly indistinguishable to each other besides the paintjob. "He's probably not there right now, but he might be there tomorrow. Oh, his name is Isayama Yoshinobu."
"Superb!" he exclaimed with a beam hidden on the right side on his visage. "Jin will once again bring tranquility to Heaven."
The cloaked man simply walked away from the gentleman. "Jin, my acquaintance, you'll be breathing oxygen like you once were," he thought to himself.
At 9:30 p.m., in the Isayama residence, the one in the picture called Yoshinobu was in his room, writing in a chronicle. It was about his private opinion about today. It read:
Tuesday 4-13-03
Death
Today was quite lively, but tedious. Today, my mom had to work overtime for that goddamn job she has. What was it again? Oh yeah. I remember now. She's an accountant. Once she got home, she immediately forced me and dad to get in her car. I asked her, "What the fuck is your problem?" And immediately she answered, "You earthy redneck! It's my mother's interment!" Of course, she just had to speed which got us a ticket slowing us down further. I felt like knocking mom upside her head, but once again she was speeding. However, she slowed down when she noticed a police car. And I had to go through this for 2 hours. She got more tickets anyway. After the second time, she finally stopped, but she did go over the speed limit. We had to go all the way to the suburbs surrounding downtown Tokyo. Then I had to go through tedious hours listening to an annoying minister talk about how great my grandma was. Yes, I know you piece of shit! I know she's in Heaven blablabla! I'd go to Hell before I'd like you to blab on and on about me. Sure it's darkness and chronic pain, but at least that's something exciting. Well, after the memorial service, my mom kept talking to new friends she had met about 3 seconds ago. It would be a blessing if she'd only shut up.
There was one good thing about the day, however. After school, I fought the legendary Benjiro, the legendary gang member of Naomi High School. He's never lost until today. I rushed at him, but he immediately stuck his foot out. I immediately noticed this and tried to jump over it and smack him in the balls, but he immediately pulled his foot back and punched me in the stomach. It was obvious that I couldn't even beat him if this kept up, but I got up. I instantly socked him in the face before he noticed I was up. I punched again, but he managed to block it this time. He noticed that my crouch was unguarded so he immediately kicked them, sending me backwards once more except that it was against a wall this time. Blood poured from the back of my legs. However, I pretended to be seriously injured. He was about to kick me in the balls again when I blocked his kick with my knee. Then I grabbed his throat and punched him in the stomach, still holding him by the throat. I did this repeatedly until I ran out of energy to do it. Benjiro also ran out of energy. We both collapsed on the ground and rested. When I woke up, I saw myself in bandages on the couch. I was at home. My dad probably put the bandages on me.
"You earthy redneck!" he exclaimed. "If this happens to you again, you're going straight to jail!"
Fat chance he would. He's just like my mother, an annoying church folk. And we all know they believe forgiveness solves everything. This peace was short lived as soon as I heard the door bell ring. It was a man covered by a purple cloak covering his entire body. He apparently had the same red eyes that Benjiro had. I also believed he had blue hair just like Benjiro had. It was kinda hard to tell by looking through the cloak. However, his voice was different.
"Ah yes, you're Isayama Yoshinobu aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I am him," I said.
"I am he," the stranger corrected.
"I don't give a shit, Shakespeare! Are you Benjiro?" I asked him.
"Precise you are! I cannot bare these pockmarks you bequeathed me," he said.
"Huh?" I asked with confusion.
"These wounds you gave me! I wish to fight you again except there'll be a twist to it. It will be to the death and no one gives sympathy to each other. One of us will die and that will be you! Meet me at our school at 5:30 A.M. " he said as he left my house. That's the same time mom got home to bring me and dad to grandma's funeral.
Judging by the man's vocabulary, I'd say he wasn't Benjiro at all. Perhaps he was related to him and mistaked me for someone else.
Maybe we'll find out sometime soon.
Isayama Yoshinobu
Yoshinobu closed his journal and began to rest on his bed. He looked around his silent, murky room. It had a computer in the center of it. On the left wall was a small, black television with a VCR underneath it. On the right wall was a breakfront that stored all of his chattels. It also had a small alarm clock. There was nothing exceedingly intricate about his room. He changed his alarm clock to go off at 5:00 A.M. He only thought about the fight next day and fell asleep from boredom. He even kept his watch on.
The next day at 5:00 A.M., the alarm went off and Yoshinobu awoke. He got out of bed and rushed out of the house and ran towards the school. However, this was difficult because it was rush hour, but he managed to walk between squeezed cars. After crossing the street between his house and the nearby playground, he turned left and ran down the sidewalk. He looked at his watch. It was already 5:05 A.M. Certainly, at this rate, it would take longer than 30 minutes to get to Naomi High School. He had to cross at least 10 streets to get there. That would mean he would be at least 20 minutes late! He rushed down the sidewalk when he bumped into a brunette in a school uniform. She had short, rough orange hair and red eyes. But what Yoshinobu noticed first was her flat chest.
"Yo boobless! Watch where you're running. I'm busy here!" Yoshinobu exclaimed.
She merely paused for a moment and shrugged it off.
"I heard you and Benjiro were brawling today, Yoshinobu," she said.
"Yes, we are. What do you know about that?" Yoshinobu asked.
"I comprehend enough to know what will transpire in the near future. I will bring you to him if that is your aspiration," the girl replied as she held up a strip of paper with some outlandish text written on it.
Suddenly, Yoshinobu found myself near the school. Perhaps this was uncanny. He presupposed that I should keep his guard up. The only conundrum was where Benjiro was. He had not given his exact location. Yoshinobu looked toward the High School's east wing. On the roof, he immediately spotted Benjiro on the roof, with his capes waving because of the wind.
"I perceived that you'd arrive here. Very well done, Yoshinobu-kun (kun is a name suffix for friend)" he said in a nearly angelic voice.
"Yoshinobu-kun? What the fuck is with you? You're not malicious like Benjiro was!" Yoshinobu noticed.
"Sharp you are, in spite of your street and band erudition. You see, this clash is not to endorse sadism, but I purely aspire to see a deep-rooted acquaintance. And to execute this, I must slay you in optimism that I may see him for a second time. Please, comprehend that I do not abhor you. Your soul is said to be able to revive the dead."
"Uh... whatever you say, Benjiro copycat," Yoshinobu replied in a bewildered method.
The veiled man leaped off the structure and landed on the ground unscathed. He wrenched the cloak off of himself. He looked to be a 15-year old version of Benjiro except that he had silvery hair and cyan eyes. But he also had otherworldly features moreover. On his back were twelve wings and his hair curled around each one of them. It seemed to be a seraph, an angel, except that he had twelve wings instead of six. But how he was able to conceal them using a simple purple cloak was problematical to conjecture.
"Wha?! What?! An angel?!" Yoshinobu stared with timorous eyes. He thought that this might be one of Satan's angels mentioned in the creed of Christianity.
"I am no angel. I am merely a servant of Kanzaburo," he said as he pointed a finger towards a group of men who were also cloaked except with different colors. They only seemed to be passing by, but stopped when the Benjiro imposter pointed at them.
"To insure no humans get killed in the process, I will alter our current realm," he said as he swung his right hand to point to the sky. Almost instantly, the sky had changed from a blue color to a white color with green clouds. Everyone besides the cloaked men disappeared. The school had turned golden. Yoshinobu knew that this was a celestial conflict and that he was likely to expire because of it. However, he was determined to fight for his existence.
"Afresh, I do not have anything against you. I want to see a deep-rooted acquaintance," he said with a candidly poignant facade. "And I'll need your soul to do it."
"Well, I cannot allow that, can I?" Yoshinobu said with a smirk.
"Highly boastful, you are. Hell will be your reward," he said.
"Well, it's better than a babbling minister," Yoshinobu said as he braced himself.
The divine figure punched him in the stomach, making him cough up blood. He then karate chopped his neck making him collapse to the ground. Yoshinobu slowly got up. The divine being kick him down again. He put his foot on top of him and repeatedly stomped him with his other foot. He could feel his bones slowly cracking. Yoshinobu screamed bloody murder. He could not get up so he tried to punch the charlatan's affixed foot. However, it was too far down his back to reach. He rolled over making the angel-like being's foot to miss him this time. However, he immediately put his foot on Yoshinobu's neck.
"Well, this seems like the end, doesn't it?" he said. "Forgive me!"
Yoshinobu suddenly felt indescribable hatred toward the Benjiro imposter. At that very instant, his chest began to glow a blue color. He was suddenly well again. All of his cracked bones were fixed. But what was that force that healed him. He heard a bellow that was nearly seven times as loud as thunder.
"Seiryu Qinglongmon, how could you?" he heard the Benjiro imposter say.
He suddenly saw lighting coming from the sky, electrocuting him. He fell on the ground with blood gushing from all parts of his body.
Yoshinobu looked up and saw a blue serpentine dragon with a tail that seemed long enough to end for eternity. He had teeth that looked like large needles and he had hundreds of large red wings. His eyes were blood red and his scales were as sharp as a perfect sword would. His claws looked exactly like steel.
Yoshinobu stared as the dragon turned back into a blue mist and transferred back into his chest.
One of the veiled men in the amethyst cloak said, "Ah yes! The sol (s-o-l) I've been looking for."
Who is Kanzaburo? Who is the boobless girl and how did she teleport Yoshinobu to the High School? And what does Yoshinobu have the connects him the dragon and this "sol"?
Chapter 2 of the Tome of Idols: The Celestial Fighter, Kanzaburo.