Chapter 3: Satsu Secrets
"Dammit! Why did you come up then! I could have easily reunited with our light side. Why the hell did you interrupt!?"
"I know that we want the same thing but this just isn't the right way to do this. I don't want to force the merger."
"But how else do you expect us to do this? You heard it from the horse's mouth. He won't willingly merge, so what other choice do we have?"
". . ."
"That's what I thought. Now, we have to come up with a plan. . ."
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"So, you have a dark side to worry about. . ." Sakura K. started as she spoke with her spouse early in the morning at breakfast, around 7:34 AM. After the confrontation, Darrell didn't get back to sleep. He just stared at the ceiling, wasting his time. He still had his attention on his newfound Satsu twin and how he reacted. Who was Gill? Questions filled his head and he had a feeling that he'd get the answer sooner or later. . .
"What I don't understand is that you said that he seemed to be arguing with himself, as if he had an internal conflict. I thought that for the exception of my dark side all Satsu no Hadou incarnations were bent on killing and destruction. Just look at Evil Ryu, Shin Akuma and Ultimate Rugal. . ."
"But if I came out differently and Darrell's side is not entirely evil. . . then doesn't that mean that there's an exception to this rule. . ."
Sakura S. walked in through the living room door and sat down across from Darrell, who had his head down, totally wrecked. He was tired from having sex with Sakura K. and now that he didn't get any sleep, he had to call his job and tell him that he couldn't make it to work. Sakura K. also took the day off to discuss his new problem.
As the lighter Sakura finished making some breakfast, Darrell found the energy to talk.
"So. . . now what. . .? Obviously my darker side got confused with me and I got blamed for him causing havoc with that gang. Now what do I do. . .?"
"Its not what you're going to do, but what WE'RE going to do," Sakura K. replied. "I think I've got an idea."
Darrell raised his head and asked, "What's the idea?"
"Well. . . it's a long shot, but what if we can relocate the book where I learned about the Shungokusatsu in the first place? I think there's something there that can help us."
At that instant, Sakura S's eyes lit up. "Oh! I know what you're talking about, sis!" Just as quickly as her excitement arouse it dropped. "Oh, but the dojo is practically ancient by now. The last time I've heard of it, it was condemned. . ."
"We're going to have to take that chance," Sakura K answered back. "I think. . . we can still find it if it is in the same place I hid it at. . ."
--Flashback 7 years ago--
-Sakura-
I was naïve. I admit it. I knew that I had no business going through the ancient techniques in the book but I just wanted to get stronger so desperately. When the time was right I took it off the shelf and ran full speed to the dojo's single-room bathroom and locked the door behind me. As I thumbed through the pages, I kept a keen eye out for a really powerful attack that could really help me out in a struggle.
{Hmm. . . All these techniques are good. . . but they seem so hard. . . Wait. What's this. . .?}
I stopped about three pages before the end of the giant book and read the technique out loud.
"Shun. . . Goku. . . Satsu. . .? Sound pretty interesting. . ."
I read on, checking out its strength and was growing attached to it. However, just as I thought I had something, my heart sank as I got to the bottom of the page: the consequences.
"Hold on. . . 'Proceed with caution: If this move is executed perfectly, most likely the user will never become nothing more than a dark entity, seeking nothing but death. . .' Ugh. . . I can't use this. . ."
I stared at it for a while and thought about it for a second before coming towards a realization.
"Wait. . . It said that I had to do it perfectly. Maybe if I tweak it. . . maybe I can still make it a powerful move without losing my soul and sanity. . ."
Before I could think anymore, I heard footsteps from outside. It had to be the keeper of the Shoto dojo and it freaked me out. I wasn't supposed to be here so early in the morning. . . and I couldn't run out there with this book in my hands. My eyes scrambled from side to side, thinking where I could ditch it at. Finally I decided to stuff it in a corroded part of the far wall and covered it up like I found it. I then waited for the footsteps to stop and ran out as fast as possible. Ever since then I trained hard. . . and finally made up the Harugokusatsu, a harmless alternative to that dreaded technique.
--End Flashback--
"So, you think this is a good idea?" Darrell asked as he stepped through a broken door at the back of the old dojo.
"Like I said, there must be something in that book that says something about the nature on Satsu no Hadou," Sakura S. answered for her sister. "I just know it. Maybe it also has something on why I came out like this. . ."
The inside of the building was old and rusted, trash all over the floor and walls. Obviously drug users used it as a hangout during its fall. As the three navigated throughout the mess, being led by Sakura K., Darrell had one thought on his mind.
{How could something that is supposed to be thoroughly evil have a good side? It's a person's EVIL side from the start! It makes no sense. . .}
Finally after a few minutes, Sakura found herself inside the old women's bathroom. She headed towards the opening in the wall and found out that it must have crumbled open. She quickly went over and searched the hole, hoping to find something.
{Come on. . . come on. . . Oh! Got it!}
Sakura K. pulled out a huge book with her right arm and pulled it up to her eyes. It was dusty so she blew on the cover. . . and smiled.
"Yeah! This is it, guys!"
As both companions made their way towards her, Sakura K. flipped thought the first pages of the Shotokan style manual. She stopped after a while and stared at a certain page for a while before saying, "Guys. . . I think we found it."
"Let me see that," Darrell insisted and Sakura K. gave it up. He decided to read it aloud, wanting to hear what he was reading.
"The basis of the Shotokan style of Karate is focused on the concentration of inner energy (ki or chi) in order to use attacks. A person without enough energy cannot get the proper use of the techniques in this style, especially the Hadou, or Surge, attacks. However, a person with just enough Hadou energy can harness Satsu no Hadou (Murderous Surge or Surge of Murderous Intent). This is a totally destructive force that can destroy anything. . . HOWEVER. . . there have been cases in which the intent could be either controlled or dulled, emitting a mere dark copy of the individual to emerge. The cases are rare, but one is fortunate to have this happen. This is more likely to happen if the original person is kind at heart and not full of ambition or hatred. . ."
He stopped, letting that sink in. He had to have something really bad happen around the time of the tournament four years ago to make him so angry that he released his Satsu no Hadou out into the world. . . but as he silently read on, he couldn't find anything on the dark side having its own light and dark side. He sighed and gave the book to the darker Sakura.
"Here. I think it would be best if we take that back to the house to examine it some more."
"Fine. . ." Sakura S. said while putting the book under her arm. As the three left the dojo, Darrell was concentrating on his thoughts.
{Well, at least half of the puzzle is out in the open, but what about my problem. I seem to be the only one who had this happen. I guess I'll have to. . .}
His thoughts were cut off as he sensed a familiar surge of energy to his left. It seemed to be his twin again. . . but it felt different, as if it was suppressed. He looked that way. . . and gasped.
"What. . .? Who are you?"
A teenage girl, roughly 16 years old, stood in the grass field to the group's left, holding a carrying bag like Ryu's. She wore black jeans and sneakers as well as a red shirt with a single kanji letter on it: cursed. She also had black hair that was short yet wild, sort of looking like Sakura's only a little longer, and red sparring gloves. Her eyes were emotionless as they aimed as Sakura S. . . and then Sakura K. . . then back at the darker clone.
"You. . . The darker twin. . . I know you're made up of the Satsu no Hadou. I can't let you go on living. . . Prepare yourself."
Sakura S. was puzzled. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything wr--"
She never finished. The mysterious girl dropped her travel bag and immediately charged at her, a black aura surrounding her, and prepared to strike. . .
End of Chapter 3 Next Chapter: The new being of Satsu
"Dammit! Why did you come up then! I could have easily reunited with our light side. Why the hell did you interrupt!?"
"I know that we want the same thing but this just isn't the right way to do this. I don't want to force the merger."
"But how else do you expect us to do this? You heard it from the horse's mouth. He won't willingly merge, so what other choice do we have?"
". . ."
"That's what I thought. Now, we have to come up with a plan. . ."
---- ----
"So, you have a dark side to worry about. . ." Sakura K. started as she spoke with her spouse early in the morning at breakfast, around 7:34 AM. After the confrontation, Darrell didn't get back to sleep. He just stared at the ceiling, wasting his time. He still had his attention on his newfound Satsu twin and how he reacted. Who was Gill? Questions filled his head and he had a feeling that he'd get the answer sooner or later. . .
"What I don't understand is that you said that he seemed to be arguing with himself, as if he had an internal conflict. I thought that for the exception of my dark side all Satsu no Hadou incarnations were bent on killing and destruction. Just look at Evil Ryu, Shin Akuma and Ultimate Rugal. . ."
"But if I came out differently and Darrell's side is not entirely evil. . . then doesn't that mean that there's an exception to this rule. . ."
Sakura S. walked in through the living room door and sat down across from Darrell, who had his head down, totally wrecked. He was tired from having sex with Sakura K. and now that he didn't get any sleep, he had to call his job and tell him that he couldn't make it to work. Sakura K. also took the day off to discuss his new problem.
As the lighter Sakura finished making some breakfast, Darrell found the energy to talk.
"So. . . now what. . .? Obviously my darker side got confused with me and I got blamed for him causing havoc with that gang. Now what do I do. . .?"
"Its not what you're going to do, but what WE'RE going to do," Sakura K. replied. "I think I've got an idea."
Darrell raised his head and asked, "What's the idea?"
"Well. . . it's a long shot, but what if we can relocate the book where I learned about the Shungokusatsu in the first place? I think there's something there that can help us."
At that instant, Sakura S's eyes lit up. "Oh! I know what you're talking about, sis!" Just as quickly as her excitement arouse it dropped. "Oh, but the dojo is practically ancient by now. The last time I've heard of it, it was condemned. . ."
"We're going to have to take that chance," Sakura K answered back. "I think. . . we can still find it if it is in the same place I hid it at. . ."
--Flashback 7 years ago--
-Sakura-
I was naïve. I admit it. I knew that I had no business going through the ancient techniques in the book but I just wanted to get stronger so desperately. When the time was right I took it off the shelf and ran full speed to the dojo's single-room bathroom and locked the door behind me. As I thumbed through the pages, I kept a keen eye out for a really powerful attack that could really help me out in a struggle.
{Hmm. . . All these techniques are good. . . but they seem so hard. . . Wait. What's this. . .?}
I stopped about three pages before the end of the giant book and read the technique out loud.
"Shun. . . Goku. . . Satsu. . .? Sound pretty interesting. . ."
I read on, checking out its strength and was growing attached to it. However, just as I thought I had something, my heart sank as I got to the bottom of the page: the consequences.
"Hold on. . . 'Proceed with caution: If this move is executed perfectly, most likely the user will never become nothing more than a dark entity, seeking nothing but death. . .' Ugh. . . I can't use this. . ."
I stared at it for a while and thought about it for a second before coming towards a realization.
"Wait. . . It said that I had to do it perfectly. Maybe if I tweak it. . . maybe I can still make it a powerful move without losing my soul and sanity. . ."
Before I could think anymore, I heard footsteps from outside. It had to be the keeper of the Shoto dojo and it freaked me out. I wasn't supposed to be here so early in the morning. . . and I couldn't run out there with this book in my hands. My eyes scrambled from side to side, thinking where I could ditch it at. Finally I decided to stuff it in a corroded part of the far wall and covered it up like I found it. I then waited for the footsteps to stop and ran out as fast as possible. Ever since then I trained hard. . . and finally made up the Harugokusatsu, a harmless alternative to that dreaded technique.
--End Flashback--
"So, you think this is a good idea?" Darrell asked as he stepped through a broken door at the back of the old dojo.
"Like I said, there must be something in that book that says something about the nature on Satsu no Hadou," Sakura S. answered for her sister. "I just know it. Maybe it also has something on why I came out like this. . ."
The inside of the building was old and rusted, trash all over the floor and walls. Obviously drug users used it as a hangout during its fall. As the three navigated throughout the mess, being led by Sakura K., Darrell had one thought on his mind.
{How could something that is supposed to be thoroughly evil have a good side? It's a person's EVIL side from the start! It makes no sense. . .}
Finally after a few minutes, Sakura found herself inside the old women's bathroom. She headed towards the opening in the wall and found out that it must have crumbled open. She quickly went over and searched the hole, hoping to find something.
{Come on. . . come on. . . Oh! Got it!}
Sakura K. pulled out a huge book with her right arm and pulled it up to her eyes. It was dusty so she blew on the cover. . . and smiled.
"Yeah! This is it, guys!"
As both companions made their way towards her, Sakura K. flipped thought the first pages of the Shotokan style manual. She stopped after a while and stared at a certain page for a while before saying, "Guys. . . I think we found it."
"Let me see that," Darrell insisted and Sakura K. gave it up. He decided to read it aloud, wanting to hear what he was reading.
"The basis of the Shotokan style of Karate is focused on the concentration of inner energy (ki or chi) in order to use attacks. A person without enough energy cannot get the proper use of the techniques in this style, especially the Hadou, or Surge, attacks. However, a person with just enough Hadou energy can harness Satsu no Hadou (Murderous Surge or Surge of Murderous Intent). This is a totally destructive force that can destroy anything. . . HOWEVER. . . there have been cases in which the intent could be either controlled or dulled, emitting a mere dark copy of the individual to emerge. The cases are rare, but one is fortunate to have this happen. This is more likely to happen if the original person is kind at heart and not full of ambition or hatred. . ."
He stopped, letting that sink in. He had to have something really bad happen around the time of the tournament four years ago to make him so angry that he released his Satsu no Hadou out into the world. . . but as he silently read on, he couldn't find anything on the dark side having its own light and dark side. He sighed and gave the book to the darker Sakura.
"Here. I think it would be best if we take that back to the house to examine it some more."
"Fine. . ." Sakura S. said while putting the book under her arm. As the three left the dojo, Darrell was concentrating on his thoughts.
{Well, at least half of the puzzle is out in the open, but what about my problem. I seem to be the only one who had this happen. I guess I'll have to. . .}
His thoughts were cut off as he sensed a familiar surge of energy to his left. It seemed to be his twin again. . . but it felt different, as if it was suppressed. He looked that way. . . and gasped.
"What. . .? Who are you?"
A teenage girl, roughly 16 years old, stood in the grass field to the group's left, holding a carrying bag like Ryu's. She wore black jeans and sneakers as well as a red shirt with a single kanji letter on it: cursed. She also had black hair that was short yet wild, sort of looking like Sakura's only a little longer, and red sparring gloves. Her eyes were emotionless as they aimed as Sakura S. . . and then Sakura K. . . then back at the darker clone.
"You. . . The darker twin. . . I know you're made up of the Satsu no Hadou. I can't let you go on living. . . Prepare yourself."
Sakura S. was puzzled. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything wr--"
She never finished. The mysterious girl dropped her travel bag and immediately charged at her, a black aura surrounding her, and prepared to strike. . .
End of Chapter 3 Next Chapter: The new being of Satsu