Chapter 6
"Disciple of a Demon"
Naruto sighed as he gazed at the reports he was accessing. Across from him sat one of the few men in the world who knew him on a personal level. Nara Shikamaru had stood beside the blonde Master ever since their early childhood, and they had even been trained to fight for the same circle of clans. Naruto was two years his senior; having been the best trainee to ever be recognized since his own father, while Shikamaru watched from a distance as the man became a legend in the martial arts realm.
That came with all of his rise and falls. Each of them just as equal as the other.
At the moment, the two friends were discussing a topic that concerned the caretaker of the orphanage.
"It has been a year since Asuma has given me the initial reports. The final three pillars of the Council has finally fallen." Naruto backtracked and tightened his grip on the folders. "To think that the clans could afford such powerful Masters. How many are there?" He had yet to finish going through the list of pictures.
"Thirty-four. That's not even their full force I hear." Shikamaru scratched his head. "I have to admit though, the bounty on your head is very impressive. It make's Asuma-sensei's look like the cheapest candy bars." He pointed to the file on the front detailing Naruto's profile.
"I might consider letting you turn me in." The blonde replied sarcastically, his eyes scrunching at the numbers. "Hm. I could live five full lives with this money. What do you say? Think we can pull it off?" He grinned in a mischievous sort of way. To be honest, it had been a long time since he had seen Naruto so laid back. The energy from his deprived youth had seemed revitalized recently.
Shikamaru rolled his eyes and smirked sardonically. "I don't think we can pull the old Trojan Horse anymore, Naruto. We're not that young and lucky. Besides, I'm sure they would prefer to take you dead rather than alive at first sight."
"You would be surprised by the effectiveness of rudimentary strategies, Shika'." Replied the blonde. "Nonetheless, I suppose you are right. This is not a childhood prank."
"Yep. It's very troublesome." The Nara agreed. "I would suggest that you go into hiding for the rest of your life but with you having a disciple, things will eventually complicate. If she were to catch the eye of an informant, the whole world will know that Yúnlóngquán has returned."
Naruto nodded solemnly. "That is a problem."
"Yes and she will definitely not be spared. They spent many years hunting down your old students and anyone with even the smallest knowledge of your skills. I believe only one survived the purge...and she has disappeared from the face of the Earth." Shikamaru almost spat, hating the history of their enemies. "To remember their deeds; it sickens me to the core."
"It does but I admit, it was mostly my fault. The blood of my former students are on my hands." Naruto stated as if it were a fact. Shikamaru only looked at him and scoffed. "I was the one who-"
"Let's change topics before you begin your self-pity act." The younger of the two cut in. "They are the ones that took revenge in such a round-about way. Shame you couldn't finish the job all those years ago...then maybe all of these problems wouldn't exist."
"I do not have a self-pity act." Replied the blonde with a small twitch in the eye. "But yes, let's have topic change."
"Right then. Now, I'm not much of a strategist," Naruto merely gave him a look that said 'bullshit'. "-but I think it would be prudent to at least disappear for a while. Or maybe..."
"Hm?"
The lazy business-man seemed to be deep in thought. "Ok. Here's what I'm thinking."
The two old friends spent most of the evening discussing strategy before they turned in. Shikamaru had only returned briefly, believing that the information he was bringing was too important to just fax this time around.
As far as the Nara was concerned, something big was going to go down and the blonde master would soon be in the midst of it all.
Ryuuto Asamiya sat facing his many underlings with an apathetic look on his face. The plan his master, Kensei, had suggested him to do was still in the beginning stages. When everything would come together, he could only guess what would happen in the end; the future was a very fickle thing. After all, only the most skilled could take down an organization such as Yomi. Ragnarök was still a rising group but with him at the helm, it would take maybe five or six more years before they were ready to take the international stage. That was honestly not that long.
It was a very slow recruiting day. He had begun Ragnarok in hopes of matching the power of Yomi, a group he was actually a part of, but he knew that he wasn't the group's best. Not by a long shot. Why was he doing this?
Well, why not? Was the better question. What better way to test his capacity?
Ryuuto only had three notable members at the moment though. To his right was tall young man with fair-skin, dark blonde hair spiked up and blue eyes. He wore a white sleeveless shirt, blue jeans, white sneaker, and red jacket with its sleeves ripped off. His name was Shougo Kitsukawa; his code name was Berserker, the Second Fist of Ragnarok.
To Ryuuto's left was a tall and attractive dark-skinned girl with blue-eyes and short messy brown hair. Despite her calm and cold outward appearance, she like the other two, were still technically teenagers. Her real name was Kaname Kugatachi; code-named Freya, the Third Fist of Ragnarok.
Ryuuto himself went by the alias, Odin; the First Fist of Ragnarok. The three of them made the Three of Cards, the most skilled fighters of the gang.
Although, since they were the only three, that title didn't really mean much yet. But Ryuuto did acknowledge that the two beside him were incredibly skilled. Not on the same level as Yomi but they were definitely no regular thugs. The Fists of Ragnarok were martial artists at the core, not delinquents.
Berserker was debatable. But that was not an important topic.
"The underlings seem very agitated." Odin muttered to himself. He usually took a couple of days off from training to reign in the control of the gang. Berserker was usually the one that took control of the overall numbers while Odin trained with Kensei. Freya recruited her own people to a group known as the Valkyries. They were an all girl group that focused on weaponry.
Freya herself used a staff.
"I heard..." The dark-skinned girl replied in a low tone. She was not one for conversation. "That there is a very young girl that has been defeating many of our sub-section fighters. She is nameless and all we know is that she has short, brown hair."
"Really?" Odin sent her a curious look. "Are you interested?"
"I want to know who this girl is. Unfortunately, our...underlings are not very descriptive. I doubt they would recognize her a second time." Her tone conveyed annoyance at the sheer incompetence of the lower members. Her Valkyries would have been able to spot and track her from the moment she was spotted.
Odin thought about the situation. "A martial artist?"
"Likely. The girl took down fifteen of ours at the same time. That was what was reported." Berserker added his two cents. "Fifteen weaklings."
"But it is still something of a feat." Ryuuto acknowledged. The Three of Cards could take down fifteen gang members with their eyes closed and still walk away unscathed, but Ragnarok was in desperate need of mid to high tier fighters. Perhaps the girl would be an interesting recruit.
"Freya."
The staff user nodded. "My Valkyries are tracking her down this very second."
Yokohama
"Honoka, my favorite Japanese girl. How are you today?"
In the last year, the young brunette had grown exponentially. The formerly short girl now stood at fifty-five inches (4'5), a height that was above the average of girls her age of ten. Her short brown hair had grown slightly longer but not enough to call for any adjustments. She wore a simple school uniform under a long-sleeve black, hooded jacket.
"Uncle Hakubi." She smiled cutely. "Sorry for not visiting recently. Things have been hectic!"
"So I've heard." The old man then gave her a stern look. "I've been hearing of interesting rumors concerning you." He crossed his arms between his chest.
"...Eh?" The girl shot him a bemused look.
The old man walked around an empty table and motioned for her to sit. There was currently no other customers in the restaurant. "I don't mind if you don't visit, silly girl. I understand that you have your own life. However!" He reached into his robes and pulled out a folder; and gave it to her.
"There have been rumors of a very skilled martial artist beating up gangs at every corner. Brown hair, fifty-five inches and is said to be using a...form of Chinese Quan Fa." Hakubi gave her a look.
Honoka put on her best innocent face. The old man was not pleased.
"Silly girl, I understand that you wish to protect younger children from older delinquents but you must exercise caution. You are very fortunate that these delinquents are just that, delinquents. They do not know what style you truly possess."
The brunette sighed. "I don't get why it's so important to hide my style. It's annoying to have to restrain myself to just the basics."
Hakubi scratched his bald head. "It is not my story to tell. Perhaps it is best to ask your sensei."
Before Honoka could answer, the front door of the restaurant exploded open. Honoka jumped up and looked towards the entrance to see the source. Hakubi, ever the calm old man, merely sat with a blank look on her face.
"Ma Ryou!"
The bald man quipped a brow and analyzed the intruder. It was a girl who looked a few years older than Honoka. She had bright blue eyes and upper-back-length navy hair that was done up in an intricate braiding. Her clothes consisted of a simple chinese dress that barely covered her thighs.
Honoka didn't know what to think.
"...Renka?" Hakubi tilted his head for a moment. "Renka! That is you! Why are you here and not in China?" His dialect suddenly changed to his native one of Chinese.
Honoka, being a student of said dialect and having been forced to speak it to her sensei every day, was now somewhat proficient in the language.
"I have come to return my father home to China! Mama is irate!" The girl yelled with a high amount of energy. She placed her hands on her hips. "Now, where is he?!"
"Why don't you have some tea first? We can talk about this later." Hakubi completely ignored the fighting aura Renka was emitting. The youngest of the three watched the girl warily, cautious of her growing annoyance.
"I don't have time for that! Papa has to come home now!" When Hakubi showed no signs of saying a thing, the blue haired girl launched herself and went for a flying kick at the old, bald man. Hakubi would have done something had he not sensed Honoka kick a chair at Renka's flight path.
Breaking the chair with her kick, Renka landed and back flipped carefully to the wall and got into a stance. "Who are you?!"
"Hey! Careful, this is my favorite restaurant! You know how hard it is to find good fujian around here!?"
The owner of the restaurant couldn't help but be amused at the girl's motivations.
Renka was not one for humor. She approached the younger girl very cautiously in her own stance and sized her up. Honoka was also prepared for a bout. "...It can't be." Renka muttered. "That looks like Shaolinquan but there is a slight deviation of positioning. Who are you?"
"In this country, is polite to introduce yourself before asking for someone else's name!" The young brunette chided. The older teen narrowed her eyes.
"Ma Renka. Phoenix Alliance's Ma Style Kempo!"
"Shirahama Honoka. Yúnlóngquán." Renka could have sworn that style sounded familiar.
The two glared each other down fiercely. Hakubi merely watched with a cup of tea in his left hand.
The two females stood still for ten seconds before one grew impatient. Renka exploded forward and began a chain of unrelenting rapid one-two punch combos. Honoka weaved in between them with more than a little effort while keeping both her hands positioned in a basic stance. But as she did this, the brunette was forced to retreat back during her observation stage. Before long, Honoka was forced back into a wall and Renka took advantage by launching a very fast drill-like kick. "Ma Style: Jian Ti (Arrow Kick)!"
Having telegraphed the movement before it began, Honoka hopped just as the kick was half completed and used her left arm to push on Renka's thigh, using it as a springer; the girl saw in that split second that the kick did fair damage to the wall, giving it several cracks. While in mid-air, Honoka span into her opponent's momentum and aimed an elbow at the girl's well endowed chest. "Longxuan (Dragon Spin)!" Just as the strike was about to land, Renka brought forward her right hand and tilted away the attack; before taking a small reprieve from the offensive by jumping back.
"Not bad, little girl." Renka smirked and got back into form. "But only a dumb muscle would fall for such a simple counter!"
"Pft! You talk big but you haven't landed a single clean hit!" Honoka snorted. "No more playing around." She shifted her feet and lowered her stance. Renka narrowed her eyes and prepared herself.
Renka's face was that of surprise as she noted that the young girl's in-step far surpassed any other disciple she had ever met. Being instantly put on the defensive, Renka taking many back-steps and began blocking punches that seemed to come from all directions. In an instant, the attack disappeared from sight leaving the chinese girl confused for a whole second; enough for Honoka to sweep her legs from below. "No!" Renka wanted to curse but her focus was on the in-coming heel coming at her from the air.
"Longuizishou (Dragon Executioner)!" However, just like before, Renka moved instinctively to bring her right arm to defend. Moving it in a spinning motion, the heel that came down was smoothly diverged away from it's original target area, and landed on the restaurant floor.
Hakubi watched as Honoka's heel land on the floor rather than Renka's chest. Impressed, he muttered out loud. "Oh, nice Kakei."
Honoka grunted in annoyance. It was rare for her finishing attack to miss so widely. "Taichiquan's Kakei. Never met anyone who could do that before."
Renka smiled and summer-saulted backwards to gain a respectable distance. "You're pretty good yourself, little girl." The younger girl bristled at the insult but ultimately kept her cool. No need to lose her head here. "You are a lot better than most of the disciples back home."
"Hm." Was her only reply. "Let's finish this." Honoka took a deep breath and rotated her arms in a circular motion; her eyes seemed to have calmed down from the earlier skirmish. The stance she held before was the same but Renka could feel the girl's ominous aura.
"Oh..." Hakubi mused at the Japanese girl's sudden attitude change. "I always thought she would have been a Dou fighter. Can't judge a book by it's cover."
Renka also saw it. "Seikuken (Control of the Air Sphere)...heh? This will be tougher than I thought." The blue haired girl charged ahead like the first time around and launched a thunderous combination joint attacks that was being pushed back by Honoka's carefully calculated counters. The exchange lasted for fifteen seconds, but to the two girls, it lasted much longer. Renka's knee rose to strike but that was easily pushed back, followed by a counter punch that landed right on Renka's stomach' pushing her back. Seeing the opening, Honoka stepped into the girl's guard and placed her right foot behind Renka's left; and swept her down while using her own forward momentum to swing down.
The brunette looked to land a direct punch to her face but using both legs, Renka wrapped them around Honoka's body and used them to throw her forward. Honoka roughly landed on her shoulder and swiftly dodged a flying kick from Renka; who destroyed a table in place.
The bald man twitched at the mayhem the fight was causing. "This is getting out of hand." He stood up and flared his ki, freezing both girls in place. They stared at him with wide eyes and stiff muscles.
"Enough. Why don't we have tea like civil people." He smiled. But that smile was not like any other. Behind him was an abundant amount of pressure that swayed the opinion of both girls.
"S-sure." They both stuttered.
Breaking off eye-contact, Honoka and Renka got out of their fighting stances and went to go join Hakubi; albeit on completely opposite sides of the table.
The two girls glared at each other from a distance while mending their respective wounds. Despite dodging more than a few of their opponent's attacks, the ones that did had been painful. Renka personally had a hard time believing someone so young could punch so hard. She had never fought anyone so skilled at her age, not even back in China.
"Now then..." Hakubi had finished warming up the kettle. "Let's-"
"Who is your Master?! I've never seen that style before!" Renka cut him off loudly and rudely pointed at her opponent. Sighing, the old man shook his head at being ignored so easily. The girl was nothing like his nephew.
"My style is called-"
"I'm not stupid." Renka cut in again. "You called it Yúnlóngquán." She quoted with her fingers. "It sounds very familiar..."
"It should." Honoka dipped her head. "My Master said that his style was heavily influenced by several others. Most of them from China; specifically Shaolinquan and Bajiquan."
"I noticed." The blue haired girl grunted, rubbing the spot where one of the girl's elbows struck. It had happened sometime during the Seikuken exchange. "But there was more."
"Yes. Yúnlóngquán has more intermixed styles. My Master travelled the world after all."
"And who is this Master?"
Straightening her back, she pridefully announced. "Uzumaki Naruto."
Hakubi sighed and palmed his face.
Renka widened her eyes and tensed. "Come again?" She had heard the first time but she wanted to clarify. The adrenaline from her fight was diminishing and her mind was thinking more clearly.
"I said," She refrained. "My Master is Uzumaki Naruto." Renka only stared at her for a long time. Hakubi felt her aura spiking and moved to subdue her in a flash of speed. Neither girl saw him move from where he sat.
That was the difference between a disciple and a Master.
"Now, now...no need to jump to conclusions."
"Why not?! Her Master is the 'Massacre Man'!" The teen girl spat hatefully. "He is a sworn enemy of the Phoenix Alliance! A Demon! A Devil! A Fiend!"
"SHUT UP!" Honoka banged both her hands on the table, breaking it in half. The tea Hakubi had prepared landed on the floor and had spilt all over the floor. "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT DON'T TALK ABOUT MY MASTER LIKE THAT YOU STUPID SKANK!"
"Such troublesome girls." Hakubi sighed. "Honestly, you children must learn to Quiet Down!" The old man's smile turned absolutely feral; his ki spiking to a level that forced the two girls to settle down in sheer fear. Hakubi took the two sides of the broken table and slammed it into each other, forcing it to temporarily work as a table.
He seemed to be on the edge of his patience as well.
"Now, I believe we have something of a misunderstanding." He looked at Renka. "Uzumaki Naruto has long, long denounced the way of Satsujinken (Fist of Killing). He is no longer a 'sworn' enemy of the Phoenix Alliance. Your father announced this many years ago."
"Not many share that sentiment. Many of the Alliance are still wary of him!"
"What are you talking about!? My Master is a great man!" Honoka retorted. "Stop speaking such...such lies!"
The chinese girl let out a hollow laugh. "Silly, stupid girl! Your Master has shed more blood than you could ever dream of. His kill count has four zeros in it! Do you understand what I am telling you or must I switch over to your native language!?"
"LIAR!" Honoka spat back at her, eye glaring darkly. "YOU LIE, MY MASTER WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!"
"Ignorance! I hate it. You're studying under a man that you know NOTHING about. Uzumaki Naruto was the man that betrayed his own clan and butchered them in a single night. He killed five hundred martial artists and hunted down any surviving members during that slaughter. He is a monster in the skin of a human! Even before that, he was a renowned assassin who killed in cold blood. He's killed many warriors of the Phoenix Alliance under the orders of the very people he eventually betrayed! His head is worth more than an entire country!"
"Liar! He is just a regular Caretaker at a small orphanage! He would never do all things that you say!" Honoka looked at Hakubi with a pleading gaze. "Please, tell her!"
Hakubi frowned and shook his head, mentally apologizing to his friend. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way."
The brunette's lips began to tremble and her eyes tightened. "U-uncle?"
"Your Master's past is...bloody to say the least. He and I were enemies a long time ago. Well, kind of. But then...something happened that triggered the massacre of his clan. They called themselves 'Konoha' and they were strict followers of Satsujinken. However, that is not my story to tell." He pinned a look at Renka. "Neither is it yours. Not that you know the entire story."
"Hmph!" She turned her head in the opposite direction. "What's there to know? A killer will always be just that, a killer!"
Honoka was trembling in both confusion and anger; most of the latter was aimed at the blue haired girl. "I don't believe you."
"Despite his past, Naruto is not a monster. He's actually a pleasant man. A far cry from his younger days." Hakubi repressed a shiver as he remembered a pair of hungry red eyes. "You are still a hot-head, Renka."
"Can you blame me for reacting the way I did? All I wanted to know was the location of my father and along the way, I meet the disciple of one of the most infamous assassins in History? He is the modern day...as the Japanese say, 'Hitokiri'."
"Tch. I can't hear any more of this! I'll come back later." Honoka stormed out the door, knocking down an employee on the way.
Hakubi scratched his head and wondered how he was going to tell Naruto about this. Maybe he should drop a call in the next half hour.
The man really didn't need this on top of the troubles coming his way.
"What a horrible day." He looked at the blue haired girl. "Well, then, why are you here again?" Hakubi tilted his head.
For some reason, Renka had a horrible feeling that it would be a long time before she got the location of her father from the bald man.
With Naruto
"Sensei!" Haku ran up the stairs urgently and nearly slammed the main office door open. "Sensei!"
"Hm?" The blond caretaker looked up from his desk. "Is something the matter?"
Haku stepped up to the desk and gave him a black letter. Naruto narrowed his eyes tightly and felt something cold enter him when he saw the seal that was placed on it.
It was a leaf with an internal spiral design.
With Honoka
The young school-girl sat solemnly on a lone bench in the middle of Koryou. Her hood was up to protect herself from the coming rain that had begun sometime during her fight with Renka. She was currently going over what she had just been told not too long ago in her young mind.
Her Master...a Demon? Impossible. He was such a kind man. A good man. He took care of children for a living! The girl must have been lying.
Was she?
Even her Uncle Hakubi confirmed the facts. He didn't seem happy about it but a confirmation was just that. Honoka trusted the man as did her sensei. But according to Hakubi, the two friends used to be sworn enemies. How in the world did that happen? Honoka didn't understand it at all. It was so confusing.
Suddenly, she heard several people surrounding her. Their footsteps were loud and unrefined. With her hood clouding most of her face, Honoka looked up and saw a group of girls standing around with weapons. What an odd sight.
"According to our scouts, the details of a child who has been fighting our gang matches your description perfectly. Well, by height and hair color anyway. Are you the one?"
Honoka grunted in an unladylike way. "And what of it?" It's not like she kept track of who she beat up. All she cared about was the safety of the younger children of Koryou.
"Why don't you take off that hood? We can't see your face. Freya-sama wishes to recruit you." The lead girl said. "You should feel honored."
"Honored?"
Honoka remembered the words of Hakubi. "The world cannot know that Yulongquan lives. It is essential." Was she so careless? Had she been lucky all of this time? If the information that skank had given her was right, then she could have been in serious danger had someone found her out.
"Yes. Ragnarok is a rising group of martial artists who wish to dominate this city. Your skills have caught the eyes of my superiors."
The young brunette snorted. "Martial artists? I don't see any of the sort around here." Some of the Valkyries bristled at the young girl's callous comment. "If I remember correctly, I fought a group of bullies who claimed to be under the banner of a group called 'Ragnarok'. To me, you're all the same. Just another filthy gang that needs to be taught a lesson."
"Insolent girl." The lead Valkyrie snarled. "We'll be taking you to Freya-sama with or without your consent. You don't stand a chance against us! We have weapons."
Honoka shook her head in disgust. "A weapon is little more than a spoon in the hands of amateurs." She eyed one of the girls who held a sansetsukon. "Horrible form."
"Valkyries! Take her down." Honoka stood still and watch calmly as five girls with five different weapons rushed from all sides. The brunette dodged a strike from the girl holding a sansetsukon, and kicked the weapon out from her hand; all the while simultaneously avoiding the attacks from the other Valkyries.
"What the-" One of the teens went down as Honoka smacked the back of her head with the now straightened weapon.
"The Sansetsukon (Three Section Staff) is my weapon of choice as well. I couldn't bare watching you flail it around anymore. It's disgusting." Honoka groused and eyed the rest of the teenagers. "
"What are you all doing?! There's only one girl!"
Honoka disconnected the staff and began to spin rapidly across the ground; her form matched that of a dancer but at a quicker pace. At the same time however, the three sectioned staff in her hands also began to whirl around violently; cohesive with her movements. The Valkyries watched in absolute horror as the spinning turned into a storm of whip-like lashing strikes.
"Haryuu Arashi (Spring Dragon Tempest)!" None of the girls were able to stop the whipping lash-like attacks that was being unleashing on them. The head girl watched as a dozen of the Valkyries fell in a matter of moments.
A mere seven seconds later, the entire group was wiped out. Honoka with her hood still up, resembled something of an ominous figure from the eyes of the head Valkyrie. The teen girl felt the seed of fear enter her heart. "W-who are you?" She fell to her knees, quivering in her spot.
"..." Honoka looked at her, knowing that the girl couldn't see her real face.
"My name?" She uttered. "Take this back to your 'Freya-sama'. You can call me, 'Xinku'."
The lead girl seemed bemused. "Xinku?"
Honoka smiled. "A play on words. It takes the Japanese word, 'Kuro' and the Chinese word, 'Xinxing'. Look it up." And with that, the young brunette turned home with the intent of sleeping over her troubled thoughts.
Perhaps there was another way of going about her little side activities.
END
Alright guys. One more pre-canon chapter. Lucky 7, right? I'm a bit unsure about this chapter since I kind of struggled with the Renka fight. It's easy to see in my head, but on paper, it's a cluster-you-know-what. Speaking of Renka, I hope you guys don't think I'm bashing her. I thought it was a reasonable reaction. Well...for me because I'm the one creating Naruto's past. I feel that it is perfectly right for her to be so...violent.
The guest guys. I'm so sorry. I completely forgot I had to approve your reviews for it to show on the page. I had no idea, I'll be sure to look into that.
For the people who thought I would be jumping right into the Battle Dome, that was actually meant for later. I wanted to show it a bit early so you all wouldn't have thought I was just pulling it out of my you-know-what later on in the story.
Yes, Honoka's weapon of choice is a Sansetsukon AKA a Three-Section-Staff. It's freaking awesome. Go to youtube, search up "Hero of the East" and "Three section staff". It's a movie of a Chinese Master using a sansetsukon and he's fighting a Bruce Lee wannabe who's using a tonfa and nunchucks. It's a damn good fight.
I revealed a bit of Naruto's past. And no, he's not OP. Don't be silly. He's not owning people at 0.001% of his power. Lol, Hayato Furinji is still the king in this verse. Naruto is on the level of a Super-Master. Who he's above and below, I will not divulge. Blame Konoha for having a lot of fodder.
And yes, that is my idea of hyping an ex-Satsujinken Master. Naruto is basically the Itachi of this world, you could say. Except blond...and shorter hair...and different back story. And no younger brother. And no Sharingan. I promise, when you see these hints of red eyes, IT IS NOT THE SHARINGAN. I PROMISE! C:
If there's a similarity that can be drawn, it would be to the Hitokiri Battosai.
Short Ragnarok scene. It is to set up familiarity.
TECHNIQUES:
Tianfang (Sky Fang): Easy. It's basically a drop kick that involved a drilling body motion.
Longxuan (Dragon Spin): It's a counter technique that involves spinning into the opponent's forward momentum and landing an elbow. It's painful if connected as are most counters.
Longuizishou (Dragon Executioner): Imagine Naruto's "Uzumaki Barrage" but without the clones. Honoka sweeps the opponent's legs from below and jumps very quickly to land a spinning heel drop on the chest. It's power depends on how long Honoka gets to spend in mid-air spinning.
Seikuken (Control of the Air Sphere): All Kenichi readers should know this. It's basically the domain where Honoka can reach and deflect. With her style, she counters better in that range. She is after all, a counter fighter.
Xinku means "Black Nova". I made up the word. It is a play on words, like I said. Funny enough, it sounds a lot like 'Shinku" which means Crimson. A lot of people like this word. I was stuck between Xinku and something like "Dark Dragon Fairy" or "Black Fairy" but a lot of people don't really see anything tough about fairies. So I went with Nova. Believe me, in a lot of Chinese movies, someone with a name like "Dark Fairy" is taken very seriously. I'm trying to remember this one very good movie...I don't remember. I know it was called Hero of the something-to-do-with-a-bird. It's the same genre as the Chinese Paladin. Whatever. There was a villain that had fairy in her nickname and she was a BEAST. [Edit: I was told that the story was the Condor Trilogy which I am familiar with. Also, who I was referring to was Li Mo Chou who was called the something Fairy (there's like a billion different translations. Only the ones who read the book and understands the language will know it. The one I saw was Serpent Fairy)]
A terrible sickness has gotten a hold of me recently. I'm getting better but this chapter's development was stunted because of it. I planned it to come out by early Friday. Yeah, didn't happen.
Have a nice day.