The rise of the Six

Chapter 1

Tempest knew it now.

Without a doubt he was going to go through with his dream. He will become a sumo wrestler and obtain the rank of Yokozuna. He announced it over dinner a few days later after his little incident at the makeshift dojo. He stood up from the table and stated. "From this moment on, I am going to train to be Yokozuna!" he said aloud.

The table fell silent for a moment. Tempest turned to his mother Melee as she appeared sort of surprise. "Well, I better up the grocery budget then…" she said offhandedly. "You have been eating more ever since you started to train."

Tempest blushed at the notion yet sighed. "The problem is no matter what I eat, I don't put on the mass like they do."

"Genetics," said Alley. "You probably will gain a little bit of weight but not enough to look like an actual sumo wrestler. Brawler genetics and all." She explained between mouthfuls. "Besides, it's not all that bad. If anything it will give you an advantage, your frame can move about easily and you will be able to avoid strikes with nimble steps."

"However…" chimed Suiryu. "If he does too much dodging, it will be worked against him. They consider that a coward and cheap move to say the least."

The table paused as all eyes came upon him. "What? I'm into sumo wrestling! Hell if I were bigger, I would have probably gone on into sumo myself!" he said and laughed. "Girls flock to those guys too, the higher the rank, the easier they come to you to say the least."

"ANYWAY" Alley said abruptly. "Your figure shouldn't matter, Tempest. As long as you can hold your own you are fine."

"Your sister is right." His father said. "Despite the fact you do not look like a traditional sumo wrestler, your statue alone will be enough to show your dominance in the ring. We still got to polish up your moves a bit, also if you are serious about this, you should ask Oni to take you on as a disciple. If that happens, you would be living in a sumo stable and not at home."

He paused and let it all sink in. "I've… never lived away from home before…"

"It's a big step, however, if you are going to do this, it's best you speak with someone who knows the industry. Just from what I have heard through others about Oni, he was a former Yokozuna himself, after his retirement, no one had become Yokozuna since… until Raiden."

"Since then, Raiden has dominated the industry. Even though he's a Neo Hero, he still wrestles from time to time. He has to since he never retired or stated he was leaving the industry. However, there are certain standards one has to reach in order to face him. No one has managed to grab that brass ring yet." Said Suiryu.

Tempest began to think long and hard over the notion. But he was already convinced, he has to see this through. He's been training for this and wouldn't know what to do with himself if he just gave up on the notion. As well, he worried what kind of message that would send to his siblings… also to his father who helped him train this far.

"HEY MY DINNER!" He snapped out of his train of thoughts as he saw Hunter staring down at an empty plate. It was full a moment ago, but then vanished before his eyes. Yet his sister Alley smirked as she ate Hunter's share without hesitation. "DAD!" he protested.

"Alley…"

"I was hungry! He was taking his dear sweet time with it!" she protested.

"Get more from the table damn it!" Hunter snapped back.

Tempest smirked to the commotion, it's not the first time she has done this either. Just yesterday she did the same to Pac! It wasn't like her to say the least, however father was keeping a close eye on her. Yuuma was now hiding his plate to ensure she didn't take his dinner!

"Can we get back to the conversation at hand please?" Tempest asked. "It's a lot to consider. There is much to do and I feel in little time to do it in. However, I have made up my mind and decided. I will see this through!" he said with great conviction.

"We will up the training then." His father announced, but then a smirk came over him. "This is going to piss off Sweet Mask to no end!"

"Why would it upset him?" asked Yuuma.

Father smirked. "Considering that your brother could possibly outshine him is one, second of all. I doubt Amai would ever be seen in a mawashi belt and loincloth, it doesn't leave much to the imagination. Third… the fact that someone related to him is doing something he would consider to be embarrassing… I can't wait to get started!"

"I'm going to beat him at his own game…" Yuuma announced. There came a stern look of determination over his face. "I'm going to show him how easily he can be replaced…"

"That's the spirit," said his mother. "But let just keep this all on the down low for now. I have no doubt everyone is going to find an interest and hobby they are just going to gravitate to."

"I've made my own clothing line," said Athena. "I actually have a meeting with a fashion designer."

The table was stunned. "Since when the hell did that happen!?" demanded Hunter.

"Well, funny story. I was at the mall a while ago looking over the clothing and stuff like that. I want to find a way to revolutionize it, since after all, clothing is one of the most wasted products in the world. So I was researching the materials when a man approached me. I had my back up since when a guy comes up to me, it's not a pleasant conversation to say the least. But, he was admiring my outfit and asked where I obtained it from. When I told him I made it, he pulled out a business card. 'We need to talk darling, you have an eye for fashion and so do I.' he said and left." The table appeared to be enthralled with the tale now.

"Who was the guy?" Alley asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, but took out the card he gave her. "Guillermo… something or other…"

"Guillermo Vestor!?" demanded mother.

"You heard of him?"

"He's the top fashion designer in all the supercontinent… he's the one responsible for dressing Amai Mask half the time." She explained.

Yuuma began to smirk. "Is it just me, or is somehow the universe shinning on all of us right now?" he asked as the smile on this lips grew.

"I want you to think this carefully Yuuma. Just because you could make his life a living hell, doesn't mean you should." Mother warned.

He was rather upset to the advice. "But mom!" he protested.

"Kid, listen to her, because I was just as tempted as you were." His father chimed in. Tempest listened as she explained that despite the fact that they could so something like this to Amai Mask, doesn't make it right.

"You need to look at the positive side of all of this. You are still together with your siblings, you have a wonderful family and a roof over your head. You are able to explore different options for yourself to find what makes you passionate about your path. Had it been his way, he may have forced you down a one way path when you want to go another." She explained.

Tempest watched as Yuuma thought it over. "Goddamn it, how does she do it!?"

His father snorted. "If you figure it out, I would like a hint."