Pre-story A.N.: good day to you readers, here's chapter 5 of Banchou of the Dead. The Infected (different from the standard Them) did not make an appearance in this chapter, but the next one. I hope you find it to your liking.
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Takashi Komuro: Thank you. I did hear that season 2 is coming out soon, but I don't know about any continuation of the manga though. Maybe Shouji Sato is busy with other things?
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I also thought it was weird. I mean, Takashi does not have the image of a star student, a flunky, or even a normal one. When I first read Highschool of the Dead, I originally thought he was a badass delinquent, but it turned out he was just a (seemingly) normal student. The image of a punk Takashi was what I brought into the story.
Well, there are actually many ways of writing the romaji. for instance, if I use the Hepburn romanization, his name would be Kohta; JSL: Koota; waapuro romaji: Kouta. But thank you for bringing this up. I learned something from it.
I also think it was very stupid of the gang to bring him along.
Well, I tried to keep the dojikko character of Shizuka. Was it too much?
n0mster: thank you for the support. The group was caught off guard because they were distracted by the conversation of Takashi's relationship. But because they were looking (hearing?) for undead noises, i.e.: moaning, shuffling feet, groaning, etc. they paid less attention to the other sounds. Kouta will have 2 additions to his harem; both are from Fujimi Gakuen. Can you guess who? the verdict will be announced after the review replies.
Alrighty: It's kind of hard to be done out of obligation, but I'll try.
Guest: Are you Alrighty? Well the concept is plausible, but it really depends on what you mean by staying romantic. Thank you for the recommendation. I will enjoy it if I have the time. Since you brought up 'fine by themselves', I actually had a thought: what if Takashi and Saeko were already married, in the 'business', and had a child when the epidemic hit? Anyone up for it? I think everyone knows to not mess around with Saeko she has the 'sadist mode' after all. Rei's treatment to Takashi is actually part of her and Hisashi's secret. something that I hinted at the early chapters, but no one guessed. Can you guess what it is? Heheheh
NewAgeOfPower: Well, I think that Kouta's early attraction to Saya was rather physical (he thinks she's cute, etc), but his later attraction to Asami was more emotional because she appreciates him more. So I don't really agree with your opinion that it felt like NTR. But it was a good point though.
eiyuuou: sorry if you don't like the concept. But there's a small vote after the story that I think you might be interested in (which I won't bother putting in the vote section because I prefer reading your opinion on the questions rather just a choose this or that)
aprilliarsv: Thank you for the input. I was actually thinking of a breed of undead that could run, jump, etc. the details are written below.
argentorum: Thank you for the support. Actually, Japanese civilians can own guns, but they need a stack of permits which are expensive and annoying to process. I think that I will add Shizuka and Rika to Takashi's harem and add 2 characters from Fujimi Gakuen to Kouta's. Most people don't seem to agree with the special zombies and it's mostly certain that they won't show up. The powerups are also in a stalemate, but I'll see what I can do about that. I mean even in the canon, Saeko did have the berserk mode. Thank you for the compliment. I hope you keep reading the stories.
reject77: You'll know Takashi's background pretty soon. I think some people already found out it. Care to guess? ^_^
MT's Souless6: I know I took too long. But I have work to deal with: one of my coworkers was transferred to another division, adding my workload and my other coworker's; my brother got married; and other stuff happened. But thank you for the review.
Thank you also to KailSakray, strikeout, edboy4926, Meeelvin WooolF, and IronShounen RS.
Announcement: There's a pilot chapter of 'The Last Living Banchou' in the end of this chapter which is basically a glimpse of Takashi's past from 4 years ago. I was thinking of making several other stories for Highschool of the Dead:
Sengoku Youkai Taisen (Warring States Great Youkai War); which will be set in the Sengoku era,
The Last Living Banchou; if it is well received. But this story could go 2 ways:
A series of one-shots during Takashi and Saeko's delinquent days which will make it a prequel to Banchou of the Dead, or
A spinoff in which Z-day never happened.
If you choose 1, I might write a story of the Komuro family after Takashi married Saeko and had a child, and Z-day will happen somewhere along the way.
Please write your opinion in the review.
Chapter 5: No rest for the Dead
It was almost nightfall when the group reached the residential district of Tokonosu city. Between dodging crazed survivors, police blockades, and hordes of Them, it was actually a small wonder the trip didn't take until midnight.
After driving for nearly half an hour, they reached an apartment building with a Humvee parked near it. Needless to say, Hirano Kouta was absolutely giddy seeing the large vehicle.
After the truck was parked next to it, the chubby boy immediately ran to the Humvee and stood still, admiring the beauty of it.
"A Humvee!" he exclaimed happily. "A military model too!"
"Is this the place?" Komuro Takashi asked as he stretched a bit.
"Yup, isn't it just lovely?" Marikawa Shizuka answered happily. It was her first time home after 2 days; add in the fact that those 2 days felt longer than her entire life, her joy of seeing the gated house was completely normal.
"A gated maisonette with a clear view of the street, near river and a convenience store. If you want to make a fortress, this is probably one of the best options there is." Takagi Saya commented. "Let's start unloading our stuff then. We'll just think about what we're gonna do once we're inside...
"Of course, leave it to Them to make things harder for us." She said with a shrug as she heard feet shuffling from inside. "Everyone, listen up. We'll have to clean the place up before we can rest."
"Hirano, you ride on the back." She commanded. "Don't shoot anything until I tell you to."
"Understood!" he replied with a salute after snapping out of his speechless phase.
"Komuro, you push the truck into the parking area and lock the gates behind you. Your job is to be as quiet as possible. Got it?"
"Yeah."
"Busujima-senpai and Miyamoto will be the guards. Defend Komuro and if anything gets inside your range, kill it.
"Marikawa-sensei and I will be in the car to park it inside since we're non-combatants. Now, our clean-up operation begins."
Then, as everyone entered the truck, Takashi began pushing the silver truck. After five minutes of, the entered the maisonette and he closed the gate with a light 'bang' and as he slid the gate's slot in, the first shot was fired and the killing began.
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Minami Rika's apartment, 18:00
"That took a while." Saya said as she wiped her hands with a towel. The group was lounging around in the living room after cleaning Them out. It was nice to have a place to call home, even for a while.
"Well, you were the one who insisted on making it harder." Takashi replied after gulped down some canned coffee. "Don't get any blood in the apartment, don't break anything, and so on and so on. Do you think you could pull it off?"
"I know I couldn't, that's why you guys are the offense team, right?" the pink haired girl shot back. "So, what are we gonna do now?"
"Everyone, get comfortable. We'll discuss what we know about Them." The young man called out.
"It's a good thing I wrote notes then." She said as she stood up and walked forwards, making sure that everyone could see her.
"Alright," she started. "This is what we know about Them. I'll start with general information.
"We call the undead that we're facing Them because They don't share several characteristics with the common undead generally known as 'Zombies'. As we've seen during the past 2 days, They can attack one of Their own. We also don't necessarily have to destroy their brain, beheading works just as well.
"They are sensitive to sound and possibly heat. They might retain their sense of smell. Although unsure, assume that this is true for now. As far as we know, They're blind and can't feel anything with their skin. Are there any questions so far?"
"What sort of sound are They more interested in?" Saeko asked.
"We don't know yet. They might not have a preference because I tried it out a few times and they responded even to the sound of a wet towel hitting a locker. For now, assume that they react to every type of sound. Anything else?"
"Besides beheading and destroying their brains, are there any other methods to kill Them?" This time it was Kouta who asked.
"I tried stabbing one of Them in the heart. It didn't work." Rei answered.
"So, basically we either have to destroy the brain or the body?" the military fanatic asked again.
"That seems to be the only way. Yes. Anyone else?"
"Can we cure the bitten victims?" Marikawa Shizuka asked in a moment of focus.
"That depends really. We don't even know what caused this phenomenon. It could be parasites, virus, fungi, bacteria, or even nanotechnology. Now, I'm sure every one's tired. If there are no other questions, we can continue this later." Saya concluded.
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Night had completely fallen for the group, yet for some reason a part of Onbetsu bridge was still bright as day. While the women opted to bathe, the men were busying themselves with exploring the house.
"Hey, Komuro, can you help me out with this?" Kouta asked as he held up a crowbar and pointed at a locked locker.
"You wanna break the locker open?" Takashi asked back. Seeing his comrade's nod, he walked to his gakuran that he put on a chair's back and fished out a small brown leather pouch.
"What's in it?"
"Something that I had hoped woulda been useful." He replied. He opened the latch that kept it closed, showing a full lock picking set.
"You can pick locks?" the bespectacled boy asked in surprise.
"It's nifty when you're in a pinch." He then took out a tension wrench and a rake. In just a few minutes, both locks were cracked and its contents free for the taking.
"Aren't you going to open it?"
"Nah, this is your idea. If there's a trap in here, I don't want to be the guy that gets blown up." The delinquent jokingly replied.
"How very loyal of you, Komuro-dono." He replied with a laugh. With the locker now open, Hirano was very delighted with what he found.
"Jackpot!" he shouted with a grin. "Springfield M1A1 Super Match. This baby's a semi-auto. But that's fine, because the M14 series' full auto is just a waste of bullets."
"Hirano?"
"The magazine holds 20 rounds. And it's fucking illegal in Japan."
"Is it? I saw quite a lot of it." Takashi asked back. But he was promptly ignored by his comrade who was in his gun-nut mode.
"The next one is... a Knight's SR-25 Enhanced match rifle. But, you can't get this in Japan, so it must be a modified AR-10! The other one in the locker is a crossbow. A descendant of the one that Robin Hood uses, the Barnett Wildcat C5! Made in Britain and so powerful, you can kill a bear with this baby."
Finally deciding to check the gun locker, the delinquent took out the last gun in it, which happens to be...
"An Ithaca M-37 riot shotgun! An awesome gun made by the Americans! It played a huge role in the Vietnam war!"
"Cool." He replied as he cocked it once then checked the attached scope by aiming it at Hirano's head.
"E-Even if it's empty, you shouldn't point it at someone! The only thing you should point it at..."
"Are Them, right?" he replied back. With minimum effort, he raised the shotgun with his right hand and aimed it at the door. "Mind if I keep this?"
"Not at all. In fact, I was about to suggest it to you."
They were disturbed by a small, buzzing sound. Judging by the volume, whatever the source was, it was not very far from them. With bright lights coming from Onbetsu bridge, it was safe to assume that the area was rife with activity.
After taking a pair of binoculars out, Kouta looked at the general area of the bridge only to find bad news.
"Well?"
"It's bad. The lights and shouts are attracting a horde of Them."
"Shouts?"
"Looks like a demonstration or some kind. There's a TV crew in there too, so maybe there's information in one of the news channels?"
Seeing nothing wrong with the suggestion, Takashi turned the 40" LCD TV in the room on, and saw a particularly odd group.
"You're right. Demonstrations." He commented. "Condemning the outbreak of the killer disease... which is a joint weapons project of Japan and America?"
"Sounds oddly specific."
"No, there's another odd detail here. Let's get the girls here first so I don't have to explain twice."
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15 minutes later
"Well? We're here. So what's so important?" Takagi Saya asked angrily. Being woken up from a well-deserved rest after a bath, it was no wonder she was emotional. Currently, the twin tailed girl was in a small light blue tank top with only a pair of short shorts providing some modesty.
"Look at the TV and tell me what you think." The delinquent said.
"A group of 100-150 people demonstrating about... Killer disease outbreak? Are they crazy!?"
"Well, it's not like their idea is baseless. For all we know, they might be right in this... outbreak being a failed weapons testing." Busujima Saeko pointed out. The young woman was clothed in a barely decent manner of only a pure white apron, a pair of thongs and nothing else. If they were lesser men, the 2 people in the room with XY chromosomes would be all over her like a rabid dog.
"That's not it." He replied. "Notice what they have in their hands?"
Though the camera image was rather blurry compared to the usual broadcast, they still provide enough details to show the group what their leader meant.
"See here? The signboards are printed in great detail; they also have big banners with clearly printed words." He pointed out. "Because we're in the digital era, rallying 100-200 people in under 3 hours is child's play with social media, etc. But preparing demonstration gear will most definitely take time. With the outbreak only happening yesterday..."
"It's definitely odd for that group to have assembled the gear." Saya finished. "Even if they have a skilled artist to write the words down, making 50-60 signboards and pamphlets to hand out will definitely take more than 1 day."
"That's my point. It's as if these people know what was gonna happen."
"Maybe it happened in overseas earlier?" Marikawa Shizuka suggested. The buxom blond was probably the least decent of them all. With her blouse and skirt in the washer, she was only clad in a large towel that was barely covering her.
"Although that's possible, I don't think any country is stupid enough to let out news that big out without any sort of cover ups." Miyamoto Rei commented. Like Saya, she too was garbed in a tank top, however she only had a pair of white cotton panties on.
"Son of a bitch. Everything is going straight to hell, and still somebody complains about it instead of actually doing something." Takashi cursed.
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Demonstration site
"We condemn the people responsible for this killer disease!" they yelled.
"We demand..."
'BANG!'
A gun was shot and instantly everyone was quiet. The officer holding the gun was a fresh graduate off the police academy and in the horde was his partner who had been turned. Seeing the oncoming horde behind him would frighten anyone.
"Hey! I didn't give you permission to fire!" the lieutenant chastised.
But, ignoring the command, the new officer fired again. This time to his partner's head, effectively silencing him forever. Seeing the desperate situation, fellow officers followed suit and discharged their weapon to the floor, hoping that those 'afflicted' would understand and stop their advance.
"STOP!" a woman begged. She was holding her dead child in her arms, yet for some reason none of Them approached her. "My child and I... are still alive! We're still alive! So please... save my child!"
Her child that had died suddenly began convulsing. His body that should be limp stretched like a newly awoken child and reached for his mother. Not for attention nor love and care, but for sustenance. With a bite stronger than any normal human, the child bit its mother's neck and tore it open with a spray of blood.
Unlike her child that lay dormant for some time, the mother turned in mere seconds. Her body convulsed and relaxed in a random interval that made her drop the boy she was holding while the ruby liquid continued to gush out of her dying body.
Within seconds, the transformation began. Her pink lively skin turned ashen gray. Her pupils contracted and her once bright brown eyes were now bloodshot and rolled to the top of her head. Her gait became lethargic and instead of walking, she limped with uneven steps. After she spat out the last a pint of blood, the transformation was complete.
One officer saw the whole thing and instead of fear running through his veins, anger boiled his blood. With calm fury, he raised his service pistol and fired a single shot through the undead woman's head.
"There! You see that?!" The demonstration leader provoked. "The despicable police... have finally resorted to violence... killing civilians!"
While his members cried in outrage, the police chief walked towards him with calm measured steps. All the while, the demonstration got more and more heated.
"This blatant abuse of power by the police is unforgivable!"
"Unforgivable!"
"Stand down." The chief instructed. "It's dangerous for you people to stay here."
"Fuck you, pig! You're just here to cover up the conspiracy framed by our government."
"This is my last warning. Go. Home."
"Fuck you! You go home! Go away!"
"Go away! Go away!" the mob chanted.
"We were instructed by central to take any measures necessary to maintain order. Even though it's not exactly legal, our orders were absolute." The chief said tiredly. He drew his gun and pointed it straight at the ring leader's forehead.
For the first time, he shut his mouth and it was silenced for good with a gunshot to the head. As people started to crowd over the corpse, a group of guttural moans came from behind the mob.
A small horde of Them had gathered and though some of them clumsily shuffled forwards, some of them had a healthier pallor and steadier steps. Once close enough to the bewildered crowd, they broke into a sprint, intent on feasting on as much human flesh as possible.
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Everything was silent then, only the sound of white noise was coming out of the TV. "That settles it then." Saya said. "We'll have to pack up everything we can and move out first thing in the morning."
As everyone left the room to start collecting supplies, they heard short, rapid barking. "A dog?" Rei asked.
"Leave it be. We have to get ready to move out early tomorrow."
"You girls go ahead. We're gonna... uh... scout the area a bit." Kouta said as he pulled Takashi back.
After the room was empty, the chubby boy took the binoculars from one of the gun lockers and saw just how bad it was. Everywhere around the neighborhood, people were desperately struggling to survive. Everywhere they looked, the same desperately hopeless situation was the same: People who ran died, whoever fought died, and those who surrender also died.
"This is really bad." Kouta said as he handed the binoculars to Takashi who immediately began looking around the apartment.
"Whether it was because of the sound or light, They started to crowd around us." He continued.
"What are we gonna do about this?" the delinquent asked as he put the binocs down. He had had enough of witnessing the massacre and not doing anything.
"What are you suggesting? Start shooting at Them?"
"No, what are our escape plans?"
"That was unexpected..."
"Why?"
"Given your character type, I would assume that you were the type of person who'd do anything to help other people in need, not caring about your own safety."
"As much as I want to do what you just said, I know when the situation can't be helped." Takashi replied as he absentmindedly handed the binocs to a hand.
"Well, making a diversion comes to mind." Kouta offered. "Send something appealing to draw their attention, then run away like hell."
"That's a good idea, but what are we gonna offer Them?"
"A bomb in a slab of meat comes to mind, but I don't think that'll be effective."
"So, we wait and hope they leave then?"
"Indeed, the situation seems hopeless." A voice interrupted, surprising the two boys.
"GAAH! Busujima-senpai, you almost gave me a heart attack." The chubby boy said, holding his chest.
"Saeko-san..."
"But that doesn't mean that there's nothing we can do." She continued as she turned, unintentionally showing her bottom to the two, which caused Kouta to suffer a minor nosebleed.
"For now, we should do what we can and lay low." The purple haired young woman said as she turned the lights off. "And try to stay quiet. The less people; turned or not, know we're here, the better. Will you accompany me for a while, Takashi?"
While Kouta stayed behind in the balcony, the two delinquents were having a private conversation in the bedroom.
"This sucks." Takashi said.
"I know how you feel. Seeing those people get bitten and then eaten or turned was not a pleasant experience."
"That's an understatement."
"Self-preservation is necessary now, more than ever, Takashi. I'm not saying we'll just let everyone else die, but we should only do what we can." Saeko said as she hugged the angered Takashi. "We will do our best to save as many people as possible, but within reason."
"Let's rock 'n roll!" Kouta shouted suddenly before shooting at Them who started to surround the apartment.
"What is it, Hirano?" the delinquent asked, immediately peering through the binoculars to the general direction Kouta was aiming his gun.
"Man, I'm good. Even though this is the first time I used it, I can already get a headshot."
"Hirano, whatever happened to the original plan of divert and escape?"
"Dude, there's a little girl that needs help!"
"That pink haired kid? Maresato-san's daughter?" Takashi asked.
"You know her?"
"Her father helped me..., well, us quite a bit." He said as he handed the binocs to Saeko.
"Hold on to that thing. It's time to pay back a favor." Takashi said firmly as he put on his gakuran. "Komuro Takashi always repays his debts."
"I know. Come, I'll help you prepare." Saeko bade.
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"Takashi, where are you going?" Rei asked.
"Running an errand." He said simply as he hefted a 20 kg propane tank on his shoulder.
"And this errand involves a propane tank?"
"That... and the truck."
"You're going to do something dangerous again, aren't you?"
"In our situation, even going out of the house is something dangerous." Takashi replied. With a rope in his hand, his friends got a general idea of what he was about to do.
"Well, given how pig headed you are, I know you won't listen to us anyway. Just... Just be careful, got it?" Saya told him shyly.
"You're not stopping him?" the brunette said in confusion.
"What's the point? Even if I try, he'll do it anyway."
"Well, I'm going now. Wish me luck."
"We'll see you out." Saeko said as she called the other 2 girls over.
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Garage
"You sure that thing's gonna hold?" Saya asked from the porch.
"As long as it gets to where I need it to, that's enough." Takashi answered as he tightened the ropes holding the tank. Satisfied that it wouldn't move too much, he got on the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Takashi, we're opening the door. Are you ready?" Saeko asked.
Without saying anything, the young man gave them a thumbs up. A flash of headlight, a roar of engine, and he sets off to rescue a young girl and her father.
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Closing A.N.: That's all for chapter 5. after this closing author's note is the pilot chapter of The Last Living Banchou. Hope you enjoy.
The Last Living Banchou - Pilot
Arakawa river side
It was a rather normal autumn evening. The air was still warm even though summer had ended, yet most schools had had their students wear their winter uniforms. With the sun just about to set, the sky was orange as if a great fire raged in the heavens.
If it were a love comedy or a romantic story, one Komuro Takashi would have met a girl that he would fall in love with at first sight. Unfortunately, this is not one such story. You see, instead of meeting a beautiful girl whom he would confess to after dozens of chapters telling roundabout daily activity, he would meet instead 10 well known delinquents from Kawagoe.
These 10 people who had proudly christened themselves "Enryuugun" (Flame dragon army) came from Kousen high; a well-known private high school with various characters. It just so happened that these 10 are the bottom feeders. Cowardly punks who didn't dare to mess with anyone remotely close to a teacher, yet would threaten anyone as if they were yakuza.
"Yer Sakamoto, right? Sakamoto Takashi." Their spokesperson said. An old looking young lad with a face more fitting on a bulldog with sagging cheeks than on a human, and a bright red mohawk similar to a chicken cockscomb, who shall hence be called Bull-chicken. Like several other private highs, they don't wear a gakuran, but a blazer. Their uniforms were a dark red blazer over a white shirt and darker brown pants.
"The Takashi's right. But my family name is Komuro." He said as he let his bag fall to the ground. He was actually sleepy, but sensing danger from the group immediately sobered him up.
"What? Yer tryin' to trick us? Well that ain't gonna work! Coz I know fer sher that yer Sakamoto!"
"Yea? Prove it."
"Well, we really do have no proof, boss. What if we got the wrong guy?" a member of the Enryuugun asked bull-chicken. This one had a pronounced overbite that gave him the perfect chicken look. He shall be named Chicken-1.
"EEEEII! SHUT UP! Do 'em in!" the boss yelled.
The 10 boys with red mohawks charged forward without any semblance of strategy. It was to be expected, really; after all, they got him outnumbered. What could he do anyway?
The Enryuugun didn't expect Takashi to even out the playing field by fighting dirty. As they charged, he took a fistful of sand and scattered it to their eyes. Given the sudden distraction, the foremost charger was struck the most and halted as he screamed in pain.
Given their numbers, it would actually be better if they try to surround him and then attack together. If he hadn't pulled that trick, he might really had been surrounded and consequently fucked up.
Though the sand trick couldn't stall as many people as he'd hoped, it was enough for Takashi to turn the tables. With a single stride, he flanked them on their right side and began the counter attack.
As one of the cockscomb punks was furiously rubbing his eyes to get the sand out; Takashi ducked, clenched his left fist with his middle finger's knuckle stuck out and struck a vicious uppercut under the armpit. The pain was enough to disable him for a few seconds, which Takashi capitalized on. He took a half step to the side, then used his left hand to position his opponent's right arm and held the hand firmly with his right. Without missing a beat he took another half step to the right, executing a perfect ikkyo.
As the other 9 Enryuugun's approached, he switched his technique; his rear foot took a step forward, and he turned using the balls of his left foot. With the centrifugal force present, he let go and sent him rolling like a bowling ball.
The attack took 3 people out of commission; the one that was thrown, and 2 others who were thrown at. Though not severe, they each got a concussion that would land them a hospital stay.
The other 6 charged forwards and started to circle around Takashi, while bull-chicken stayed behind with his arms crossed. Their aim was to surround him enough then either blindside him or grab him then pummel him. One of them flicked out a switchblade and attacked from the front. His purpose was to disorient Takashi then lead him to their trap.
With a few wild swings, he started to herd Takashi to one of the other Enryuugun members. The lone student finally saw an opening after a stab and stepped forward with his right hand leading knife hand away and his left throwing a small but strong hook to the jaw.
Taking advantage of the disorientation, he then grabbed the mohawked teen's right wrist with his left, spun on his heel and then sharply twisted the hand. The wristlock threw the brightly colored punk a few meters away, broke the elbow and wrist while his shoulder was dislocated. With a strangled, painful cry, he too was knocked out.
6 more enemies; their biggest guy was not the leader, but just an ordinary low ranked grunt who was tasked with holding Komuro Takashi in place so the others can take a shot at him. The biggest member of Enryuugun was suddenly behind him and tried to do a bear hug, but couldn't as Takashi rotated his arms outward then grabbed his left hand and twisted it harshly as he moved under the mohawked boy's arm.
With a small rotation of his hips, Takashi let go, sending the thug rolling back and flat on his back. Seeing their mistake, the remaining five decided to surround him from all directions. This was when they made another fatal mistake. Given his fighting style and techniques, they all assumed he was only proficient in aikido.
What they didn't know was that he was also skilled in other martial arts and demonstrated it by throwing a superman punch to the guy closest to him, the one to his left who happened to be Chicken-1. The attack was thrown to his face and when it connected, it made a loud sickening squelch as Takashi's fist broke his nose, cheekbones, and dislodged a few teeth.
One of them approached Takashi from behind, intent on blind siding him. What he didn't expect was for his legs to be swept under him and getting a shoe to his face.
Another one charged forward from the side with a haymaker only to get hit with a brain rattling uppercut. The Enryuugun member's movement was stopped, but his arm was still extended. With that, Takashi grasped it with his left hand, grabbed his belt and threw him with a koshi-nage (hip throw).
The last one other than bull-chicken stopped his advance and instead put up a muay thai stance; slowly inching forwards.
"I see you're a little bit better than these chumps." Takashi commented as he pointed to the unconscious and groaning punks.
Without saying anything, he lunged forward with a flying knee to Takashi's head. Slightly surprised, he couldn't dodge the attack completely and got grazed on his left forearm that he used to block when he sidestepped. Seeing a chance, he retaliated with a right hook to the body that caught the punk squarely on the kidney. Feeling immense pain, he dropped forwards and Takashi continued with another hook to the cheek; ending the brief exchange with a bruised and almost swollen forearm.
"Dat's 9 o' mah' guys ya' took down." Bull-chicken said. "Wit' such ease, ta'."
"I... don't... under... stand... what... you... just said." Commented a panting Takashi. He was barely injured, but the fight drained his stamina like never before. 'When I get out of this, I'm training my cardio.' He thought.
"Ah' sed..., AAAHH! Fukk eet! Eet don't maddah'. I sed yer goin' down and dat's wat's gunna happen!" he yelled before taking out a brass knuckle and a pocket knife.
Without missing a beat, bull-chicken dashed forward. His left hand with the brass knuckle lead in a straight. Takashi positioned his bruised left arm on the inside of bull-chicken's forearm, then in a single movement pushed it aside and countered with an uppercut to the chin.
Expecting the systematic counter, bull-chicken withdrew his head and attacked with a hooking stab. The target was Takashi's neck.
Feeling that his attack missed, Takashi followed up with a bodyblow with his left fist before turning his right arm down to divert the knife attack and grabbed it with his right hand. Bull-chicken's concentration was broken after the hard blow and paid for it by being the victim of the younger boy's rage.
Takashi punched bull-chicken in the chest twice, cracking his ribs and continued by stepping into the dazed punk's left side, grabbed his lapels, then twisted his hips and threw him down. However, the technique left an opening where bull-chicken sliced Takashi's right hand with his knife, further enraging the boy.
Mercilessly, Takashi stepped on bull-chicken's nose with his heel, breaking it and sending blood flying. With his bloodied right hand, Takashi who was still in his adrenaline high twisted bull-chicken's right wrist until it broke and was about to throw another punch when a whistle broke him out of his berserking state.
"You there!" the police officer called. "Drop that knife and step away from him!"
Seeing that this could end very badly for him, Takashi raised his hands, with blood dripping from his right and waited for the drive to the police station or hospital. Come what may, he was going to face it like a man.