Chapter 2
Pac and Hunter walked about the streets of City Z. It still isn't easy for them to walk the streets. The stigma of being the sons of Garou was starting to wear off… slowly but surely, but not completely.
"Hey, look at the monster brothers!"
Hunter and Pac paused as they turned to see a group of teenagers. They were snickering and pointing at them with weird looks on their faces. Pac rolled his eyes to it all, Hunter sneered. "Grow up!" snapped Hunter and moved along.
Yet they couldn't. Not when Pac turned and caught a stone that nearly struck his hip. He stopped and turned once more as the teenagers were grapping fist size rocks and smiling with delight. "Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet!"
"They never learn, do they?" asked Hunter.
"No. You want this one?"
"Sure, I got this." Hunter stepped forward as the teens chucked their rocks. Hunter then did his technique, thanks to his father and his brother he was able to perfect the torrent! Similar to fists of flowing water the movement is used in a rapid repetition he could make a torrent of energy around himself, whatever gets pulled in, he uses against his opponents. As the teens threw their stones, he was able to trap them in the vortex of power and energy… then send them right back at them at double the impact!
He didn't aim for their heads, just the softer parts like the stomach and legs. Many of the teens were thrown off their feet from the impact, others just dropped to the ground. When Hunter stopped, the teens were down and remained down for the time being. Hunter went over to them and gave a small smirk. "Don't write cheques your asses can't cash." And walked away.
Pac smirked. "Nice," he said.
"Yeah," said Hunter. "Man, dad really kicked our asses. I don't mind the challenge, but I feel like there could be something more we can do to learn. But it's hard to find opponents!"
"Tell me about it." Said Pac. "I mean, look at our father. Look at how much we learned in such a short time and how much stronger we got. I wonder thought if we learned through others, how much faster we could develop our skills?"
Hunter suddenly paused when he noticed an ad. "How about this, Martial Art tournament! Grand prize is 3 million yen!"
Pac nodded, but then saw the fine print. "You have to be invited to go to this, part of a respected dojo or are recognized by your strength and talent. Looks like we're out of it."
"What if we ask Bang?"
"That's not fair to his students who are working hard. Besides, it wouldn't be a challenge for us either way now, would it?"
"No… but if we see some new moves to master and get 3 million yen in the process I won't complain. Besides, it's something to do, isn't it?"
"But how do we get in to the tournament?"
Suddenly, another ad caught Hunter's eye. Right beside the martial art one was a smaller one. "Ooo, not part of a dojo, prove your worth. There are two spots to be taken up in the tournament, battle it out with other fighters from the cities. Two fighters from each city will go up against two fighters from the others until two are left standing!"
"That's convenient." Said Pac. "Where do we sign up?"
Hunter looked about, and there was a booth a few feet away from the ad. It was where fighters and sign up for the elimination tournament. So with a grin, he and his brother got in line and waited.
They stood patiently for their turn, however there were those in line who didn't take kindly to their appearance. "You can't participate!" said one fighter. "This is for serious fighter's only!"
"We're serious," said Pac. "We're entering!"
"No monsters allow!" said another.
"That is really getting old," sighed Hunter. "Look, let us participate, and if you win, you get to brag you took down a level dragon in the tournament!"
This intrigued a lot of the fighters. "Ooo, that is a good idea."
"Yeah, you know what, go on, go ahead and sign up! I cannot wait to beat the snot out of you punk kids!"
"I look forward to seeing you try," Pac said with a grin on his face.
The line was slow to move, yet the brothers waited their turn. By the time they got to the front, the person in the booth wasn't even looking up. "Name."
"Hunter."
"Pac… but do you need my real name?"
"Real name, no nick names." Said the attendant.
"Garou Jr."
Suddenly, the attendant looked up. He came face to face with two boys who were the spitting image of Garou, the human monster. "Hi," Hunter said gently and offered a small wave. "So… where do we sign?"
The attendant's face drained of color as he slipped the board towards the brothers, each signed their name and were given a number. "Be back here next week, first round starts at 9am."
"Sweet, thanks!" said Hunter. He tucked his number into his pocket, as did Pac. The brother's high fived each other. "This is going to be fun!"
As they walked out, they noticed the line was a lot longer than before. Yet when people saw them walk by they asked. "Wait… did you sign up to be in this?"
Hunter showed off his number. "We're both in it!"
The look of dread that came across the fighter's faces was funny, suddenly half the people began walking out of the line, muttering. "It's not worth it… it's not…"
Pac shrugged his shoulders to it all. "Here's hoping it's at least fun"
