For Sigmar!

Ch. 1

I OWN NOTHING!

It was a fairly ordinary day at Ryozanpakun, "EAAAAGHHHH!!!!!" well, as normal as a dojo that is home to 6 of the most powerful martial artists alive, and all of them training one average schmuck can be.

Kenichi Shirahama was pulling himself together after a grueling training routine with Apachai who had once again overdid it and sent the kid flying. As he was hobbling out to head for the dinner table he noticed a scroll on a counter in the dojo. It looked similar to that dumb animal caricature scroll that the Elder had bought for 100000 yen ($1000). I can't believe he bought another one of those stupid things!

As he went to grab the thing he failed to notice the eldritch glow that seemed to come off of the box. As he went onward to kitchen, the glow from the scroll box continued to glow and seemed to be becoming stronger and stronger and as he walked into the room as was raising his hand to say hello the glow from the box turned into a flash of red light and went it cleared the box and Kenichi was gone.

Miu immediate reaction was to scream while the others were shocked and probably for the first time in their adult lives stunned. But before they could react there was another flash of light and there was the sound of struggling heard when the light cleared there were two beings clashing.

One looked like a man, easily as tall as any of the male masters and just as broad. He wore western style medieval full plate armor and there was a small dagger his side. His main weapons seemed to be the huge heavy gauntlets that adorned his hands his boots were extremely heavy and had what looked like rivets to keep it together. His legs were free of any plate armor and instead had thick padded trousers. On his head was a helmet that had a tuft of feathers on it and on his armor was many symbols of a colossal hammer and a bizarre golden twin-tailed comet. His face was covered by both the helmet and the fact he had a thick beard and moustache combo that was as easily as long as the Elder but was brown instead of blonde.

The beast he was fighting was if anything even more terrifying. It was utterly huge, at least a head taller than any of the masters and was twice as broad. It skin was a dark near black green color, and its body was covered by a ramshackle collection of hunks of armor, furs, and who knew what else. Its head was huge because of its massive bucket jaws and from their depths glittered a red fire. In its right hand was a blade that had to weigh at least a hundred pounds and looked more like a butcher's knife then any real sword.

It was prevented from doing its dirty work because its owner was too busy trying to pry the iron grip the man had on the creature's throat. The man then picked up the beast and blasted it with a single punch; hurling the brute through not only the wall but through the collection of trees and through the activated traps resulting in him landing in the hot spring in the back. When the residents looked through the hole, they saw the monster pick itself and charge once again raising its weapon over its head and bellowing a war cry of WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!.

The warrior simply planted himself and waited for the brute to come. Then when it was almost on top of him he made a blisteringly fast punch, the brute's chest simply blew out from the back as if it had swallowed a bomb before. While the speed wasn't too shocking the ferocity of it and the fact he did with absolutely no hesitation was a little disconcerting.
Incredibly the monster continued to charge not seeming to notice the hole in its body. The beast was then grabbed by the head with one hand and in a quick sudden twitch; its head was ripped from its body. Only then did the brute stop moving and even then seemingly only reluctantly.
The man, holding the head high, seemed to start a speech. "For Sigmar and the Em…pire?" He spun around looking at his surroundings, then looked at the others staring at him. His eyes were wide open as if he recognized the place and was stunned to see it.

"By… Sigmar… I'm… I'm back. I'm home, Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I'm home!!!! Ten Sigmar forsaken years and I'm finally home just like that. No more damned greenskins, beastmen, ogres, skaven, elves, or damned demons and their sell-soul men. Ha ha ha ha! I am no longer Ken of no name, last of the Iron Fist mercenary outfit. I am Kenichi Shirahama of Ryozanpaku once again. Yehaw!!!!!!!"

He then looked at the others and stared at them in confusion. "It's been ten years, why hasn't anyone changed?"