Chapter 1: The Saviour Appears
A lone figure trudged heavily through the barren wasteland which was once the flourishing state of Okinawa. His feet sank deeply into the sand with every step he took. His once white gi, weathered by the sand and dirt, was now brown with signs of wear and tear. His red headband was soaked with sweat while the duffel bag on his back showed signs of tearing. "Water..." the man mumbled. If he showed any signs that he was both hungry and dehydrated, no one would have guessed it for his physique was of that of a well-trained athlete. However, the forces were against him. The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky, heating up the air he was breathing in and the sand was cutting the soles of his feet as he continued on with his disoriented journey. Soon, the heat became too much for the man and he collapsed on the sandy floor. As his vision faded to black, he caught a glimpse of three figures approaching him before passing out.
" Hey!" shouted a man with pig tails " Lookie what we got here."
" What is it?!" replied a man with a mohawk.
" Free meat!" replied the nameless Shura.
The three of them were standing over the unconscious man, wondering what to do.
" Say, you! Check his duffel bag and see if there is food in there!" ordered the mohawked man to the pig tailed man.
" Why should I?! You do it!" the pig tailed man retorted.
" 'Cause I'm the leader of this group! That's why!" retorted the mohawked man.
As the two men quarelled, the nameless Shura shook the man. Confirming that the man was unconscious, the Shura proceeded to open the duffel bag. Searching the bag, he found a wad of cash, an old passport and some notes. He looked back at the two men who were still quarelling
" If you are done quarelling, I just want to inform you that there is no food in this bag." exclaimed the nameless Shura, getting the attention of the two men.
" What!? No food? Waste of our bloody time!" shouted the mohawked man.
" It was YOU who decided to follow him!" exclaimed the pig tailed man, pointing his finger at the mohawked man.
The three of them stood there, pondering on what action to take on the unconscious man.
"Hey!" exclaimed the mohawked man, " I've got an idea"
" What?!" asked the nameless Shura and the pig tailed man
" Why don't you hoist him up to be our personal puching bag?" said the mohawked man, " I mean he is muscular and all, and we could practice our punches?"
" Hmmm...Sounds good." both the Shura and the pig tailed man, nodding their heads simultaneously.
" Great!" exclaimed the mohawked man, " I'll go first then!"
The nameless Shura and the pig tailed man proceeded to hoist the unconscious man up.
" Man, is he heavy!" complained the pig tailed man.
" Heavier is better." replied the Shura.
After much difficulty, they managed to hoist the unconscious man up and position him like one would for a punching bag.
" Okay, let' er rip!" exclaimed the pig tailed man, turning towards the mohawked man.
The mohawked man stayed still.
" Hey, I SAID let' er rip!" yelled the pig tailed man
The mohawked man man remained motionless.
" HEY! YOU GONE DEAF?!" yelled the pig tailed man.
Suddenly, the head and the chest of the mohawked man begin to expand rapidly. His face became distorted and his head twisted and turned from the expansion. The head and chest continued to expand until it exploded violently, spraying blood and pieces of brain matter onto the Shura and the pig tailed man.
" OH MY GOD! WHAT THE..." screamed the pig tailed man.
As the mohawked man's lifeless body drooped down, a man wearing a leather jacket was revealed to be standing behind the dead man's body.
" Both scum and demons working together?!" he exclaimed, " It was bound to happen."
" Who the hell do you think you are?! Killing our friend like that!?" exclaimed the pig tailed man.
" It doesn't matter who I am." replied the man in the leather jacket, cracking his knuckles " All that matters is that both of you are gonna be dead soon."
" What bullshit are you saying?!" exclaimed the pig tailed man, raising his axe, " I'll show you who's gonna be DEAD!"
" Wait!" warned the nameless Shura
Too late, the pig tailed man charged, axe raised, towards the man in the leather jacket. The man in the leather jacket shifted his body, causing the axe to miss it's target
" WAATAAA!" screamed the man as he landed a roundhouse kick on the pig tailed man's face.
The pig tailed man howled in pain and dropped to the ground. Seconds later, his face expanded and exploded, sending blood and his eyeballs flying to the air. The nameless Shura stepped back in fear, legs trembling.
" This is..." the Shura sttuttered.
" Yes." answered the man in the leather jacket. " Hokuto Shinken."
" Then you must be...KENSHIRO!" exclaimed the Shura.
The nameless Shura reached for his staff and proceeded to extend it into a spear.
" There is no point defending yourself." Kenshiro replied coldly, " You'll be dead when I'm done with you, demon!"
" Not if I kill you FIRST!" yelled the Shura, "DIE!"
The nameless Shura pounced, his spear in the air ready to stab Kenshiro. Kenshiro readied himself. As the Shura came closer, Kenshiro's eyes flashed.
" ATATATATATATATATATAWAAATAA!" yelled Kenshiro as he unleashed a flurry of punches on the nameless Shura, " HOKUTO HYAKURETSU KEN!"
The Shura fell to the ground, dropping his spear, Kenshiro proceeded toward the unconscious man. As he picked the man up, the Shura stood up rage in his eyes.
" You think I would be defeated that easily!?" exclaimed the Shura, " I'm still alive!"
" No." retorted Kenshiro, " You are already dead."
" Whaaa..." the Shura replied before his body began to expand rapidly before exploding, leaving nothing but a bloody spot where he was standing before.
Kenshiro put the unconscious man onto to his shoulders and proceeded to walk in the direction of the nearest village. Little did he know, he was being watched.
The figure had watched the happenings from a cliff nearby. He had spikey red hair and was wearing a black gi with prayer beads around his neck. He stood on the cliff, taking in what he had seen. After a moment of silence, a smile broke on his face.
" Finally!" he exclaimed, "I have found a worthy opponent!"
His fist shook with excitement. Suddenly, he felt a disturbance and turned around. He was surrounded by five nameless Shuras, all wielding swords with smirks on their faces. The leader of the Shuras stepped forward to greet the red-haired man.
" Say..." the Shura leader said, " You look like a strong fellow. Why don't you join us?"
The other Shuras laughed sinisterly.
" Together," the Shura leader continued, putting his hand on the red-haired man's shoulder, " We can take over this region. What do you say?"
" I have no time for you insects!" responded the red-haired man and backfisted the Shura leader's face.
The Shura leader staggered back, his hand covering the right side of his face. He scowled at the red-haired man, eyes filled with murderous intent.
"SHURAS!" commanded the Shura Leader, " Show him the might of the Shura and what happens to those who try to hurt them!"
The four remaining Shuras charged towards the red-haired man. The red-haired man smiled sinisterly, preparing himself. As the Shuras got closer, his eyes flashed red.
" This should be amusing..."