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NEON GENESIS EVANGELION: SENSHI NO MICHI
Still panting lightly from an intense training session, Gouken sat down in his study, and reached for the bowl of noodles Senzo had prepared as a post-workout meal.
It's been a while since I had the time to truly test my limits. With the children away now…
Gouken paused halfway in lifting noodles to his mouth, his expression falling for a moment. He jabbed his chopsticks back into his noodles, sighing, and reached for the remote control to the tiny television on the table in front of him. He stabbed the power button with his thumb, watching as the image of a heavily made up female newscaster burst across the screen.
He resumed eating, eyes flicking between the television and his meal. The newscaster droned on about some video proving extremely popular online, but Gouken paid it no mind – the Internet never held much interest for him anyway.
Out of curiosity, however, he glanced at the television again as they played the clip back. The newscaster spoke over the clip, the word 'Tokyo-3' drawing his attention.
On screen, what appeared to be some kind of red robot ran throughout a midnight city street, before leaping up, fist held high above its head, flames trailing from its fist –
Half-eaten noodles fell back into the bowl as Gouken's jaw dropped.
Halfway across the dojo, Senzo relished the silence, the lack of any human, manmade noises, with only the sounds of nature to accompany him. With slow, controlled movements, his brush painted a character in rich black ink across white parchment.
He had never excelled at the martial arts, but he took pride in his calligraphy skills, even going so far as to teach Gouken and his brother when they were younger.
Suddenly, there was a loud, shocked shout, and Senzo's brush slashed across the page, ruining the character with a large, harsh streak of black. He murmured inaudible, inarticulate sounds of the highest calibre of fury, before standing up and padding out of his room.
"Is something wrong? Are you alright?" He called out to Gouken.
Seconds later, Gouken burst out from his study, a dark expression on his face. Senzo stepped to the side as the Ansatsuken master stomped to his own room, a stray noodle hanging from his beard.
Bemused, Senzo spoke up again.
"Gouken?"
"Senzo," Gouken replied, "pack a bag."
"Are we going somewhere?" The housekeeper asked, quizzical.
"Yes," the master replied.
"Where, then?"
"Tokyo-3."
Ohboy. Here we go.