(I do not own Senran Kagura or Kamen Rider Shinobi. Both belong to their respective owners. Any other elements that appear here also belong with their respective owners. I just own my OC, this story idea, and nothing else. Please enjoy.)
Senran Kagura: Shinobi Burst
In the country of Japan, there were once those who called themselves shinobi. In the west they were simply known as ninjas.
In ancient times, they worked under feudal lords, making their living in espionage, sabotage, and assassination.
With the influx of Western culture after the Meiji Restoration, the feudal system began to collapse, and the shinobi were no longer needed.
Even so, however much time passes, the inga(karma) of man does not change.
There is always a need for those who dwell in darkness.
Yes.
Even to this day, the shinobi persist.
Once serving feudal lords, their employers are now primarily politicians and corporations.
Some of their clients see them only as tools, assets to satisfy their own greed.
When the crimes of the shinobi world grew to rampant to ignore, the government chose to intervene.
And so the nation began a secret project to train government sanctioned shinobi.
In modern times, the shinobi allied with the state are known as "good shinobi." while those who break the law are called "evil shinobi."
Every light must have a shadow, and every shadow must have a light. Such is the basic principal of Yin and Yang.
Hmph, how foolish.
No matter who they are tied to, their job is still the same.
Espionage, subversion, assassination.
These are the jobs a shinobi undertake.
Good shinobi and evil shinobi...is there really such a difference between them?
The only difference between them is the limit of what both sides can do.
But him? No, not him. He is different.
Where "good shinobi" fear to go, and what "evil shinobi" cannot do, such limitations do not apply to him. They do not bind him down.
The story you are about to witness is the tale of a man.
A man who carries the title of a forgotten, legendary shinobi.
This is the tale of a man who embodies the very name of "Shinobi."
And this is just the first chapter of this story...
Shanghai. The largest city in China. It's urban population: approximately 14.33 million as of 2015.
Advantageously located, Shanghai is located halfway down China's mainland coastline, where the Yangtze River empties into the sea. An important comprehensive industrial base and harbor, Shanghai plays an essential role in the national economy. Major industries include metallurgy, machine-building, shipbuilding, chemicals, electronics, instruments and meters, textiles and other light industries, in addition to its highly developed commerce, banking, and ocean-going shipping industry.
Indeed, at night, the stars of the night sky cannot be seen for the lights of multiple buildings block it out, illuminating the city in fantastic light. But as the basic principle of Yin and Yang go, where there is light, there must be shadow.
At a seemingly abandoned harbor, the sound of gunfire is heard. There is a fight going on. Bullets fly from guns, aimed right at their targets, but the thing is, they don't hit. Amidst the gunfire, the supposed target slithers through the chaos like a creeping snake until finally, the target stops right in front of one of the men shooting, making said man cease firing as he looked up in surprise.
Before the shooter stood a man wearing the mask of a Japanese demon. The mask-wearing man was donned in black ninja uniform. He wore armored boots and gauntlets that had flaming designs on them.
Before the shooter could even think about firing again, he suddenly finds himself staring down at the man and...huh? Wasn't that his body? Where was his head?
Oh.
Just as the man realizes that his head was somehow separated from his body, the head falls back down to the ground. As for the masked man, his right leg is lifted, motionless, and extended at a diagonal angle.
'Huh?' All the shooters in the area think the same thing as from the headless body of their comrade, blood starts spurting out like champagne from an uncorked bottle. And that's when everyone realized that the masked man had kicked the shooters head off.
Namu-Amida-Butsu...Oh My Buddha! How? How was this possible?
"Y-You fucker!"
*RATATATATATATATATA!*
Another man, possibly a friend of the now dead shooter, cries and fires upon the masked man, but the bullets hit nothing but air. The masked man is gone!
"What!? Where is-!?"
*GRAB!*
Suddenly, the man's head is grabbed. Up above, the masked man was hand standing on the man's head. Such balance!
"What the-AAAAAAAAAARGH!?" Before the shooter could question how the masked man was hand standing on him, his body suddenly combust into flames! He dies in seconds, yet his screams still persist long after. He was DOD: Dead on Departure.
Namu-Amida-Butsu...Oh My Buddha, what is going on!?
Seeing another one of their get killed in such a way and seeing how the masked man lands on his feet with such grace, one of the shooters finally realizes just who it is they're facing.
"Shinobi!"
Indeed, that is correct! The masked man that stands before them was, in fact, a Shinobi! And as if to prove that he was a real Shinobi, the man's hands and feet, specifically his gauntlets and boots suddenly burst into flames, yet they do not harm him! Truly, this masked man is a Shinobi for only a shinobi could pull off such a feat!
Now, what was once a fight has turned into a massacre! The masked shinobi mercilessly slaughter all the remaining men before him, leaving burning husks in his wake. Once all the shooters have been dealt with, the masked shinobi turns to the one the shooters had been trying to protect. A man in a business suit with a briefcase handcuffed to his arm. The man right now was leaning against his car, shaking like a chihuahua as a wet spot was forming between his legs. He has pissed himself.
Walking up to the man, the masked shinobi grabs the arm that was holding onto the briefcase and proceeds to rip the arm off! Oh my Buddha, how ruthless!
The man naturally screams, holding the bleeding stump of his arm as the masked ninja walks away and over another man, waiting with his own number of shooters. Handing over the briefcase, the man takes it and smiles. He always knows what is inside and it will help his business prosper even more. Looking over to the man on the other side, he says a few parting words.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wang." With that, the man turns and walks back to a waiting limousine as one of his men opens the door and he, the masked shinobi, and the rest of his men get in.
The driver up front tips his hat and mutters a contained, "At your service."
Sinking into the rear seat, the man that the masked shinobi was working for tells the driver, "Take me home." And when he means home, he means his business building.
"As you wish." Says the driver as he begins driving the vehicle out of the harbor and into the busy streets of the city.
With the excitement now over, the businessman gestures to one of his men and they pull out two wine glasses and pours in Baijiu for the man and shinobi. Handing the glasses to the two men, the businessman lifts his glass up to his companion.
"To you, Mr. Tanaka. I knew I was wise to pick you for this job."
From behind his mask, the Shinobi smirks. "You know me, I'll do anything for the right price."
"Yes. Your full payment is waiting back in my office. Until then, let's toast to another successful business transaction."
"Is that what you call it?" The shinobi scoffs but nevertheless lifts up his mask and downs his glass as does the man.
As he drinks of alcoholic beverage, the man notices something about the driver. From the reflection of the rear-view mirror, the driver's hat was lowered over his eyes and he grips the steering wheel in a matter-of-fact manner.
The man points out, "Did you change shifts? You're not the same driver as last week."
"I am not. Mr. Xiao Long has retired."
"I see. That man was getting a bit old." The man said. "A shame, I quite liked him. Knew when to keep his mouth shut."
The driver doesn't comment as he flips the turn signal and turns in that direction. Immediately, the man notices something.
"Hey, you idiot. This is the wrong route."
"Forgive me, sir." The driver apologizes in a detached tone. "But this route will get you to where you're going."
"Huh?" The atmosphere in the car becomes heavy, yet the driver is unaffected.
"You will not be going back to your company." The driver says before his speech switches from Chinese to Japanese. "Where you are going is hell."
At that driver's hellish declaration does he then step on the gas pedal, and the limousine accelerates to light speed! Racing down 170 mph, the sleek, black limousine becomes a speeding coffin. As it races down the road, it is heading down towards a building under construction. Ironically, the construction site up ahead was under the business man's company.
"Do something, you idiot!" The business, quite flustered right now, shouts to the man sitting on the shotgun seat.
Quite flustered himself, the man shakes himself before pulling out a gun and aims it at the driver.
"Stop this car now, or-!"
"Yeeart!"
Before the man could finish his threat, the driver, with one hand, severs the man's wrist as if the driver's hand was a sharpened blade. Naturally, the man begins to scream bloody murder.
"You're roadkill now!" The driver loudly declares as he jams the wheel before jumping out the door of the speeding limousine. Flipping over, he falls safely on the asphalt and lands on his knees unharmed.
As for the speeding limousine, it suicide bombs the construction site, crashing into a metal pillar, breaking it and disrupting the infrastructure of the unfinished building, causing the whole thing to come tumbling down as the limousine gets buried in steel beams.
All the men in the car were certainly DOD: Dead on Departure...nay!
Just before the limousine crashes into the unfinished building, in an act to save himself, the masked shinobi known as Tanaka jumps out just in time, cartwheeling and backflipping until he lands safely, standing not too far from the driver. Looking behind him at the pile of steel beams, Tanaka clicks his tongue in annoyance. The men inside the vehicle as well as his client were definitely dead.
"Kisama(You bastard)...!" Speaking in his native language, Tanaka turns to the driver and shouts. "Do you know what you just did!? How am I supposed to get paid now!?"
"Don't worry, you'll be joining your client soon enough." The driver says in a cold tone.
"Why you...! Who are you, assassin!?" Gathering up flames, Tanaka forms a fireball in his hands and throws it towards the driver, throwing it like a baseball and scoring a direct hit!
Tanaka watches as his flames eat away at the driver's hat and clothes as what emerges was...a man in armor.
Purple and black make up most of the armors color. Black gauntlets and greaves cover his forearms and legs as purple wrappings wrap around the mentioned armor pieces. The upper legs were also covered by armor as images of kunai were depicted on it. A black chest armor depicting a large shuriken covers his upper body while around the waist was a belt with a shuriken situated in the center. Purple shoulder pads cover and protect said shoulders. Finally, a purple helmet covers the man's head as a shuriken is placed right in front of it as a purple scarf is wrapped around his neck.
Gouranga! A shinobi! It's another shinobi! A masked, armored shinobi stands before Tanaka right now!
"A shinobi? Were you sent by the government?" Tanaka frowns under his mask, assuming the armored shinobi in front of him to be a Zennin, a 'good shinobi,' one who works under the government to further national interest. Tanaka assumes the shinobi before him as a Zennin for he is an Akunin, an 'evil shinobi,' one who does not work under the government and works for the highest bidder to further his own interests.
But to Tanaka's surprise, the armored shinobi shakes his head.
"No, I was not sent by the government."
"Huh? Then you are a Nukenin?" Tanaka said, assuming the armored Shinobi was a 'rouge shinobi,' one who has been exiled from the shinobi world and marked for death.
But yet again, the armored shinobi shakes his head.
"Then who are you?" Tanaka demanded, getting fed up with shinobi.
In response to Tanaka's demands, the armored shinobi suddenly claps his hands together and bows.
"Domo. Hajimemashite, Tanaka-san. Kamen Rider Shinobi desu(Hello. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tanaka. I am Kamen Rider Shinobi)." The armored shinobi, now identified as Kamen Rider Shinobi, introduces himself in a respectable manner that catches Tanaka by surprise. As an akunin with some years of experience under his belt, Tanaka recognizes what Shinobi is doing and is even more surprised as well as confused.
'An aisatsu? In this day and age?'
Now Japanese greetings were quite normal in the country of Japan. If one wishes to learn Japanese, learning how to do an aisatsu is one of the first things one should study right after learning hiragana and katakana. But what Shinobi is doing is different.
What Shinobi is doing is performing a ninja aisatsu, a special form of greeting where a shinobi introduces himself to another shinobi with the intent of fighting him/her to the death after the exchange of courtesies. It is ancient ninja etiquette, dating far back into the ancient times of Japan, when feudal lords still held power. Thus it is written in the Kojiki, the Records of Ancient Matters.
"Hmph! Are you high?" Instead of introducing himself back to Shinobi, Tanaka instead insults the armored man. "What kind of man are you, doing a ninja aisatsu in this day and age! Such things have gone out of style!"
Indeed, it is as Tanaka says. Ninja aisatsu's, which used to be common in ancient Japan, was now a thing of the past. No longer do Shinobi introduce themselves in such a manner. They merely introduce themselves quickly before engaging in battle. After all, in a fight between Zennin and Akunin, why should pleasantries be exchanged when they are trying to kill each other?
"You call yourself Shinobi? Hmph! How arrogant of you to claim the very title as your own name as if you represent all shinobi in the world!" Tanaka said before he dashes forward, becoming a blur to the naked eye.
As Tanaka charges towards Shinobi, who assumes a jujitsu stance, his right gauntlet burst into flames. Tanaka's gauntlets and boots with their flaming designs hinted at Tanaka's fighting style, Katon-jitsu, the art of attacking with fire. Such a fighting style could only be learned by a shinobi and Tanaka was quite confident at his mastery over his pyrokinesis.
"I'll roast you alive!" Tanaka declares loudly as his fist of fury flies at lightning speed. Even a shinobi would have trouble dodging such an attack from the masked shinobi who had some years of experience under his belt. He was no fresh graduate, but someone who could be considered a professional.
And yet, to Tanaka's surprise, his fist hits nothing, but air. Shinobi is nowhere to be seen!
"Nani(What)!?" Tanaka gasps as he looks down. It was Shinobi, having flipped over into a back bridge evasion move. Such ninja agility! Tanaka is left surprised that his attack was dodged in such a way.
"Yeeart!"
"Guaah!"
Before Tanaka had time to react, Shinobi performs a handstand and twirls his legs around like a helicopter and diagonally kicks Tanaka in the jaw. As he cries out in surprise and pain, he spins around like a drill boring a hole as Tanaka flies into the pile of steel beams some ways behind him.
Shinobi stands back up, waiting for he knows that Tanaka was not yet done. True to his thoughts, a few steel beams get blown away as Tanaka stand back up. His mask is partially destroyed and he is bleeding from his now exposed mouth and head.
"What's wrong, is that all?" Shinobi said. "Stand up, Tanaka-san, and get ready to recite your death haiku."
A death haiku. A death poem, it is a genre of poetry that was developed in the literary traditions of East Asian cultures—most prominently in Japan as well as certain periods of Chinese history and Joseon Korea. It is a reflection on death—both in general and concerning the imminent death of the author—that is often coupled with a meaningful observation on life. With its origin being in Zen Buddhism, one could think of it simply as saying one's final last words. This is yet another ancient topic, much like ninja aisatsu, as writing of a death poem was limited to the society's literate class, ruling class, samurai, and monks back then.
"My death haiku?" Tanaka glares at Shinobi before charging towards him once again, his fists igniting into flames again. "Fuzakenna(Don't screw with me)!"
In desperation, Tanaka throws a better-off-dead punch. What a fool! Barely moving his left hand, Shinobi parries the blow. Tanaka misses. His katon-jitsu is useless!
'Tch! Dammit! If it's come to this, then I'll use my Secret Ninja Art!' Tanaka thinks to himself as he is about to pull back.
But...
~FINISH NINPO!~
*STAB!*
Tanaka's eyes widen in shock. He slouches over as—Oh My Buddha—Shinobi's arm is sticking out from his body! A thrusting hellish chop pokes daylight into Tanaka's torso! How brutal!
"It's over, Tanaka-san." Shinobi said.
Tanaka coughs up blood, breathing heavily as extreme pain courses through him and life is quickly leaving his body. Just then, he notices something. He and Shinobi, he was taller than the armored shinobi who was as tall as an average teenage boy, standing at a good 5'8".
'This...brat!' Tanaka couldn't believe it. He had lost to someone who was probably still in training school!
"Who...are...you...?"
"I have told you already." Shinobi grabs onto Tanaka's head before uncorking his other hand from Tanaka's body. "I am Kamen Rider Shinobi."
"Yeeart!"
With that battle cry, Shinobi kicks Tanaka's body back to the pile of steel beams while at the same time, tearing his head off. The mask of Shinobi betrays no emotions as he held up Tanaka's severed head.
"Sayonara, Tanaka-san." Shinobi says in a cold tone as he throws the head to the pile of steel beams before making a hand sign.
~STRONG NINPO!~
Suddenly, Shinobi breaths purple colored fire and sets flame to the pile of steel beams. Before long, the flames will reach the gasoline of the limousine buried underneath and thus, when the police come to investigate, the whole thing can be seen as an accident.
With the death of Tanaka and his employer, Shinobi's mission is now half complete. Now, for the other half...
"Urrrrraaaah...!"
From the shadows and the blood, what could only be described as demons begin to pop up all around Shinobi.
"Yoma..." Shinobi identifies the monsters surrounding him as he assumes a jujitsu stance once again.
"WASSHOI!" Shinobi cries out louder than he's ever been that night as he engages the Yomas around him. And so, the night goes on.
Zennin: Good Shinobi.
Akunin: Evil Shinobi
A battlefield. On the ground laid the bodies of many shinobi, both good and bad, all knocked out. The culprits were ten different girls, split into five and stood facing each other.
On one side stood the girls of Hanzo Academy. Their weapons were deadly, their trust in one another was strong, their figure donned in their Shinobi wear were plump and buxom. The colors that represented their Shinobi fighting spirit radiated off of them as their Animal spirits stood behind them, ready to assist. Did I also forget to mention they all had quite the big bust size?
On the other side of the battlefield stood the students of Heibijo Academy, the rival school of Hanzo Academy. Their weapons were lethal, their trust in one another matched their opponents, their figures were too plump and buxom, save for one, and their Shinobi wear was quite varied. They stared down their opponents, ready to snap at them like an attacking snake as their Shinobi fighting spirit blazed like a flame.
For years, these two sides have done battle with one another, trading blows and spilling blood for blood. In one such battle, ideals shall clash as well as various emotions and convictions. Such has been the way for many years.
Yet...
Readying their weapons, both sides charge towards one another only to stop when a purple comet crashed onto the battlefield, stopping both sides as they look at who had appeared.
When a Shinobi who does not align with either side makes his appearance, how does his presence affect the battles to come?
The one who had appeared was none other than Kamen Rider Shinobi. Standing up, he looks towards the leaders of both sides, Asuka and Homura. Noticing his gaze, both girls tense up, wondering what he'll do.
Shinobi already knew what he had to do. Leaping into the air, he lets out a fierce battle cry for all to hear.
"WASSHOI!"
And...done! So here's my latest story idea, a crossover between Senran Kagura and Kamen Rider Shinobi, a Rider from the Zi-O show in case some people don't know. Now as you can see, I used a lot of stuff from Ninja Slayer and the reason for that is, well, I wanted to try something new and Ninja Slayer's narration was always wacky, but awesome to me so I gave it a go and it was a lot more fun than I thought. So yeah, expect a lot of Ninja Slayer references in this story if I ever get around to doing it. As for why I chose to do Senran Kagura, well, while it is filled with the brim with fanservice, it is still a fighting game and the girls are all quite powerful so I wanted to try my hand at this series everyone likes so much. But until then, this has been Ashbel Longhart here, signing out.