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| Budoka no Jinsei:
| EPISODE 1:
| The First Annual Omega Warrior Tournament
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In the year 2001, a great tournament was to be held: a tournament to determine who the most powerful man/woman/child on earth was. A
tournament that was to gather the world's most powerful human beings, and those who just barely cut it as unique specimens of human beings,
to one place: the ruins of the Forbidden City, in China. What better place then the opening set of such a funny martial arts movie as "Shanghai
Noon"?
People crowded about the elevated walk-way as the warriors made there way to center-stage. Among them ranked a tall, muscular man with
short, blonde hair sticking straight up and dull, black eyes. He wore a tank-top, which served to show off his bulging muscles, and baggy, black
sweat pants. His Michael Jordan sneakers completed the image of the average American Martial Egotist. Following him was a short Japanese
fellow, appearing to be just barely 21, with messy black hair held back by a white headband. All of his clothes looked old and weather-beaten,
and at least 5 sizes too big. And for some unexplainable reason, he had what appeared to be a panther tail. Third in line was a Canadian girl
appearing to be about 16, who was just a little taller then the Japanese guy. She wore a Judo Gi, exactly the right fit, and toted a black belt. Her
hair was short-cut and fire red, a shade of fire only out-shone by her eyes.
From the rear of the crowd, an elderly Russian gentlemen, dressed in bum attire, watched the procession with a weary eye, making special note
of both the egotistical American and the tailed Japanese, giving the former a glance of curiosity and the latter a glare of pure hatred. Still further
back was an area where no humans dared stand, and for this reason: A large, black panther sat, seeming almost to track the Russian. It seemed
that no-one was going unwatched at this particular competition.
Among the many warriors heading to center stage was a group of 4 odd-looking people. While most of the other participants looked as if they
were ready for battle, this certain quad of beings looked as if they were ready to go "Trick-or-Treating". The first (and shortest) of the group
stepped out ahead of the other three. A young boy, no older than 12 (and no shorter than 5 feet, 5 inches), dressed in one flowing black robe.
Plastered neatly on the pitch black robe were the letters "Hogwarts". If that wasn't strange enough, the boy was holding a type of wand in his
hands. Some of the warriors gave a quick glance of confusion to the boy, and then stopped gaping as the kid in back of him glared at the
onlookers. The glaring kid looked about 16 years old, and was also dressed entirely in a flowing black robe. In fact, the same "Hogwarts" letters
were there along with a funny looking wand. However, the 16 year old's demenor was quite different from the younger boy. The 12 year old
looked as if he was getting ready for a trip to the country, but the 16 year old looked as if he was getting ready for war (and he was sure ready
for it, what with standing 6 feet tall). A glance to the older boy's face was a glance into a mirror for most contestants. The mirror affect was lost,
however, when one looked behind the 16 year old. Just behind the 16 year old was another 16 year old, but this time it was a female. Looking old
and weathered, the girl was dressed with the same attire as her friends, but oddly she didn't have a wand; instead, in her hands was a plain #2
Pencil. However odd that was, the girl didn't show it. In fact, she looked like she was about to fall asleep. Not the attitude one would expect from
a seasoned warrior, but if you wanted the wrong kind of attitude, all you had to do was look at the last person in the robed people's group.
Standing 5 feet, 9 inches tall and weighing in at 15 years, a carefree boy with the same attire and equipment (reletively similar wand) as his
friends, the boy had something different about his clothes: instead of just "Hogwarts" plastered on the flowing black robes, there were a couple
of words; a name, in fact. They read "Orion Senoj", and for some unexplainable reason, the two words kept fading in and out of existence on the
robes to be replaced periodically by the simple word (and symbols) "ROCKS!!!!". Again, some warriors could only help but stare for a moment
at the odd actions of the robe's lettering. Then again, not many could help but notice the jumping and skipping and (quite honestly) howling of
the boy. The four seemingly unprepared warriors made their way to the center stage, all the eyes of all the people glancing at some point in time
at them, all asking the same questions: "Huh?"
Then, two new competitors had arrived at the tournament. The first one to come walking down the corridor was Japanese and was around the
age of 23. He had thick, dark hair which sported a part straight down the middle. On top of his well-developed, muscular body was a red martial
arts gi, featuring the kanji for "Tatsu no Toki Nokoe Ha" on the right breast area. Strapped to his back was what looked like a long fighting staff.
He had a serious, determined expression on his face and looked like someone not to be taken lightly. His companion was also Japanese, about
the same age, wearing the same getup (with the exception of a sword instead of a staff), but did not portray the same air of confidence as the
first fighter. He looked forward at all the fighters gathered in the arena and had awe and apprehension written all over his face. He was skinnier
and less muscular than his companion, although with an impressive build nonetheless. His thin, black hair was slicked back with what looked
like liberal amounts of hair gel. Ready to face their destiny, the two martial artists entered the arena.
Soon after, a rather strange looking couple emerged from the shadows and made their way towards the center stage. Giving a disdainful look to
the other competitors, the girl took a drag on her cigarette. Dressed in a black trenchcoat and heeled boots, she stood at 5'7, age 17, and dark
glasses conceled her ruby red eyes. Snow white spiked hair framed her face, the oddest part being the 2 streaked, lavendar bangs she had. Or
perhaps, the oddest part was the giant bardiche she held ....
To her left, her companion sighed at her behavior. Carrying a black staff in his hands, his demanor was slightly different than that of the girls.
While she expressed arrogance, his brooding was enough to keep any bystanders from staring too long. At 6ft, he was dressed exactly as his
female counterpart, save his outfit was entirely red, including his short hair and goatee. He twirled his staff boredly, now and again checking to
make sure the girl wasn't doing anything. He prayed that she would behave herself for the time. He didn't want to deal with any of her mood
swings.
The girl tossed her cigarette to the ground and smirked. "I don't think we have too much to worry about. These should be easy pickings."
He sighed again and waved at the smoke that clung in the air. "I do wish you would stop smoking those horrid things..." He glanced around. "I
wouldn't be too sure about that. While some do seem to be weak, I've noticed a few high powers scattered about."
The girl raised her eyebrow in surprise. "You think so? Hmm... Maybe this will provide some entertainment after all..." She absently stroked the
bardiche blade and smiled cruely. "I do so enjoy a good fight... Well... We should mingle, should we not?" With that said, she drifted off into
the crowd, with the young man hurrying after her.
Following the odd warriors were some more odd warriors, generally known as the "Warriors of Little Importance."
As the competitors filed into the central arena, and the audience crowded into the spectators' stands, a blithe young man with golden, slicked
back hair and a neat mustache began announcing into the mic. "LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEEEN! May I have your attention,
PUH-LEEEEZE! We will shortly begin the first annual Omega Warrior Tournament, the winner of which will be announced the strongest warrior
in THE WORLD!!! We have randomly sorted out the order of competitors, and over the next 4 days, these great soldiers will bash it out of each
other, until the winner is determined! If you will avert your attention to one of the bulletin boards on either side of the arena, you will find the
list of today's battles!"
Sure enough, there was a diagram displaying who was fighting who that day. It read:
Robin the Ravenclaw vs. Bethica
Peter Thanes vs. Orion Senoj
Kenji Nakamura vs. Luke Masterson
Nicole Peters vs. Joe Smith
Kyorei vs. Ling Liu
Ma'ang the Red vs. Abdul Al-F'd
Fuante Kyojin vs. Will McDonuts
Shinichi Mamono vs. Captain Hero
"Remember, the winner is the first to either KO or ring-out his opponent! AND LET THE GAMES BEGIIIIIN!!!!" the announcer finished.
The quartet of Hogwarts students looked at each other, looks of differing amazement on their faces. The four had never dreamed of facing of
with each other. No, they had been training for months to battle other opponents. However, with the current situation as it was, they had little
choice.
***Robin the Ravenclaw vs. Bethica***
The first year and sixth year Hogwarts students of Robin and Bethica (respectivly) stood facing each other. Bethica had her usual rock-like face
plastered on, while Robin looked ready for anything. The spectators looked rather puzzled, wondering how two humans in flowing robes would
be able to do battle with each other. There was some murmuring about stick fights, but the murmurs ceased when the two warriors made their
first moves.
Moves that were totally unexpected.
Robin the Ravenclaw's and Bethica's flowing black robes had vanished into thin air, an entirly different attire on both. Robin's getup had
changed to that of a boxer's: tanktop, baggy shorts (and yes, no boxing gloves). Bethica had somehow put on a tight fitting black jumpsuit,
looking something like leather. Some whistles ensued from the crowd, but they were quickly quelled by all the women spectators (in more than
one way; yes, "ouch" indeed). And also, Bethica's #2 Pencil had somehow transformed into a magnificant wand of sorts.
And the battle started.
Robin lashed out first, his star-tipped wand flashing furiously back and forth as he sped. Bethica countered with her rather large wand, both
sticks smashing against each other in a flurry of sparks and flashes. Both Robin and Bethica lept back from the encounter, and the reason
became apparent as a small explosion ripped the air between them. Robin quickly regained composure and ran at Bethica, jumping quickly and
performing an aerial kick. Bethica countered easily, the attacker thudding to the ground with a high pitched yelp. The female, taking advantage
of Robin's failed attempt, grabbed onto her opponent's legs and flung him (yes, flung him) over her head. While rather surprised, Robin
managed to land on his feet, turning near instantly to strike Bethica in the back with his bright stick. A large flash occured, Bethica reeling
forward in what seemed like... laughter. This didn't seem odd to Robin, as he quickly gave a hard shove to his opponent, and Bethica teetered
out of the battle area.
"Nice battle!" gasped Robin to Bethica. Bethica seemed to have ceased her strange laughing fit, her wand gone and another #2 Pencil twirling
around in her hand.
"Indeed," muttered Bethica, "but you must realize that you won for a reason."
Robin looked stupified. "Say what? A reason?"
Bethica smiled, a warm one. "Yes, a reason. One that you shall find out soon..."
***Peter Thanes vs. Orion Senoj***
Peter Thanes and Orion Senoj stood facing each other in the small battle area that had been assigned to them. In a mere heartbeat both
combatants pointed their wands at each other, and the another robe vanishing act occured.
But this time, it was creepy.
Instead of the robes just simply disappearing, two very odd things happened. Peter Thanes sent out a blinding flash of light before changing
clothes, the new clothes being simply a white karate robe and a black belt. Orion Senoj, on the other hand, was engulfed by a seemingly
magical, gnarl-filled tree before changing. Just as the tree vanished just as rapidly as it had appeared, Orion charged at his opponent, but it
wasn't hard to miss Orion's new clothes as a scuba-diving suit (tank and goggles included...). Both oppenents clashed, but at a rather slow rate,
as Orion's "charge" was significantly slowed by his big rubber flippers. The two Hogwarts students glared at each other, through the naked eye
and goggles. Then, all at once, it was all over, Orion Senoj flailing to get off his back outside of the ring.
Orion Senoj looked maddened. "How in the Chamber of Secrets did you do that?!" yelled Orion.
Peter Thanes looked back with a smirk. "It was very simply, my dear Senoj. I simply 'kicked' you."
Orion glared back, his cheeks turning rosy red. "That's not possible, I didn't feel a thing!"
Peter glared back, but a twinkle was in his eye. "Yes, precisely! Before you hit me, I managed to cast a spell on my leg, one that granted it a very
powerful punch...er...kick."
As Peter walked away, Orion began muttering under his breath. "But that's not possible...his wand was on the ground...and the only people I've
ever heard of being able to do that Charm without a wand were the Death Eaters...but Peter can't be a...a..."
***Kenji Nakamura vs. Luke Masterson***
After the battle was announced, Kenji, the Japanese with the tail, stood looking at Luke, the large American with the blonde, spiky hair.
"What're _you_ lookin' at, yah little freak?" Luke scoffed at the size of his opponent. "You'd think they'd have limits on who could join. Next
thing yah know, they're'll be little girls in these matches!" Thinking he had his opponent intimidated, he charge forward with an obvious punch.
Expecting to send the little man flying, he found himself punching nothing but air. The next moment, he found himself eating nothing but dirt, as
Kenji had ducked under the punch and easily tripped the large American. "That didn't hurt!" Luke laughed, picking himself up. "You may have
some tricks, but I got some too!" With that, he went into the crane kick pose from Karate Kid. As Kenji stepped forward, Luke kicked his foot
out, aiming for Kenji's face. Instead of making contact, his foot was grabbed, and Kenji flung the man out of the ring with one arm.
"You have bad attitude," Kenji scolded.
***Nicole Peters vs. Joe Smith***
Joe Smith was wearing boxing gloves and had a very well-muscled build. Nicole, the Canadian Judoist, was concerned about her ability to win
the match, but she was determined to do her best. Smith swung forward with his right, while she dodged to his left. However, his opening
punch was a fake and he hit her on the side of the face with his other hand. She jumped back, dangerously near the edge of the ring, and he
took the opportunity to charge at her. He tried a double-fisted punch, attempting to knock her out of the ring in one blow. However, she
grabbed both fists and rolled back, catching his stomach with her foot. In a single roll, she flung him far from the ring, thus winning her first
match.
*****
Before the next fight, Kyorei smiled and chuckled softly. "So now the fun finally begins." She strode into the ring and calmly watched as her
opponent bounced in. Ma'ang only watched impassively, hoping that she would behave...
***Kyorei vs. Ling Liu***
She regarded the girl in front of her. In typical chinese attire, save being all pink, the girl smiled and waved to people in the crowd. Ling blew
kisses and tossed her hair back with a confident look on her face.
"So you be my match?" she giggled. "Ling win this fight no problem!" She pulled out a fan and struck a peace sign. Kyorei watched amused by
this silly being.
And the fight began.
Ling quickly released a volley of throwing spikes at Kyorei, who quickly brought up her bardiche and deflected them. The girl then ran at her
and drew out the fan which now showed to be constructed of razor sharp blades. Kyorei just continued dodging the attacks, never fighting
back, all the while smiling her dark smile. Ling started to become infuriated and drove at her with daggers bared. The next moment Ling was on
her butt with a bardiche inches from her face. The last thing she saw was the blade swinging down and her opponents smile.
As she was announced victor, Kyorei laughed as they dragged the unconcious girl out of the ring.
Ma'ang sighed, "Must you always terrorize them?"
She shrugged. "The girl was wearing pink. I detest that color. Would you prefer it if I terrorize you instead?" The bardiche gleamed as the cold
metal touched his cheek. He gulped nervously. Kyorei smirked and pulled the weapon away. "Just as I thought. Your up next."
He wondered to himself why he put up with this girl sometimes...
Ma'ang eyed his opponent as he entered the ring. The man didn't seem to be very powerful, but then again he had learned looks could be
deceving.
***Ma'ang the Red vs. Abdul Al-F'd***
"Yo, yo! Let's get this on!" yelled Abdul. He was dressed in black leather pants, a hot pink vest and was _huge_. Abdul flexed his muscles and
grinned. "Let's go, Red!"
Ma'ang stood there silent unmoving as Abdul joked about his attire and looks. This was so dull... He could be home sleeping, but, no... He'd
been dragged here by Atilla the Hun to fight idiots in front of a roaring crowd. How depressing life could be...
Abdul was getting annoyed that his opponent was completely ignoring him. Roaring he ran forward and delivered his attack. "Happy Yen
Punch!" The blow caught Ma'ang in the stomach sending him flying near the edge of the ring. Dazed, Ma'ang shook his head and came back
from la-la land.
Climbing to his feet, he dusted his clothes off. Then in a flash he was gone. Abdul looked around confused. "Where'd he go?! Too chicken to
fight??!" There was a cough and he looked down to see Ma'ang in front of him. With a twirl of his staff, Ma'ang slammed it hard into the giants
ribs, then literally swept him off his feet. With a loud thud Abdul hit the ground. But he wasnt down for the count yet. Floundering for a
moment, Abdul got his grip and jumped back up. He charged and was about to pound Ma'ang into the ground when the edge of the ring came
to his feet. He teetered on his tiptoes and Ma'ang calmly walked up. With a gentle nudge from his staff, Abdul Al-F'd was out. The match was
Ma'ang's.
Ma'ang quietly exited the ring and moved back to where Kyorei was waiting, who then preceeded to rag on him for not having better reflexes.
"...and another thing...*nag nag*... Oi, are you listening to me??!!" she glared up at him. Her only reply was a soft snore.
***Fuante Kyojin vs. McDonuts***
The fat slob known as McDonuts and the young man known as Kyojin stepped into the ring. Whereas McDonuts had an amused expression
on his face, his opponent was eyeing him with a steely gaze, taking the match almost TOO seriously. McDonuts wiped his mouth clean of what
appeared to be the remains of a blueberry donut. Then, without a word, he charged his opponent. Lashing out with a purple ki-charged fist he
screamed out, "Jelly Filling Shockwave Fist!" However, when the fist connected with the ground that Kyojin was standing on a split-second
before, it occurred to the lard-based life form that he had missed. Once the smoke from the crater had cleared, McDonuts heard the sound of a
throat being cleared from behind him.
VERY CLOSE behind him. He spun around, only to come face to face (or face to neck, as McDonuts was both short and pudgy, not a good
combination)with Kyojin. "Try again," Kyojin said softly, the hint of a smile forming on his stoic face. Born of an equal mixture of rage and fear,
the human (?) monstrosity lashed out with a clumsy kick... that struck only air. However, the klutziness of his attack threw him off balance and
sent him to his rear.
After recovering, he looked forward to see Kyojin standing seven feet in front of him, with that same cold stare still on his face. Then, Kyojin
started walking forward. It was not a charge or anything resembling attack, he was just walking. Trembling with fear, McDonuts unleashed a
fury of powerful yet clumsy attacks at the approaching warrior, which were all dodged with relative ease. Kyojin kept walking. McDonuts began
to get desperate and was being "pushed" backward by Kyojin's relentless approach. Kyojin kept walking. McDonuts was forced further and
further back. The fat man had had enough and stopped, confident that Kyojin wouldn't hit him. He growled, "You can't beat me if you keep on
dodging. Hit me!"
Finally, Kyojin smiled and said, "You don't seem to realize that you've already lost." With that, he pointed down at the floor between them.
Specifically, at a white line between them. McDonuts had stepped out of the ring. Kyojin had won. As the bell rang, the crowd cheered, and
Kyojin walked away, all that McDonuts could say was "But, but, but, but..."
***Shinichi Mamono vs. Captain Hero***
The young man named Shinichi Mamono stood at his edge of the ring, sweating-dropping, as his opponent removed his brown trenchcoat to
reveal... Wow. Captain Hero was wearing what appeared to be a Superman-esque outfit, with the exception that it was green and had an "H" in
place of the "S." There was also what looked like a microphone piece attached to his chest. He put his right hand on his hip and thrust his left
up into the air. "Behold," his magnified voice boomed, "the most powerful fighter in the world; his strength is surpassed by none; his speed
makes the wind cower in shame. His name is... CAPTAIN HERO!!!!" A large thunderbolt shot from the sky and struck the ring dead center as he
finished, which was quite interesting considering the the tournament was being held indoors. Shinichi continued to stare at the display, all the
time sweating bullets. He finally regained his composure and wore an amused expression on his face. Captain Hero gradually lowered his gaze
to Shinichi. "Ummm," he started, "aren't you afraid?"
"Not really," Shinichi replied.
"Intimidated?"
"Nope."
Captain Hero was really scared now. "Not even the least bit nervous?"
"Well, I feel unclean just being in your presence. Does that help?"
{Yes!} Captain Hero thought to himself. {I still got it! This poor sap's probably shaking in his boots right now. No doubt he fears my awesome
strength. Taking advantage of his fear will all too easy.} With his ego sufficiently boosted, he charged his opponent. Shinichi, seeing the
charge, responded merely by drawing his katana. When Captain Hero was close enough, he raised the sword to about head level. Captain Hero
managed to stop one inch from the tip of the blade, pale as a ghost and sweating cannonballs. After a few seconds of staring dumbly at the
very interesting, shiny thingy, he gave out a loud, high-pitched scream and promptly fainted. As the winner(I'll leave it to you to figure out who
won) was announced, Shinichi's partner Fuante was busy beating on the judge.
"Why the heck did you let that moron join the tournament in the first place?" he bellowed. "He took one look at a katana and shrieked like a
little girl!"
"Well," the abused judge muttered weakly, "he pydusagdamntomony."
"What was that?" Fuante yelled.
"I said he payed us a good amount of money!"
Giving out a great sigh, Fuante left the judge in peace and headed back to locker room, muttering, "Guys in tights... Ackkk!"
*****
That night was rather uneventful, some warriors choosing to practice some more before the next day of the tournament and some deciding to
get some R&R.
The following day was much like the first day of the tournament, the announcer making his speech and the bulletin board announcing the day's
fights. It read:
Robin the Ravenclaw vs. Peter Thanes
Kenji Nakamura vs. Nicole Peters
Kyorei vs. Ma'ang the Red
Fuante Kyojin vs. Shinichi Mamono
Once again, the annoying annoucer took his stand, holding up the classic very large microphone. After a slight grin (one that reminded many of
a certain braggard person...), the annoucer finally piped up. "LADIES AND GENTELMEN (and whatever else there may be)! TODAY WE HAVE
FOR YOU, ROBIN THE RAVENCLAW AND PETER THANES!"
***Robin the Ravenclaw vs. Peter Thanes***
Robin the Ravenclaw and Peter Thanes locked eyes. Both raised their wands, both slowed down their breathing. This was it, the final battle for
Hogwarts, and both knew it (although the crowd didn't know it). Whoever won this battle would become the Champion of House Ravenclaw for
the Martial Arts Competition, and both were ready for anything...
Except for what happened!
Before either student could make a move, a huge puff of smoke billowed up from the center of the small arena. Both Hogwarts students faltered
and nearly fell backwards at the sight, neither one having caused the strange happening. Ever so slowly the smoke dissapated, and there, in the
center of the once dominant blackness, stood a messy robe.
The annoucer lept up from his seat, so excited that he nearly dropped his turned-on microphone. "LADIES AND OTHERS! IT'S AMAZING! A
NEW COMPETITOR? BUT HOW IS THIS..." the annoucer suddenly stopped talking. That is, sound stopped coming out of his mouth.
Stunned, the annoucer suddenly noticed the messy robe had raised a wand. Giving a silent sigh (thinking the entire thing was just a setup), the
announcer sat back down and watched.
The messy robe hovered over to Robin the Ravenclaw, the Hogwarts student too stupified to run. Bending over the now shaking boy, the robe
muttered, "Robin, you must lose this battle. Your opponent... No, I musn't tell you now. Just do as I say... please."
And with that, the messy robe dissipated, and the annoucer regained his voice.
Robin just stood there, staring into nothingness, the roar of the crowd and the frenzy of the announcer not even registering in his brain. Lose?
thought Robin. The student of Ravenclaw stared back at his opponent. How could I lose when I have a chance to win? thought Robin. And yet
a slight nagging told Robin to follow the hooded one's advice. Finally, ever so slowly, Robin the Ravenclaw began backing out of the arena.
Before Peter Thanes could stop him, Robin had backed out of the ring, resulting in a very odd win for Peter.
Peter Thanes approached a shaken Robin the Ravenclaw. "Why'd you do that?" asked Peter, "Why'd you forfeit outright?"
Robin looked up at his older classmate. "Well..." said Robin quietly, "I think it'd be best to tell you after the tournament is over and we return to
Hogwarts."
Peter flung his hands up in defeat and tromped away, leaving Robin to his own thoughts.
***Kenji Nakamura vs. Nicole Peters***
The tailed Japanese faced the Canadian, a look of reserve on his face. He could see in her aura that there was something different about her,
different than any of the other fighters, even the one that he could tell also had something big in store for them. She was touched by fate in a
way that he had never seen before, in all of his long life. Crossing his arms, he called to her, "You get first move."
Nicole approached him cautiously, remembering how he had easily tossed his last opponent with one hand. He didn't seem intimidating, but she
new better than to judge him by his looks.
She suddenly lunged at him, grabbing for his shoulders in an attempted throw. He faded out of view, and she fell down, catching herself in a
roll. Jumping to a standing position, Nicole turned to find Kenji behind her, in the same stance that he had started in. He gave her a mishevious
smile, and held up his left hand. A small ball of light formed at the tip of his fingers, and Nicole slowly backed away.
She had heard of ki attacks before, but had never actually seen one before McDonut's fight the day before. She froze as he pointed at her. She
had no idea what to do, was totally out of her league.
He yelled. A laser-like beam shot from his finger. Nicole was paralyzed in fear. The attack moved towards her with lightning speed. Nicole
prepared for the great abyss...
It didn't come. The beam veered off course just before it hit her, now headed towards the audience. All anybody had time to do was watch
where it was going. After what seemed like an eternity, it became appearent that it was headed for an elderly gentleman in old, worn looking
clothes.
Just before it hit him, he jumped into the air and landed next to Kenji. The beam dissipated as it found it's target to be absent, and the old man
glared at his assaulter.
"*I should have known you'd pull something like that,*" he said in Russian.
"I don't know what you saying," Kenji responded in English. "Is mistake. I try hit her."
"*You're trying to kill me, as you did my brother, and anyone else that associated with him.*"
"I not one who kill brother, Mirsky. Brother suicide, try to make too much power."
Mirsky gave the Japanese a look of dissent. Switching to English, he said, "If that's what you claim happened, why did the beam veer off last
minute? Don't tell me _that_ was a mistake!"
"How I know _you_ not do that? To get me trouble?"
"Shut up!" Mirsky went into a fire stance, prepared to strike.
"You really think you beat me?" Kenji said. "I get stronger for fifty year since last fight, while you get old. That not wise choice."
"Don't be foolish!" Mirsky spat. "You may be physically stronger, but I've been mastering the Heavy Fist!"
Mirsky charged forward, sending a blur of punches that not even the most established martial artists could follow. Amazingly enough, Kenji
parried them all. Mirsky grinned as a black aura flared up around him. He renewed his last effort with less blinding speed, but this time, every
time Kenji came in contact with the old man, the Japanese seemed to weaken slightly. Finally, he sunk to his feet, seemingly not even having
enough energy to stand anymore.
"Who's gotten old?" Mirsky gloated over his fallen opponent. Mirsky posed to end the fight once and for all, but before he could deliver the
final blow, a large, black panther jumped in between the two. Mirsky's eyes narrowed in contempt. "Why, if it isn't my old pet, Tiger?"
Kenji got back to his feet, his strength seeming to have returned. "You no can defeat two of us."
"Perhaps not," Mirsky replied. "Drat. I was so looking forward to finish our fued after all these years. I suppose I'll just have to find a more...
painful way of doing it. Farewell, Nakamura." With that, the old man jumped off into the gaping crowd.
Throughout the battle, Nicole just stared at the two, mouth open wide. "And the winner is... NICOLE PETEEEEEERSSSS!!!" The announcer
cried.
"Huh?" she muttered, looking to see that during his fight Kenji had stepped out of the ring. "I guess so."
***Kyorei vs. Ma'ang the Red***
Ma'ang watched her nervously as they circled in the ring. Just because they had entered as partners didn't mean she'd take it any easier on him.
Nor would friendship matter to her when it came to a fight. If it was at all possible, she became even more aggressive and dangerous when they
fought. She loathed losing...
Kyorei narrowed her eyes. She wasn't about to lose, especially to Ma'ang. Gripping her bardiche, a flash of black before her weapon clashed
with that of her teamate's. She could tell Ma'ang was apprehensive about fighting her. That was to her advantage.
Again and again she attacked him, driving him further back. Their weapons were a blur as they fought all out. Then Kyorei gave a small gasp
and fell to her knees, her weapon on the ground as she doubled over in pain.
Ma'ang instantly stopped attacking. Kyorei was huddled in front of him and he knelt down to her. "Kyo?!" {Shit, I didn't want to hurt her!}
She spoke softly... "Ma'ang... That's the difference between us... You actually care!!" Kyorei punched him hard in the stomach, jumping to her
feet before landing a crushing blow with the blunt part of her weapon, sending Ma'ang hurdling out of the ring with a loud crash.
She looked down at him as he came to. "Remember, only losers give a damn about someone in a fight." He glared at her, not believing she did
that to him. {Sorry, but I play for keeps, Ma'ang...} Kyorei walked away, not giving him another thought as she prepared for the next fight.
***Fuante Kyojin vs. Shinichi Mamono***
The two finest (well, two of the three finest, but I'll go into the next chapter of our story) students of the Tatsu no Toki Nokoe Ha stood at their
respective ends of the ring. The first one, Fuante, looked depressed. He never expected for his best friend to be disqualified so early in the
tournament. {Why, Shinichi could beat the pants off of most of these jokers. But, I guess that's just life.} With that, he assumed his favorite
stance, the tiger.
Shinichi, on the other hand, was more nervous than depressed. He knew that he couldn't defeat Fuante and wondered how much fighting there
would be between the start of the match and the moment when the pressure point on the side of his neck would be struck, which would knock
him unconscious. {Heh, he's so predictable. He always finishes me off that way.} Accepting fate, he assumed an identical stance to his
opponent/friend.
The two fighters just stared at each other, each knowing what would come. The moment the bell rang, they were gone. Well, to the untrained
eye it appeared that way. Suddenly, there was a flash of light and the two martial artists reappeared in the center of the ring four feet in the air.
One of them landed softly on his feet and the other flew about ten feet before hitting the ground. Shinichi got up off the ground and spit some
blood onto the floor. Seeing that Fuante had drawn his staff, Shinichi did likewise with his katana. The two nodded to each other, as if they
knew what the other was thinking. An instant later, Shinichi charged. With a yell of "TAIYOU NO RENZOKU KEN!", his blade began to glow a
blinding gold and soon became a blur as Shinichi struck with the speed of the Chestnut Fist. Fuante countered by leaping two feet in the air and
calling out, "SEN NO RYU BOKI!" His legs also became blurs and for a few seconds it seemed that the two were evenly matched. This was the
case until Fuante decided to bring his staff into action. With a hard crack to the head, Shinichi staggered back in a daze, dropping his katana
onto the ground. Looking up, he saw that Fuante was no longer in front of him. Shinichi smiled, for he already knew where his opponent was.
Sure enough, Fuante appeared behind his friend and quickly struck a pressure point on his neck, rendering him unconscious.
It was over. As the croud roared, Fuante carried his sleeping friend over to a bench to let him rest. It had been a good fight.
*****
And that was the end of the second day of the tournament. With only two more days, the entire audience was hoping for some major battles.
The time was coming when the "World's Most Powerful Human" award would be won, and the audience didn't want the losers to go down
without a fight.
That morning, the announcer again made his speech and again the bulletin announced the fights of the day. Only two this time.
Peter Thanes vs. Nicole Peters
Kyorei vs. Fuante Kyojin
***Peter Thanes vs. Nicole Peters***
Nicole looked at her opponent uneasily. She remembered seeing all of the amazing things he had done, from his odd transformation to the
powerful kick he had delivered that sent his first opponent flying out of the ring.
And now, it was her turn.
She took a ready stance as the judge announced the start of the fight.
Peter Thanes stared into the eyes of his female opponent, his mind racing with battle plans. However, there was one subject that loomed over
his mind: Why had Robin stepped out? Peter tried to blow it off, but it wouldn't go away. Still, Peter knew what would become of all these
events, and grinned at his bright future... and prepared to battle.
Ready as she would ever be, Nicole took advantage of what to her seemed to be a distracted opponent. She ran into a full run, and threw herself
into a double-footed sliding kick.
Peter Thanes stared at his oncoming adversary. Then, grinning eerily, Peter raised his wand and shouted, "ACCIO, SWORD!" And then, with a
more grim smile, lowered his wand and attempted to dodge Nicole Peter's attack.
She slid harmlessly under as Peter jumped her attack. She cursed silently at her own stupidity, and, landing in a roll, ended up on her tiptoes
right at the edge of the ring.
Peter Thanes looked at his female oppenent curiously. To Peter, it seemed almost as if Nicole was TRYING to lose. Peter grinned, for he had no
intention of winning instantly. Then, as if by fate, Peter's Summoning Spell took affect, and a sword (of the Katana variety) leaped out of the
crowds of onlookers, a Samurai jumping up and down in anger as his sword wooshed away. Locking onto the blade, Peter pointed it toward
Nicole, saying, "I hope you're ready to die." Peter Thanes grinned.
Nicole saw the attack come at her, and did the only thing she could think to do. Jump back. Unwittingly, she jumped right out of the ring...
And thus, after having beaten the freakishly muscular Smith and the amazingly powerful Nakamura, she fell easily to the 16 year-old Thanes.
***Fuante Kyojin vs. Kyorei***
The man named Fuante Kyojin was nervous. He had seen this girl's power, seen the tactics she'd used, and against her own friend! He would
have to use the bulk of his power in order to beat her. But then he thought back to all the people that believed in him. There was his sensei and
father, Shimitsu Kyojin, his best friend, Shinichi Mamono, Shinichi's fiancee, Chouchou Shison, his own fiancee, Ukyou Kounji (author's note:
{:-), and the mysterious fighter named Bisen, who was also a student of the Tatsu no Toki Nokoe Ha. They all had faith in him; they all knew he
could win. With a renewed confidence, he stepped into the ring.
He drew his staff and threw it to the ground. With the strategy he was about to execute, he could have no distractions. He assumed a very tight
horseback stance and gritted his teeth. The audience watched as a faint green aura surrounded his body. Their curiousity turned to awe as the
glow ceased to be anything close to faint. It was blazing. With a scream of "DOBU NO KAMI HA!" his aura exploded. The blast was so
incredible that it sent a sizable shockwave throughout the ring, throwing bits and pieces of loose concrete and gravel into the air. He was ready.
Kyorei watched calmly at the awesome display of power. It seemed this boy wasn't going to be an easy match. With a feral grin, she jumped
into the ring and approached. With a mocking bow, she gave her greeting. "It's about time some real action entered this tournement. You must
know, however, that I have no intention of losing. I am Kyorei, Empty Bell, student of Kaimettsu-Sama." Kyorei drew her glasses off, revealing
her blood red eyes. "Ikuze!"(author's note: Ikuze= let's go)
Kenji watched with some interest from the sidelines. These fighters were powerful, considering their age; he thought he might have trouble
defeating them if they ever decided to double-team him. {They have powerful emotions,} he thought silently to himself. {I've never seen such
young ones harness their spirits so.}
With his power sufficiently raised, Fuante charged his red-eyed opponent. Unleashing a barrage of lightning fast kicks and punches, he
succeeded in making a few good hits on her. However, it seemed that the attacks, though they hurt her, were not wearing her down in the
slightest. {What the heck? What is she made of? Must be those eyes. She can't be human. Heh, no problem. That Ipposhi guy I fought barely
counted as human and he came out of that fight barely alive. Just gotta keep on pummeling her. Yeah, that's it.} Fuante continued his assault,
scoring some more hits on Kyorei while taking a few strong ones himself. Suddenly, he jumped back a few feet, deciding to catch his breath.
The Dobu no Kami Ha sure drained a person. "All right. I've had enough," he stated firmly. "I was hoping that I wouldn't have to do this, but
you're much tougher than you look." He then bent his knees, stuck his hands in front of him, and crossed them inward at the wrists, palms
facing towards Kyorei.
From the sidelines, Shinichi watched in terror as his friend began to gather energy for his attack. {No!} he thought. {He hasn't fully learned that
technique yet! This is bad! What does that fool think he's doing? If he wants to finish her off, he should just use his Ki Ken technique. Wait,
scratch that. The Ki Ken would easily kill her.}
Fuante saw the look on Shinichi's face and knew instantly what he was thinking. {Sorry, Shinichi. I got no choice.} Fuante was suddenly done
powering up. {This is it!} "Tatsu no Toki Nokoe Ha semi-ultimate technique: DAI RYU SATSU HA!" A serpent-shaped cyclone came blasting
out of his hands and shot at Kyorei. At least, it WAS serpent-shaped. Halfway between the two fighters, it became unstable and exploded,
sending powerful gusts of wind in every direction. Both of them were flung up into the air and came crashing down ten seconds later. The
crowd gasped. When the dust had cleared, it appeared that Fuante had almost fallen out of the ring. With balance that should have been
physically impossible, he was holding himself inside of the ring with one hand. Flinging his body back onto solid ground, Fuante knew things
were looking bad. He had indeed screwed up his father's attack and was now dangerously low on energy. {Dangit!} he thought to himself as he
stood up.
Kyorei slowly raised herself up from the ground. Her hands were trembling as she gasped out, "You idiot... Now you've done it..." She was
shaking and looked terrified.
Ma'ang knew that the situation had just gotten bad- real bad. *Shit! That energy blast made her lose control! Damnit, they're both in trouble
now...*
Her eyes began to glow... A dark red battle aura surrounded her, tainted by streaks of black. She straightened up, and when she faced Fuante
again, her voice came out dead and cold. "You should learn to control your techniques better, boy... Forgive me if I kill you now... I no longer
can be held accountable for my actions."
She hissed in pain for a moment then a new voice came from her lips. "You see, my dear boy, if Kyorei happens to get angry enough, we take
over." The girl gave a high-pitched giggle. "And we are not human." She grinned, baring small fangs.
Then she attacked. Graspinng her bardiche she flew at him, driving it hard enough into the ground that the earth shattered. The aura she was
giving off was intensly hot, giving Fuante a few small burns when she came close enough. Ma'ang shouted from outside the ring. "Whatever
you do, don't let her touch you!"
{This has got to be one of the most challenging fights I've ever had. But I'm not out yet!} Fuante finished his inner monologue and once more
assumed his cherished tiger stance. "All right, doll. You've had your fun. But it's time for your little fireworks show to end. You're a pretty good
fighter, I'll grant you that. However, being a 'good' fighter doesn't mean jack when you're facing the winner of the San Kami Ten Budoukai!"
With that, he started to laugh. Let me clarify that, he was laughing psycho-person like. He was laughing like someone who had been smoking
too many funny cigarettes.
Shinichi again knew what was his friend was planning and this time he approved of the technique about to be used. {Excellent! That demon
chick is about to see what a REAL aura looks like!} "You the man, Fuante!" he cheered from the sideline.
His best friend's encouragement only served to strengthen his trademark technique. Seeing Kyorei's puzzled look, he decided to explain himself.
"You have a very impressive battle aura, Kyorei. In fact, it might be almost as powerful as the one I'll soon have. Tatsu no Toki Nokoe Ultimate
Aura Boosting Technique: PERFECT DOBU NO KAMI HA!" With a scream of triumph, Fuante's aura shot through the roof, literally. The green
ball of ki was filling up the entire ring and burning a hole in the roof. It was only his high level of concentration that spared the audience a fiery
demise. Fuante noticed that his opponent was semi-blinded by his glow and decided to use this to his advantage. With unforeseen strength
and speed, he charged.
'Kyorei' managed to dodge, glaring at Fuante. Her eyes still hurt from the light he emitted, and his remarks had only served to anger her demon
side further. Growling, she attacked, clashing again and again with her opponent, both getting hits on their side, neither gaining nor losing.
Fuante set on winning, Kyorei set on killing...
"We like you, boy. You'd make a good host to our kind. Unfortunately, you shall not live that long!" Kyorei spat out before tossing her
bardiche to the ground and bringing her hands in front of her. "You want to see a real attack? We'll give you a taste of what we can really do."
The aura surrounding her took on a flame-like appearance and started spiraling around her.
Ma'ang swore loudly and ran as far from the ring as he could, dragging Fuante's friend with him. She was definately out of control! It was going
to get ugly real quick and he didn't feel like becoming barbeque at this particular moment. He hoped that the Fuante guy survived...
Kyorei laughed inside the column of 'flame.' "Heavens Wrath-Quake with Fear!" She closed her eyes as the flames soared higher before
exploding in a blinding white hot fury inside the ring. The unfortunate announcer was caught in the blast and became nothing more than a pile
of ash. (Author's note: whee! i hated that guy....) Her voice giggled while the flames consumed everything in sight. "Ashes to ashes, and dust
to dust... Evil is as evil does."
Kenji saw the attack for what it was instantly. Raw demon energy, a power that was based solely on rage, hate, and the other darker emotions.
Such energy could barely be controlled; all it could do is kill and destroy.
In an instant, the panther known as Tiger was on one side of the short Japanese, and the elder known as Mirsky was on the other. "*I hate to
say this, but we have to work together if we don't want everyone to perish in this one,*" the Russian said in Japanese.
"*I agree,*" Kenji agreed in Russian. Tiger merely growled in ascent.
In a flash, the three formed a triangle around the ring. They each had a black aura around them, dampening out the searing white energy that
engulfed them, and their auras quickly expanded to contain the fire. Kenji winced when he felt one soul violently jerked from it's mortal
existance, assuming it was the announcer: The only one close enough to the ring to have been incinerated before they had put the shield up,
other than the other warriors. And Kenji knew that they were too fast to have met such a fate themselves.
He probed into the ring, searching for both the possesed girl and the rage-powered warrior. But amidst all the stray energy, he could detect
neither...
Still, he was certain that Kyojin had somehow survived.
*****
Screw Geppu. Screw Bisen. Screw even Ipposhi. This was the easily the hardest opponent he had ever faced. Fuante was in trouble. Kyorei had
proven herself to be a fighter of unimaginable stamina and power. He was putting everything he had into this fight and still she showed no
signs of slowing down. On top of that, she had killed the announcer and promised to kill him, as well. He had to end this soon. But how? Just
like Ma'ang had warned him, every time he made contact with her flaming skin, he had could feel his skin being painfully singed. He couldnt'
keep this up. Suddenly, the metaphorical lightbulb went off in his head.
"Try this, Kyorei! JAKARU HI REVISED: ENERGY RIPPER!" He then thrust the two main fingers of each hand outwards at a 180-degree angle.
His aura then began to circle around him at break-neck speeds, sending strong bursts of wind into the crowd. They could only wonder what
was going on. As Kyorei watched in awe, she sudddenly noticed that her own aura was being painfully ripped away from her into the circle.
She screamed in agony, only to have her pain doubled as her aura and Fuante's came crashing back into her with the added power of centrifugal
force. She flew back, landing only three feet from the ring's edge.
The three that had created the shield jumped away to allow the attack to pass through, each landing on one of the now almost empty bleachers.
Kenji smirked. {Will these young ones ever cease to amaze me?} he wondered.
Fuante inwardly celebrated. His plan had worked. Not only had Kyorei been dealt a serious blow, but her deadly aura had dissapated, as well.
However, it was then that Fuante realized something. Something bad. Something that resulted from his aura being contaminated with Kyorei's.
He had lost the Dobu no Kami Ha.
Pain. Pain and intense hatred for the one who had caused it, the one who had ruined their attack. The demons were beyond pissed. They
wanted blood.
Kyorei staggered to her feet. Her breathing was ragged. "Let's play one more game... Shall we?" She had no aura left, but that didn't mean she
was out of tricks. Pressing her hand to her side, feeling blood she scowled. "Ring around the rosey... pockets full of posey... Ashes, ashes, we
all fall down..."
The next thing Funate knew, she was face to face with him. Her knee caught him in the stomach, then she was holding his face with her hands.
"You fought good. You managed to hurt us." Her eyes glowed even brighter, then she shivered as a dark wisp of smoke came from her lips. "It's
your turn for pain now." The dark wisp flew into his mouth, infecting Fuante with a taste of the same demons that had possessed Kyorei so
long ago. She drew back, knowing it was not to make him a host, but to kill him from the inside.
Fuante was in pain, to put it simply. Due to the choke hold that Kyorei had put him in, he couldn't breathe. On top of that, whatever she had
breathed into him was corrupting his aura, starting at his lower torso. In a few
minutes, he would be dead as the aura became incompatible with his body. He closed his eyes and waited for death to take him. {This is it. This
is the end of my life. I can't believe it went by so quickly.}
Just as he was to reach the pit of depression, he saw a bright light in his mind's eye. As the light grew closer and brighter, it split into two lights.
The one on the left formed into his father, one of the two greatest martial artists on the planet (the other being Kuh Lon, of course). His father
started to speak. "You must fight," was all he said before his form collapsed back into the ball of light, which then faded into nothingness.
{I can't.} Fuante mentally cried back at his father. {I don't have any power left. I've got nothing left.}
"That's not true," a familiar, feminine voice said. The second light formed into Ukyou Kuonji, his fiancee. "You have the power that you require.
You've been holding back a small corner of your power. You can do it. We all believe in you. Please, win this fight and come back to us. Come
back to me."
With that, the vision ended and Fuante opened his eyes. He then smiled. It was not a smile of contentment or one of confidence. It was a smile
of triumph. He had already won. As his smile broadened, his Perfect Dobu no Kami Ha sprang back to his life, removing the contamination
inside his body. With incredible ease, he pried Kyorei's hand off of his neck as if
she were a child holding onto his leg. Then, with equal ease, he threw her back ten feet with a flick of his wrist. Keeping his hand suspended in
the air, he spoke. "You have a choice, demons. Either you leave this girl's
body immediately, or I kill her, which will kill you as well. Don't think I am not capable of killing either. I have done it before and will not hesitate
to do it again if I fell it is necessary." He finished his warning by creating a glowing ball of white ki in his hand.
The demons, seeing that they had no choice, reluctantly left the body that had been theirs for so many years. Said body crumpled to the floor
unconscious. The demons, about to depart, turned and spoke to Fuante. "Fool," they said. "How do you intend to stop us from simply
repossessing this girl's body? You can't watch over her forever."
"I don't have to," he stated calmly, "because I'm going to kill you now." He then cupped his hands together and the ball of ki doubled in size.
"SHINSEI NA KYU!" A hot beam of white energy shot from his hands and hit the demons dead center. With a scream of rage, pain, and defeat,
they quickly faded in a burst of light and sound.
Fuante then fell, his body full of broken bones and low energy reserves. As the medics rushed to the fallen fighters, Fuante was announced the
victor. {Just one more fight to go.} he thought to himself before fainting.
*****
The medical facility of the tournament was a simple white room, with four tables for patients, and a fifth long table that held all sorts of
painful-looking tools. It was in this room that Fuante Kyojin awoke.
As his vision slowly came into focus, he could see four figures standing around him. He first recognized his best friend, Shinichi, at his
bed-side. He then, in turn, saw that Kenji, Mirsky, and the manager of the tournament were also there. He glanced to his left to find that Ma'ang
was standing next to a bandaged Kyorei, who was also lying on one of the tables.
The manager was the first to speak. "Son, after experiencing the death of one of our very own beloved employees, I'm afraid that the tournament
for this year has met an early end. However, I am proud to present to you this honorary medal, for your valor in saving both the people that
were here and the soul of the poor lady next to you." With that, he handed a golden medal to Kyojin.
Kyojin tried to take it, found that his right arm was in a cast, and took it in his left.
A smirk formed on Mirsky's face. "*Boy, I wish to train you,*" he said in Japanese. "*With the powers you displayed this afternoon, I'm sure
you could easily become the most powerful being in the universe in a matter of years. With my help, of course.*"
"*Don't trust him,*" Kenji added. "*He corrupts anything and everything he touches.*"
Fuante stared at the two martial arts masters hovering over his bed. Seeing as virtually every bone is his body was either broken, dislocated, or
sprained and he had dispensed enough energy to kill the average human, staring was pretty much all he could do. The Russian named Mirsky
had offered to train him and promised mastery of the martial arts. As he was considering this, another voice interrupted.
"I don't think he needs any training besides mine," Fuante's father, Shimitsu Kyojin said as he walked into the clinic. "He is getting perfectly
fine without your influence." As Shimitsu walked up to the bed, he looked over Kenji with a mysterious smirk. "Nice to see you again, Kenji."
"Likewise, Shimitsu." Kenji tried to return the smirk, but failed as he was still in shock from seeing Shimitsu. They continued to stare at each
other for a few seconds until Mirsky coughed.
The two broke out of their "trance" and Shimitsu spoke first. "Gentlemen, would you excuse us, please? I would like to be alone with my son for
a few minutes." Mirsky, Kenji, and the manager all nodded and began to leave.
"Kenji, wait." Kenji stopped and turned around. Shimitsu waited until the others had left. "Keep up your training. Our adventures together are
not over, not by a long shot." Seeing Kenji's puzzled look, Shimitsu continued. "Something is about to happen. There is going to be another
gathering of fighters. I can feel it. Trust me, you won't want to miss it. It will be a "magical" experience for us all." Kenji nodded and left, still
confused.
After Fuante had recovered, he left with his father and Shinichi to back home to their martial arts school in Hokkaido.
***EDITOR'S NOTES***
Yo. This's opaj, editor of this episode of "Budoka no Jinsei."
First off, I'd like to give special thanks to Nemesis, BIT, and Nabiki, without whom this would be a story entirely about my characters(as it
turned out, it was more about BIT's characters than anyone elses, it seems), which would have been a nightmare. I'd also like to give thanks to
Sensei, who taught me most of what I know about Japanese, and without whom Kenji Nakamura would most likely be named something weird,
like Nekohito Tsuyoi.
Next episode is being hosted by Nemesis, and we're going to get a little blast from the future. A few more authors are going to be thrown into
the mix, as well.
The characters Nicole Peters, Kenji Nakamura, Luke Masterson, Mirsky, Tiger, Bisen and Ipposhi were created by opaj.
The characters Robin the Ravenclaw, Bethica, Peter Thanes, Orion Senoj and that messy robe were created by Nemesis.
The characters Fuante Kyojin, Shinichi Mamono, Chouchou Shison and Shimitsu Kyojin were created by Spam_BIT.
The characters Kyorei and Ma'ang the Red were created by Nabiki.
The characters Ukyou Kuonji and Kuh Lon were created by Rumiko Takahashi.
All the other characters that did anything really aren't worth mentioning, and will probably never make another appearance in this series.
On to Episode 2: Beyond Redemption
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