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My laptop’s in the shop, so I’m posting chapter chunks wholesale in the meantime.

The rest of the chapters of my Rurouni Kenshin fan fiction are available here. Enjoy.

Back at the exterior facade of the Minakata moneychanger office building…

Three things happened within the span of five seconds.

Five long seconds that seemingly went into slow motion for all those concerned.

As Kai Hidaka of the Fuuma Ninja forcefully pulled at the speared Satoru Sakaguchi, he intended to either use him as an anchor to leap away from the attacking Kinta Minakata or as a meat shield if the lieutenant got dragged towards him instead.

Lieutenant Sakaguchi, thinking quickly, opted to allow Hidaka to pull at him instead to prevent his escape from Kinta.

The policeman charged and went into iaijutsu position, intending to attack the rope-slinging brigand rather than be used as a pawn or collateral damage against Minakata.

Kinta now had no choice but to halt his momentum to prevent him from slashing both Satoru and Kai apart with the Mangetsu O Tsuku Nari (Full Moon Slash).

That was the leeway Kai was searching for as he timed a jump at the last second before Lieutenant Sakaguchi released his blade for a Half Moon Slash, his saber clashing against Minakata’s Akatsuki sword at the location where Hidaka was a split second earlier.

By the time the Fuuma Clan Ninja reached the apex of his jump, he’d twisted and wrapped his body around a rope spear he’d shot into the ground below him. Then he twisted towards the other direction, releasing all the potential energy he’d stored from coiling himself up like a mummy.

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Rurouni Yahiko

A Rurouni Kenshin Continuation Fan Fiction Story by Chester Castañeda

The Brigands are closing in on their Minakata V.I.P. targets. Can Yahiko and the Sakaguchis do anything against them?

Disclaimer:All characters used in this fanfic (save some others) are the rightful property of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Shueisha, Shonen Jump, Viz, Sony Studios, Fuji TV, Studio Gallup, Studio Deen, and ADV. This disclaimer also covers all the other copyrighted materials that are far too many to mention here. Don’t sue me please, I’m very poor.

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Chapter 57: The Chinese Parade

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He twirled like a top that’d been released after being wrapped-up in rope, intending to kill two birds with one stone with the whirling dervish that was him and his dual-wielded blades.

Only for Minakata to shift his weight on his lead foot to pivot and avoid Satoru altogether. His back foot then turned into his lead foot after doing his pivot, giving him leverage for the last few supersonic strikes of the Tsunami.

From there, he moved past Lieutenant Sakaguchi and charged at the spinning Kai, barely losing any of his momentum. He then adjusted the trajectory of his sword to slash at Kai’s revolving blades without missing a beat.

‘Kinta-kun…!’ thought Satoru, who himself turned to face the Mimawarigumi Battousai clashing blades with the Brigand’s resident ninja.

Kai scowled. Dammit. The Kagemusha did it again. He found a way.

Hidaka used the recoil from his blades clashing hard against Kinta’s Full Moon Slash to rebound back to the sky to avoid the Blue Moon Slash he knew was coming.

He then pirouetted his body to land behind Satoru, using him as his human shield against Kinta like he had originally intended.

“DIE, SEIRYU CLAN!” Kai cried out, which surprised both Kinta and Satoru.

'Seiryu Clan, huh?’ they thought in unison.

Hmmm. They were the Seiryu Clan, weren’t they? Both of them knew the Brigand Guild member had a point. It had a nice ring to it too.

This clan was indeed the partnership between a high-ranked hatamoto samurai who only answered to the daimyo and low-ranked subordinate samurai under them.

Kai Hidaka had intended for Minakata to use up the last of his stamina to make himself easy pickings for himself or by Kinta’s half-brother Lucas Grant, the man who proposed that their guild take this dangerous mission in the first place.

A mission close to Lucas’s heart. For the Prodigal Son, this time it was personal. Perhaps for Kai, it was a personal mission as well.

Hidaka then noticed that Satoru fell into the infamous Waning Stance. The defensive stance of Musou Madden Ryu.

As usual. How typical of Lieutenant Satoru Sakaguchi. The sidekick of Kinta. The Kagemusha of the Kagemusha.

An ordinary police officer stuck into extraordinary circumstances that somehow ended up with a wife and daughter to boot.

Or an about-to-be widow and her daughter, at any rate.

Hidaka knew that the Waning Stance was simply the Waxing Stance seen from behind.

Attacks happened much slower from the Waning Stance because the point of release happened from the front of the quick-draw swordsman and had to loop around to his back at the resulting follow-through.

This defensive stance hid the trajectory of the sword, allowing for a 360-degree quick-draw slash that depended more on timing than speed to work.

Regardless, Kai almost stabbed through Satoru in order to get to Kinta and injure him or at least distract him enough to the point of making a mistake.

Well, almost.

***

A banker, a ninja, and a samurai all gather at the front porch of the Minakata moneychanger building, only for thick wooden doors to burst open long after they had closed them, as though demanding they come back inside.

No, that wasn’t the start of a joke. However, the ridiculous circumstances did push them to the brink of hilarity in the point of view of situational irony.

Thusly, none of them understood the resulting punch line.

The jaws of Yahiko Myojin, Kaita of the Sanada Ninja Clan, and Tatsuya Minakata figuratively dropped on the floor at the sight before them. A sight to cause sore eyes on the part of Tatsuya, for sure.

Despite their best efforts, The Faceless—also known as Seth Merrick, John Rathbone, or even Fabian La Cerca—had breached through the defenses of the Sanada Ninja that ran interference for them, driving the bloody bat-themed spy through the door with a rapier stab.

Like Hajime Saito would with his fearsome Gatotsu stabbing technique.

“Baku!” said Kaita, serving as the first time Yahiko heard the invisible ninja raise his voice. The master of camouflage seemed more like the quiet type, so the shout surprised the Tokyo Samurai Descendant a tiny bit.

Wide-eyed, Yahiko witnessed the bat-themed ninja screech and holler a war cry, a haunting noise which made him realize the inhuman screams he heard from before was actually the shadow warrior all along.

Aloud, the teenaged samurai said to Kaita, “The ninja uses screams to mess with his target somehow, right? Like maybe burst his eardrum or give him vertigo?”

He based this on his experience with Kenshin Himura fighting Enishi Yukishiro. Kenshin defeated Enishi’s “Nerves of Insanity” by supersonic sheathing of his sword that burst the wattoujutsu expert’s eardrum with a high-pitched sound.

From behind Yahiko, Kaita said, “You’re on the right track. Baku’s screams disrupts a swordsman’s ability to read kenki (swordsman presence) and sakki(bloodlust) by using infrasound vibrations.”

Indeed, Yahiko couldn’t clearly get a read on the intentions of Baku even from that distance, his bloodlust and swordsman presence masked with distracting supersonic sound.

Like how the Kekkai no Mori (SealingForest) sealed away Kenshin’s ability to detect bloodlust by the strange magnetic field surrounding it when he faced off against the Yaminobu.

Kaita frowned, his kunai at the ready. Originally, Baku used his shrieks in order to strike fear in his targets and echolocate them from a distance or even in pitch-black darkness like bats would.

Baku trained for years to turn his screams into kenki disruptors, getting him on equal footing with the likes of the sharpshooter ninja Zan.

“However, the foreigner’s swordsmanship style probably doesn’t sense bloodlust the way Japanese swordsmen do, so Baku instead used his infrasound screams to disrupt his rhythm.”

However, the steadfast ninja

“A shadow dares defeat me?”

“The only shadow allowed to defeat me is the Kagemusha.”

“I found a horseman!” said Kaita, who popped out of nowhere with a previously escaping driver of the Minakatas whom he held at kunai-point (or ku-knife-point, as Gan would say).

“I found one of your horses!” said Yahiko, who held the reins of the beast of burden, pulling him back to the stables. Thankfully, this stallion wasn’t too spooked or wild.

“There’s a horse-drawn carriage here that hasn’t been sabotaged or had its wheel axels removed!” confirmed Tatsuya Minakata, who was sweating bullets at this point. “Perfect! Let’s go! I don’t want to spend another minute at this hellhole!”

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Hidaka had anticipated the Full Moon Slash from the Waning Stance from the police officer, so he stabbed Satoru instead of slashed him since that was a quicker attack.

However, Kai merely clipped the turning back of the policeman in order to avoid a dual exchange. As expected, contact with the ninja’s blade made Satoru move like a booby trap that had been tripped.

The acrobatic Fuuma ninja sidestepped the resulting slash by reflex as soon as he saw the glinting blade appear in the moonlight, figuring out its trajectory by sight.

Hidaka then attacked with another lunging stab, knowing full well that Satoru was no Kinta and wasn’t capable of the Blue Moon Slash (or Double Full Moon Slash).

The shadow warrior now had leverage against Kinta and his supersonic slashes while also buying himself time until Lucas arrived.

'What…?! Impossible!’ thought Hidaka, who almost got bisected into halves with a Full Moon Slash.

A Double Full Moon Slash? A Blue Moon Slash?! The mere copper was capable of this advanced technique?!

Unbeknownst to him though, Satoru had one more trick up his sleeve.

Instead of doing the Full Moon Slash twice, Satoru instead did the Waning Gibbous Moon Slash, allowing him a slightly faster recovery time than the much harder to execute Blue Moon Slash.

Even though Satoru could not do a Blue Moon Slash like Kinta could, he could fake the technique by instead doing a Waning Gibbous Slash that resembled a Full Moon Slash, allowing him a quick follow through of a real Full Moon Slash soon after.

Thus, the opening that the Fuuma ninja thought was there got him slashed apart instead with an actual Full Moon Slash.

Such was the power of the SuigetsuO Tsuku Nari (Illusion Moon Slash). Like the reflection of the moon on the water, Satoru fooled Kai into thinking his Waning Gibbous Moon Slash and Full Moon Slash combo was the Blue Moon Slash.

It took advantage of the fact that the preparatory motion for all the slashes of Musou Madden Ryu remained the same until release.

Hidaka fell for the Illusion Moon Slash hook, line, and sinker.

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Lucas then said, “Don’t make my life difficult and I won’t make your life short.”

“It kind of irritates me that you’re as good as you are despite being given everything in the world,” confessed Lucas.

They clashed swords again. The Akatsuki held true, but it could not stave off the longer reach and thicker steel of Lucas’s bastard sword.

“I didn’t know what to expect. A spoiled little rich boy, maybe? Someone who has no idea how cruel the world can be. But you’re something else, Big Brother.”

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In the middle of Chinatown…

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To Be Continued…

Beware of those Chinese parades, man. They’re a riot.

As a by-the-way, Lucas Grant’s first name is taken from George Lucas, who famously created the Star Wars franchise that started with a movie about an orphan forced to fight a relative in the backdrop of an intergalactic war.

Also, thusly, Lucas is using Form IV (Ataru) of Lightsaber Combat when fighting against his half-brother’s more precise and rigid iaijutsu reminiscent of Form II (Makashi) of Lightsaber Combat.

Danke,
Abdiel

“I have achieved my goal, but what next? Victory is just a bright flash, leaving sadness and emptiness behind.” – Doraku Akatsuki

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Ren (Serpentor), Zan (Bulls Eye), and Baku (Banshee Batman) (Sanada Ninjas)

Three Sanada Demons

Baku sound emissions and communicates to bats. (Produce Vibrations with Screaming). It messes with the senses of a swordsman, making him miss and limit his moves to long-range ones.

Humans can only hear sound waves between 20 and 20,000 Hz, but sound waves can still affect us below that threshold. If you sit in front of a subwoofer with the frequency at 19 Hz, even with the volume turned up to 100 dB, you won’t hear anything — but you’ll feel the vibrations.

In fact, at 19 Hz, your eyes start to go all wonky because that happens to be the resonant frequency of the human eyeball. If you’re exposed to 177 dB sound waves at 0.5 to 8 Hz, it can start messing with your lungs, making your breathing erratic and literally shaking your bones around. Short-term exposure can damage your joints, but the effects of chronic exposure can include nausea and visual impairment [source: Horowitz].

Ren Snake Whips. (Produce Vibrations with Whips and Whiplash). Whipcracking is the act of producing a cracking sound through the use of a whip. Used during livestock driving and horse riding, it has also become an art. A rhythmic whipcracking belongs to the traditional culture among various Germanic peoples of Bavaria (Goaßlschnalzen), various Alpine areas (Aperschnalzen), Austria, and Hungary (Ostorozás).

He can crack the whip strong enough to neutralize the Dou Ryu Sen.

Zan with the War Tuning Fork. (Uses Vibrations like sonar to Accurately Aim and Shoot). He is able to use almost any object as a lethal projectile, be it weapons like shuriken and sai or seemingly harmless objects like playing cards and pencils. His marksmanship is uncanny, at a nearly supernatural level.

The European Space Agency (ESA) claims that if you somehow got accidentally locked inside their Large European Acoustic Facility (LEAF) for testing the acoustic resiliency of their satellites, you wouldn’t survive the sonic onslaught.

A key factor here is that you’d be in an enclosed space. Outside, sound waves disperse and dissipate too quickly to reach lethal levels. That hasn’t stopped researchers from investigating the use of sound as a weapon. It’s been calculated, for instance, that it would require 240 dB to make a human head explode.

That’s a whole lot of decibels. It would be next to impossible to generate this level of noise. Even when the ESA’s LEAF cranks its sound up to peak intensity, it’s only putting out around 154 dB [source: ESA].

He then turned into Conde (Count) Fabian La Cerca. The Spanish count who shared names with his adoptive daughter, Abelia Le Cerca.

This personality of The Faceless knew not of fencing but instead of Spanish swordsmanship with a rapier and dagger. Or espada y daga (sword and dagger).

• baku defeated     by the faceless and ren defeated by lucas (2,500)
• ren holding     his own against hidaka then helps baku (2,500)

• Kinta     vs.  Ren and Zan and Satoru vs. Kai Hidaka (2,500)

• Zan     and Baku vs. The Faceless (2,500)

• Yahiko and Kaita vs. The Faceless     (Rescued by Sanbaka) (2,500)

Yahiko Myojin remembered the first time Yutaro “Cat Eyes” Tsukayama came back to the Kamiya Dojo.

Yutaro was supposed to be injured by his traitorous “master”, Raijuta Isurugi. He went overseas for treatment, which enabled him to regain use of his right arm for the most part but he still went “southpaw” or left handed during sparring matches.

Yes, that was right. Mr. Tsukayama had decided to still practice kendo instead of retire. Inspired by this, Mr. Myojin promised to give his rival the match of his life, showing off his past battle experiences.

When they had their first sparring match in years, Yahiko expected to blow the one-armed Yutaro out of the water, only for Yutaro, with a one-handed handicap, end up making the fight close.

The goddamn magnificent bastard really was a kendo prodigy. Yutaro made Yahiko second guess his shots and miss his attacks from the Jodan-no-Kamae (Earth Stance).

Feeling indignant by these turn of events since he went through so much more than him after they last met, Yahiko dug deep into his soul in order to summon his past battle experiences into the match point blow that literally blasted Tsukayama’s helmet off of his head.

He rocked his socks off and then some.

However, to Myojin’s annoyance, he had to do his best against the one-armed student.

Not only did he remember what little kendo instruction he got from Kaoru Kamiya. He expanded his knowledge somehow when he went overseas to get his arm treated.

He did not waste his time while undergoing treatment and rehabilitation for his nerve-damaged right arm that Raijuta had nearly lopped off.

The cunning “Cat Eyes” somehow added western martial arts and weapon techniques to his solid kendo arsenal, somehow merging east and west together to form a truly unique repertoire.

It took some time for Yahiko to figure out how Yutaro bested him half of the time, but he eventually realized that Cat Eyes was using  mind games and what was known as the “Tactical Wheel” to outsmart him at every other match.

It was from this flashback that Yahiko figured out what this Brigands Guild member’s sword techniques reminded him of.

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Rurouni Yahiko

A Rurouni Kenshin Continuation Fan Fiction Story by Chester Castañeda

The Swallow Return makes an appearance after Kinta is pushed into a corner.

Disclaimer:All characters used in this fanfic (save some others) are the rightful property of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Shueisha, Shonen Jump, Viz, Sony Studios, Fuji TV, Studio Gallup, Studio Deen, and ADV. This disclaimer also covers all the other copyrighted material that are far too many to mention here. Don’t sue me please, I’m very poor.

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Chapter 58: Déjà Vu

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Many years ago, during dinner with Kinta’s late grandfather, Toshiro Minakata…

Both Toshiro and Kinta Minakata ate in silence at the long western-style high table in contrast to the smaller traditional family table of the Japanese.

The strict Toshiro was a vanguard among samurai. Realizing that the samurai after the Sengoku Era and during the Tokugawa Shogunate Era were essentially soldiers without a war to wage, he tried his hand at business and trade.

He worked to make the Minakata coffers and fortune grow even as many impoverished samurai ended up seeing the merchant class rise and become more powerful during this period of peace.

Toshiro really was ahead of the curve, even though he was cut-throat enough to resell the confiscated black market opium of Wokou pirates to his fellow Japanese citizens or export them back to China.

He found ways to thrive in both wartime or peacetime. Like a rat or a cockroach. Crafty as a fox, he was.

“I’ve heard you’ve been picked for the Mimawarigumi,” probed Toshiro.

“Yes, Grandfather,” answered a young Kinta.

“How are your studies?”

“There are no issues.”

“That’s fine. Keep doing both like you used to.”

“Being well-versed in letters and arms, a man from the Minakata Family must excel in all fields. My eldest and your uncle, Tatsuya, became a banker. My second child, Kaneda, became a lawyer. Your mother, the youngest…”

Toshiro trailed off while Kinta stared at him, unblinking. Pretending he didn’t notice his grandfather’s pause.

“Remember, the strongest of people are born from the strongest of adversities,” his grandfather said with such confidence, Kinta knew that he was speaking from experience.

Whether it was him taking on Wokou pirates in the China Sea or dealing with local Tokugawa Era politics like he was Julius Caesar amidst the Roman senate.

He did everything he could to keep himself from swimming in the middle of a sea of daggers and his own blood, whether in the hands of criminals or politicians.

Toshiro continued. “Bring honor back to the Minakata Family. Honor both your father and your mother. Erase any stains the name might have by excelling in what you do. Prove yourself to be a worthy heir of the name and the fortune of the Minakata Family, Grandson.”

“I will, Grandfather.”

As far as the Minakatas were concerned, winning was everything. The world was composed of winners and everyone else.

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Rurouni Yahiko

A Rurouni Kenshin Continuation Fan Fiction Story by Chester Castañeda

The Swallow Return makes an appearance after Kinta is pushed into a corner.

Disclaimer:All characters used in this fanfic (save some others) are the rightful property of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Shueisha, Shonen Jump, Viz, Sony Studios, Fuji TV, Studio Gallup, Studio Deen, and ADV. This disclaimer also covers all the other copyrighted material that are far too many to mention here. Don’t sue me please, I’m very poor.

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Chapter XX: The Swallow Return

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Back inside the memories that Kinta Minakata had of his grandfather Toshiro Minakata…

Kinta’s grandfather told him long ago the following.

“The world is a tough, unforgiving place, Kinta. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. In an eye blink, a king can become a pauper and a pauper can become a king. Those who survive the most consistently in a merciless world that’s always changing are those that are adaptable. Today, we eat like royalty. But tomorrow, what if the bakufu were to lose power? What would happen to the hatamoto class?”

Kinta answered, “We would become nothing.”

Toshiro nodded. “Yes. That’s why I’m building our family fortunes. So that the Minakatas can survive the dawn of a new century or even a new millennium. If tomorrow, samurai ceased to exist and all our political connections became moot, our wealth will keep us afloat. Always remember to keep moving forward and changing with the times, grandson.”

In order to remain on the top of the food chain and survive, one must win. Always win in everything they did.

In their world, the winner was acknowledged and the loser was disavowed. The clan of defeated ochimusha (defeated samurai during the Sengoku Era considered as low class citizens) that stole away the Minakata name and valor knew as much.

To the ears of any member of the Minakata Clan, what Kinta’s grandfather Toshiro was implying was crystal clear.

His orders were to erase the shameful actions of Kinta’s shameless mother by becoming a standout among the Mimawarigumi ranks.

Just like how their ochimusha ancestors became hatamoto retainers to the Tokugawa Shogunate, so too should Kinta remove from memory the embarrassment of having an adulteress for a mother and a cuckold for a father.

Winning was the only thing that mattered.

Kinta simply had to win. That was all he needed to do.

Because he was victorious over all, he deserved to win.

“Keep on winning, Kinta. Keep on winning because you’re a Minakata. And Minakatas are born winners, through hell or high water. Even despite of fate itself conspiring against us,” his grandfather would always say.

There was nothing more important than winning at all costs. This was how the Minakatas survived through centuries. Millennia. Ages.

This was how Kinta earned his place at the Minakata table despite his uncles despising him, his father committing suicide, and his mother bringing shame to the name.

He looked at the pristine chinaware where he ate foreign food like Salisbury steak.

If it were broken, it’d be thrown away.

A plate could never be restored once it had a crack. But if it was still usable, what you had would suffice.

Besides which, winning was the liquid gold that helped glue together even broken pottery or ceramics, thus making it whole and beautiful again in its own right.

That was the art of Kintsukuroi (Gold Repair), after all.

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In temperature-controlled storage, microfiche lasts up to 500 years.

John Benjamin Dancer, an optician by trade and inventor by hobby, began producing microphotographs in England in 1839. He was able to realize a 160:1 reduction ratio, but he viewed his own work as nothing more than a novelty.

The microfilming process was standardized and patented in 1859 by French optician René Dagron.

One of the first practical uses of microphotography involved carrier pigeons. In the 1870s during the Franco-Prussian War, Dagron created microphotographs of official documents and private messages and sent them across enemy lines to Paris in small tubes affixed to a pigeon’s wing.

While Dagron’s microfilmed messages were viewed with a rudimentary 19th-century projector (a “magic lantern”), there are now specialized machines called microfiche readers. Also called microform readers, these devices magnify and project microform images on a screen for the user to view. Most microfiche readers allow the user to adjust the zoom, change the focus, and rotate the images. Some readers also have printing capability.

Most fighters maintain a steady rhythm when they fought. This meant moving in a certain cadence or tempo. If a swordsman remained in-sync with his opponent, it’d be difficult to land attacks because his offensive movements can be easily tracked by the defensive movements of the opponent.

Yahiko realized that John Rathbone controlled the rhythm of the fight. Or rather, he had broken rhythm. This kept Myojin from timing a counterattack or avoiding his attacks even with his own trump card, the Hadome-Hawatari, keeping him from getting skewered like a pig.

Nippon, Shogun, Fujiyama, Geisha. Do you want to get it on?

To know more about the Sanada Demons (yes, they’re canon in the anime fillers, but not in the manga), just click here. They have pages for Ren,Zan, and Baku.

The rest of the chapters of my Rurouni Kenshin fan fiction are available here. Enjoy.

Back inside the moneychanger affiliate offices of the Minakatas…

The Faceless was able to fence and stab his way out of the small room where he couldn’t kill that one samurai boy and his one sword-catching move. Hadome (Sword Halt), was it?

How exciting! He’d heard of samurai catching blades by their bare hands before, but he thought it was all hype and myth. Until now.

He couldn’t wait to face off against that boy. ‘However, first thing’s first.’

The Faceless’s duelist personality or disguise—John Rathbone—had specifically been parrying and thrusting with his trusty rapier against a trio of surprisingly strong ninjas.

Ah yes. Ninjas. Shinobi. The Japanese version of government spies or secret agents.

Even in an era where war was waged with guns, rifles, trenches, and bombs, spies and intelligence gatherers remain the most important weapon.

Especially all these shinobi before him who could fight in the most underhanded of ways.

The ogre, the snake, and the bat.

He couldn’t quite explain it but somehow, the bat ninja handled him in close quarters with his distracting screams, the snake ninja whipped him from constant whip cracks from long range, and the ogre stabbed at him from afar with frightening accuracy using his war fork.

They intended to push him into a corner and triple team him from there.

The Faceless chuckled. As if.

“Was sort of gutless kenjutsssu(ssswordsmanship) is thisss? You’re doing more running away than ssstriking! Fight like a man, coward!” said the lispy snake man ninja of the swordsmanship bible’s impenetrable defense and elusive movement.

“This isn’t kenjutsu. This is fencing,” calmly explained Rathbone to the most violent and rambunctious ninja of the trio. “And this is a rapier. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. Far better than a brittle katana.”

He’d been through tougher battles than this. He survived entire wars and even accomplished more dangerous political assassinations that paid even more handsomely than this grudge his protégé had over the family that abandoned him.

More than a king’s ransom (because he was paid for a king’s head instead).

However, using his Tactical Wheel and his mind games, he was able to push them away and exit the room in order to pursue the escaping Minakatas.

Maybe even kill that other shadow ninja he faced off in the Minakata’s East-West Fusion Mansion. Or kill the blade catcher samurai boy.

He was especially dangerous when he combined forces with either Kai Hidaka or Lucas Grant, which he supposed was what they were intending to prevent in the first place.

The pile of rubble and debris where Luke had been buried into then stirred.

The Prodigal Son was awake.

“Dammit. I’ll be back,” said Ren the snake ninja, who ran back in the room to deal with the strong, tall half-blooded swordsman with the bastard sword. “Take care of the gaijin for me!”

“Why is there only two of you now?” The Faceless mocked in fluent Japanese, knowing exactly why one of them had to leave. “I miss the other guy. Bring him back.”

It was because the Prodigal Son was on the prowl, the Sanyoukai (Three Demons) of the Sanada Ninja Clan had to split off to prevent Lucas and Rathbone from joining forces and becoming more of a problem. They could even fight along with Kai Hidaka for good measure.

Kinta Minakata could handle either The Faceless or Grant alone. However, even he—the Kagemusha (Shadow Warrior) and the Mimawarigumi Battousai—would be pushed into the corner himself when facing two or more Brigand Guild members at the same time.

“Are you sure you can take me on with only two of you? You need all three just to keep up,” needled Rathbone further, who could now pick apart the occasional stabs and strikes from long distance that the ogre ninja did now that the snake ninja didn’t put the pressure on with his constant whipping.

“Do we now?” said Zan the oni(ogre) ninja with the red ogre mask and war fork. “You sound full of yourself for a gaijin(outsider) piece of shit. If you truly can take us on, I better see it first with my own eyes. Don’t just tell us about it.”

Instead of echoing Zan’s retort, Baku the bat ninja merely screamed what John could only describe as a banshee’s wail at his face, distracting him enough to nearly lose his rapier from the hard parry he had to do against Zan’s twin-pronged war fork.

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Rurouni Yahiko

A Rurouni Kenshin Continuation Fan Fiction Story by Chester Castañeda

The foreign invaders of the Brigands Guild discover that it’s not so easy dealing with the persistent warriors of Japan, particularly their noble samurais and their backstabbing ninjas.

Disclaimer:All characters used in this fanfic (save some others) are the rightful property of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Shueisha, Shonen Jump, Viz, Sony Studios, Fuji TV, Studio Gallup, Studio Deen, and ADV. This disclaimer also covers all the other copyrighted material that are far too many to mention here. Don’t sue me please, I’m very poor.

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Chapter 56: The Sanada Demons

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At the gates of the Minakata affiliate office…

Yahiko Myojin and Kaita served as Tatsuya Minakata’s escorts, only for them to find out that the nearby stables had all their horses released and all the carriage drivers missing. Maybe even dead.

Dammit. Now what? Were they supposed to escape Chinatown on foot?

Whoever the Brigands Guild were, they really had it in for the Minakatas. Wait, what was he even thinking?

'Of course they have it in for them. Their leader or whoever is the bastard child they disowned and threw away along with his mother,’ though Yahiko, berating himself.

This Takuto Minakata or Lucas Grant character kind of reminded him of himself.

Yahiko wasn’t abandoned by his family or anything, but it certainly felt like the world abandoned them instead during the Bakumatsu.

Regardless, so many people were dying to save two of the V.I.P.s they were supposed to protect. Was this even worth it?

Kaita reappeared behind them and said, “It might be best for us to stay in the office after all.”

“What are you talking about, Shorty?” asked Myojin.

“Yes. Why in Buddha’s fat ass should I stay here where the assassins are?” demanded Tatsuya. “Let me out.”

Kaita sighed. “There might be more of them outside and you’re safer here because we have the Sanada Demons on guard.”

“D-Demons? Are you out of your mind, you costumed freak?!” shouted Tatsuya. “This isn’t the Edo Period! Spare me this talk of superstition and ninja lore! Get me the police and have those murderers arrested!”

This gave Yahiko pause. Wasn’t Kaita one of the Minakatas’ trusted ninjas? Why was he resistant to his advice? Why didn’t he know about the Sanada Ninja Clan’s Sanyoukai?

***

Meanwhile, while Ren kept the Prodigal Son at bay inside that room next to the main office…

Luke’s body was already in rough shape before he got whipped and scourged like a criminal or a slave by the boa constrictor taxidermy whips of the creepy snake ninja.

It only got worse when he again went one-on-one and face-to-face with the snake shinobi.

Grant laughed. This guy again. He was a shinobi, wasn’t he? What an annoying prick.

“For a snake-themed ninja, I’m surprised you don’t use poison in your arsenal,” Lucas said in remembrance of his fellow Brigands Guild member Cain Merrick.

“Are you a child? Just because I’m a sssnake ninja, it doesn’t mean I use sssnake venom like some sort of coward!” scoffed Ren, getting angrier and angrier.

The Prodigal Son didn’t know how to retort to that, mainly in light of how cowardly he though Cain was for using poisons, venoms, and toxins as his main means of fighting. He was every bit as underhanded as these ninjas.

Regardless, Ren kept whipping Lucas from afar and every time he got near, he used thattechnique again. A ranged attack that struck the ground that sent earthen debris with knockout force.

Grant managed to stab Ren once with his longsword, only for it to get deflected by the thick snakeskin hide of his leather armor. It was like trying to stab a helix of coiled snakes.

How did the snake man keep doing it? Wait.  It was like an extra-large whip crack. A whip produced the cracking noise whenever it traveled faster than the speed of sound.

The snake ninja combined his bullwhips (or snake whips) together to create twin whip cracks strong enough and fast enough to break the sound barrier and create a blast of air powerful enough to tear through the ground.

Essentially, Ren whipped his twin weapons together with resonating shockwaves from extra large whip cracks that their resulting combined air vibrations exploded like a peal of lightning that blasted through the ground.

Moreover, his snake armor probably kept him from tearing himself apart with his own whips and help him survive the bone-crushing force of his induced earth-shattering vibrations.

Impressive. The snake man’s fighting technique was more straightforward than most ninjas he’d heard about, who were infamous for their dirty tactics.

Regardless, Lucas grabbed hold of his bastard sword (or one-and-half-hand sword) and started parrying the cracking whips away with strong one-handed swings so that he wouldn’t get further ripped apart by them with its flesh-cutting slashes.

He then crossed his arms together and braced himself for the reverberation of air that tore through the floorboards and walls like consecutive exploding landmines. Or the dust storm version of a tidal wave. One after another.

'What a tough opponent,’ thought Lucas. 'I thought murdering the Minakatas was going to be a cakewalk, but my brother found himself some decent shinobi for me to play around with. Thanks, Kagemusha.’

Lucas thusly split the shockwave in half by slicing his bastard sword into the floor so fast he also broke the sound barrier himself, thus neutralizing the attack with his own sonic boom.

“What the hell…?” yelped Ren. “SSStupid gaijin. Learn to accept a lossss and die!”

Lucas attempted to chop instead of stab the thick armor with his bastard sword, only for Ren to wrap himself in his snake whips, thus shielding him from the cutting power of the high-grade steel.

'Dammit,’ thought Grant, his sword again bouncing off the snake ninja. 'He’s devious like all the rest of the ninjas after all.’

The smirking Ren then jumped, twisting his body to unwind the whips around him. This resulted in a spiral of whip strikes that assaulted Lucas like a razor-sharp cyclone.

Lucas bathed in his own blood from the whiplashes. However, proving himself more cold-blooded than the dead reptiles Ren used for weapons, he managed to wrap one of the snake whips around his arm.

The way Ren fought reminded him of the way Kai Hidaka fought. 'You’ve seen one ninja, you’ve seen them all.’

He then pulled hard at Ren’s whip, intending to catch him flat-footed so that he could chop him in half.

However, Ren stopped resisting and allowed himself to get pulled intentionally. He did a flying headbutt on the gaijin’s noggin, who didn’t expect the sudden release that snapped the whip back to him like a rubber band.

“Don’t you dare underestimate Japanese ninjutsu, you gaijin piece of shit!” shouted Ren. He had the upper hand now! He’d become a hero of the clan for taking out this monster!

***

As for the double team of Baku and Zan against The Faceless…

These underhanded Japanese spies were up to something.

A little while ago, John Rathbone still feinted, countered, and landed with regularity against the Sanada Demons while he himself used his footwork to slip, parry, block, and outright evade their own attacks from high and low.

He kept making them second-guess his next move in the Tactical Wheel of Simple Attack, Parry and Riposte, Compound Attack, and Counter Attack.

However, the three also kept intercepting the riposte thrusts and counter slashes of his rapier to save each other. Whenever he zeroed in on one of them, the other two either blocked or countered themselves.

Now there were only two of them, which meant he could pressure them further to move back, allowing him to attack the Minakatas and fulfill his mission. The lack of a third man cut their offensive power by a third.

However, something strange happened.

His attacks kept missing. Every thrust and slash from various angles somehow missed or wasn’t timed to hit its target.

It didn’t help that his normally 20/20 vision blurred from time to time, like some sort of haze came over it.

His attacks missed before because of how fast both Zan and Baku reacted to his stabs even though he kept breaking his rhythm to keep them guessing when he was going to attack with his Beat Parry Riposte.

Rathbone did notice how Zan kept banging his war fork unto the ground in order to make it vibrate like a tuning fork. Did this help the ninja dodge his fencing attacks better?

But he already getting their timing down pat the longer they fought, thus allowing him to counter them as they charged, which made it harder for them to evade or sidestep.

Only for him to start missing during those vulnerable moments as well. His timing was off somehow.

His breathing also became more erratic even though he hadn’t exactly burned out his stamina yet. He hadn’t even broken a sweat, but he had trouble taking breaths.

He glared at the twin ninja demons. “What did you do to me?!”

“I was worried for a minute there,” said Zan to Baku. “The gaijin has no concept of sakki (bloodlust) and how to read it, so I was worried for a minute there that his swordsmanship could deal with your high-pitched sound technique.”

Baku chuckled. “Even if he can’t detect bloodlust, his moves are all rhythm-based. Break his rhythm and his so-called fencing will end up like trash.”

What did they mean by that? What was going on? They were doing something to him, but he didn’t quite know what. Did they poison him or something?

No, wait. It was the bat ninja and his screams that were doing this to him! Whatever thiswas.

Baku kept distracting John with his high-pitched screeching. Or so the duelist thought. 'So it wasn’t just a distraction…?’

Something about those sounds he produced was making him miss his Simple Attacks or Compound Attacks (attacks with feints or switching a missed attack to a parry or a different attack).

“Just a little more,” said Baku to Zan. “He’s on his way to self-destructing. Finish him off as soon as he makes a mistake.”

Zan harrumphed. 'Easier said than done.’

Despite the fencer’s exposure to Baku’s screams that messed with his body in various indescribable ways, he kept following up his misses with ripostes in fluid succession, like he meant to miss to draw them out to another counterattack.

His misses also became hits, which forced the ninja sharpshooter with the war fork to hesitate and not overextend himself for a possible counterstrike.

'So this is western kenjutsu,’ thought the sharpshooter ninja with a long-range weapon like Satsuki Sakaguchi. ’Fencing, was it? It’s a legitimate bujutsu (martial art) in its own right.’

Rathbone frowned as a missed slash caused deeper and deeper cuts to appear on his body. They weren’t yet lacerations, but he was missing more and more badly.

He could not afford having his ripostes or even his parries miss like this.

This was why he hated facing off against sneaky ninjas like Kai Hidaka.

***

Back to Ren versus Lucas…

Lucas reeled, his head throbbing with a splitting headache. 'Another sneak attack! Damn the Japanese…!’

Another snake whip sonic boom hit Grant like an earth-shattering landslide. Or even an avalanche.  However, he noticed that the repeated vibrations mostly traveled through the ground rather than in the air.

Predictably on the ground. Ren probably aimed his resonating whip vibrations directly back to earth for maximum impact, like the difference between a bomb and a shrapnel bomb.

The sonic boom shockwave probably traveled a shorter distance in the air compared to the path of destruction it left on the ground, the concussive force turning everything in its path into a landslide full of sharp rock shards.

Therefore, attacking in the air made more sense than attacking on the ground.

Lucas grabbed his bastard sword with both hands and leaped into the sky, gliding towards Ren while the shockwave harmlessly traveled below him.

The snake ninja ground his teeth enamel to powder and wrapped his snake whips around his body again, intending to protect himself from the sword chop he knew was coming then retaliating with his topsy-turvy whirling typhoon of snake whips afterwards.

However, Ren letting Lucas hit him at all instead of dodging then countering with his whips proved to be a big mistake.

Instead of the bastard sword bouncing harmlessly off of his snake-whip-covered body, Grant released enough extra torque from his two-handed sword swing to drive the snake ninja right into the ground.

Although the sword didn’t cut through the snake armor, it broke Ren’s arm and several of ribs by force of impact alone. He wasn’t able to uncoil the snake whips in time, which would’ve torn apart the jumping foreigner in a typhoon of whips.

Ren struggled to get up, tied up in his own whips, looking the fool against this half-blooded rejected bastard son with the bastard sword.

Lucas exhaled deeply and grinned at the snake man. “That was a good fight. Because of that, I’ll spare you. Get strong and maybe we can fight again!”

“DON’T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT!” spat Ren before turning the handle of his snake whips, which retracted a hidden toxin-tipped blade that he stabbed right into the foot of Lucas.

“Ow! What the hell did you do, you cowardly ninja piece of shit?” Lucas cried out in pain. “Also, what happened to your lisp? It’s completely gone now.”

“Shut up and die, basssstard!” said Ren, overcompensating with how long he drew his ’S’ sound on that last word. “That hidden blade is tipped with poison. You’re as good as dead now.”

“Hey, I thought you said you didn’t use snake venom!”

“IDIOT! I’m a ninja! Of course I lied!”

Uwah. Ninjas truly were the worst.

***

At the gates of the Minakata subsidiary office building…

The Fuuma Ninja Clan’s Kai Hidaka was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Well, no. Not really.

Rather, he was stuck between Lieutenant Satoru Sakaguchi (with his recovering daughter by his side) on one end and Kinta Minakata on another end.

The choice to where he should go couldn’t be more obvious, but he also had a mission to fulfill.

Even though Kinta was the more dangerous and immediate threat, he was also the Brigands Guild’s biggest target.

Besides which, while murdering both of the weakest Musou Madden Ryu practitioners should help him survive in the short term, he didn’t want a master swordsman like Kinta hunting him down for revenge like the Kagemusha that he was in the long term.

It was in his best interest to finish off the Minakata heir sooner rather than later.

Judging by how long his half-brother nurtured his grudge against their petty family—his whole life—this desire for revenge was probably in their blood.

Perhaps even in-fighting among family members too, seeing how soured the relationship between Kinta and Tatsuya was.

It was so bad that Kinta and “Takuto” felt more like family than nephew and uncle.

Hell, Hidaka was merely lurking outside and he could hear how much the two hated each other, judging from their shouting match (or rather, from Tatsuya shouting alone and Kinta curtly shutting him down every time).

In light of his fight-or-flight instinct screaming at him to find an avenue of escape, he willed himself to fight the Mimawarigumi Battousai instead, hoping against hope that either The Faceless or Lucas Grant would aid him sooner rather than later.

'Kinta-kun,’ thought Satoru, holding his gasping daughter’s shoulders firmly. 'Please finish that son of a bitch off!’

***

Back to Ren versus Lucas…

In sheer frustration, Ren attempted a whip crack at Lucas’s face as he got up, but the blond swordsman caught it by his fist.

Lucas certainly looked like he was about to vomit. Or even shit all over himself.

As expected. He had his hidden dagger tipped with the concentrated “poison” (really, snake venom) of various local snakes all over Japan, like the mamushi that belongs to the family of pit vipers.

Stabbing a persistent enemy who survived Ren’s whiplashes with the venomous or poisonous dagger served as the snake man’s ace in his sleeve. His trump card. Typically, the stab site swelled and reddened with a blister.

The attacker then slowed down and fell ill, unable to continue fighting. Ren then finished the person off with either grave injuries and lacerations compounded by snake venom coursing through his veins, killing him slowly but surely.

Either that or Ren bit the bullet and just choked the bitch with his snake whips. His enemies either died by his own hands or by the venom he injected unto them.

Just as Luke was about to look like he was about to empty all the contents of his stomach unto the ground, he grinned and winked at Ren. “Just kidding.”

The snake whip’s tail wrapped all around Luke’s arm.

“Jokes on you, asshole. One of the Brigands is an expert in poisons and toxins. He’s helped me develop immunity to most deadly organic and inorganic chemicals for years.”

From there, Lucas did to Ren was Ren did to Lucas earlier—he pulled the whip then allowed himself to leap along with the recoil or snapback of the taxidermy snake, hammering the injured snake man ninja’s head with a devastating headbutt of his own.

Bam. Their heads smashed against each other with a heavy, sickening thud.

Ren felt his brain slosh inside his skull. Grant might’ve even cracked his noggin altogether, shattering his nose and drawing blood.

How strong was this kid?! He really did seem immune to the snake venom!

As expected of a Minakata spawn. Perhaps his bloodline from his father’s side, the Grants, also had monstrous strength in their genetics.

Grant then gave Ren the coup-de-grace blow of driving him right into the nearest wall with a sword stab that finally penetrated through the snake armor, drawing blood.

What was worse for Ren was that Lucas had been planning for this final strike of his from the start.

The whole room soon collapsed all over the snake man, weakened by the numerous sonic booms produced by supersonic snake whips. The Prodigal Son had been baiting the snake ninja to blast him with shockwaves at strategic points of the room.

The final leap and blow then shook the room enough to make its already weakened and compromised foundations break and collapse directly on top of the ninja.

Before Ren knew it, it was already “checkmate” for him.

***

Back at the three-way impasse deep in the offices of the moneychanger building…

“You two don’t fight like gentlemen at all. You’re like savages instead,” said John Rathbone to the animal-themed masked ninjas from the Sanada Clan with an upturned nose.

These honorless ninjas and their ambush-style attacks reminded John of the time when Britain colonized Africa.

Britain observed the rules of engagement against the African natives, declaring war on them and challenging them on the battlefield.

The Africans were supposed to engage them in battle on the trenches until a side won.

However, the tribes of Africa had no concept of how war was supposed to be engaged in the west and thusly ambushed the British camps without warning, like they would when they were fighting amongst themselves.

These Japanese natives, or at least their ninjas, were the same savages as the African natives. To them, all was fair in war or love.

Wait a minute. Samurais had bushido(the code of the warrior). Ninjas followed no such code of honor. They were so unlike their honor-bound samurai counterparts.

Both the oni (ogre) ninja Zan and John exchanged thrusts and stabs, probing each other’s defenses.

Throughout the exchange, Rathbone noticed how Zan allowed his war fork to get parried by John’s rapier, which made the unusual weapon vibrate like a tuning fork instead.

The demonic goblin ninja also only really attacked whenever he made his tuning war fork vibrate.

'Hmmm,’ thought John. 'Curiouser and curiouser.’

Rathbone feinted a thrust one… two… three times at Zan and Baku, jabbing his undulating sword arm with motionless jabs of his rapier that went to and fro between the masked ninjas.

Like a pendulum on a Grandfather Clock.

He actually attacked the fourth time with a thrust but stopped himself short, intending to do a recovery afterwards as soon as either shadow warrior reacted and made him miss.

They barely even blinked. Their hair-trigger reflexes remembered him doing the same “ultimate” feint earlier to draw out attacks he could counter, so they weren’t fooled.

They moved a half-beat earlier than John, intercepting his attack before he could do his recovery and counterstrike.

Thusly, The Faceless had his sword thrust parried by Baku’s metal arm bracelets with hooks on the side and countered by Zan’s war fork.

However, Rathbone himself sidestepped in time to turn the two-pronged stab into a slash that left a gash over his bodyguard vest.

Zan clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He almost got the slippery fencer. John Rathbone was every bit as evasive and untouchable as a medieval ninja from Japan!

The two were about to follow up their own Parry Riposte with a finishing chain attack but stopped short when they heard the rumblings of the other room, followed by screams.

It wasn’t Baku’s screaming. Nor was it Lucas.

They recognized the voice. It was instead from their comrade, Ren the Snake Ninja with the taxidermy boa whips.

The bat ninja then told the ogre ninja, “I’m fine, Zan. Go help the Minakatas or Ren. The Faceless is mine. I’ve figured him out.”

“Oh, did you now, Baku?” said Zan, the ninja with the red ogre mask and war fork. “All right. I’ll be back to finish this gaijin off if you haven’t killed him by the time I return.”

Zan then made his exit, hiding himself in smoke bombs that Rathbone stabbed through regardless, only for his rapier to get blocked by Baku’s hooked bracelets.

John harrumphed, stabbing repeatedly at the weaponless ninja to stave him off. “Do you really think you can take me on alone, you cowardly ninja?”

The grim bat-themed shadow warrior merely adopted a karate stance and said, “Come forward, gaijin (outsider). Get a taste of Yamato Damashi (Japanese Spirit).”

“You’re delusional.” Smirking, Rathbone murmured to himself, “Once more unto the breech, dear fool.”

Baku then screeched like the legendary banshees of Irish folklore. A haunting, bloodcurdling cry that reached all the way to the pits of The Faceless’ stomach. Or even the insides of his bones, right down to the bone marrow.

'Strange. Is his incessant, irritating screaming part of his trick?’ thought Rathbone as he backpedaled from the bat ninja, only to end up back in his en garde position because Baku chased after him immediately.

What was worse was that John felt like vomiting until his stomach turned inside out the more he fought this ninja.

As sickening as these deceitful and sly cowards were when it came to their dirty fighting tactics, it wasn’t enough for him to literally feel like puking in disgust.

***

Back at the front portion of the moneychanger affiliate office building…

Kai Hidaka threw himself at Kinta Minakata, hoping against hope that Lucas Grant wasn’t too busy to actually handle his business with the goddamn Mimawarigumi Battousai himself.

Sheesh. Kinta was Lucas’shalf-brother, not Kai’s. Let Lucas handle his own sibling. He (Kai) was not his (Lucas’s) brother’s keeper, after all.

Nevertheless, a strange thing happened.

There was something different about the Kinta that Kai faced today compared to the one he clashed swords with at Kaneda Minakata’s Eastern-Western Fusion Mansion.

As usual, like in their first encounter, Kai had to scramble, duck, and sway his body like a lithe dancer in order to avoid the surgically accurate slashes and attacks of the infamous Kagemusha (Shadow Warrior) of Shogo Amakusa.

Kinta’s accuracy hadn’t gone down. Not really.

Minakata merely missed Hidaka by hairbreadths or by a razor’s edge, the fidgety ninja spurred by adrenalin and twitch reflexes to avoid the iaijutsu (quick-draw) sword strikes with the nimble elusiveness of a fly.

However, Kinta’s hack and slash output had gone down drastically.

Even though Kai knew that Kinta favored accuracy over volume, the swordsman was nevertheless a lot more conservative with his attacks now.

Almost as conservative as The Faceless when he fenced under his John Rathbone persona. John barely ever missed because he never took a stab or thrust unless he was 100 percent sure he’d get the hit.

As though he was conserving his energy.

Wait a minute.

The eyes behind Hidaka’s goggled mask narrowed as he let out a long exhale. 'Huh. So fighting Lucas had an effect on him after all. That boy is a persistent one, after all.’

Even Lieutenant Satoru Sakaguchi noticed something was amiss. 'Kinta-kun…?’

It was the lack of sword slashes and pressure that allowed the nimble Kai to feint an attack, only for him to shoot his rope spear in between the eyes of Satoru.

To be clear, the rope spear flew at longer distances compared to his rope darts, which he used for closer targets.

The flying acrobatic ninja figured out that Kinta was conserving his strength after going through the stamina monster that was Lucas.

When Kai first met the half-breed, he couldn’t touch him with a bastard sword, a longsword, or even a shortsword. Hidaka was too fast and too nimble for the kid to take down.

However, like a hunter-gatherer caveman during the Stone Age, Lucas took down faster prey by tiring them out and pursuing them ceaselessly. Over and over. Like an unstoppable force of nature you couldn’t outrun.

No wonder Kinta looked like he’d just run a marathon despite having not one mark or cut on him.

While under pressure, Minakata was also probably worried about the wellbeing of the Sakaguchis. He would’ve gotten the adrenalin rush needed to save father and daughter.

However, when Kinta himself was attacked, he let his guard down and became unaware of his surroundings.

Kai noticed as much when he fought the swordsman the first time. This went double now that he’d been tired down by the implacable Lucas Grant.

How ironic for the Sakaguchi Family to end up being the liabilities even though they were supposed to be there to protect the Minakata Family.

That split second of distraction and scrambling towards Satoru and Kyoko was the window of opportunity Hidaka needed to finish what Lucas had started.

***

Back at the rear exit of the moneychanger affiliate office building…

John Rathbone switched tactics yet again. He couldn’t counter off of Baku’s attacks, who patiently lay in wait and ambushed him in the darkness at every turn.

If one or two probing strikes with his rapier wasn’t enough, then a complicated series of them—a truly Compound Attack—was in order.

Only problem was that Baku danced around the strikes with the same deft skill that Kai Hidaka, a ninja in his own right, did.

Even though the bat ninja was more of a projectile thrower than a weapons expert like Zan, he combined the rain of kunai(daggers) and shuriken (ninja stars) at John with karate punches and kicks.

John got nailed with a couple of punches that he had to take over the shuriken and kunai. He did this by experience, remembering how his own estranged son Cain Merrick would use bladed weapons to poison him and others.

The duelist scowled and narrowed his eyes. Was that what this walking freak show doing to him?

It was the screams, wasn’t it? Baku was shrieking like a nimbus cloud of bats all this while. Shrieking like a bat.

In fact, Baku turned the tables on John, with him dictating the pace and forcing him to attack at every turn, only to block with his hooked arm bracelets, blind him with smoke bombs, or injure him with knives and metal shards.

They were chipping away at each other’s defenses, but Baku had the upper hand. And the momentum.

Thankfully, Rathbone’s uncharacteristic aggression with close-call near-misses (or near-hits, as the case might be) and follow-throughs served as his defense against a significant blow or counter.

“You’ll never figure out what I’m doing in a million years,” boasted Baku after nailing the fencer with an elbow this time, followed by a slash from his arm brace hooks.

Blimey, did Rathbone hate ninjas. At least ordinary thieves and ruffians were too unskilled and imbecilic to pull the wool over John’s world-weary eyes.

Ninjas, on the other hand, thought just like him. Who knew honorless secret agents would have something in common with a gentleman thief like him?

Again, Baku hid in the darkness, screeched, avoided or blocked a myriad of ripostes and sword thrusts, and then kicked, punched, or threw Rathbone around like a rag doll in order to open him up to a fatal stab wound or slash.

Meanwhile, Rathbone couldn’t hit him back himself. He always somehow missed by a nose hair or cilia.  Like his internal rhythm or reflexes were off.

***

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the moneychanger building, near the stables where the Minakata’s carriage was parked…

“I found a horseman!” said Kaita, who popped out of nowhere with a previously escaping driver of the Minakatas whom he held at kunai-point (or ku-knife-point, as Gan would say).

“I found one of your horses!” said Yahiko, who held the reins of the beast of burden, pulling him back to the stables. Thankfully, this stallion wasn’t too spooked or wild.

“There’s a horse-drawn carriage here that hasn’t been sabotaged or had its wheel axels removed!” confirmed Tatsuya Minakata, who was sweating bullets at this point. “Perfect! Let’s go! I don’t want to spend another minute at this hellhole!”

“Wait, we’re just going to leave? Your nephew is still out there,” pointed out Myojin, only for him to get taken aback by Tatsuya’s glare. “Fine. You go home to Mommy with your personal ninja. I’ll stay here and look out for your nephew.”

With a sourpuss look reminiscent of someone biting into a lemon or smelling garbage, Tatsuya looked back and forth between Kaita and Yahiko before relenting, “Fine. We’ll wait for my stupid nephew to come back.”

The Sanada Ninja and the Tokyo Samurai exchanged looks. Should they have escaped with the uncle or were they making a mistake?

Yahiko took a deep breath. He’d deal with the consequences later. The cast was drawn. They’d made their decision, whether it was the right one or not.

They slightly regretted not escaping then and there when the doors, doorway, and door burst rather than swung open before them in splinters like a tinderbox.  

***

The kunai slashes and shuriken cuts were getting closer, sharper, and deeper. Death by a thousand cuts. Or maybe a million.  

A million bats shrieking, clawing, and biting at him in the darkness of the mansion.

Bats, huh? Baku even shot his kunai in order to snuff out the flames of every last candle and lamp in the moneychanger office building, thus covering them in darkness with the barest sliver of moonlight from the windows.

He really was bat-like. He wasn’t blind as a bat but he didn’t need his vision as much as a bat would.

A headbutt from Baku cracked The Faceless’ mask but kept his own horrifying bat mask intact.

Aside from distracting him with loud screeches, Baku the Bat-Man might also be using supersonic screams to locate John’s position every time.

He’d read about this before. Bats were able to exist nocturnally and move in low light through echolocation.

These animals screamed at high pitches then were able to judge distance or what they were flying through by the amount of time their screams bounced back to them.

In other words, it was possible that the Baku and Zan tandem were able to read through Rathbone’s change of pace or sudden counters and ripostes off of the steady rhythm of his pendulum-swing jabs by their hair-trigger senses and superhuman senses.

Come to think of it, didn’t Zan have a two-pronged war fork that could’ve doubled as a tuning fork? He might’ve used the vibrations from that fork as his means of sonar or echolocation.

Also, judging by the obliterating vibrations done by the snake ninja known as Ren, that ninja also probably used resonating whip cracks to create a sonic boom as his means of attack.

Ren, Baku, and Zan. They were animal-themed ninjas but they had another thing in common—their abilities based on supersonic sound and vibration.

Jesus Christ.

These goddamn ninjas were so unfair but their unfairness required a high skill level that you couldn’t help but bitterly laugh at it all.

They were consummate cheaters that would stab your back like the cowards that they were. They did anything to win.

“Kill all invaders! Protect the emperor from the barbarians! All hail to the Empire of Japan! Sonno Joi!” rambled Baku, his terseness disappearing as he smelled blood and went into a feeding frenzy against his prey.

Rathbone again did his strongest feint—an actual attack cut short then recovered into a different counterattack—but this time he was armed with the knowledge of how Baku was making him miss.

Baku again blocked with his arm bracelets in order to do an early Parry and Riposte of his own to cut off the follow-up Recovery Attack.

However, Rathbone expected that and countered off of that instead, swaying his body at an awkward angle and slipping from the arm bracelet guard in order to skewer the ninja right in his heart.

He felt vibrations in his body and a second later, he missed Baku’s chest and merely left a flesh wound on it instead of a stab before getting kneed in the gut for his trouble.

Bloody hell. John winced and gnashed his teeth.

Why did he still miss? Baku was wide open! He fell for his bait! His supersonic trip-mine could only tell when he actually attacked instead of what sort of attack he’d do! It was perfect! Why did he fail…?

Wait a minute. Baku wasn’t just using echolocation or his own version of sonar, was he?

'That was close,’ Baku the Bat Ninja was forced to admit to himself. 'This man, The Faceless, is too dangerous to be left alive!’

John Rathbone—or rather, The Faceless—chuckled to himself. “I understand your secrets now, you Yellow Peril!”

“You don’t understand a thing. Go back to the barbaric west where you belong, waito piggu (white pig)!”

***

In between the realms of the conscious and unconscious lay a subconscious Kyoko.

She’d almost been hung to death by the Brigands Guild ninja, Kai Hidaka of the Fuuma Clan.

A forgotten memory from her childhood surfaced as she swam between the converging seas of wakefulness and slumber.

It was one where she was insistently asking his grandfather about how dashing the samurai were when he was a child.

Were they as honorable, loyal, noble, and heroic as the hatamoto-class samurai they worked for were, the Minakatas?

To be more specific, were they as handsome and dreamy as Kinta Minakata? Or his silent but kind father, Azuma Minakata? Or even his scary grandfather, Toshiro Minakata?

Chuckling, her Grandpa Genzo Sakaguchi told her while she sat on his knee, “Not all samurai  are like Kinta or Azuma. They’re more like politicians or policemen. Some good, some bad. Maybe even more bad than good.’

'Huh. So samurais were more like Grandpa Toshiro then?’ was the question Kyoko had enough sense not to ask her own grandfather.

The old man then turned serious and said, "Samurais aren’t what they’re all cracked up to be, Kyoko-chan.”

Kyoko tilted her head in askance. “What do you mean?”

“For example, there’s such a thing as Uchi-sute.”

“'Uchi-sute?’” repeated Kyoko. “What is that?”

“It’s also known as kiri-sute gomen.”

“Kiru… nani? Gomen? Eh?” Kyoko’s blew her cheeks up like a chipmunk. “So? What does it mean, Grandpa?!”

This only made Grandpa Genzo chuckle.

Uchi-sute(To strike and abandon) or burei-sute(To offend and strike) were concepts dating back to the feudal era collectively known later on as kiri-sute gomen (The right to cut and leave).

They referred to an old Japanese expression about the right to strike or the right of samurai to kill commoners for perceived affronts. Samurai had the right to strike with sword at anyone of a lower class who compromised their honor.

“It’s the right of a samurai to kill commoners if they were embarrassed by them,” was how Genzo phrased it. “We live in a society where a military aristocracy had the license to kill another human being just because he’s of a lower class than him.”

Naively, Kyoko blinked and said, “But isn’t it okay for samurai to do it? Are we not samurai?”

“Listen carefully, child. No one has the right to kill another, whether they’re kings or paupers. The emperor himself or the village idiot. Murder is murder. You have no right to kill someone over a slight as though you’re better than them.”

Kyoko’s eyebrows furrowed cutely. “So higher class samurai like Kinta-chama can kill me because I’m lower class than him?”

“The courts would rule it as self-defense, but no. He doesn’t have the right to do it. You can defend yourself as a lower class samurai with a wakizashi, but the whole thing is bogus. If an affront has been committed, let everyone equally have their day in court instead of having samurai have the right to kill anyone who annoys them!”

Nonoko chided in the background, “Father, what are you teaching that poor kid? Sheesh. She’s just a child.”

Genzo cackled in an old mannish sort of way and told Kyoko’s mother, “I’m teaching her about real life.”

***

Earlier, just as Rathbone was about to finish off Baku, he felt the silent vibrations seep deep into his very bones, making his joints ache.

Aside from shrieks he and Baku could hear, the ninja was screeching sounds beyond the human range of hearing!

Humans could only hear sound waves between 20 Hertz (Hz) to 20,000 Hertz. However, sound waves below that threshold could affect any person.

Even if you sit in front of something producing a frequency of 19 Hz or infrasound level, even if you couldn’t hear anything you could still feel its vibrations. Like how the deaf could feel sound even if they couldn’t hear it necessarily.

At 19 Hz, humans could end up with wonky vision because 19 Hz was the resonant frequency of the human eyeball.

When exposed to 177 dB sound waves at 0.5 to 8 Hz, it can start messing with your lungs. Your breathing could end up erratic as your bones start shaking around.

Short-term exposure to such sounds could damage your joints even. Chronic exposure to them can end up resulting in visual impairment or outright nausea.

However, these effects to infrasound weren’t uniform to all people exposed across the board. It’d take constant resonant exposure to the sound to mess with your internal organs, joints, or vision.

Besides which, it wasn’t as if Rathbone was sitting still while getting exposed to the supersonic screeches. He dodged and moved around a lot, plus they were making a lot of other noises that covered the infrasound as well.

Baku was using his shrill shrieks for another purpose, its effects being more immediate than making Rathbone’s various organs feel “funny” or “off”.

There was also the fact that countering and hitting a target was all about having your body memorize a rhythm and timing in order to align your attacks to every last opening the opponent had.

Whether you were an expert marksman with a gun, prizefighter with thudding fists, or a swordsman with a sharp blade, hitting the target involved timing your shot, punch, or slash at the right tempo or rhythm.

If you were off by a hair or an inch, you’d still miss badly.

And this was all thanks to Baku’s supersonic or infrasound screeches.

Like a singer who was off-tune, Baku kept hitting the wrong notes even though he was close to the right ones, creating a dissonant if almost accurate tune.

Over and over he kept getting away with it, but John was getting used to the rhythm of the bat. However, he couldn’t achieve enough resonance in his counters to match Baku’s rhythm, so he was the one who kept missing and getting his advance checked.

Baku’s supersonic “singing” wasn’t only a method of echolocation that acted like a trip-hammer or landmine on whether Rathbone was feinting or attacking for real.

The bat-man ninja sung a song of the damned that ruined Rathbone’s innate abilities to discover and exploit the rhythm of his opponent, solve them like a puzzle, and open them up to counterattacks or ripostes.

It also set up a beat and tempo different but nearly the same as the rhythm of Rathbone’s fencing counters. Like a terrible singer messing up a proper singer with his off-key singing.

So on top of having hair-trigger reflexes aided by superhuman senses and echolocation, Baku could also use his supersonic screeching to disrupt Rathbone’s counterstriking rhythm.

A two-pronged attack if he’d ever seen one. Like the two-pronged war fork of Zan himself. Or like a classic pincer attack from Ancient Roman military strategy.

'Hmmm. Pincer, eh?’ thought Rathbone with a growing smirk on the edges of his unseen mouth.

***

Satoru scrambled for his saber as soon as he saw the rope spear fly from behind the acrobatic ninja of the Brigands Guild.

Shit.

He had set his still out-of-breath daughter down on a nearby statue in a sitting position while looking for an appropriate avenue of escape for the both of them as afforded by the appearance of Kinta.

Only for Kai Hidaka to have other ideas.

The ninja’s flight-or-fight instincts went into full gear, attacking Kinta for fear of him countering him if he had attacked the Sakaguchis.

Only for him to use that as a distraction to attack the Sakaguchis anyway.

'He’s slow,’ thought Kai after the lieutenant deflected the rope spear with a sheathed saber, unable to draw his sword on time. 'He’s easier to take down compared to the likes of the Kagemusha. He hasn’t really changed much after all these years, huh? Still the weak link.’

However, as expected, Kinta leaped forward into action to save Satoru from harm even as Kai whipped his missed rope dart between the eyes in order to redirect it towards Satoru’s shoulder instead.

“AAUGGH!” Satoru cried out, which stirred the half-unconscious Kyoko awake.

This was what Kai wanted. When he attacked Kinta in panic, he was the one at risk.

This time around, he forced the surgical-precise Mimawarigumi Battousai to attack him in panic instead.

Under his terms. In a very predicable manner. Open to ripostes of his own.

“You’re wide open, Kagemusha!” said Kai as he threw multiple rope darts at Kinta, intending to ensnare him into his web.

Meanwhile, waiting on standby from the side was the “fish-hooked” Satoru, whom Hidaka could always tug towards him to use as a meat shield against Kinta’s signature Full Moon Slash or Double Full Moon Slash (also known as the Blue Moon Slash).

To Kai’s chagrin, the Mimawarigumi Battousai went above and beyond with his sword slashes.  

Like a lightning strike, his sword flashed and streaked across the air as it got drawn out in supersonic speed.

“Tsuanmi(Tidal Wave),” he murmured his words of malice, the glint of his blade becoming an afterimage of moonlight.

The first slash from the Waxing Stance—a Young Moon Slash—cut apart the first few strands of darts headed towards him before they could hook themselves into the ground on his flesh in order to form an ensnaring net.

The follow-up combo of the Waxing Crescent Moon to Waxing Half Moon (First Quarter) Slash came twice as fast as the first Young Moon Slash. These slashes ripped apart the ropes into confetti.

However, Kai anticipated as much. As expected of the man who went toe-to-toe against Gensai Kawakami of the Ishin Shishi’s Four Butchers and lived to tell the tale.

Hidaka had seen this technique before from Kinta’s fellow Musou Madden Ryu practitioner, Sho Kojima. He thusly knew how it worked.

The Tsunami was a series of slashes chained together from weakest to strongest that started slowly and went fast in the final few slashes. It worked based on momentum.

Its timing went 1 (pause) 2, 3, then 4567. Like how the turning tides started as a shallow low tide weak only to end up becoming a deep and strong high tide at their apex.

There were several ways to counter this.

The first was to block, evade, or counter the first few slow slashes in order to not fall for the rest of the even faster slashes. If he confirmed the hit, he’d do the rest of the combo.

Like getting out of the beach during the low tide to get to higher ground or far away from shore in order to avoid getting swept up by the waves come high tide.

However, the Mimawarigumi Battousai solved this by gauging the distance and doing the first few slashes on the rope darts before charging forward exactly to where Kai was  and executing the supersonic slashes like a building deluge of high-pressure waves.

Had he acted this urgently back when he faced off against his half-brother, he might have even killed him then and there. Maybe.

The second (more difficult) way to counter the Tsunami was this.

Using a “lifesaver” or boat against the upcoming tides in order to ride the wave.

“GET OVER HERE!” shouted Kai as he pulled and dragged Satoru towards the incoming whirling sea of steel.

Dragging him deep into the waters of Kinta’s unstoppable tidal waves of doom.

***

In response to getting nearly hit to the heart by his rapier, Baku the Bat-Man Ninja sunk into the darkness further, blending into his environment and hiding his presence.

He opted to ambush John Rathbone at blind spots or while unseen, with his cloak helping obscure his figure. Slowly cornering the duelist swordsman until he had no where to hide.

Thusly, Rathbone had trouble with depth perception fighting in the dark with what little moonlight was out there. He couldn’t see the walls, floor, or anything, so when Baku backed away from the light, it looked like he merely shrunk.

And whenever he avoided the light altogether, it looked like he got swallowed by the sea of blackness.

So The Faceless decided to adapt a new personality the same way a normal person would discard one set of clothes to another set in order to fit the occasion. It started by taking off his masquerade ball mask and swapping it for a different face mask.

A plain all-white porcelain face mask with no mouth and eye holes. The mask of another swordsman. A Spaniard swordsman, to be exact.

He unsheathed a hidden dagger in his person, dual-wielding an espada y daga (sword and dagger).

“Hola. (Hello). We haven’t met yet, but I’m Fabian La Cerca. You are a dishonorable coward. Tonto de culo (Idiot of the ass).Prepare to die.”

Baku harrumphed, unimpressed. “So you 'transformed’ yourself from one colonizer to another? You’re all the same to me, gaijin,” said the bat-man ninja before letting out another one of his dissonant screams.

***

Its vibrations reached La Cerca to his very core like a loud, deafening rumble of thunder after a lightning strike.

They clashed weapons with each other. It was then that Fabian decided to talk. He was more talkative than his Rathbone persona for sure.

“I understand why Japan instituted the Sakoku(Locked Country) policy. You didn’t want foreign influence to taint your culture before being colonized. Every neighbor of Japan had been colonized by western powers through religion or trade. Invaded and conquered by the superior civilizations.”

“….”

As usual, like with Rathbone, La Cerca jabbed his sword and circled around blind spots whenever Baku decided to ambush him with hand-to-hand combat, grappling, throws, or projectile weapons.

Baku’s perfect pitch went higher and higher until it seemed like the bat-man had lost his voice. But he actually didn’t. The soundless scream vibrated through the air, beyond the scope of human hearing.

“The Tokugawas distanced Japan from the west, thinking them as a destabilizing force. And you know what? They were absolutely right. These colonizers used religious and/or brute force to divide and conquer pieces of east from themselves.”

However, Fabian was able to feel the infrasound resonate—or rather, dissonate—into his internal organs. Like tremors from an earthquake or within a carriage going through a bumpy road.

Or an extra loud heartbeat that pulsed all over his veins, from the center of his body all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.

“Spain got Mexico and the Philippines. Britain got Hong Kong and India while also humiliating China. Even a young country like the United States of America was able to humiliate the Tokugawas, making them lose face and instigating the Bakumatsu (End of the Shogunate).”

Baku intensified his attacks, covering his shuriken or kunai throws with his cape or his sleight of hand to make their trajectory less visible or predictable. The ninja also attacked from behind, forcing La Cerca to turn and pivot in order to delay his reactions.

“…Japan’s justified fear of foreigners and all things foreign led to the persecution of Christians and the country under lock down, but this also resulted in your nation becoming weak and backwards while the rest of the world progressed.”

Baku couldn’t believe it. Even in the cover of darkness, this La Cerca version of The Faceless kept catching his ambushes. Like he could see in the darkness himself.

What changed from before? The effects of his infrasound shouts to Fabian’s ear should still leave him disoriented and out-of-sync with his counters. How was he able to do counters now?

“In the world stage, Japan has been humiliated by the United States of America and Britain. You’ve been exposed as a backwards country with primitive technology. Japan could not defeat the U.S.A. Isolation has left you frozen in time.”

The Faceless’s joints had started to ache from all his exposure to the bat-man’s infrasound screams, but Fabian kept pushing forward regardless. His pseudo-arthritis be damned.

Baku then realized something.

The infrasound screaming disrupted Fabian’s rhythm and tempo. However, the dissonance was only slight and he merely missed by mere inches or millimeters. Sometimes by a hairbreadth or by a fraction of a millisecond.

Now that Fabian was dual-wielding two weapons, could use the first strike from his lead hand to gauge the distance and the second strike to his rear hand to make up for the miss.

Also, was La Cerca talking all this propaganda garbage in order to disrupt Baku’s infrasound screams that kept messing the rhythm of his counters? Also, did he have echolocation abilities himself?

Or maybe he gauged when Baku was near by the growing effects of his infrasound screams were on him, notifying him of when to attack!

How dare he use his own screams against him! He was a clever bastard, that Faceless person. Just like Zan.

“However, resistance is futile. Thanks to the black ships of Commodore Matthew Perry, your country has opened up to reality. Ninjas and samurais are relics of the past. The bygone age of just 20 years ago now feels like it was 100 years ago, wasn’t it?”

Baku’s pivoting, camouflage, and ambush tactics paired with his sonar echolocation paid dividends, with him delaying La Cerca’s reactions enough to occasionally hit him with punches, kicks, projectiles, or stabs with his hooked gauntlets.  

Fabian La Cerca answered by dancing around Baku in circles, chaining his attacks together, and reacting faster and faster, stabbing in the darkness and getting almost hits more and more.

A stab to the thigh later and Baku understood what had changed in The Faceless.

His Fabian personality was hitting his counters now despite being out-of-rhythm because every time his rapier missed, his dagger on his other hand allowed him to fill in the gaps where he’d otherwise be open.

His rapier indeed served as his range finder to hit his target despite being a second out of beat.

“Don’t you get it? The existence of the Meiji Era is proof that the West won. You are now a colony of Western Superpowers,” said Fabian. “You played chicken with the West and blinked. Now you’re our bitch.”

An attempt to pierce a cornered Baku’s eye with his rapier that missed ended up becoming a dagger slash to the belly. However, the ninja had one more trick up his sleeve.

Baku the Bat-Man flew. Or rather, he jumped and glided in the air, with his cape serving as both his wings and his parachute. The ninja couldn’t get cornered.

“How about that? All your posturing is for nothing, outsider. You can’t even hit me now.”

This only made La Cerca chuckle.

“You think just because you can tell when I’m attacking, you can counter me? Or fly away? Fine. I’ll do you one better. I’ll tell you exactly what I’m about to do so you can stop me better. I dare you to stop me.”

“Just shut up and fight! You talk too much, you foolish gaijin!” spat Baku, who sunk into the darkness once more in order to hide his presence and attack at a blind spot.

Fabian then said, “I’m going to corner you, which will make you fly. I’ll then stab you while you’re in midair, unable to dodge.”

And then he did just that.

La Cerca predicted the ninja would feint attacking from behind, only to fly above his head and swoop down as he turned around, stabbing him at the back regardless.

He figured that the ninja would do something as tricky as set up an obvious pattern to counter as bait for him.

Regardless, Fabian feinted falling for the feint and instead stabbed Baku as he flew. Just like he said.

“Now I’ll fight you without the rapier. Just the dagger,” boasted La Cerca. “I’m saving the dagger for a worthy challenger. Like that other ninja, Zan.”

“DIIIIIIE!” cried the bleeding, desperate flying bat-man ninja, his gauntlets at the ready to block the dagger stabs, only for him to get run through with the rapier.

“Sorry, I lied,” said the cheeky Fabian, driving the flabbergasted ninja out of the office entrance and into the exterior compound where Yahiko Myojin, Tatsuya Minakata, and Kaita were.

“This is Manifest Destiny. Bow down to your superiors, small fry! I am the Western Superpower!”

***

To Be Continued…

Remember the Sanada Demons? Yeah, me neither. Still, I’m going to attempt to squeeze out the best parts out of these infamous filler episode villains the same way I incorporated Shogo Amakusa as a major character in this fanfic.

That sounds on-brand for Rurouni Yahiko.

The trash talking of La Cerca is done as homage to the trash talking of Larry Bird, particularly when he told his opponents what he was going to do before doing it.

Danke,
Abdiel

The B-Class Toguro fights the S-Class Yusuke Urameshi before unleashing a power beyond the one he had before he died.

Tenro, the reincarnation of Makoto Shishio, finally makes an appearance and wreaks havoc against all the Reikai Senshi before facing off against the man who killed him originally: Kenshin Himura.

The original source of this idea comes from Chad Yang. I continued his story idea found here.

The rest of the chapters of my Yuyu Hakusho and Rurouni Kenshin crossover fan fiction are available hereandhere. Enjoy.

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About a hundred years or so ago…

In 1878, after fighting Kenshin “Battousai” Himura to a draw, Makoto Shishio died in a literal blaze of glory (through his own spontaneous combustion when his overheating body broke its limits) and went to Hell.

When he got there, he ended up right before the imposing, gigantic figure of Enma Daio, who asked him, “What are you doing here, mortal? Go back to the Gates of Judgment in order to be judged.”

Shishio then replied, “Get out of my throne. I’m the new King of Hell.”

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Youtou Shinnoken: Demon Sword

A Rurouni Kenshin/Yuyu Hakusho Crossover Fan Fiction Story by Chester Castañeda

Original Concept by Chad Yang

Tenro has finally arrived in Okushiri. How will the Reikai Senshi answer his challenge, especially after learning the truth about him?

Disclaimer:Yuyu Hakusho is the rightful property of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shueisha, Fuji TV, and Studio Pierrot. Rurouni Kenshin is the rightful property of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Shueisha, Shonen Jump, Viz, Sony Studios, Fuji TV, Studio Gallop, Studio Deen, and ADV. This disclaimer also covers all the other copyrighted materials that are far too many to mention here. Don’t sue me please, I’m very poor.

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Chapter 58: Living Sin (Part 10)

***

Back at the Okushiri Military Base…

A shouting, crying Yahiko kneeled in front of Botan’s unmoving body, seeing the huge hole in Botan’s person.

A hole in the shinigami who somehow was also his kendo master from a former life, Kaoru Kamiya  (he didn’t quite understand it).

Had he failed again? Like before, when Enishi Yukishiro…?

No. He would not let Kaoru down again. Not after what the Kenshingumi had been through right after Kenshin Himura died and…!

“Bloody Rain,” said Yumi Komagata, who again made it rain blood mixed with what seemed like scalpels.

Right above the dark clouds filled with the scarlet squall were Houji Sadojima’s shikigami(familiars) that looked like grim reapers in and of themselves due to their ragged clothes, faceless voids covered by hoods for heads, and long scythes.

And beyond them was Gatekeeper Itsuki, who had a mini-gun at the ready in order to test the limits of a solidified ghost body before it became incorporeal once more. Knowing that gunpowder had no spirit energy for Yahiko to neutralize.

“DOU GAMI! (GOD ON EARTH!)” Yahiko’s earth-shattering technique blasted away the razor-sharp precipitation and Itsuki’s suppressive fire into oblivion, allowing him to dissipate the slicing rain bullets around him and the soul-crushing pressure of the borrowed aura of theOnmyouji (Occult Priest).

“Insolent welp…!” Houji said the thing.

“TEN GAMI! (GOD IN HEAVEN!)” Myojin shouted as he did a much more powerful version of the God on Earth that shot him up high into the heavens. Even the nimbus clouds parted from the strength of his slash.

This rocked and shook the military base like an earthquake while the Tokyo Samurai Descendant himself approached the Onmyouji like the resulting tsunami of such an earthquake.

“INGA GAMI! (KARMIC GOD!)”

It was this technique that suddenly turned the poisonous miasma of the Overfiend into something else. Something filled with positive energy and life-giving, nourishing soul power.

Sanosuke Sagara then noticed how the crimson, purple, and black miasma of jaki surrounding them changed in color, texture, and volume. Flickering back and forth from a cool blue wave to a scarlet mess.

He then checked on Botan, only to gasp in surprise despite being a ghost that didn’t need to breathe or have sudden oxygen intakes.

The hole in her chest caused by one of Itsuki’s black holes had begun healing. The jaki surrounding them, as Sano suspected, was slowly being purified into reiki, which in turn the ferry-girl used to heal herself.

Not only herself, actually. She shared the wealth by beaming the spirit energy she absorbed unto Kazuma Kuwabara and Sanosuke too. Replenishing their depleted spiritual power and increasing their health at the same time.

A full restore for all her allies, if you would.

‘What’s going on here? Is this Yahiko’s doing? Or hers?’

It was actually both.

Yahiko neutralized the overpowering potency of the Chojin’s jaki just short of making it altogether disappear. Botan then purified the weakened negative energy into reiki she used to heal herself and the others while also powering them up, as though she filled the role of the Onmyouji for the Reikai Senshi (Spirit World Warriors).

Meanwhile, Kuwabara and Botan exchanged knowing glances.

They’d gone through this incident before. To be more specific, they witnessed Yusuke do the same thing Yahiko (and Kaoru) attempted to do firsthand.

It was when Urameshi got a hold of the Meikai Crystal and attempted to use it against the last Meikai God standing, Yakumo. The negative energy almost consumed him before his sheer willpower (and at the time hidden demonic lineage) turned the jaki into reiki instead.

Yahiko had decided it was easier to weaken the Chojin’s overwhelming negative energy so that Kaoru could turn it into positive (spirit) energy instead of attempting to neutralize or seal it all at once.

The tag team of Yahiko and Kaoru allowed them to replicate what Yusuke himself did alone.

Break it down to its core components first, bit by bit.

The samurai boy then said, “BANZEN GAMI. (PERFECT GOD.)”

***

“Great fighters refuse to lose, but you refuse to win just to get back that feeling and exhilaration of conquering something greater than you. So what do you do now that you’re in a world where nothing is greater than you?”

Those were Younger Toguro’s words even as Yusuke Urameshi effortlessly tanked through and walked down his offense while blasting him to nigh-oblivion with the RenshyaRei-Gan (Rapid-Fire Spirit Gun).

'What the hell was that supposed to mean?!’ Yusuke thought.

Was Toguro Ototo right? Had Urameshi become too powerful? Was he holding back his power level in order to drag out fights he would’ve easily won otherwise, thus endangering the lives of those he protected?

Ha.As if.

Those words truly did sound deep. They’d sound even deeper and more meaningful if said by a guy who wasn’t getting his ass kicked care of him.

If that were true, he would’ve already hunted down and killed the Chojin himself. He wasn’t even the most powerful being in Makai (Demon World), let alone all three worlds. He was a level below the likes of Mukuro and Yomi as well as his deceased ancestor/father figure Raizen.

Not to mention Raizen’s old comrades having power levels so high they could band together and conquer both the Human and Spirit Worlds if they so chose.

No, instead of it being a case of Yusuke growing tooridiculously powerful, it was instead a matter of Toguro remaining stagnant and weak by comparison.

The martial artist who belonged to the “baby boomer” generation might’ve been powerful for a demon not trapped in Makai and blocked off by the Spirit World Barrier. However, he was a pissant compared to the likes of the monsters Urameshi eventually faced in the Demon World Unification Tournament.

On top of all that, Yusuke didn’t want to hear that nonsense from the King of Holding Back. The Emperor of Power Percentages.

“Rando’sKugai (World of Suffering) is a low-level technique used by monks to empathically feel the pain and suffering of those around them. The fact that you’re still suffering from its effects isn’t because of its curse but because of how you reacted to it.”

Yusuke frowned. Indeed, for quite sometime since his fight with Rando, every punch he threw at his opponents he also felt. For once, he found out what it was like to get punched by himself.

However, it also served as his training. The more he felt his own punches, the more resistant he became of his own power, thus raising his threshold of pain and his ability to take a punch. He could dish it out and take it.

He wasn’t sure he could say the same about Toguro.

His ripcord muscles strained to their utmost, the Younger Toguro ended up having his muscle fibers ripped apart, cracked, and shattered like pottery. The anabolic state he used to grow his muscles to absurd sizes ended up completely wasted because he couldn’t handle A-Level to S-Level bursts of power.

Yusuke nevertheless conceded one point to Toguro: The teenager did miss staking his life and limb to defeat an enemy, using all his strength to defend his friends and family.

He hadn’t really done so lately. Not really. The last time he had a satisfying match was against Yomi.

Ever since then, his enemies mainly resorted to trickery reminiscent of Kido Asato freezing him with his shadow powers or Hiei kidnapping Keiko Yukimura to defeat him.

All of the Chojin’s Shin Ju ended up as weaklings compared to Urameshi. Each and every one of them. To go against them with his full powers would be a waste of effort.

Like lighting a candle with a flamethrower or cutting grass with a chainsaw. Complete overkill.

Then again, wasn’t this also the reason why Toguro, even though he was only B-Level, tended to hide his power level or only use a percentage of his power?

Huh. They were more alike than he thought.

***

Botan smiled in spite of herself. Or rather, her lips curved upward on their own and then said things not of her own volition due to her astral body’s second inhabitant: Kaoru Kamiya.

“There it is. The Perfect God. That’s Yahiko’s answer to mastering the Mujinken.”

A hundred years or so ago, Kaoru originally taught Yahiko the Tenchijinken (forethought-based techniques involving the prediction of an opponent’s moves) and taught Yutaro Tsukayama the Mujinken (reflex-based techniques that reacted to whatever the opponent did in the heat of the moment) to fill in their respective weaknesses.

The two were actually more suited for each other’s techniques, since Yahiko fought more off-the-cuff while Yutaro fought more methodically.

She intentionally sealed away the techniques that played to the two’s strengths so that they could overcome their weaknesses with the opposite techniques, believing that someday they’d figure out how to do each other’s ultimate attacks down the line anyway.

While the Inga Gami showed Yahiko’s version of methodical fighting (with him focusing on every counterstrike to unleash the best counters without any wasted movement or energy), it was the instinctual Banzen Gami that showed his fullest potential.

Yahiko was more of a natural with the Perfect God than the Karmic God. It was the opposite for the more thoughtful Yutaro (who now went by the name and identity of Natsuki Shinkai/Xinhai).

“INSECT!” sneered Houji, his wide eyes glowing red, his voice booming like thunder as he produced what seemed like an endless stream of shikigami. Only for Myojin to seemingly cut and disintegrate them with a couple of reflexive waves of his sakabatou.

He wasn’t even looking at the reapers as every reflexive slice of his blunt sword blew them apart and sent them to oblivion, his gaze aimed solely at Sadojima

The miasma of black jaki turned into white and blue shining reiki as Myojin neutralized it and Kaoru converted it into pure reiki. Once he reached Houji, their respective weapons clashed, the entire area split between the morning light colors from behind Yahiko and the pitch-black darkness from behind Sadojima.

It was like the clash of day and night, with the point of impact serving as their dusk or dawn. Twilight or daybreak.

To Houji’s alarm, his scythe then started to crack and break. 'What the HELL is with this stupid brat!? I thought our only real threats are the Youkiri Battousai and Urameshi Yusuke! Chojin-sama, HELP!’

***

Instead of going down from the barrage of Rei-Gan shots, Toguro merely said, “Stop wasting energy,” as though Yusuke left the light or electric fan turned on or something.

To Yusuke’s surprise (or perhaps disappointment), the B-Class Toguro reacted to the Spirit Gun bombardment the exact same way as he did during the Ankoku Bujutsukai (Dark Martial Arts Tournament): By attempting to charge at the growing spirit energy bullets to stop them with his bare hands and feet as well as his purely anabolic, hugely muscular body.

And just like that, it was over. With Toguro face down on the ground, his body shattered and torn from its exploded musculature. A tall, lean husk of its former self.

Another one bit the dust. Like the rest of Yusuke’s revived enemies that came back stronger because of the Chojin but not quite strong enough to take him on.

To Yusuke’s mild surprise, Toguro was still “alive”.  Or this revived zombie version of himself made by the Chojin’s own personal Dr. Frankenstein was still moving.

The muscleman mercenary then said, “I’m merely at B-Level and I was able to push you this far? Your fighting senses have dulled, Urameshi Yusuke.”

“Oh really? Well, I’ve discovered that at this point, no one could beat me but myself. You’re welcome to prove me wrong, though,” said Yusuke.

Again, Urameshi pulled something right out of Toguro’s playbook. They both looked down on people who weren’t on their level.

Toguro looked up at the night sky, which rekindled his memories. The Shichousei(Death Omen Star, also known as the Lifespan Star, Jumyoboshi, Alcor, or 80 Ursae Majoris)wasn’t present near the Big Dipper.

“I can’t see the Shichousei in the heavens.”

“W-What are you talking about, Toguro? Have you gone cuckoo?”

Legend had it that when two warriors fought to the death under the Star of Death and it shone upon one of them, that person would die.

Was the star missing because he was already dead? Or because this wasn’t much of a death match?

Fine. He’d turn this match into a death match then.

On the other hand, other Japanese myths and legends alleged that when a person couldn’t see the Lifespan Star, he’d pass away within a year. That was appropriate since Toguro himself was not alive anymore.

Thusly, every broken bone from his body reset and healed, but instead of going back to normal, they formed sharp calcified bone spurs that protruded right out of his craggy, callused body like horns or thorns.

“…I knew it! You still had another form after 100%, you son of a bitch! CHOU REI-GAN! (MEGA SPIRIT GUN!)”

As Toguro got a power boost from the way his body decided to recover from his injuries, he punched back the Chou Rei-Gan Yusuke fired at his changing form before punching the teenager as well with his bone spur claws on his fist right at the moment of impact, quadrupling its effect.

He just jumped from Class-B to Class-A in a mere second.

“Ooof!” The world-stopping punch emptied the air from Yusuke’s lungs.

“My former 100% has actually become less than a percentage point of my power, but for the sake of giving you a point of reference, I’ll base my power increases on what was 100% of my power.”

He grew about as big as his 100% of 100% form, perhaps even a little bigger, but this time around the demonized behemoth’s black hair turned as grey as steel along with the rest of his vascular body that was covered with huge bony protrusions.

“So you can call this form of mine as me at 500% of my power.”

“Whatever!HYAKU RETSU-KEN! (HUNDRED RENDING FISTS!)”

Appropriately enough, the attack Yusuke then used in response to Toguro’s transformation was one he saw on television from his favorite anime show as a child of the 1980s, “Hokuto no Ken (Fist of the North Star)”.

The Shichousei or Death Omen Star was, after all, also referenced by the same program.

Honestly, it was just Urameshi going ham on an opponent by randomly striking his heavy-handed punches at every opening available to him, with him naming the “technique” after the fact.

***

The devastation of the Okushiri Military base extended outward, with the pairs of Kazuma and Yumi as well as Sanosuke and Itsuki traveling eastward in a trail of devastation that followed Yahiko’s own blaze of glory.

The green comet that was the Tokyo Samurai Descendant clashed and burned through the spherical cloud of miasma protecting Sadojima, like a shooting star entering the atmosphere.

The two pairs of enemies fought tooth and nail for proper positioning. The Reikai Senshi pushed the Chojin’s forces back to protect Myojin from their interference.

Sanosuke punched through everything Itsuki threw at him from his hyperdimensional portals and busted portal gun. Sano also dodged the dense scattershot black holes and threw pavement debris at the Gatekeeper for good measure.  

Meanwhile, Kazuma fought from afar using his blade that can literally cut through anything and anywhere in order to slash apart every attempt of the wind vampire Yumi to blast tornadoes and energy-absorbing jaki at him.

Finally, Myojin himself struck the Chojin’s (and at this point, it was the Chojin controlling the Onmyouji) scythe hard, the blade covered in miasma and dark energy.

The tides of battle then turned.

Using the jaki Kaoru purified into reiki, Yahiko’s green aura became denser and denser, creating a white shining void at the center of his body that sucked the darkness of the Chojin away. Acting like a reverse black hole or even white hole that absorbed all of the Overfiend’s darkness into his pure light.

'This is it, Botan,’ thought Kaoru “telepathically”. 'This is the power of Mu (Void). The power of emptiness.’

'Emptiness…?’ repeated the ferry-girl.

'Yes. A true martial artist is able to fight with instinct, freeing his mind of all thought and distractions, leading to a Zen State. Yahiko manifested this Zen State into his unique skill: Neutralizing spiritual energy.’

A second later, all energy from everyone dissipated, and from there Houji’s scythe shattered like glass as both he and Yahiko plummeted into the docks of the Okushiri Pier.  

The samurai spirit fell into Ryu Tsui Sen (Dragon Hammer Flash) stance and slammed Sadojima into one of the metal crates of the pier below them with an emphatic crash.  

“You stupid kid! I’ll show you! ETERNAL…! Wait, what?! My powers are gone!”

Yumi Komagata attempted to do the Hi-Ougi(Hidden Art)of Vampire Martial Arts—a move stronger than the energy-sapping Blood Wind—but nothing of the sort manifested before her. Her aura, the energy she gathered from sucking many a soldier’s blood, had disappeared.

The same happened to Itsuki, who couldn’t summon his Reverse-Man or escape into his pocket dimension any longer.

Yahiko’s reiki had also went out, which normally was dangerous for a ghost but he somehow reached homeostasis with the way he cancelled out the Chojin’s jaki.

His dense green aura had now completely neutralized the powers of everyone near him instead of merely mitigating their flow, including the now unconscious Onmyouji.

Like how no light could escape the event horizon of a black hole, not one shadow of the Chojin’s dark energy could exist amidst the blinding green light of Yahiko’s converging spiritual aura.

However, as a consequence, even Yahiko’s allies lost their powers as well, as though he was acting as the reverse version of the Onmyouji. Instead of boosting the powers of those in his vicinity, he nullified them.

Regardless, Sanosuke and Kuwabara immediately took advantage of the loss of powers from Itsuki and Yumi with their physical strength, with the former beating Itsuki to a pulp and Kuwabara breaking the umbrella and fan of Komagata bareheaded before tackling and pinning her down.

“Give it up, lady. You lost,” said Kuwabara. “You can’t cheat your way out of this one by resurrecting your goons every time we defeat them. Your precious Onmyouji’s down for the count.”

Yahiko “heaved” a sigh of relief despite being a solidified ghost who didn’t need to breathe. “It’s finally over.”

Botan giggled in glee. “We did it! You did it! The number one pupil of Kamiya Kasshin! I’m so proud of you, Yahiko!” The last few parts of that statement was Kaoru talking.  

Sano looked at his own bloody fists and winced. 'We’ve won, but why do I feel like it’s not yet over? Like there’s still something afoot.’

Even though the blood from his right fist wasn’t his own but Itsuki’s, it burned and ached something fierce. Like he broke his hand or something. 'What’s going on? I have a bad feeling about this.’

Sanosuke’s bad feeling then turned into reality.

***

At Class-A, Yusuke Urameshi’s Hyaku Retsu-Ken would’ve turned the B-Plus Toguro into mince meat. Or roadkill.

At Class-S, his Hyaku Retsu-Ken would’ve turned mountains like Mt. Kannon, Mt. Kamui, and even Mt. Fuji into molehills, plains, or even outright trenches and canyons as deep as the United States of America’s Grand Canyon.

Like he was a pint-sized Paul Bunyan.

The teenager harrumphed. “Really? 500%? Like I’m fighting 5 Toguros at the same time? So what? That’s still nothing compared to the demons I’ve faced since defeating you, Toguro…!”

The bone-breaking punches cracked the shell of Toguro’s chitinous muscle armor bit by bit. However, in turn, Toguro let his fists fly as well but in a more methodical manner.

Targeting his punches at Yusuke’s openings rather than punching randomly. Using his martial arts experience to take down the stronger foe.  

His bony yet muscular fists pounded on Yusuke’s smaller body, cracking bones here and there.

Yusuke’s fists ached from every punch he did on the rock-solid body of Toguro, the multitude of Spirit Cuffs holding his power back also getting pushed to their limit. The restraining cuffs and seals he placed upon himself were at their near breaking point from him merely flexing his immense power.

Thank goodness the likes of Yomi, Mukuro, Enki, and the rest of Raizen’s friends (as well as Raizen himself when he was alive) put him in his place early on regarding what real power looked like, or else he’d be full of himself right about now.

The Toguro with chitinous bone spurs and keratinous horns all over his muscle-bound body ended up breaking each and every one of his thick, calcified bones from the impact of Yusuke’s attacks.

Toguro’s bones rattled as micro-tears appeared all over his muscles and tendons. Despite this, he pushed forward. Like his older brother, he healed quickly, which alerted Urameshi that he still had something in his sleeve.

“All right. Then how about this? TAKO NAGURI!”

The Octopus Assault—Yusuke’s version of the Kuzu Ryu Sen (Nine-Dragon Flash) that hit 8 times instead of 9 times in an instant—hammered the horned gray body of the zombified and demonized Toguro before he could get the chance to stab, gore, or spear Yusuke with his many protruding bone spurs.

Urameshi once heard that it took either 23,034 slaps to cook a chicken. Either that, or a slap traveling at 1,665.65 meters per second.

He wasn’t sure about the math, but he cooked Toguro’s goose at a rate of 8-16 punches a second with every punch traveling at 1,000-2,000 meters per second, so it would’ve took about 20 minutes of non-stop Tako Naguri to get to around 20,000 punches or 2,500 super-powered Tako Naguri.

Or he would’ve cooked/burned 20,000 whole chickens with his speedy punches at around the same time it took to cook a chicken in the oven.

However, it was at the second minute that Urameshi broke his hand. He hit a hard shell reminiscent of Usui’s shield.

From the pile of minced meat, torn muscle cords, and viscera emerged yet another Toguro form.

What stood before him wasn’t the spurred behemoth Toguro but instead a fully armored Toguro, with every inch of his body covered in craggy white bone.

As though his shattered bones healed wrong and ended up calcifying right on top of his pulsating muscles. He broke the calcified armor in sections by flexing his limbs in order to give his new outer shell moving joints.

It also made him look like a white lobster man, thought Yusuke in chagrin.

“This is 1,000% of my power. 100 times the power of my 100% self.”

***

At the Okushiri Pier, around 9:47 PM…

The mangled remains of a man landed right in front of Reikai’s finest from out of the shadows of the dark harbor.

The Reikai Senshi (and their accompanying shinigami) then felt goose bumps form at the napes of their necks—even the ghostly ones that didn’t even have tangible skin, blood, or hair to make such a sensation possible.

Even Itsuki, whom Sano beat from pillar to post with bare-knuckle fisticuffs, looked none the worse for wear compared to the person before them.

He was bathed in blood and his torn clothes were dyed crimson because of it. He looked like he’d been ravaged by a pack of wolves.

The only thing recognizable about him was that he was male.  Probably.

Sanosuke was the first one to try and poke at the figure to see who it was. If he had a ten-foot pole, he’d prod the man with it. As it was, thanks to Yahiko manifesting his full neutralization powers, Sano couldn’t even summon one zanbatou right now.

The street fighter then stumbled back, which made Kazuma ask, “What’s wrong? Who is it? Is that one of the Chojin’s Shin Ju or whatever?”

Botan gulped, hoping against hope that the man before them was the injured body of one of the New Ten Swords instead of one of the Spirit World Warriors.

Before Sano could answer, someone else answered for him.

“That’s what remains of Hajime Saito. The former captain of the Shinsengumi’s Third Unit.”

“…What? Who said that?” demanded Yahiko.

The Reikai Tantei, the shinigami, and the Kenshingumi then turned in time to see the silhouette of a pony-tailed person from the distance.

There stood a human(?) of about S-Level power with sleeked-back hair, a lengthy ponytail, and a half-undone kimono that showed off his rippling swimmer’s muscles on his long build.

As realization dawned on them one by one, their mouths went agape, practically unhinged from their upper jaw.

The blood drained from Kuwabara’s face while the three spiritual beings’ faces (Botan/Kaoru, Sano, and Yahiko) looked more transparent than usual.

The ghosts all looked like they’d seen a ghost (ironically enough), forgetting they were ghosts themselves. Gasping for air they couldn’t breathe anymore.

Even Kuwabara, who was alive, looked like he’d seen a ghost himself or even turned into one.

The man, who himself was a bloody mess with stabs wounds and cuts at every inch of his body, held something in his arms.

It was his trophy. His prize after a hard day’s battle.

It was the head of his enemy. It was the head of Hajime Saito.

Botan screamed. Or rather, Kaoru did.

The Kamiya Kasshin Master couldn’t believe that Kenshin’s greatest rival who was so famous he became a Japanese historical figure later on had been defeated.

On the other hand, Botan—through centuries of being a death goddess—had seen worse things before, so she was desensitized enough to not scream. Her own feeling of dread was around the same level as Kaoru’s, though.

The pony-tailed assassin then took one look at the Kenshingumi sans Kenshin, the Reikai Tantei sidekick, and their shinigami babysitter then sighed.

“Oh, no one but weaklings left? Pathetic. Imagine, after such a delicious meal, I’m left with leftovers and expired food.”

The new arrival then placed Saito’s head beside the rest of his body. Almost reverently. “Rest in peace, Saito Hajime. You were truly a worthy rival. I acknowledge you.”

“You killed Officer Fujita! You BASTARD!” screamed Kuwabara, a knife-sized Rei-Ken ablaze with reiki and righteous indignation in his grip.

Kazuma would’ve produced a full-length Jigen Tou with the rage he felt, but Yahiko’s neutralizing presence kept his powers in check.

“Wait.Boke(Fool), he’s…!” Sano trailed off, moving in front of Kuwabara to block him from doing anything hasty. 'If anyone’s going to do something hasty, it was going to be me!’ thought Sagara.

“Who are you?” said Yahiko as he pointed his sakabatou at the stranger.

“I’m Youkiri Tenro (Tenro the Demon-Slayer). Remember that name before I send you back to Heaven.”

***

Yusuke quickly checked his Spirit Detector. Toguro was now at A-Level with his Bone Armor form. Around the same power level as the most powerful members of the Reikai Tokubetsu Bouetai (Spirit World Special Forces).

This turn of events definitely piqued his interest. Somewhat. Maybe this time, he’d get the battle he so craved from this new version of Toguro since being defeated by Yomi in the Makai Tournament.

However, the extra layer of bone armor made it harder for Yusuke to break apart Toguro’s muscle armor with mere punches, no matter what velocity he reached.

As though Toguro now had double the armor.

Also, in turn, the Class-A Toguro Ototo pummeled and stabbed Yusuke with earth-shattering strikes from his bony fists, horns, and claws as well as shattered pieces of his bone armor that kept calcifying and regrowing over and over. Layer by layer. Like samurai armor or shingles on the roof.

Stubbornly, the bloody and bruised Yusuke kept on punching the armored demon to push him away and give himself breathing room.

The bony yet muscle-bound contradiction of a monster that looked ridiculously gigantic yet unencumbered by his musculature having an extra layer of armor on top of it, turning him into a veritable tank with the speed of a Mack truck. He even hit like a truck.

However, as his wounds healed in Toguro Ani fashion, Urameshi realized that he had long ago surpassed the version of him that could get killed by being hit by a car. Or a truck. Or a tank. Or perhaps even a nuclear warhead. Maybe.

“Rei-Kou-Dan (Spirit Light Wave Bullet).”

One of his Spirit Cuffs broke as he put his hip into his punches and imbued his fists with actual spiritual power. They were already harder than steel because of the spirit energy contained within his body. When he emanated reiki from inside and outside himself, his punches also become explosive.

One reiki-imbued punch was all it took for him to crack the bone armor of Toguro at 1,000%. However, he wasn’t done.

Perhaps he might have gone overboard, but he decided to punch Toguro 20,000 times in 3 minutes rather than 20 minutes. But it sure felt like 20 minutes.

Furthermore, these weren’t just physical punches. His fists were set on fire with spiritual energy this time around. He shot out 20,000 Rei-Kou-Dan blasts, to be more precise.

Every supersonic punch had the impact of a blockbuster bomb, with it breaking the sound barrier and sending extra shockwaves to Toguro and all. Perhaps he’d become even more explosive than multiple blockbusters.

Perhaps Yusuke had turned into a teenaged nuke or warhead himself.

However, out of the mangled mess of bone armor emerged yet another Toguro. The armor that should’ve served as his coffin ended up becoming his cocoon for his newest metamorphosis. Which, to Yusuke’s surprise, made him breathe a sigh in relief.

Yes! He could still push himself even further!

Was this excited feeling the same one that Toguro felt when, just a few years prior, Yusuke was able to withstand the might of 80% of his power when he killed Genkai in cold blood?

Regardless, a bronze-skinned, taller, and four-armed Toguro emerged from all that mush and burnt flesh he’d become earlier, impossibly towering even higher over Yusuke than before. His current ginormous form made his former seven-foot form look normal-sized in comparison.

His muscles were like taut steel cords now, like those used in heavy-duty tires and conveyer belts. Perhaps even harder. They were definitely harder than the pieces of thick calcified bone armor that they crushed like egg shells with a simple collective body flex.

“This is 100,000% of my power. This is what fighting 1,000 clones of my 100% self looks like.”

Yusuke thought for a second what Toguro meant by that, only for him to test the theory out with an additional 20,000 Rei-Kou-Dan blasts in a minute. 20,000 palm blocks later and Urameshi now had a better idea of what his nemesis meant, followed by 20,000 counterpunches in between those blocks.

All in a minute’s time.

'100,000% Toguro? He didn’t even bother going to 10,000%? Jeez!’ Urameshi thought as he got hit with a two-armed lariat that dragged his body across the landscape and river like a trailer home in a tornado.

This was it. This was the A-Plus version of Toguro.

Yusuke couldn’t even hide the grin from his face even as this newest form of Toguro beat him to the punch every time.

Toguro at 100,000% had even tighter and tauter musculature with enough strength and torque behind them to break bones to dust. His ripcord muscles could handle punching velocities similar to that of or even faster than Yusuke’s.

It also didn’t help that Toguro now had a body that could accommodate four arms, thus giving him twice the hand speed and arm speed due to his literal extra limbs.

***

“…SHISHIO!” screamed Sanosuke at Tenro, his blood (ectoplasm) boiling. His right fist, which Makoto Shishio broke, pulsating like a second heart.

Even though Tenro wasn’t wearing bandages and his skin wasn’t burned to a crisp, Sano could recognize that voice and that demeanor anywhere.

'Shishio?’ thought Kuwabara. So Tenro was the man who founded the original Juppon Gatana? Kenshin’s greatest rival? The man who ultimately caused Kenshin’s demise? The man who might actually be the alter ego of the Chojin himself?

The guy who not only pushed Hiei to his limits, but also possibly two of the Demon World’s three kings, Yomi and Mukuro? Was Tenro Shishio’s reincarnation or something…?

Before they knew it, they were suddenly faced with the final boss of the game.

The fighting spirit of Sanosuke rose high enough for him to defy the nullifying presence of Yahiko and form half of a zanbatou in his hands, which he swung at the (presumably) non-burned version or reincarnation of the ex-hitokiri and Meiji rebel known as Makoto Shishio.

With one swing of Tenro’s Mugen Jin (Unlimited Blade) sword, Sagara’s suspicions were confirmed.

“Secret Sword One: HOMURA DAMA!”

Shishio’s signature Homura Dama (Burning Soul) technique where his sword burst into flame clashed hard against the 6-foot (normally 12-foot) horse-chopping sword, smelting it in the process like a blacksmith’s forge in a shower of sparks.

“A weakling like usual, Sagara Sanosuke,” sneered Tenro. “It’s been a while, though.”

“I don’t understand. Wasn’t Shishio supposed to look like a mummy or something? He’s some guy who was burnt to a crisp and covered in bandages, right?” said Kazuma.

Sano answered, “Yeah, but obviously it’s been 100 years. He must’ve found a way to get a new body, or ended up with a solidified soul, or got reincarnated as this Tenro clown.”

Myojin gulped. He considered deactivating his powers to allow either Kuwabara or Sanosuke to attack the youkiri. However, if Tenro was this powerful with his spiritual power nullified, how much more powerful could he get when Yahiko’s powers ceased working?

The disheveled Yumi then cackled in the background, the hole in her chest throbbing with a ghostly heart that the man before her had “stolen” from her.

“It’s about time you got here, Tenro. What took you so long? Don’t tell me the Miburo (Mibu’s Wolf) gave you all that you can handle and then some.”

Tenro harrumphed. “Perish the thought, Yumi. I merely gave my respects first to the Shinsengumi in the Battle of Hakodate Monument, and guess who I also found there? That’s right, our favorite Shinsengumi Captain, Saito Hajime.”

'Hakodate?!’ thought Yahiko. 'That’s four hours away from Okushiri! All the way on the other side of Hokkaido, at that!’

Sanosuke himself snarled at Tenro, his fist burning with pain and fire, as though it remembered how Makoto had shattered it when they’d faced each other back at Mt. Hiei.

'Hakodate is the place that served as the Shinsengumi’s last stand. Did Saito go there to pay his respects to his squad? In the middle of our war against the Shin Ju? It’s not like him to be so sentimental.’

The street fighter spared a glance at the remains of Hajime Saito. Unbelievable. Just earlier, he pushed several of the Shin Juppon Gatana to their limits, but now he ended up as dead as the rest of the original Shinsengumi.

Well, Saito himself was supposed to already be dead and buried in the first place, but this time around he got killed off for real by Shishio. Or Tenro, which was probably the reincarnation of Shishio.

Kuwabara turned towards Yahiko and said, “Kid, turn off your powers! I’m going to face off with the final boss one-on-one at my full strength!”

“But…!” the ghost kid trailed off before Botan filled in the rest.

“Kuwabara-kun, he can’t. He’s the only one sealing Tenro’s immense power. If he was able to do thatto Saito, imagine what he could do to us! Let Yahiko seal his power for now until either Kenshin or Yusuke arrives!” warned the ferry-girl.

“I DON’T CARE!” shouted Kazuma. “Let us face him at his full strength while we’re also at full strength! As a real man, I won’t back down!”

Tenro smirked. “Fine then. If you’re not bluffing then come at me. In this world and beyond it, the same rules of nature apply. Only the strongest survive and the weak are food for the strong.”

Sano’s eyes narrowed. That convinced him that the man before him really was Shishio. That was totally a Shishio-type line. 'It’s now or never. We just have to keep him here until either Kenshin or that delinquent best friend of Boke arrives!’

***

“REI-KOU-DAN!” shouted Urameshi, his Spirit Wave Light Bullets bursting through his fist like bolts of lightning from a Railgun.

The 100,000% Toguro blocked the punch with his elbow, shattering Yusuke’s hand bones in the process. “Is this the power of an S-Level? Don’t make me laugh. Me at 100,000% of my power is enough for you.”

Toguro then grabbed hold of Urameshi’s limbs with all four of his arms in a bid to tear the teenager apart literally from limb to limb.

Yusuke considered Toguro’s statement for a second and then said, “Fuck that,” before flipping the four-armed monster off with his right hand.

The mere idea that someone like Feng Xinhai or The “Beautiful” Suzuki was more powerful than Toguro just didn’t sit well with Urameshi. At all.

At any rate, the middle finger he raised at the 100,000% Toguro then flowed with energy he’d been saving for a special occasion.

Yusuke discovered that he could actually save and store his dormant spirit energy as a reserve or extra Spirit Gun blast for use in case of emergencies since it usually took forever and a day to charge his Rei-Gan.

The energy for this one he’d been gathering for weeks’ on end.

Also, in order for him to not mistakenly fire off his reserve Rei-Gan, he had this special energy bullet stored in his middle finger. This was how the new technique that he improvised when facing off against the S-Level Xinhai ultimately evolved.

This was his “Fuck You!” Spirit Gun. Also known as the “FAKKU GAN! (FUCK GUN!)”

The 100,000% Toguro chucked Yusuke away like a hot potato in order to better dodge the point-blank spiritual projectile then punted the Fuck Gun back to the teenager who fired it.

However, by instinct borne from his hundreds of fights against spiritually powerful humans and demons, Yusuke jumped away from the Fakku Gan, grabbed Toguro by the ankle, dragged him towards the ball of plasma fire he actually outran, and then threw the monster back into its path.

From there, as the 100,000% Toguro braced himself for impact, Urameshi emerged from behind him. Attacking him from the rear for good measure.

Toguro was now stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or between a demon and his energy blast.

“REI-KOU-DAN! SHOT GUN!” screamed the half-demon prince.

While the Fakku Gan blasted and disintegrated the giant from the front, Yusuke attacked with his Spirit Light Wave Bullets and reiki scattershot from behind, which kept even the four-armed monstrosity from defending himself from the upcoming onslaught surrounding him.

The charged-up blasts of energy in particle and wave forms bore on Toguro like plasma tides or a solar wind. An endless series of reiki tidal waves from the vast ocean of Urameshi’s power.

Thanks to the extra pressure brought about by his stored energy blast from many weeks ago, Yusuke’s Rei-Kou-Dan was able to penetrate deep into Toguro’s core. The technique ripped apart the steel cord muscles of Toguro as they got softened by the comet of energy that cooked him alive.  

Then, as Yusuke had hoped deep in his unbeating heart, the mangled Toguro changed form yet again.

The same heart that stopped beating after Shinobu Sensui first pierced it felt like it had started beating again in anticipation. In excitement. In nostalgia, even.

Toguro still had more forms and powers up his sleeve. Just like old times.

And from there, out of the ashes and melted muscle of the 100,000% Toguro came forth the One Million Percent Toguro.

“One Million Percent. This is me at One Million Percent of my power, Urameshi Yusuke.”

***

Kuwabara and Sanosuke attacked Tenro at the same time while Yahiko struggled on the spot to focus all his neutralizing powers on the Shishio reincarnation(?) alone.

Botan checked her Spirit Detector again. Hope sprouted anew within her heart. 'Yes! Tenro’s power level went down to A-Level. He’s still on the cusp of S-Level, but at least he’s not as powerful as someone like Sensui or Xinhai! We have a chance!’

Tenro frowned. His aura of jaki had become fainter and weaker due to Myojin’s powers.

'Hmmm. The Shin Ju had warned me about this impudent brat. Even Toguro Ani couldn’t heal properly thanks to this kid’s neutralizing reiki.’

As Yahiko slowly mastered his neutralization powers so that only Tenro was affected by them, the energy levels of Kuwabara and Sanosuke went up higher and higher than before, their auras flaring with spiritual might that was boosted by Botan’s healing powers for good measure.

“JIGEN TOU!” screamed Kazuma, summoning his Dimension Sword.

“ZANBATOU!” shouted Sanosuke, producing his 12-foot long Horse-Chopping Sword.

“How appropriate. Isn’t this just a reflection of today’s society? The weak are using their great numbers to suppress their betters, not realizing that without the strong to lead them or the will to become strong themselves, they will end up extinct. The world stands on the shoulders of giants.”

“SHADDAP! I don’t know who you are, but all’s fair in love and war,” declared Kuwabara.

“Not all men are created equal. Like in the Animal Kingdom, some men are simply better than others. Equal opportunity doesn’t guarantee equal results. Forcing equal results in an aberration of nature, like forcing animals to act like men, the pinnacle of evolution.”

Tenro used a bare hand to grab hold of Kuwabara’s Dimension Sword and used his other hand holding the saw-like Mugen Jin to block the full-length zanbatou.

“Ganging up on the strong can lead to the survival of the weak temporarily. However, their own respective weaknesses will sort them out. Their celebration of mediocrity will make them food for other apex predators in the future or have them subjugated by any of their own who decide to become rams instead of sheep.”

The Youkiri then broke the Jigen Tou apart like it was made of cardboard instead of pure energy and stabbed Sanosuke’s chest with it while also melting the zanbatou with his Mugen Jin’s Homura Dama.

“Regardless, it is better to live one day as a lion than one hundred years as a sheep. These are… THE RULES OF NATURE!”

“AUGH!” grunted Sanosuke, his recently recovered soul flickering in and out of existence, his chest spewing ectoplasm, and his aura dissipating into pinpoints of light like a disturbed nest of bioluminescent fireflies.

He felt the light inside him slowly fade all the while.

“Bastard…!” said Kazuma, who repurposed the broken shards of his Jigen Tou and shot it pointblank at Youkiri Tenro’s face, turning them into “REI-SHURIKEN!”

He should’ve hit him with the projectiles from a distance, though. The first few blades bounced off of the intense aura of jaki that covered Tenro’s body like armor, which reminded Kuwabara of the aura that Detective Matsudaira developed.

Reiatsu(Spirit pressure).

Tenro’s aura was dense enough to become spirit pressure reminiscent of Bui from the Toguro Team. Or Yusuke whenever he unleashed his full power.

So this was the Chojin’s secret weapon? If not the Chojin himself altogether?

The demon-slayer then grabbed the teenager’s wrist and redirected the shuriken at Sano again, injuring him further. From there, he broke Kuwabara’s hand altogether then grabbed him by the collar, declaring, “Secret Sword Two: GUREN KAINA! (CRIMSON LOTUS ARM!)”

Using his Mugen Jin to ignite the gunpowder-laced glove, the youkiri blasted Kuwabara with the force of a bomb.

The gunpowder-inside-the-glove trick that Shishio used on Kenshin was also used against Kazuma, with the explosion violently blowing him away. A hundred years ago, Makoto’s hand was kept safe from the blast using a special metal gauntlet underneath the glove full of gunpowder that resisted the impact.

Tenro somehow ended up doing an even stronger version of the Guren Kaina that was imbued with the chaotic negative energy of the Chojin, which made the explosion strong enough to injure a human with the A-Class power level of Kuwabara.

Yahiko’s power-suppressing aura didn’t help in this case.

Tenro then shot the samurai ghost teen a look that chilled him to his “bones” or “spine”. The youkiri then declared, “You will not drag me down to your level. Know your place, child.”

However, while Tenro was distracted, the flickering spirit of Sanosuke stabbed the youkiri with hot molten metal of what was left of his sword in a spectacular display of sparks.

This was Sano’s one chance of making a dent, so he had to make it count. However, as he attempted to punch Tenro’s heart out, his hand ended up crushed with the youkiri’s elbow block.

With a harrumph, Tenro proceeded to punch Sanosuke on the forehead, just like when Sano fought Shishio. “You never learn.”

“I don’t understand,” murmured the Kaoru inside Botan’s body. “Isn’t Yahiko’s aura supposed to suppress Tenro’s powers too? Why is he still so strong!?”

She then noticed the unconscious Itsuki open his eyes and wake up, which led her to keep her guard up.

The black-and-blue Itsuki chuckled, tracing his finger over the scar Kuwabara had made on his face back when the Reikai Tantei faced off against Shinobu Sensui. “Y-You don’t understand. This is him with his power held back.”

“W-What do you mean? That’s impossible!” Botan checked her Spirit Detector. “Oh no. His power is fluctuating between A-Level and S-Level when earlier it was just A-Level. That can’t be! How powerful is he?”

Sneering, Itsuki said, “Who knows? Rumor has it he’s about as powerful as one of the Former Three Kings—Mukuro, Yomi, and even the Late Raizen. He might even reach the mythical X-Level like Kurama did when he took hold of the Demon Sword.”

Botan’s face went pale blue as though unseen hands suddenly grabbed hold of her thin neck. “X-Level?!”

She remembered the event like it was yesterday.

The Spirit World went on high alert when Kurama went Class-X after wielding the Youtou Shinnoken (Demon Sword). They even called the entire Reikai Bouetai in. Not that it would’ve done them any good, since the Special Forces were composed of Class-A agents and Class-X was a level beyond Class-S.

She couldn’t even fathom how strong an X-Level was since Kurama immediately rejected the Demon Sword, which transformed him back into his “human” self.

However,strongerthan Yomi, Mukuro, or Raizen gave her a ballpark estimate of what they were dealing with. Someone as strong as or stronger than a Raizen-possessed Yusuke who ragdolled the mountain-destroying Sensui with ease.

All the same, Tenro stood victorious over the beaten figures of Sanosuke and Kuwabara.

“Will you become rams or sheep? Lions or feral street cats? Wolves or mongrel dogs? Can you evolve and turn into apex predators yourselves? It’s natural selection. Kill or be killed. Make your choice.”

***

The peaceful Tsurikake River had now become a war zone. A swamp in one part and a desert in another.

It was Baghdad. It was bedlam.

The 1,000,000% Toguro was there at the epicenter of the devastation. A nuke all his own. An unnatural force of nature.

An over-muscled demonized human even taller than his 100,000% version. A walking contradiction of chaos and order.

He had no skin now. He was all pure, red muscle and tendons pulsating and wriggling in every which way.

He also had six arms instead of two or four, with him towering even higher than before because he had to elongate his torso to cartoonish levels just to accommodate his extra pair of limbs.

Curious at how strong thisToguro was, Yusuke flipped the bird on Toguro with his other hand.

Yes, he had also stored another Fuck Gun on his other hand, with about the same amount of potential spiritual energy gathered for multiple weeks since he fired his first Fakku Gan at Feng Xinhai.

“FAKKU GAN!”

Again,Urameshi blasted all of his pent-up “Fuck You!” energy at Toguro by flipping him off, shooting the bolt of concentrated lightning that came out with the force of a shooting star.

Again, he outran the modified reserve Rei-Gan and came up from behind the six-armed insectoid Toguro with the intent of making sure he got hit by it.

He then attacked Toguro with both hands using the Rei-Gan and Shot Gun.

“DOUBLE-BARRELED SHOT GUN! DOUBLE BERRETTA REI-GAN!”

Those extra pair of hands on an even bigger and sturdier body made all the difference.

Two of six arms grabbed and held back the charged-for-weeks Rei-Gan. Another two of the arms parried and blocked all of Yusuke’s energy-laden punches as well as the projectiles blasting through them.

This freed up the Million-Percent Toguro’s two remaining hands that grabbed hold of Yusuke and pummeled him into submission.

The Younger Toguro utilized punches that carved the landscape. Made and destroyed mountains.

The kind of unnatural force of nature (as contradictory as it sounded) that could affect plate tectonics, weather patterns, or change the area forever, like in the case of Mt. St. Helens when it exploded or the nine ghost villages of France that remained wastelands to this day thanks to the Battle of Verdun in the First World War.  

If Yusuke’s reiki-dense body weren’t there to absorb the blows they would’ve shattered and sunk Okushiri right off of the map.

Even though Urameshi was breathing through his mouth, had lost several teeth, and ended up with a shattered jaw he couldn’t close, he couldn’t help but grin. Or at least do an open-mouthed smile.

“I’m beating you to the punch at every turn. So why is it…?” Toguro tilted his head to the side in askance. “Why do you have such a happy look on your face?”

Disturbingly, Yusuke’s teeth grew back. They weren’t supposed to do that but they did. Even accelerated human healing wouldn’t allow the return of lost permanent teeth. All his bruises healed. All his broken bones mended themselves. His shut black eye’s swelling subsided and went back to normal.

There he hung from Toguro’s grip. Smiling. None the worse for wear save for torn clothes that couldn’t restore themselves to their previous state.

“Come on, Toguro. You can do better than this, you son of a bitch! Gimme your best shot!”

Toguro then proceeded to smash Yusuke and his own heavenly body of a Fakku Gan together, which resulted in a mushroom cloud of pure destructive power.

Another atomic blast had hit Japan.

Toguro the Younger turned Urameshi into the atomic bomb he was afraid he had become.

***

Back at the Okushiri Pier, two things happened.

Botan, using the wealth of leftover negative energy that Kaoru purified earlier, again started healing the damage inflicted upon the available Reikai Senshi.

Kuwabara and Sanosuke stirred, as if shot by multiple doses of adrenalin.

Also, when the youkiri decided to deal with the shinigami herself to keep her from aiding her comrades, Yahiko himself confronted and attacked Tenro head on.

For all the good it did. Bless his ghostly heart.

“DOU GAMI…! (GOD ON EARTH!)” shouted Yahiko, hoping against hope it’d land on Tenro’s head or sword or at least near him so that he’d get pelted by rocks and debris.

'So this is Shishio. The leader of the Juppon Gatana. Kenshin’s most powerful rival,’ the samurai spirit thought.

Tenro caught the reverse-edged blade between his fingers before it could make contact with him or the Mugen Jin. The God Hammer relied on recoil to give Yahiko enough space to consecutively strike something or someone three times fast in order to break their resistance and apply a zero-resistance strike.

No recoil meant the technique was neutralized.

Myojin’s jaw dropped. “How…!?”

“So you’re the brat who can neutralize spirit energy,” said Tenro with narrowed eyes that traveled from Houji’s unconscious form then all the way back to Yahiko.

Readjusting his grip of the sword tight with a gloved hand that smelled of gunpowder and negative spirit energy, Tenro again did the “GUREN KAINA!” on the blade.

The explosion blasted Myojin clear away from (presumably) Shishio, the shrapnel from his own spiritual construct of a sakabatou hitting him at the speed of bullets. His spirit fading and dissipating with pinpoints of energy.

“YAHIKO!” both Botan and Kaoru chorused in one unified body, fearing the worst.

However, the shards of Yahiko’s shattered blade also penetrated Tenro’s body, sealing his power further away from S-Level.

'What a problematic child this is.’

Myojin got up to his feet and charged with his broken reverse-edged blade, hoping to buy Sano and Kuwabara time. Buy Kenshin and Yusuke time as well.

He intended to do the Inga Gami on Tenro’s head, only to revert to the Kamiya Kasshin Ryu ougi for Hadome and Hawatari when his opponent beat him to the punch and struck first with the Homura Dama.

However, as he defended against the downwards flaming strike with a crossed-wrist block, Tenro grappled with him and kept him from parrying the strike. “Do you want to know how your idol, Himura Battousai, died a century ago? Like this. Guren Kaina. Homura Dama.”

After the explosion from the gunpowder happened, Tenro allowed the resulting fire to flare and roast the hapless ghost of Yahiko Myojin.

“AAAHH…!” screamed the burning Yahiko.

“YAHIKO!” shouted Sanosuke.

“BRAT!” yelled Kuwabara.

Tenro himself stood in the middle of the conflagration, but like in his confrontation with Hiei, he ended up none the worse for wear from the roaring bonfire.

“Too strong… He’s too strong…!” gasped Yahiko. “Even after all this time, I’m still as weak as I’ve always been.”

The bright yellow flames turned green then blue as Yahiko’s form reverted to that of a hitodama(will-o’-the-wisp).

Meanwhile, Botan shrieked, fell on her knees, and covered her eyes with her hands.

“Who is stronger? A wolf in sheep’s clothing or a sheep in wolf’s clothing? Don’t deny your true nature. Embrace what you really are. It’s either you know your place or claw your way up the food chain. Evolve. Transform. Step up or step aside.”

The entirety of Okushiri then started to rumble as Yahiko’s neutralizing reiki ebbed away.

Like a dam that was about to break.

***

A nuke did damage in three stages.

It irradiated heat and light, it blasted everything to Kingdom Come, and it scattered radioactive materials around.

The bigger you went, the less relevant the radioactive materials became relative to the other effects as the heat irradiation had a much greater and more noticeable immediate effect. Effectively, when a nuke went off, the temperature of the resulting fireball could go up to millions of degrees, but it dissipated relatively quickly.

However, instead of having a repeat of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1993, Yusuke’s dense aura (arguably going at reiatsu level at this point) allowed him to absorb most of the impact of his own Fakku Gan.

The explosion became a blockbuster level blast instead of an atomic bomb mushroom cloud.

Yusuke collapsed on the ground, taking the brunt of his own spirit energy.

Before him towered a behemoth of a demonized man. His exposed muscles bursting out of his skin. His six huge arms giving him an insect-like vibe.

This was Toguro using a million percent of his power. He had become the Demigod Asura, a six-armed demon of war and destruction.

However, even in the face of this absolute unit of a monster, something else from many miles away grabbed Urameshi’s attention.

Over the horizon, he felt a suppressed Low S-Level power grow and pulse. Like a leaking and cracked dam ready to burst.

Once that dam finally burst forth, Yusuke broke all of his limits at once. Every last Spirit Cuff. Every last bit of hesitation he had from the Kugai curse placed upon him by Rando.

He caught even the Million-Percent Toguro by surprise at how fast his power level rose.

He summoned his version of the Sei Kou Ki, the golden aura serving as his barrier against Toguro’s atomic punches.

His hair grew long and turned white for good measure before he proceeded to punch the Million-Percent Toguro a million times. A glowing golden punch for every percentage.

“SEI-KOU-DAN!” Yusuke cried, blasting Toguro with the Sei-Kou-Ki version of the Rei-Kou-Dan.

He had to. That dark presence in the distance sounded all of his internal alarms and red flags. His primitive flight-or-fight instinct activated.

As though feeling the rise in power from a distance spurred him into action more effectively than the golem before him that, quite frankly, took too long to get to S-Level and beyond.

Whichever Reikai Senshi was out there, they were fighting the final boss. The Chojin himself, even.

***

Botan rushed towards Yahiko’s side, doing her best to heal his injured hitodama form. Bu

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