2 Monster.

{3 years later}

Somewhere in the deep dense forests of Tokyo, smoke from a campfire could be seen flowing through the air. Around the campfire were two people and multiple dead animals that looked like they were each killed with one hit. The older man was cutting the meat while trying to show the younger one how to roast it over the fire while the younger one wasn't even paying attention and ate the meat raw. The older man was, of course, Yujiro and the younger one was Akira.

Yujiro saw how his son was eating and he couldn't help but laugh at Akira's animalistic nature. He said mockingly, "No wonder you have a tail! You're a beast in the form of a human!" Akira chuckled at Yujiro's words but continued eating as for some reason, the raw meat tasted much more delectable to him. He tried cooking it before but it tasted like all the flavor was gone so he decided to try it raw and it made him almost gain an addiction to it.

Yujiro just laughed and didn't bother to continue talking to Akira, he just kept eating his meat, gorging everything down like a bottomless pit. He was surprised but happy that Akira ate almost as much as he did already at such a young age. But it only made sense as Akira's muscles were extremely hard and it wasn't even developed properly yet.

'This one is nothing short of a monster. Nothing about him is normal. As expected of my son. Even that one Baki wasn't even close to his level at his age. Well, he's halfway through the food already...time to begin...'

Yujiro suddenly kicked Akira in the face with incredible force, sending the young boy back tumbling into a tree. He then shouted with a large smile on his face, "Thats enough resting! Time to train! You wouldn't eat anything other than worms and insects until I am satisfied with the result!"

Almost immediately, Akira had recovered from the attack with nothing but a bloody nose and a few missing teeth. Yujiro didn't expect any less as he snatched Akira up again, taking him to fight even more beasts in the forest. Currently, he could knock out a few adult boars and wolves with a few attacks. Yujiro had noticed that the more pressure he puts the boy under, the stronger he gets. It was like his strength grew while he fought. So Yujiro, being the man he is decided to give him a difficult test of sorts. He wanted to see how far the boy would be able to push himself but not yet, he would give it another few years, then he would do what he needed to.

As Akira was being carried through the forest on Yujiro's shoulders, he was thinking to himself:

'Although I respect Yujiro, getting carried like this as a grown man mentally has gotten really old, really fast. I'm being treated like a damn baby here. Tch! Well, I just need to bide my time as I'm sure he'll abandon me in this forest and tell me to make my way out by myself or something soon. Then I can begin my own training. But I wonder what has happened to Sparda, I haven't heard from him since we arrived...'

Suddenly feeling himself being thrown, Akira got out of his thoughts and landed perfectly on the ground, regaining his balance as Yujiro looked at him. "Good landing, Akira. Now, there are about twenty wolves around this mountain. I want you to take them all out. I will not be helping you overcome this. If you die, then so be it. Now go!"

(Four years later)

A young boy could be seen standing in front of a fairly large karate dojo named 'Sensei Ishikawa's Shotokan Karate' that was on the outskirts of the city of Tokyo. He was shirtless with some black pants and black training shoes. His upper body had accumulated a numerous amount of scars for his age and his face had a stern look on it at all times. His tail was wrapped around his waist but it wasn't a weakness as he had also trained it. Just from his blood-red eyes, one could tell that he had seen his fair share of battles in his short lifespan. A man then appeared behind him and said excitedly, "Akira, today is going to be the day you destroy your first dojo. Go in there and show them how weak they are! If you let any of them escape-"

Akira then interjected calmly, saying, "I know, old man. I'm sure they can't compare to the daily beatings I receive from you." Yujiro laughed and responded, "Good! Now go in there before I get too excited and slaughter them myself!"

Akira walked towards the Dojo and opened the door, instantly counting about 40-50 students training there, including the black belts. There was one master present that was instructing them and as soon as he saw Akira enter, he told the students to keep practicing while stepping out to talk to him. The master then said with a curious smile on his face as he saw Akira looking around, "Little boy, did you come here to learn Karate? Why don't you go h-"

"I came here to challenge this dojo with a. fight to the death. Whether you accept or not wouldn't change anything. I'll just start fighting each of you till you're all dead or crippled."

The master heard what Akira said and laughed heartily as he had never heard such words come from a young boy of this age before. Putting his right hand on Akira's shoulder, he said, "Haha! Boy, you have a lot of muscle but-" Before the master could even finish his sentence, he noticed a punch coming towards his chin and barely managed to block it with his left forearm while striking back with a vertical knife-hand. Akira was about 4'10 at this time as he was still a child but he was still extremely adept in fighting taller people.

Akira leaned to the side causing the strike to miss and he used this chance to jump on the arm of the master to propel himself high enough to hit him. When they got face to face, Akira grabbed on to his head with both arms and delivered multiple knee strikes to it, causing blood to spurt out from several parts of it. The master was starting to fall down from the impact, but Akira didn't stop hitting him, in fact, as he fell, Akira used his weight to his advantage to deliver one final knee strike to his head as he fell to the ground, completely caving in his skull and killing him on the spot.

"Sensei Ishikawa!!"

The students noticed the battle and thought that their master would win but when they saw his condition, they knew he was dead. A higher ranking student who looked to be the son of Sensei Ishikawa led the group to surround Akira, all of them taking their stances immediately. Akira laughed at them and said nonchalantly, "Karate Sensei my ass. I would be ashamed to even call myself a master if I was him."

Sensei Ishikawa's son then screamed in agony, "STOP INSULTING MY FATHER! LET'S KILL HIM!" They all rushed to attack Akira and as the first one attacked him, he easily dodged the attack, delivering a swift roundhouse kick to the neck of the student, breaking it. The student flew back threw the rest of them, knocking down a good portion of the crowd as he died immediately. Akira then started to run through them like a beast that was just let off his leash, using mostly kicks as he was training his Northern ITF Taekwondo that he learned from the martial arts knowledge he requested from Sparda.

This style was a version of Taekwondo that was specially made for warfare so his eye gouges and groin shots weren't lacking one bit. The sounds of bones being broken and the exhilaration of fighting to the death made Akira feel like he was having the best moments of his life. None of the students didn't manage to hit him even once as they had never been in a real fight before. All of their karate experience came from sparring that was barely even full contact. It was the equivalent of a lion hunting a pack of severely crippled deer. They had no chance at all.

A few minutes later, all sound had stopped in the dojo. There were dead men everywhere and Akira was just standing in the middle of them with blood all over his body while tossing up an eye he gouged out from a student in one of his hands.

"What a disappointment."

Akira turned around to leave the dojo but he was surprised to find Yujiro just bracing a wall staring at him with a wide smile on his face. "Boy, you just murdered everyone. How do you feel?" Akira nonchalantly answered, "It is the job of the strong to decide the fates of the weak. Losing means death. There is nothing more to it."

Yujiro then laughed loudly, shaking the entire dojo as his demonic aura escaped from his body. "Good! That's how the strong should act! Come, let's find another dojo, the day is still young!"