1 The Chubby guy's story

Robert "Bob" Richards, had always been very serious about his training. He was hailed as a master of martial arts from a very young age, and he garnered many fans with his chiseled body and good looks. His blue eyes were mesmerizing and coupled with his blonde hair that enhanced his already handsome looks made him the idol of many women in the world.

However, one day he realized that he could not defeat opponents who were larger than him. He vanished from the martial arts scene and dedicated himself to a special training regimen that increased his power and weight while maintaining his agility.

"It's time for me to retrain my ability..."

Year by year in seclusion, Bob finally returned to the fighting world as a changed man. Those who know Bob were astonished by his transformation. His handsome looks were gone and instead, he gained a disproportionate amount of weight.

Bob paid no attention to their critics and relied on the benefits of his training: speed, power, and unyielding weight as his weapon. He decided that he was ready to return to competition; he joined the sixth King of Iron Fist Tournament to test his martial arts abilities once again.

Challenge upon challenge he faces, until finally, he beat all of his opponents albeit he did not come out unscathed and with some near-death experience.

After winning the tournament, Bob became a worldwide sensation. Bob was lost in fame, his schedule was filled to the brim with a series of television and magazine interviews, with his "secret training" left undone for a long time.

Many days later, Bob walked out of his bathroom past a poster of his obese self on the wall. With droplets of water still present on his body, He weighs himself in his exercise room, where he discovers he only weighs a shocking 150 lbs on a scale.

"Huh...?"

He steps off, wondering if it was just an illusion, then weighs himself again. After looking at the number once more, not believe that he really weighed 150 lbs. Later, the mirror shows Bob wearing baggy clothing covering a skinnier and slimmer body, and he shouts in horror, not accepting the fact that all of his prided weight vanished without him ever knowing it.

"NOOO! WHY GOD?! WHY?"

He then proceeds to bang his head on the wall, only to be found in the middle of the floor, passed out.

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Another year passed by, and Bob who regained his past weight once again entered the King of Iron Fist Tournament to prove he was the strongest in the world. On the way to his match, the road before him exploded, blocking his way forward. The smoke cleared to reveal a lone man, emanating an evil aura.

Bob had no idea what was happening, but his instinct told him that this guy was somehow connected to the destruction around them. Bob's sense of justice stirred inside him, and he vowed with all his might to defeat the man before him.

As a red mist fell over his eyes, Bob forgot about being in a hurry to the tournament and walked toward his opponent.

Bob flips high into the air yelling, "Speeeeeed...and...weight!" He lands hard on top of the man before him and crushes his opponent's back. As he stands in victory, the floor under them suddenly cracks and breaks apart, taking both of them down.

The day after, the newspaper was up with its cover stating that Bob, the previous champion of the Iron Fist tournament never made it to the tournament and lost by default to his first opponent.

Moreover, Bob was never found again ever since. Some said he met with his demise, and some believed that he went into another secluded training.

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"Bwaaaaaah!"

"It's here! Clan head, congratulations!"

Inside a lounge in a hospital, several rotund-bellied men could be seen anxiously yet happily congratulating a tall, plump man with naturally brown hair, who seems to wear a long, spiky red hairpiece. He has purple markings on his cheeks — a common trait that could be seen in his fellow clan members of his clan, the Akimichi clan.

He wears a samurai-like outfit which entails a black suit completed with armor that has the kanji for "food" on it. He also wears a rope belt, and hand guards, also Instead of a forehead protector around his head, he wears a hachimaki. [1]

"Bwahaha, thank you! Thank you, everyone! Let's hold a party after we are done here, it's all on me! Today is 1st May, and today is the day of my firstborn's birthday!"

The said man was grinning from ear to ear which signifies how happy he is, a little tear of happiness could be seen on the edge of his eyes, happy for both his wife and newborn child.

"Cheers for the Clan head Chouza!"

"I'm gonna eat until my stomach bursts!"

"Don't forget the sake, it's a must!"

On this happy occasion, the man -Chouza- didn't mind splurging his money, it's his first child after all! Moreover, it is a boy!

"Count me in, brother. How can you celebrate the birth of your firstborn without me."

A man with long ash-blond hair reached into his lower back, which he wore spiky on top and ending in a long ponytail, light green eyes, and strong facial features, which included a well-defined jawline. The said man was wearing the shinobi standard flak jacket over a black outfit, complete with hand guards, a Konoha forehead protector, and a sleeveless red haori.

"Inoichi! I thought you were busy with your interrogation unit, at ease buddy, at ease! you will not be left behind! no one will! Bwahahaha!"

A big grin plastered on Chouza's mouth, his sworn brother -Inoichi- was one of two people who watched his back so many times over that he lost count since his younger days.

"What a drag, my wife is also on her fifth-month pregnancy, it seems a triple treat for us three this year..."

Another man with two scars on the right side of his face which were probably his most noticeable feature and he has dark hair tied up into a spiky ponytail, dark eyes as well as a goatee.

"Shikaku! Bwahaha, maybe it's fate! Fate, I tell you! Our kids will be on the same team just like us in the past!"

A small smile tugged on Shikaku's face, he wondered how their kids would cope with the Ino-Shika-Cho formation in the future. Meanwhile, a doctor suddenly came out of the labor room and approached Chouza then bowed.

"Mr. Akimichi, congratulations on your firstborn. Please come in to take a look at your son and wife."

Chouza strode inside and saw his lovely wife with beads of sweat still present on her face, their son was in the nurse's arms on the side.

"Give me my son." A huge grin hung on Chouza's face, he coated his hands with chakra to soften any force that may hurt his child. He was as careful as he could be, a small tear threatened to escape on the edge of his eyes.

"My son, you shall be named Chouji, Chouji Akimichi!"

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[1] A hachimaki is a Japanese headband, usually made of red or white cloth, typically featuring a design of kanji at the front. It is worn as a symbol of effort or courage by the wearer, especially by those in the military, or to simply keep sweat off one's face.