Conflicts

Later that afternoon, the sun had set as the sky turned orange and the three of them returned to Ryozanpaku and entered the training room in the door where all the Masters were currently inside and they reported the results of today's fight. As Kenichi was sitting next to Sakaki, the Karate Master laughed happily at what he heard.

"Hahaha! You hear that Kensei?" Sakaki clasped his hands on Kenichi's shoulders. "This boy defeated their leader just like I predicted he would." He proudly proclaimed. "I knew you could do it, I wasn't worried or anything."

"Why would you be?" Ohma asked.

Kensei sat nearby and read his magazine as he thought. "Sure, sure. I guess I shouldn't bring up how worried you were for Kenichi, considering you spent all afternoon pacing the garden muttering about how worried you were."

"So I guess all those straight punches and manoeuvres I taught you came in handy, did they not?" Sakaki bragged with his arms crossed.

"Y-Yeah," Kenichi said, "I one-shotted him with the Seiken."

"Deserved it. One of the scum groped me." Miu commented angrily.

"Hahaha!" Sakaki paid no attention and just laughed proudly. "You used the move I taught you today and beat someone with it!? Guess I'm a pretty great Sensei after all!"

"Wouldn't this be the case of him just being a fast learner?" Akisame pointed out.

"True, I doubt you can call yourself a great Sensei if all you did was teach someone how to throw a punch," Kensei added with some snark.

"Mind your own business!" Sakaki snapped at them before turning to Ohma. "By the way, what's up with Ohma?"

Kenichi sighed. "Huh? It's nothing really, I just feel like I haven't been making much progress lately."

"Are still upset about not being able to contribute to today's fight?" Akisame asked. "It's disappointing but you're partially at fault for leaving your friends."

Ohma sighed. "Did you have to word it like that?"

"Apa!" Apachai stepped forward. "Is okay Ohma! Apachai will help you make great progress in your training! Apa!"

"Ah yes, but it's Apachai's turn to train Kenichi right now, isn't it?" Kensei remembered.

"Aaaaaggggghhh!" Kenichi screamed in terror knowing what was to become of him.

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Time passed, the sun went down and evening came. Ohma left Koryuu for a town nearby not too far away trying to track down someone. He found himself standing on the pavement, a crowd had gathered around him but not for him. Dozens of conversations between the town folks filled the area and Ohma pushed past them.

When he stood in front of the crowd he saw the road blocked by a large truck. Ohma stepped forward, then saw blood splattered across the road and a dog which looked like a Shiba squished in half under a tyre.

"How horrible..." A girl standing beside Ohma muttered.

The truck driver got off and stood in the middle. He was a large man more than six feet tall with a scruffy beard.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" He shouted in a tone which made it seem like either the man was drunk or hit his head, maybe both.

"It's not my fault, the damn dog jumped in front of wheels!"

One of the men from the crowd stepped forward. "Hey, you are blocking the traffic. Do you think we should call the police?"

"How should I know?!" The driver shouted. "Just the disgusting dog out my way and we all can be on our ways."

Ohma soon became bored of this whole situation. This is what he came to this town for. He stood there until his eyes caught something walking towards the truck. It was what he came here for.

A boy older than Ohma walked toward the trucker. He was tall and muscular with long, dark, and curly hair that runs down all the way to the back of his neck. He was dressed in a bicker outfit consisting of a white tank top underneath a black bikers jacket and the rest of his clothing was blue.

"Hey, what are you?" The driver asked.

The boy didn't reply, instead, he picked up the dead dog, cradling it in his arms. The organs, entrails and blood spilled onto his shirt and jacket but whether he was bothered by it; he didn't show any sign.

"Great job, kid... now just put aside." The driver said. "There is a garbage can right there, put it inside there."

The boy said nothing and placed the corpse aside and dropped to knees for a moment of silent prayer. The buzzing crowd was passing comments about him but ignored it then stood up and in a swift blur smashed the truck's headlights with a kick.

"What are you doing?!" The driver shouted. He tried to grab the boy but stooped with a tremble when the boy glanced back at him. The boy continued, he made dents into the steel, smashed the glass with his fists and destroyed the tyres with his kicks. The boy started moving around the truck, destroying it while others watched.

Ohma looked at the boy and smiled remembering one page inside the black file.

'Mitsuhide Kuroda, Ex regional Katate Champion, quit soon after accidentally killing his best friend in a match. Nowadays he is known to the streets as Ashura.'

"Ashura," Ohma muttered. "There is only one Ashura."

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The next morning a meeting was taking place within Kisara's hideout and many of her members along with the Takedown Trio were present as Koga reported the results of his fight with Kenichi. She laid on a large recliner which was in contrast with her own size, her unkempt red messy hair was covered in a green cap, her dangling legs in jeans which thigh down left side torn off, showed off ankle boots which she considered her weapons.

Koga stood near her finishing his report, he didn't even have a chance to flinch when Kisara kicked him across the check which knocked him into a wall.

"What's the deal?" Kisara sat back in her seat. "Are you that much of an idiot or do you really expect me to believe you when you say 'you have no idea what happened?"

"It's not a lie, I'm telling you!" Koga insisted as he got back up. "I was right in front of him and all ready to attack but then suddenly everything went blank and went I woke up my nose was bleeding and I was all dizzy!" He explained. "I had the fight in my favour!"

Kisara turned to her second in command and principal lieutenant, Shiratori. Shiratori was a tall boyish girl around Kisara's age with distinctively slightly wavy waist-length blonde hair, few hair strands hanging over her face, light purple eyes, and a lean build. Most thought of her as a male as she looked like one and was typically seen wearing a white button-up shirt, dark pants, and a long blue coat that reaches down to just above her ankles.

"So what do you make of this?" Kisara asked him.

"By my account, Shirihama must have defeated Koga in a way where he'd win quickly without revealing anything about his fighting style." Shiratori speculated. "Given Koga's retelling of the fight, it seems pretty likely."

"Hmm, well it's not like I expected him to lose to Koga, but I guess I might have taken him too lightly. He wouldn't give me a hint on how he did it." Kisara complained though she sounded more interested.

Now Shiratori stepped forward. "Alright, this is the only chance any of you are going to get. Takeda, you and Ukita are to find that boy who defeated Tsubaka's brother, who was pretending to be Shirihama or defeat Kenichi himself and defeat them both if you face them together, take Koga with you." She ordered them. "You won't be forgiven if you lose, understood?"

Ukita nodded as he held Koga back. "Yeah."

"I'm telling you, he's got supernatural powers! He's not Hu—" Koga still persisted in the matter but was cut off when Ukita covered his mouth with his hand.

With that decided, Takeda walked away and the other two followed him. As they left the room, Kisara smirked as she looked at Shiratori. "Now one more issue."

Shiratori nodded. "I have found out about the girl who took kicked out members of the boarding school area."

She then took out a file, opened it then passed it over to Kisara. Inside was a large size image of the girl with violet eyes and black hair with a name.

"Rin Itsuka," Kisara muttered. "She alone defeated more than twenty or our members at once. Looks like I have to personally deal with this."