Kyokushin Blood

Chapter I - New Beginnings

Rain poured down on the streets of Osaka, drenching everything in its path. People walked with their umbrellas opened, shielding themselves from the relentless downpour. They paid no mind to one another, focused only on getting to their destination as quickly as possible. Some entered local businesses, seeking refuge from the rain, while others waited patiently at street corners, biding their time until they could safely cross the road.

In a small alleyway, tucked away from the bustling main street, a lone figure sat huddled against a wall. The boy was small and wiry, with messy black hair that hadn't been cut in a while. His green eyes were piercing and seemed to hold a secret depth of knowledge beyond his years. Blood trickled down his forehead, mixing with the rainwater running down his face. His swollen lip was a deep shade of purple, and his nostrils were caked with dried blood. The stench of garbage, piled high on the opposite end of the alleyway, filled his nostrils.

"You think you're tough, huh?" sneered one of the high schoolers who towered over him, the rain beating down on his slick black hair. "You should have thought twice before trying to steal from me."

Before the boy could reply, he was kicked hard in the face, causing his head to snap back against the wall with a sickening thud. He groaned in pain, his ears ringing from the force of the blow. Rats scurried past him, knocking over small cans in their haste to escape.

"We've been beating you for fifteen minutes now. Why haven't you given up?" asked another high schooler, a cruel smirk on his face.

A lady's voice suddenly interrupted their conversation. She was seated under a small window seal above them, her expression twisted with disgust. "Can you leave the kid alone? I need to get to my cram school!"

The high schooler turned to her, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Of course, honey." He walked away, leaving the boy lying on the ground, barely conscious.

The boy's body shook with fury as he struggled to stand up. "Don't you dare run away because you're scared!" he yelled, his voice filled with a passion that surprised even himself. "You better not forget me. My name is Shinichi, and you'll hear my name when I become the most famous Gangster in Japan!"

Two years had passed since that day in the alleyway. Shinichi had grown taller and stronger, with a scar over the bottom of his lip that gave him a fierce, almost menacing look. His hair was now styled in a messy quiff that he somehow managed to pull off with ease. He wore a black leather jacket that hugged his lean frame, paired with slim-fitting jeans that accentuated his muscular legs.

Shinichi was the leader of a group of delinquents who roamed the streets of Osaka, causing trouble wherever they went. They raced their motorcycles through the city streets, revelling in the danger and adrenaline of it all. They laughed as they scared innocent bystanders, their voices echoing through the city like a pack of wild animals.

As they skidded to a stop in front of their school, Shinichi and his two friends exchanged grins.

"Did you see those people back there? They were so scared!" one of them laughed.

"Leave them alone! They wanted to have a quick sucky sucky on that bench!" another joked.

The two bursted into laughter as the first motorcycle to enter this school yard had shut off. The pavement below was basically black from burnt rubber. To the left-end of the school was one massive tree with leaves slowly falling in preparation for the next season.

"What period is it?" Shinichi asked. His voice was as deep as a 16's year old could be, but it still had a taint of nativity in it.

"Fourth. I think we should be in maths right now." One of the boys answered.

"Is this okay? I mean, the teachers..."

"Dude!" Shinichi laughed while tilting his head back, "Don't worry! Did you forget? I conquered Hiroyo high myself!"

The other boys laughed at this fact. It was true, they were delinquents through and through. Shinichi, despite being only being in 11 grade, reigned over the high school without question upon defeating anyone who tried to make it theirs.

"You're right, we should get going."

Hours passed by slowly as the teacher's ceaseless words echoed in the empty classroom. Her fingers moved swiftly across the chalkboard while Shinichi, seated in the back corner, remained still with his knuckles pressed against his cheek. Unlike his classmates who wore blue vests and white undershirts, Shinichi stood out in his black attire, staring emptily out the window as cars raced by and couples strolled along the sidewalk.

The ticking of the clock caught Shinichi's attention, and he lazily observed its irregular movements above the chalkboard, adding to the noise that filled his ears. Suddenly, he stood up, causing his classmates to jolt at the sudden movement. As he walked towards the front of the class, their eyes avoided looking at the delinquent who didn't belong.

"What are you doing, Shinichi?" the teacher asked.

For a moment, there was no response. He stopped at the chalkboard with his face pointed towards the clock. "Ugh...so annoying," he groaned.

With a sudden movement, the delinquent's fist slammed against the chalkboard, causing the clock to bounce off and shatter on the ground. Glass scattered across the floor, sliding in different directions from the original impact, as a grin slowly spread across his face.

He let out a satisfied sigh as he kicked the clock and then stomped on it a few times. "Sensei, what are we supposed to be learning today?" he asked, turning to his teacher.

She looked like she had seen a ghost, her mouth agape in shock. He raised an eyebrow at her lack of response.

"We...we are studying..." she stammered, struggling to find the words.

He rolled his eyes. "Never mind, it doesn't matter anyway, especially with our teach not knowing herself." With that, he sauntered out of the classroom, whistling a tune as he walked down the hall.

As he peeked into the other classrooms, he was interrupted by a voice calling his name. He turned to see Itadori, one of his friends from earlier, rushing towards him.

"What's up, Itadori?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"You need to be ready for a fight tonight!" Itadori exclaimed, grabbing him by the collar. "Jindai High is sending their top fighters to challenge us, and if we lose or don't show up, they'll take over our turf!"

He shrugged off Itadori's grip, wiping the spittle off his face. "Relax, man. Do you really think I'm going to lose? We'll meet up tonight and show them who's boss." With a cocky grin, he continued down the hall, ready to face any challenge that came his way.

Shinichi sat for hours in the dimly lit arcade, his leg propped up on the seat as the rain pounded down outside. He sat in silence for a while, staring out at the dark, stormy sky before letting out a deep, sad sigh.

"I should probably check on them," he muttered to himself as he stood up, his knuckles still covered in chalk. He walked outside to his waiting motorcycle and revved up the engine, the roar of the bike drowning out the sound of the rain.

It took him about thirty minutes to reach his school, the engine dying down as he pulled up and parked. As he walked towards the entrance, thunder boomed overhead.

What he saw when he stepped inside was a nightmare. His two friends were lying on the ground, covered in blood and unconscious, their faces contorted in pain as veins bulged along their necks and cheeks.

"Ah, so the boss finally showed up?" one of the teenagers taunted.

"Looks like he didn't chicken out after all," the other added with a sneer.

Shinichi said nothing, simply removing his leather jacket to reveal his chiseled and toned physique.

"You guys made a big mistake," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.