Kyokushin Blood

Chapter XI - Wildness

The morning dew coated the grass evenly with windows fogged up from the morning cold. The breeze was calm and steady, but the roaring of a car's engine came zooming by. In the back, Tatsuo sat with his eyes looking out the window with his arms crossed and his legs comfortably elevated on the back of the driver's seat.

They had reached the hospital, slowing down to a complete stop. A grin grew over the Gangster's face. The driver, on the other-hand, simply looked over his shoulder and watched as the man left the car.

"Man!" Tatsuo yelled out. "You've been here the whole time?? I've been so worried, Shinichi!" He called.

Shinichi's breath was heavy, his body inflating and deflating irregularly and inconsistently as he sat upon a pile of unconscious men. He looks up at Tatsuo with eyes filled with innocent and warmth. His body was coated in blood, but none of which was his own.

"Ah, Tatsuo...!" He called out, jumping from the pile and walking towards his superior. "I'm sorry...are you here to give me a penalty for missing my shift?"

"Hm..." Tatsuo's voice hummed, his eyes turning towards the unconscious men who were surrounded by varied weaponry and their bodies just barely breathing. His eyes then turned up to the hospital building before obtaining a teeth-exposed grin. "Nah!" He answered to Shinichi's shock. "They were bad guys who were going to break into the hospital, right? You may not realise it, but the yakuza is a seen as a necessary evil, and you played that part. So, I'm going to let you off for a day."

Shinichi's tired eyes became a grin as his eyes lit up more. He jogs up to the taller male with a heartfelt smile.

"That's great! I'm so...glad...to hear..." Shinichi's body went limp as he fell forward and landing gently in Tatsuo's arms.

"I guess you're tired, huh?" Tatsuo asked himself, picking the man up and beginning to walk towards the car he came from. "It's okay. Get as much sleep as you require, starting next week, you'll need the energy for some rigorous training."

The receptionist stood at front of the scene as her bag dropped from her hand. Her eyes wide and jaw basically on the floor. Besides her was the officer who escorted Shinichi to Uryu, his eyes scanning the weapons surrounding these men, before Shinichi entered his mind.

"Man." The Officer pulled down on his cap. "Get them to the doctors. We need to figure out how they got hurt."

"But officer! That kid...!"

"Fought to save his friend. And the safety of everyone in that building. Alone." The Police told her in a straightforward manner. He began walking towards the scene with his hands in pocket. "So we saw nothing, okay?"

...

A week had passed, and not much has happened during Shinichi's shift as a bouncer besides the occasional drunk.

"AGAIN!" A stick whacked Shinichi's thigh, which was further than shoulder-width apart.

He was wearing a standard white GI, with a white belt having golden writing at the tip. His body was lowered in almost a squat, with the whack to his thigh causing him to collapse. Beside him was a male in a black gi with a black belt, having short-red hair and blue eyes.

"You can't even do the basic stance!" He declares, whacking Shinichi on the head. "How can you become stronger as a Yakuza without discipline you Punk!"

"I...Im sorry, Sensei Shokei!" Shinichi yelled out with a red line over his face.

The whacking, collapsing and collective screaming was all audible from the outside of the Dojo where Tatsuo and Takashi leaned against the wall. Tatsuo removed the cigarette from his mouth, flicking the useless and loose ash onto the ground below him. Takashi, on the other, placed his cigarette between his lip and took a deep inhale.