Kyokushin Blood

Chapter XIII - Back Then (Part 1)

Hiroshima, 1944

The school bell rung its charm rhythmically. Sliding doors open as children entered their respected classrooms, talking with one another about various subjects. Sports. Academics. Even out of school activities. But one class wasn't so lucky. They crowded at the classroom entrance and looked at the desks which was spread out across the room with some being flipped over or on its side.

Bodies were scattered as well, some laying over the tables, with others just laying upon one another. In the back corner was an elevated pile of teenage boys having been stacked up on each other. On the top of them, upon the men who was gasping for air, was a seated man who didn't wear their uniform; He wore long dark pants, with white socks and the required uwabaki, he wore a dark purple jacket over his torso with read '長生きする' on the sleeve of his right arm, coated in gold plastic. Roughly, it translated to 'Long Live'.

He had orange hair styled in a punch perm. He had natural narrow eyes as his ring covered fingers was lifted to his mouth, placing a cigarette comfortably between his lips. His left ear had a black ringed earring hanging. His torso was bare, his pectoral and abdomen exposed to all of them; except for the bandage wrapped tightly around his stomach and lower back.

𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘰 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰, 17, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘒𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘠𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘻𝘢 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩.

"Tatsuo Yamamoto!" A girl's voice roared, her feet stomping into the class. "What have I told you about fighting, dimwit?" She flicked his forehead, to no effect.

She wore a skirt which reached her ankle, with a white button up accompanied by a black tie. She had the back of her jet black hair tied back, with bangs hanging down to her chin; below the left side of her mouth was a mole.

"Im sorry, Kasumi," Yamamoto apologised, placing the heated side of his cigarette on the head of one of the people beaten by him. "But they attacked me first. I did it in self defence."

"Hrrrrrrgggg..." She groaned, standing upright.

"Mr. Tatsuo!" A voice boomed, an elderly male pushing past the students. To this, Yamamoto gave a grunt of effort as he leaped off the pile of students as he placed his hands in his pockets. "What have I told you about fighting? You really thought no one would report you!"

Yamamoto simply shrugged as the vice principal's blood began to boil. His body went comedically red from anger, his arms extending to the left and his teeth gritted.

"To my office, NOW!" He demanded.

Tatsuo scoffed, looking at Kasumi with a soft glare. Resting his hand on her head he leaned in and placed his forehead against hers, their eyes locking together with a soft blush formulating over the girl's face.

"I'll wait out front for you after school. Let's go to Karaoke tonight." He tells her, to which she calmly nodded.

"Stop playing lovey dovey with your girlfriend and GO!" The teacher yelled again.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming you 𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘪 𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘫𝘪 (noisey grandfather)." He spoke, walking over the unconscious teenagers and through the crowd as he entered the corridor and headed towards the main office.

The vice-principal's office was about the size of two classrooms, a 6 foot wide desk separating the delinquent from his vice-principal whose fingers aggressively tapped on the table. Between them was an array of leather chairs surrounding an oval table, which was definitely used for meetings. Yamamoto wiped the blood from his face and revealed not a single scratch or bruise on his being. His eyes were dull and stared into the teacher's eyes.