Kyokushin Blood

Chapter XVI - Back Then (Part 4)

1944, Asaka, Saitama

After nearly 10 hours, the night fell arrived. The truck halted and slightly jumped as the motor died down and jolted the Delinquent awake. His eyes softly looked at the covers which protected his seating area from the outside. The night's coldly air breezed in and met with the bare torso of the Delinquent, but he did not react, instead simply used his forearm to lift the curtain. The ground was bare, but made no difference as his nude feet connected with the harsh dirt below him.

"Welcome to Imperial Japanese Army Academy!" The soldier declared with spread out arms.

"An academy? Doesn't that mean I'll be here for a few years before ever seeing the War?" Yamamoto questioned as he lit a well-needed cigarette in his mouth.

"Well, no," The Soldier rubbed below his nose. "Your Unit is...well, considered it a Specialised Force. Your training will be harsh, but three years shorter than the others."

Yamamoto didn't answer. With his index and thumbs, he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and gave several gentle taps to flick the ember onto the ground. A dark cold escaped his lungs as he apathetically watched it enter the sky.

"Where are you taking my family?" Yamamoto questioned.

"There's a safe house near Shima Surgical Clinc, it's mostly wooden as it's an old house, but our ancestors will be watching over them." The Soldier answered precisely, before raising his hand towards a small hut to their right. "Over there will be your sleeping quarters. Make yourself comfortable whilst I get the paperwork."

Without further words, Yamamoto advanced with his bag once again slipped over his muscular shoulder. Every step taken was leaving his foot mark in the dirt, as the uncomfortable sensation of it lasting between his toes rose sharply. The Delinquent reached the Cabin, and with a tight grip on the knob opened it without consideration.

Within the room were three well-developed, shirtless men. They had numerous scars covering their bodies, but one in particular stood out. He had a scar running from the bottom of his right pec down to his left hip, the placement of the previous stitching still visible in the scarred tissue. His abs were uneven, with around 5 noticeable evaluated places of muscle in it. He wore standard combat pants and boots, his eyes narrow similar to Yamamoto's with a buzz cut.

The Delinquent made sharp eye contact. He didn't speak a word, his breathing remained consistent; as he scanned the room with his cigarette still lit in his mouth. He saw one amongst several bunk-beds where the lower bunk didn't have any bagging or sign of ownership and made his way towards it. He throws his bag onto the mattress and began unpacking.

"Yo~" The scarred man spoke. "What's your name?"

"Tatsuo Yamamoto." He quickly answered, not giving as much as a side glare at the man.

"That's a cute name!" He said whilst wrapping his body-builder of an arm around Yamamoto's neck. "Do you really live at the foot of a mountain~?"

Yamamoto bared no response and continued doing as he was. A vein popped on the soldier trainee's forehead. He gritted his teeth in a forced smile.

"Ok, ok!" He declared with an even more forced chuckle. "Listen, my name is Jinja Akihito, and now while Tatsuo does mean male dragon, I think i can look pass it if you can suck my..."

WHACK!

The back of Yamamoto's skull slammed against the man's nose. He stumbled and quickly took hold of the bridge of his nose, his eyes having tears swelling at the painful sensation surrounding across his face. Finally, the Delinquent looked at Akihito with an intent similar to that of bloodlust.