Not Really Katsumi

Retsu hasn't really met many other Kaioh's in his lifetime, as most of them remained in China while he bounced back and forth between Bailin Temple and the ShinShinKai in Japan. Therefore he was more than surprised when he saw Katsumi standing in the hallway with the famous Poison Hand User, Li Kaioh.

When did he fly to China? And how did he lose that much weight?

"Katsumi?"

He halted in his tracks, staring confusedly at the back of his head from the distance until Li Kaioh awkwardly cleared his throat and whispered something in Chinese to the other man.

Strange. When did Katsumi learn Chinese?

"Retsu! There you are, I had something to discuss with you!" Baki sprinted up to him with a tired smile on his face, effectively drawing his attention away from the pair. "Oh, hey Katsumi. Talk to you later!" The scrawny teenager waved and pulled Retsu away, missing the moment when "Katsumi" turned around.

"Who were they talking to?" Han Kaioh asked his brother, who could only shake his head with a puzzled look on his face. "Does 'Katsumi' mean something in Japanese?"

"No idea. Perhaps they were calling you ugly."

"Mm, unlikely unless it was directed at you dear brother. Even if you are the younger one you still look a decade older," he laughed lightly at the expression on Li's face as a tick popped out on his forehead. It would be quite unfortunate if he got poisoned tonight, wouldn't it?

"Oh don't look at me like that brother, I was just kidding. Kind of. Hm, not really. Seriously though, what is a 'Katsumi'?"

***

It wasn't until later that they were in the same room did Retsu finally get a good look at who he had originally assumed was the thick-set karate practitioner from the ShinShinKai, though the only distinguishing features were probably his thinner eyebrows and leaner body. Everything about Katsumi Orochi was large, from his boulder of a fist to his non-existent waist, courtesy of a heavily muscled and wide torso. The man was honestly built like a goddamn tree trunk.

Even with all the differences (all two differences), he still heavily resembled Katsumi, and Retsu was subtly wondering how to get a picture of him to show his friend when he got back.

"Brother, Retsu Kaioh is staring at you again," Li Kaioh glanced over shoulder, catching his eye and quickly looking away. It began to dawn on Retsu that he may be looking like a creep with his constant staring, and it didn't help that when he first tried to talk to him the first words out of his mouth were in Japanese. All because he looked so much like goddamn Katsumi.

"Just don't make eye contact Li," Han sighed. "I hope I don't have to fight him later. Mixing crazy with genius never ends up well."