Hanma, a family name known far and wide across the world. People worship them, fear them, want to fight them, but the dominating power behind that name was one that had the world in its grasp. God-like men, with the strength to eliminate entire armies, and to take what they wanted in life. Yujiro Hanma did so, having 2 sons carrying his name, but fathered many more children across the world. Looking for that one kid that could take him on and take away his silent loneliness.
Baki Hanma, his youngest son, for as far as he knew, had stepped up to be that man. His oldest son, Jack Hanma, is next in line to prove himself. The unknown children, either oblivious to who their father was, or unworthy of his training, faded into the background of his unruly life. But, not for long...
Somewhere in tokyo, far above the crowd, there is a restaurant on the top floor of a massive building. It provided the finest foods, drinks and the most comfortable and luxurious private rooms. General Gerry Strydum and Yujiro Hanma are having a drink and a smoke, like they usually do, when private matters need to be discussed.
General Strydum smiles a thankful smile to his friend, "Yujiro, old friend! Thank you for meeting me here on such short notice.". Yujiro sat with one leg crossed over the other, relaxing. He took a long drag of his cigar, "Strydum, what can I do for you this fine evening?". General Strydum took his seat across from him and ordered a drink. He pulled out a cigar of his own and lit his up. The air filled with the smoke of the two men as they zipped from their drinks. "How are you Yujiro? Everything well?", the general started off with small talk to lighten the mood. Yujiro already on to his intentions, didn't like beating around the bush, "All is well, but you are not here for idle chit-chat are you? Spit it out Strydum, bring it straight to me.".
General Strydum smiled a little hesitant but went through with his actions, "Have you seen this?", he laid a foreign newspaper across the coffee table in front of his friend. Yujiro sat back in his chair, puffing smoke. His big frame towering over the furniture and a stoic look on his face. His eyes cast down at the roll of paper, "Do I look like I read the news? I don't need to know about the garbage that goes around the world. Unless there is a war coming up, I have no need to know." He takes a drag of his cigar again, "Was this what you wanted to meet for? Having a tea-party over gossip?".
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General Strydum being himself, remained calm, but had a twinkle in his eye that offset the giant of a man before him, "Well, Ogre, I thought you might be interested in this particular topic...". Yujiro looked unimpressed and leaned back more, "Is that so?" General Strydum unfolded the newspaper to its headline. Yujiro looked down on the paper, not moving an inch. The picture above the headline featured two women; a tall burly woman with long red hair, toned muscles, arms crossed, making her features stand out more. Her face was round but had a prominent chin. Her full lips almost forming a line, the look on her face; stoic and eyes cast down, as if to look down on an opponent. Next to her was a much smaller woman; black hair with red tips, bound in a ponytail. Her muscles are more refined but presentable. Her face is just as round but with fewer sharp features. Her eyebrows, however, had a particular angle to them. Her cocky stance and full lips in a broad and menacing grin, radiated confidence and dominance. Yujiro reads the words that were understandable to him: "The Hanma Sisters".
He took another drag of his cigar, "What is this all about?...", his voice calm, but general Strydum felt the iry energy of irritation within him. The general leaned forward and tapped on the paper. "This is from a local Russian newspaper. My intel people brought this in, and I had it translated. It seems these two women, like the headline states, claim to be your children. They are currently the no.1 tag-team fighters in the russian scene, above- and underground. Their debut was at the beginning of this year, already making a name for themselves as 'the russian widow makers'. They have killed many men already, they are, as they say, widow makers...".
Yujiro's eyes narrowed as he took the paper from the table, and looked at the picture with intensity. "Ahum", General Strydum took out a sheet from his briefcase, "This is the translation of the article", and laid it on the table. Yujiro dipped his cigar in an ashtray, threw down the newspaper and grabbed the thin sheet in his large hand, reading through it with quick eye movement. Each second his eyes crossed the paper, his other hand gripped tighter around a huge glass of whiskey. General Strydum leaned back, as if the distance would do anything, and he swallowed hard. Seeing the man in front of him starts to sethe in rage. "Those *little* punks, how *DARE* they use the Hanma name, and turn it into a pretentious stage-name!", Yujiro's hand squeezed and the glass splintered everywhere, spilling his fine drink all over the floor. As he reads on, it seems they were entering a tournament in Japan, by means of 'meeting their maker'. It did not specify which tournament it was, but Yujiro did not care. He crunched up the paper into an itty bitty tiny compressed ball and pocketed it . He stood up, the aura around him filling the room with a menacing air. Walking over to the large window, he folded his hands behind his back, taking a wide military stance, as he looked out over the broad city. There was a moment of pressured silence. General Strydum contemplated whether he had done right by taking this information to Yujiro directly. Strydum shook it off, knowing worse could happen if Yujiro had found out the information on his own.
Yujiro looked over his shoulder, and with a calm and deadly voice spoke to the general, "Who else knows about this?". General Strydum cleared his throat, "For as far as our Intel goes, only the people of Russia know about this. As for Japan, we have not received any signs of this news spreading, nor to America. In this case, we can conclude that this is still between you and me, Yujiro. But, understand, if we would take this up with the russian government...this news will spread like wildfire. President Paiton has his pride and if we provoke him, he will gladly leak this to the rest of the world..."
Yujiro's seething anger did not subside as his hair stood on end and his power raised with every word of the general. "Strydum, I want you to find out where these wenches are located, and when this tournament they are joining takes place.", Yujiro, fists ball with a crackling sound, he spoke through gritting teeth in a disdained look, his lips in a twisted smile. the white of his eyes shimmer, and his muscles bulged as the building started to lightly trembling.
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"I am more than happy, to make them 'meet their maker' "
