Pollution is a gang based story, taking many elements from manhwa such as Lookism, Viral Hit, and Reality Quest. Romance isn't a heavy element within this story. Rather action and fighting to prove who's superior is.
This story follows a former gang...
The atmosphere within the front office of the Police Department tensed. The tension was palpable, enough to suffocate someone. Suzuki's dim black eyes glared into those of the man who stood before him. The young man's hands twitched, slowly removing themselves from the confinement of Suzuki's jeans. His hands were at his side, a cold and stoic expression on his face, while his legs shook with anticipation. Satoshi Ippei's eyes glazed over as he analyzed Suzuki. He knew that Suzuki was going to make some sort of move—good or bad, he was going to do it soon.
"Listen, Suzuki, we can just go to my office and ta—" Before Satoshi could even finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the feeling of fresh air brushing roughly against his face. His eyes flickered to see what was coming. Satoshi was met with the sight of Suzuki's leg inching closer and closer to his face as the seconds passed. The jeans Suzuki wore bent and stretched to keep up with the fierce and hasty movements of his body. A determined look had been printed onto his face; he was passionate about his grandfather and what he stood for.
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He's fast! But this kick... Satoshi had seen this before, this form, this very kick. Back when he was younger, the first and only time he had met Suzuki's grandfather. He pondered slightly before coming to the conclusion that he should put an end to this before anything major happened. Suzuki's leg was less than an inch away from colliding with Satoshi's face, before his leg was grabbed by Satoshi. Satoshi's rugged hand firmly grasped his ankle, halting the course of his attack from moving any further.
What the—?! How the hell can he stop my kick so easily? A thought pierced Suzuki's mind, his determined face faltering with a pang of fear piercing his heart. Years had been dedicated to becoming a stronger fighter. So many had been destroyed at Suzuki's hands, yet he was halted by this random cop.
"There isn't a need for hastiness. You are not the only person who knows martial arts." A slight smile began to tug at the corners of Satoshi's mouth as he still held Suzuki's leg by his ankle. In one fragile second, Suzuki and his world were flipped upside down, quite literally. His weight was shifted suddenly and forcefully, causing Suzuki to spiral into the air. The stability of his body was thrown off so easily, leaving him flipping through the air involuntarily.
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Fuck! Suzuki cursed in his mind as he let out a small grunt. His body collided with the ground as he landed face-first. Yoko, the secretary, let out a small gasp as he fell to the ground.
"I-Is he okay..?" She nervously looked at Satoshi, thinking that he had killed the young man.
"There's no need to worry, Yoko. I'm sure his grandfather trained his body to be sturdy enough to handle that." Satoshi reassured Yoko, lowering his body into a squat as he positioned himself next to Suzuki's head.
"What... What the hell... did you do to me?" Suzuki was barely able to speak, groaning in pain every two seconds. It felt like his body had given up on him; getting up from the ground was out of the question.
"Hm? Have you never heard of Aikido before?" Satoshi sighed before continuing. "It's a Japanese art founded many years ago. The purpose of it is to use your opponent's energy against them. Your kick was enough for me to do that. Though I have to say I'm surprised you've never heard of it." He looked down at him with a slightly disappointed expression, expecting much more from the young man. But for Suzuki, his words only annoyed him further.
"I know what the hell it is! I just haven't seen it in action!" Suzuki's voice was both irritated and violent.
"Is that so? Well, if you plan on becoming a police officer, then you'll need much more experience when it comes to these things." Suzuki only huffed in response to his words.
"Tell me, Suzuki. Do you know how things work within Japan's law enforcement system?" Satoshi asked, only to be met with cruel words from Suzuki.
"Of course I do! Do you think I'm some fucking idiot? You kick ass, rank up, and boom. That's what Gramps did!" He thought of it as nothing more than a game, an easy task. From the stories he'd heard of his grandpa, how he climbed his way to the top in less than five months, even at an old age.
Satoshi could only laugh, his boisterous shout of laughter filling the entire front office. "HA! You are a funny one, Suzuki Nakamura. You really believe you're just like your grandfather, don't you?"
Suzuki was ready to erupt with anger, his body trembling as he tried to lift himself off the ground. "Don't laugh at me, you damned old fart! I'm ten times as powerful as that sickly old man!!" Veins bulged from his forehead. His teeth grinding together as he lifted himself. In the end, he collapsed on the ground again.
"You? You think that you're comparable to Mr. Nakamura?" Satoshi let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples before speaking again. "Listen, Suzuki. I'll dumb this down into words that you're able to comprehend. Let's say your physical abilities, skill, and combat prowess were all totaled into a level. Out of all the men I've fought, you would be classified as Level Five. But if you were Level Five, that would make me... let's say Level Fifty. But Mr. Nakamura, he would be closer to Level One-Hundred. No... Level One-Thousand would more accurately describe your gap in power."
Suzuki's eyes widened in shock as he was told how strong his grandfather truly was. He had always assumed that he was some kind of pushover. After all, he was just a fragile old man in his eyes.
"YOU'RE LYING!!" Suzuki yelled out, not able to handle being noted as only a speck in the world they lived in.
"Sorry to say, but it's unfortunately true. Your grandfather was known for his style of 'Pure Fighting.' He was strong enough to go against the King of the South on equal footing."
Suzuki stared at Satoshi, his anger now turning into confusion. "King of the South? I don't know who the hell that is, Pops."
Satoshi once again sighed, astonished by the ignorance of this current generation. "So, you don't know who the King of the South is? Do you at least know 'The Six' or the 'Kings'?"
Suzuki was met with a look of confusion.
"Are you talking about... the place...?" Suzuki spoke, stretching his head in raw, unparalleled dumbassery.
"Heavens, this is going to be a rough year," Satoshi muttered. "The Six are the six biggest gangs in Japan right now. People refer to them as the Modern Generation of Gangs. The ones that they replaced in power are the Kings of Japan. They were the ones who ruled over certain regions of Japan almost a decade ago, the Pre-Generation. And finally, the Original Generation of Gangs. They were all wiped out by one man."
Suzuki's eyes widened.
"The King of the South. The man that killed your grandfather..."
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