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[itshirohi]

Kure Erioh~

This is so completely random but uhmm 😳I feel like I'm finally getting good at drawing.

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 22 - Crimson Spider Lily

"RAIAN, WAIT!" Kisara yelled after him, but it was to no avail. "That idiot's going to get himself killed!" the auditorium was filled with cries of disdain at seeing yet another murder before their very eyes, while others were wondering whether this blatant murder was going to end up with a Kengan Penalty. Kisara was happy she was smart enough to kill the Ogre after being declared the winner, thus, it was an altercation outside of the match. Still, whatever, or... Better said, WHOever Raian noticed, was bad news.

Back in Katahara's room, the Patriarch declared the Kure Clan was pulling out of the competition, and they will be refunding the money for the contract. Nogi was angry, but there was nothing that he said out of anger that could shake the old Kure leader - After all, no contract is above family. Edward Wu, despite being Toyoda Idemitsu's guest, had to be killed - It didn't matter that they were going to be direct enemies of the Worm or Purgatory - Nothing mattered, except revenge. The leader of the Wu main clan urged Erioh to hurry already - Though neither of the old men had any idea it would be the last time they ever see each other - A friendship stronger than anything earthly, yet death takes us all, and life was truly a harsh, cruel maiden.

"Ohma." Kisara called out to her lover. "I'm going after Raian. I'm worried about him." "You know well enough wherever that brat is, there is also danger, don't you?" the girl nodded, making her husband sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "I suppose I know his strength better than anyone. Fine, go ahead, if anything happens I'm sure he's well capable of protecting you. Still, I want you to run away and come get me if you get overwhelmed, alright?" "Knock on wood!" Kisara gulped with unease. "Still, I have my katana at me. Might as well use it if needed. Hopefully not though." she spoke, looking absent-minded towards the hall that might still be leading towards Raian's secret destination. "You know... For a little Psycho Brat like him, Raian has been a very important person in my life while you were, well... Dead. I owe him more than I'd like to admit. The least I can do is check on him. He may be physically stronger than most, but his emotional outbursts are going to lead to his downfall if he forgets to use that dumb brain of his." Ohma recalled the frequent voice and video calls that the two had during his stay at the village, and he almost felt himself cringing. The times Kisara would shriek her desperation into the sky, urged by the Kure brat, or when he'd encourage her to cry her whole weight in tears and irrigate a whole flower garden were the times when his resolve felt the weakest, and he wanted to run to her and reassure her he was still alive and very well.

He had been shocked to see how well a snotty brat like Raian could cope with Kisara's supposed loss of her fiance, and how self-destructive she got; Frankly, Ohma never imagined his death could impact her to such a degree, but to have the ultimate confession coming from her on a late night ( As the timezones were so damn screwed between Japan and whatever country she was in at that time ) that were it not for Raian, she would not have been able to smile again, let alone muster the strength to laugh; Get the strength to get out of the bed every day, no matter how hard it was to cope with the awful reality of the excruciating loneliness she had been feeling until not too long ago, and realise that perhaps there is still a reason to keep on going, to see the Sun rise just one more time, to see the starry night at least once more, or to take in the smell of the flora, or delight yourself with the thrill of the birds... It wasn't easy, but it wasn't impossible either. Not anymore.

In theory, the man had a lot to thank Raian for - Not only for being taken care of for so long, but being helped to train so thoroughly, and even for the tremendous emotional and moral support that he offered his most beloved person alive - But like hell was he going to thank that snotty brat. It would only get to his head. Perhaps one day, though, when he gets knocked off his high horse, and Ohma wins in terms of numbers at least, during their sparring matches.

Kisara noticed that Akoya went on for his fight, and considering she couldn't care less about his fight, nor of that flamboyant blond guy's, she abruptly turned to the rest of the Kengan fighters still remaining standing in their assigned chamber, and she threw them a leisure peace sign and a grin. "As the designated emotional support of the group, and also, the coolest fighter that Kengan has - It is my duty to wish you all fantastic matches, and tell you that I'm proud of you, no matter the outcome of your matches!" she spoke cheerfully, before sending herself off with a lazy military salute, imitating her Senpai. "I'm going to look after Raian. In theory, I should be back by the time Psy-Cop is done with his match. In practice, well... That honestly depends on what he's up to." "Hey, hold up--" Takeshi was the first to voice his concerns, as well as everyone else's. "You've already been attacked once, and you're a prime target for the Worms. I'm not sure you should go out there, all alone, even if it is Raian you're searching for." Kisara, however, winked at him dismissively. "Let me worry about that, okay, Best Friend~?" she blew him a kiss, before skipping outside, towards the hall. "You sure she's going to be fine, Tokita?" Ohma looked at the Kengan fighters, all of them present ( with the exception of the odd Masaki ) having become such indispensable parts of his wife's life, without whom she couldn't imagine her life; He, of all people, knew how much she would gush over all of them, in their own way, and how much she appreciates and treasures them, equally, for everything they did for her. Ohma shook his head at them, showing his uncertainty - But has danger ever stopped Kisara from going above and beyond when she had her mind set on something in particular? "I'll just hope Raian finds her before anyone else."

That wasn't the case though, for it wasn't Raian who found Kisara first, but the other way around - Not the way she expected to ever see him though. Raian was on the ground, beaten up to a pulp, and in a pool of his own blood, laying with his face down, like a pitiful, overused ragdoll. "R-Raian...?!" the girl gasped, falling on her knees besides him. "Raian, what the hell, get up!" who could have done this, she kept asking herself - Raian was one of the strongest men she's ever known; If even HE could get beaten up to such a degree, there is no way she would ever, in a million years, stand a chance against the assailants who could get him in such a state. How could she protect him, when he has always been her protector? It was Raian who protected her against Tanji three times, he who protected her during the coup, and he who was eager to help her instill her revenge against her parents, who betrayed her - And most of all, it was he who went out of his way to text her all the stupidest things that he heard, all to make her smile, as he knew very well the struggles she was going through. She could never repay this emotional debt she feels towards him, and especially, she could never reciprocate the way he did for her. "Raian, please, get up! Don't scare me like this!" she kept trying to shake his shoulders, but he wouldn't budge.

Suddenly, a few footsteps echoed casually towards her; Based on the look of the three men towering over them, they must be members of the Westward Faction - They were really scary, and their powerful pressure sent a chill down her spine. She almost felt death knocking on her door, just by the way they were looking at her. "To think Alan tripped over a pitiful pebble like this." the one dressed more casually was the first to speak. "I guess we expected too much of the kid. What do they say in manga at times like this?" the one dressed in a suit smirked at the other. "Hey, missy." the one wearing an animal print shirt lit up a cigar. He must be the leader, Kisara realised, based on how buff he was, and how overly confident he acted towards her. "Tuck your baby boy to sleep and tell him a nice story so he won't cry from getting a boo-boo playing with the big boys in the playground. By the time he wakes up, the world will have already changed." the woman dared say no word, simply settling for tightening her grip on the Kure and nodding almost meekly. Not only was she in a clear numeric deficit, but the power imbalance tipped the scales... From Heaven to Hell, an infinite distance.

As the trio turned around on their heels and began to walk away, the warm body that Kisara was touching disappeared, and Raian had rushed forward at unimaginable speed; And though one of those three kicked his foot backwards to slam the Devil in the face, the brat was grinning, having used his forearm as a shield. That was the only successful maneuver that Raian succeeded, however, as Solomon Wu slammed his body like a golem into his own, smashing him against the wall and easily avoiding the cutting palm that the brat attempted at his face, as Fabio grabbed him by the underarms, turning him into a punching bag for the former. "Those guys are my spares. I possess the ego of Wu Hei, thanks to Huisheng. Huisheng's a little tricky, you see - You could theoretically use Huisheng on the entire clan to mass-produce Wu Heis, but that'd just lead to anarchy, cause Wu Hei's personality doesn't like serving anyone else... Then again, if the successor dies, Huisheng stops there - So I need spares, like them." Kisara cringed painfully as she watched her friend get nasty punch in his pretty face, over and over, and the knuckles of Solomon Wu breaking his skin, splattering blood everywhere. "There's also Alan, who you killed, and one other, meaning there are five of me in the Westward faction; Though we call each other by names out of convenience. Oh, wait - Guess we're down to four." "PLEASE STOP IT!" Kisara yelled, throwing herself over Solomon's arm, and keeping her whole weight to block his elbow joint, and keeping one foot straight over Fabio knee, while the other was firmly planted on the ground, she was somehow capable of keeping the fist from connecting with his face. "LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOS!" The trio laughed in unison at the girl, only for Solomon to overpower her with such ease, and elbow her in the diaphragm, slamming her to the ground, far away from them. "Silly girl, you think you're a real fighter, just because you fooled around a little and beat up some guy from the very bottom of the barrel? How cute, ain't it?" Edward Wu taunted her, watching as she was coughing and wheezing on the ground to regain her proper breathing.

Raian took advantage of the moment everyone's eyes were away from him, and he broke free with the activation of Removal - With one swift move, he was able to launch a punch to one, and a kick to another; Yet not only were both parried, but with Edward joining, he got kicked down from three spots, at the same time. What a disgrace. "Now that's what I like to call Perfect Sync. We're all ME after all." Edward laughed, cigar still between his teeth. "You're mad, aren't you? Is it because we hurt your mummy crush? Or maybe you think it's unfair, baby boy - And you'd be god-damn-right that it's unfair, and we're gonna be unfair, and fight you three-on-one! We can begin with that lovely lady over there too, just to get a rise out of you." that cruel chagrin of his was quickly wiped off by none other than the Kure Patriarch, who came out of nowhere like the true Master Assassin that he was, and impaled Fabio with his sword from behind. "Make that Two-On-Two." the Mighty Demon, Kure Erioh, had arrived. Fabio wailed as his torso was ruthlessly stabbed, yet despite such an injury, he hadn't died - Instead, he growled in anger at having had his brother killed. What a mess of a monster.

Kisara thought the Kure were strong as hell, but these guys too... They were complete maniacs, to say the least, and very, very scary. Despite his best effort at releasing his Guihun at 100%, the Patriarch cut him in half, vertically, with a simple, swift move. Kisara had formally trained in kendo herself, yet she couldn't even dream of matching the elder's assassination and sword skills overall. For once in so long, her interest had been piqued, and she found motivation to learn something more, to push herself further, just like she trained with Hatsumi and Agito previously, and master, as much as possible, another fighting style. "Edward Wu, your head is mine." the old one spared no time to waste, as he lunged forward to attack, only to have Master Wu Xing, the Head of the Chinese branch of the Wu Clan, the Master of Phantasms, engage in a surprise attack - He avenged his uncle, and now, it was time to avenge his beloved.

"Stay behind me." Raian growled, pushing the red head behind him as he started properly fighting Solomon Wu, who wanted to break free and aid his other Wu Hei sibling. "Raian, be careful! Don't let that sucker provoke you!" Kisara exclaimed, only to see that he wasn't taking any advantage over his opponent, but instead, he remained in a platitude of evenness that irked her. "Raian, you're wasting energy on unnecessary movement! Get a grip already!" the brat was glaring like a monster at the foe before him, and he was getting distracted by the main fight of the three clan leaders. "RAIAN ---" "GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK ALREADY!" Raian roared, his voice resounding harshly through the halls as he kicked Solomon so painfully strong that he sent his foe in the direction of Erioh and Wu Xing. "HEY, GRAMPS!!! MOVE YOUR ASS!!!" like a cat, Solomon ended up on his feet, very close to the main Wu Hei iteration. Raian roughly grabbed Kisara's wrist, dragging her to the other two. "YOU, SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY AND KEEP SAFE!" he was outright fuming. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU ALL!!! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!" as if to anger the brat even more, Wu Xing and Erioh shared a look, and with a simple nod, they activated their secret techniques - Evidently, both with 100% capacity. "HEY, FUCK OFF, GRAMPS!!! HE'S MINE!!!" "Can it, whipper-snapper!" the Patriarch snapped at the boy. "Miss Kisara, if you will, please keep this brat away from this fight, he'll only get in our way." "A-Alright...!" thought the woman couldn't help but look with confused bewilderment at the old man, it was her turn to grab the boy's whole arm and cling on it. "Time to become a parasite. Sorry, kid." "What do we do? It's two on three now." clearly, Solomon wasn't counting the woman as an opponent. Great mistake for later. "What do we do? Simple!" Edward smirked at his counterpart spare. "We just bring them down to zero." what a simple reply, yet the execution was going to be hellish.

But Kisara couldn't, with her 50-something kilograms of a body, to stop the powerhouse of an unstoppable force that Kure Raian was, and though he was careful to shrug her off without hurting her, he was able to easily evade Solomon's punch by diving underneath his arm, and springing towards the Westward Faction leader himself only to get punched away with ease - She looked at the gargantuan man before her; She had a lot of very tall and well-built friends that towered over her like the Empire States Building, but the way he was glaring down at her made her afraid as never before. Oh, how she hated these fucking Worms.

The only thing she was able to witness was Edward Wu throwing away all three of his opponents with such ease that it was almost painful to witness. As Solomon turned his head to look at the three fallen opponents, Kisara quickly dug her hand inside her large pants pockets and found the opioids pills that she gulped down, and an adrenaline shot that she quickly injected in her body, and a lidocaine shot for her stitched up wound. With all the doses being a little over the superior parameter limit, she was sure, soon, she would be able to fight properly; Or at least serve as some sort of decoy. "You troglodytes are nothing like me. You've just witnessed the power of the conquerors, who've spread all across the world." she could see the way Edward smirked like the evil mastermind that he was, but her vision was getting blurry, and her mind was getting a little foggy - To be expected when engaging in a slight overdose of so many substances - They weren't even supposed to get combined, it made so sense whatsoever, but it was all she had, the very single bet she had. "It's high time you accepted death, losers." the woman yelped as she felt a merciless grasp oh her beautiful, long hair, roughing her to the ground to kneel. "Taking hostages, huh? You're an embarrassment, Solomon. You're supposed to be Wu Hei. Act like it." "Sorry." Solomon grumbled, his grip on her hair tightening. "Here, use this, have fun, but take care of the clean-up. I'll get us some 'legs'. Meet me outside when you're done." Solomon easily caught the knife that he was handed. "OI, LET HER GO, YOU FUCKING COWARD! COME FUCKING FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!" but Raian's eyes widened as, with a move as fast as gramps', Kisara slashed away at her hair as if she was some kind of Mulan going to war, and with a twist and two slices. "FUCK YOU! OHMA LOVED MY LONG HAIR, YOU GODDAM FUCKASS! NOW IT'S ALL CHOPPY AND UNEVEN!" came her first concern as she cut Solomon's body in half, before decapitating him and kicking his head towards Edward, like a soccer ball. "I DIDN'T FUCKING TRAIN FOR SEVEN YEARS TO CONTINUE BEING ALL OF YOU, FUCKERS', FUCKING DOORMAT!" Raian's seen Kisara angry enough times - In fact, he was sure he's seen more different emotions on her face than even her husband - But now, she was livid like never before. "I DIDN'T CHANGE EVERYTHING ABOUT MY FUCKING PATHETIC SELF, TO CONTINUE BEING TOUCHED BY THE FILTHY HANDS OF DISGUSTING WEAKLINGS LIKE YOU, EDWARD WU, OR ANY OF YOUR FUCKING WORMS!" her raw yells seemed to stir some kind of inspiration in Raian's heart. "I'LL GET RID OF EVERY FUCKING SINGLE ONE OF YOU! YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU'VE DONE TO US!" "Gah, give me a break. You're angry at the wrong people, missy. If it weren't for Xia Jing sending the Tiger's Vessel that heart, he wouldn't have come back at all. Without us, he'd be as dead as years ago! The way I see it, you ought to sell your very life, body and soul to us, as gratefulness!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE!" though her whole body was feeling so out of it that she was close to transcending through some kind of parallel universe, and her emotions were scorching with wrath and hysteria, she was able to see a familiar member of the Kure familiar, having come out of nowhere, a knife in his hand, ready to assassinate Edward Wu. Feigning muddle-headedness, Kisara sprung forward, pretending to slash at the enemy to offer Reiichi the opening he needed. Unfortunately for the both of them, the foe had senses them and easily immobilised them both with an iron grip on their weapon wrist. Kure Hollis also appeared out of nowhere, threatening Edward Wu, who had activated his Guihun, and throwing the two away, started throwing a barrage of punches at Hollis, who was easily drawn backwards - He couldn't release an output above 80%, and Reiichi's was even worse, at around 50%. There was no way either of them could accomplish anything at this rate. Everything remained on the trio's shoulders.

Neither of them gave up though, as one by one, Kisara, Reiichi, Hollis, and even Erioh and Wu Xing went ahead to attack the enemy, only to get tossed around like they were nothing. Reiichi seemed to have lost consciousness, whilst Hollis was stumbling, barely able to get up in a sitting position. The Patriarch had used himself as a sacrificial pawn for the Wu Leader to stab a needle in the artery of the foe... But it had failed. Kisara was the only one still continuing to get up, ever time she'd get swatted away like a fly, and thrown away like a broken porcelain doll - She couldn't feel the pain any longer, or rather said, she couldn't feel anything at all. She hadn't known the plan of the four prior to all this mess, nor that they catalogued themselves as 'Assassins', and they bet on provoking and baiting Raian to bad that he, the strongest Combatant of the Kure clan, would go so crazy that his powers would go beyond anything imaginable, including Erioh's in his prime.

Still, she needn't know the plan - She knew very well how Raian was so emotionally problematic that you could play him like a fiddle. She knew just how to get him to react so bad, that not even his own clan could recognise him. She watched as Edward Wu, with a rageful aura, snatched the needle from his neck and threw it to the ground. "Now you've done it. You've pissed me off for the last time. Pathetic! You're all just PATHETIC!" Wu Xing watched with wide eyes as his most potent poison wasn't kicking in. Hollis, unable to keep his eyes open from pain, growled, realising the opponent used Removal on his artery, and Reiichi, unable to get up from the ground, was unable to comprehend how their very old fossil of a grandpa was able to stand toe to toe with such a monster. Raian was still on the ground, and Kisara and Erioh alike could feel the dark aura emanating through him. "A single Removal user was able to defeat four of the same kind. Clearly, you don't need either Removal or Guihun or whatever the hell you call it to defeat a monster. You know what Ohma said once? Humans aren't so weak as to  need saving from heroes, or be incapable of defeating monsters." "Oh, really? Is that so?" Edward's maniac laughter would have made her run for the hills, if she wasn't so doped up on a shit ton of substances. "You think just because you killed Solomon, you can kill me too? How fucking stupid!" Kisara took off her blouse, feeling feint from the heat the turtleneck was causing her. "Oh, yeah? Fucking watch me, you fuckass. Some weak shit like you can't defeat me!" of course, she was bluffing, but it was the only way to get Raian so thoroughly fucked in his overly-emotional brain that he would snap beyond comprehension.

Every time she's rush at him, she'd get so easily countered, that it would have made her feel pathetic, were it not for the whole damn Kure clan being just as easily slapped away without even as much as a bead of sweat on his forehead. He picked her up and threw her to the ground, he roughed her up, he swatted her and even kept such a tight grip on her neck that he threatened to snap it like a dove's, only to break the concrete ground with her. Each time, however, Kisara got up, albeit, wobbly. She feared all the effects would wear off soon at this rate. "You really want to die, don't you, you stupid bitch? You doped up on all sorts of shit just to get to the same level as the weakest of either clan, but you don't compare even to scum. You're not a fighter, and you'll never be. You're being ridiculous - What are you trying to accomplish? You're giving these guys a break? The fossil's spine is broken, and all the others are weaker than children. I'll squish all of you, like the cockroaches you are - Starting with you, then that fucking brat--" "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE INSULT RAIAN EVER AGAIN!" the boy's eyes widened with shock at the unexpected turn of events. "I'M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO CALL RAIAN A FUCKING BRAT - BECAUSE HE'S MY FUCKING PSYCHO BRAT! MINE! HE'S MY BEST FRIEND! MY REASON FOR LIVING, MY PROTECTOR, MY FUCKING SAVIOUR -- A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOU DOESN'T GET TO SPEAK OF HIM!" what the hell had he done to garner such superlative compliments? He just made the girl laugh - And he hit on her all the time, while her husband was right next to him, and would hit him as soon as he hung up. He lied to her for almost three years about her husband being dead. "You call me weak and pathetic? Sure, go ahead, because that's what I am! Everyone knows I used to be a shut in who was afraid of people and lived on too much coffee and a meal per day. I used to never leave the house and only study all the time. I used to be the most pathetic thing, struggling to even open water bottles, damn it!" Kisara took a few deep breaths, her hands on her knees, unable to keep herself up straight. "But once I met Ohma, my whole life changed, you know? I found a reason to get out of bed and actually live. I have so many friends -- And they mean so much to me -- And my husband is back too -- I can't die here! Not you some fuckass like you! I can't die when Ohma's come from the dead!" "You're speaking as if you're some kind of irreplaceable beauty, how hilarious! EVERYONE is replaceable!" Edward laughed so loud that her ears were ringing from the echoing - But she yelled even louder. "I'M NOT FUCKING REPLACEABLE! I THOUGHT I WAS - I WAS SURE I WAS -- BUT I'M NOT!" she growled at him with such emotion that it made Raian tremble on the ground. "Who would call Hatsumi, Senpai? Who would be Tsuki-san's best friend? Who would play Mortal Kombat with lil bro Cos? Who would laugh at Akira for accidentally showing his nudes to his childhood best friends? Who would be Gaolang's personal cheerleader? Who would teach Agito about the real life? Who would Raian protect from all those fucking creeps - And of course - Who would be Ohma's little crybaby dumbass bookworm?!" though she tried to hide her face with her forearm, tears were streaming down her face, and the chopped up short hair was barely able to hide anything. "I DIDN'T SPEND DAYS IN A SHADY PUB FILLED WITH CREEPS JUST TO FIND A MAN I'VE NEVER MET IN MY LIFE AND HOPE HE CAN TURN MY LIFE AROUND! I DIDN'T SPEND YEARS OUT OF MY LIFE, COMPLETELY CHANGING EVERYTHING I STOOD FOR, JUST TO FIND MOTIVATION TO GET OUT OF BED EVERY MORNING BECAUSE I HATED MYSELF SO MUCH THAT I WANTED TO END MY EXISTENCE WITH EVERY SECOND PASSING!" "Ohoho, look at her, getting emotional! Let me help, then!" Edward grinned, lunging towards Raian, only for Kisara to defend him with her sword, slashing a small cut on his cheek, just under his eye, before forcing him to turn around so his back would be facing the Kure boy - Whenever he was ready, he'll have to hit - And HARD. "You don't get to touch him." Kisara sneered at him. "He's protected me all this time - And I'll never be able to repay him for everything that he's done for me - But though I've never told anyone - I admit, without him, I might have killed myself." Raian felt his breathing stop altogether, and the single attempt at getting up seemed to have ended in failure from shock. "I hadn't expected Ohma's death to strike me so hard - The suffering, the loneliness - I was so fucking alone, even more alone than before, that I had to ask Agito to force me out of the bed every day, because I wanted to do nothing but fucking weep every day and night." her raw, powerful voice turned into soft, desperate sobs. "Agito didn't understand why I was so upset, he just didn't get it  - And everyone else... Nothing worked... But it was Raian and his stupid ass texts and random video calls, and those fucking selfies, that put a smile on my face for the first time; Without him, I don't think I'd have gotten over the extreme self hatred that I had, all because of this -- And you think you have ANY right to shit on that boy? I'll fucking wring your neck if you dare even LOOK at him again!" "Fuck, you're really hilarious, aren't ya? If I knew I'd have so much fun, I'd have had the others over to have fun too! What a shame!" Edward bent down at the waist, closer to her height, but still towering over her? "You're wrong. The shame here is that, no matter what, I CANNOT get killed!" Kisara grinned widely, mimicking the Kure boy. "For one last time - I Want to play a game, y'know? Just one more time, I promise! So like --..." from the bottom of her lungs, and with all the screaming techniques Hatsumi taught her, Kisara shouted Raian's name so loud, that even the other Kure members thought their eardrums would rupture, only for the softest rumble of a chuckle to follow right after. "Will you teach me how to kill again?" inching her forearm further up, she lifted her uneven fringe to reveal her face, and the wicked expression from her face that seemed to piss the enemy off. "I'll teach you how to kill - By killing YOU!" before Edward could rush forward and destroy her, Kisara lunged forward to punch his liver, only for the enemy to get surprised with another powerful blow from behind; So powerful, in fact, that it even upped his own strength; And it worked in perfect sync with the girl's, as he hadn't been allowed any split second to react, before the two went in for another attack, from the opposite sides; This time, she threw a kick at his legs, whilst Raian punched at his face, and so on.

Reiichi and Hollis both could only stare, awestruck at the display before them - Yes, they knew Raian was a fucking monster of a man, but after they fought four on one and lost so pitifully, to be capable of completely fucking Edward Wu up, with the help of a simple, normal girl, who's dosed up on a shit ton of of different substances, just to keep herself up on her feet; A woman, incapable of using any secret technique, nor was she the creation of some ancient clan renowned for selective breeding of warriors, assassins and what not. She was just some girl who so randomly befriended the psycho brat of the Kure Clan, and somehow, got under his skin so much that she triggered his latent strength with her words and actions alone. "FUCK YOU -- BOTH OF YOU!" Raian roared through the place. "WHEN DID I ASK YOU TO PULL THAT SHIT?!" "You Goddamn cockroaches, why don't you stay down when you're beaten?!" but as Edward shrieked that, the two hit him with a punch in perfect sync, and with Kisara back in possession of her sword, she sliced at the enemy's torso, whilst Raian used his finger to assassinate and slash away at the artery, slicing half of his neck while at it, and to end the overkill, they both cut him clean from the other side also, watching as the pieced up remains of the once leader of the Westward Faction that was now on the ground, in a puddle of his own blood, like a chopped up fish.

Reiichi had been shocked out of his mind, still unable to get off the ground, seeing that Raian wasn't weeping on the ground anymore, beaten up to a pulp, whilst Wu Jing was shocked to see someone so strong, pounding at the enemy and not backing down at all. "You excessive strength breeds overconfidence, that's why you lost - And one more thing, remember when I said, if I were in my prime, you'd be Child's play to me, and this fledging you're fighting will one day surpass me in my prime... If he hadn't already." though exhausted and feeling his life slipping away from him, Erioh laughed from the ground he was laying on. "You never stood a chance."

Raian and Kisara both were panting with difficulty from the effort they put into this ultimate fight. "You took me out, I'll give you credit for that - But this is only the beginning of a massive party." Hollis was able to get up from the ground, and even support Reiichi up. "It's a shame, I wanted to join the party too." With a swift move, Raian punched his skull in, at the same time Kisara stomped the heel of her boot in his face. "Shut the fuck up and die already." though the boy had almost felt his legs give up from exhaustion, he had to catch her from falling. "You're a fucking dumbass." he growled lowly, helping her sit down and helping her rest on his side. "I just hope I won't be getting into hypovolemic shock, okay?" her chuckle was pained, though her mind was still fuzzy and muddled, getting off the medicine high. She hadn't realised she was drenched in blood as though it had rained crimson, or that the boy was holding pressure on her wound. All that over-exertion had taken a toll on her, but without the danger sensors of her body warning her that she was outright killing herself, she had no clue - And given the circumstances, she couldn't care less - Although, her body was getting weaker by the second, and it wasn't fun. "Give yourselves a rest, you idiots!" Hollis snapped, only to earn a curse from both of them, although he could barely hear the girl's voice. Her tired glare was enough of an answer. Wu Xing had taken off his darling locket and licked the picture of his beloved before holding it dearly to his chest, at peace now that he was able to instill his vengeance. Hollis and Reiichi looked at each other, saying they had to call the others so they could say their farewells to the Patriarch.

Karla was the quickest one to kneel besides her grandpa, holding his hand lovingly, whilst Ohma was frozen to the spot, his brain incapable of comprehending the sight before him. Why was Gramps dying? Why were all the Kure in such a horrific state, and why was Kisara looking more dead than alive, and painted scarlet with blood? The youngest Kure reassured the old man that all the Worms hiding in the arena were mostly captured, while the others were being hunted down by Uncle Horio at the moment. Hollis was the one entrusted to handle the rest. "Did you know about this, Fusui?! Why didn't you stop him?!" "OHMA!" Karla exclaimed his name, urging him to shut up already. "Grandfather's decisions are final." "Ohh, you're here, great grandson-in-law." the Patriarch chuckled, only to receive the same reply as before. "I told you I'm already married." Ohma sighed, his fists clenched, pained to be see the old man in such a  state. "Ever the jokester, aren't you?" Erioh chuckled tiredly. "Tread carefully - If my hunch in correct, you're contending with a foe that's far beyond you." he was met with a graveyard silence. "Raian, I suppose you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to stay out of this, but you couldn't have defeated Edward Wu on your own; You needed not only us, but your future wife also, poor darling; So improve yourselves together - Surpass yourselves, and be of help to Ohma." "Fuck you, Gramps. You just had to get one last lecture in, huh?" Raian scoffed, only to have his head pulled to rest on the girl's chest, his hair being patted and played with. "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll be taking care of this little Psycho Brat." Kisara chuckled tiredly. "Katahara's going to be very upset with you." "I couldn't let him die before me, could I?" he chuckled. "I know you will, Miss Kisara. And you will be a great wife some day. I know I had the right hunch when I saw you that day, ready to take the whole world in your hands." the old man's praise made her smile with gratefulness. "You can't give up yet, Gramps! I'll go call Hanafusa - He can save you!" Ohma desperation was met with an exhausted smile from the Patriarch. "Ohma... It's too late for me." came his last words. "I wish you all the best."

The graveyard silence that took over them was disturbed only by the soft weeping of Karla, who was being embraced by Fusui, though even she could barely bite away her tears. The uncomfortable silence had urged Kisara to use Raian's shoulder as propping to get up to her feet and stumble to her husband and cling on his arm. He looked down at her and noticed her gesturing for him to leave with her, allowing the family to mourn the passing of their beloved Patriarch. He helped sustain her weight and hey went down the hall from where they came from, only to be surprisingly meeting with Rei and Hatsumi, who seemed to have finished a round of intense fighting themselves, and a tall and buff man with shades, wearing a white suit and a fedora, expensive and luxurious, and he was jovially grinning. Kisara shuddered lightly, seeing the similarity between him and Edward Wu, but there was none of the malice.

"Oh, dear. I suppose I won't be getting my bonus for combat, will I?" was he also some kind of combat assassin, she wondered. Ohma shook his head. "Hey now, forget fighting - Angel, what the hell happened?" Hatsumi rushed to her side with a handkerchief, wiping away the caked blood and sweat from her face. "Well... The Worms were tougher than we anticipated." she muttered, her eyes glazed over and a little unfocused. "How's Erioh?" Kisara and Ohma shared a look, before shifting their gaze down. "He sacrificed himself to help us kill the leader of the Westward Faction. There's only one left, and in hiding." Kisara was the one to speak what Ohma couldn't. "Hey, Senpai? Can you take me to Hanafusa? This time, I actually think I'm getting into decompensatory shock... And I don't want to get in the fourth and last stage." her broken smile made the man frown, though he spared no second to pick her up and do as instructed. "Why didn't you let Tokita take you? I thought you'd be glued to him." that ditzy smile of hers made him realise he was right. "Let him mourn. Erioh took care of him for years. He's upset and needs some time for himself." she spoke simply. "And I really think I'm dying." "What did you get yourself into?" Hatsumi sighed, placing her on the bed. "Well... I couldn't let Raian die, could I?"

As Hanafusa took intensive care of the girl, it was up to Ohma and Karla to go to the partying Kengan members and informed them of the World Changing blow that just happened, under their noses. Kisara, however, was content just being half-asleep and speaking all sorts of non-sense to her Senpai whom she missed so much - She even called him a jerk for leaving her so alone for three years, though he knew it was just the unconscious sadness and loneliness speaking, and she wasn't actually upset at him - Especially after following up with whatever stupid gossips that she found out from Raian some time ago. This time, at least, she very gladly accepted the fluidotherapy, but it wasn't enough, and the I.V. bag of isotone crystalloids helped little with her condition. She needed a blood transfusion - Time for all her friends to get a quick blood test, huh?

It was already evening when Ohma came over to her and slumped in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand, watching the blood getting in her bloodstream. "You could have died." "Nahhh, no way." she grinned, happy that her body wasn't bloody, sweaty and dirty anymore. "I just got you back - There's no way I could've let myself die, y'know?" "My feelings for you didn't save me back then." he grumbled grimly, making her sigh dramatically. "Hey now, what's with you? Enough of this." she grabbed him by the shirt, urging him to get in bed with her. "Let's change the subject. For example - Do you still think I'm pretty, even with short hair? I think our hair is about the same length now. I hope it grows fast." "You dumbass, of course I still think you're pretty." he shook his head at her childishness, though it was very appreciated. "Aww, you're such a sweetheart!" she snuggled into his side, though the arm receiving the blood was awkwardly extended to the side. After a few good minutes of silence, Ohma spoke again. "You never did tell me what you put in my bloodstream back then, when you found me." he said, making her raise her head slightly. "I remember having the inside of my elbow bandaged up, and some bag hanging from the ceiling." "Ah, well -- Basically, the same thing that I'm receiving right now, to aid the body after losing blood. I'm thinking that maybe you didn't really need anything I did to you, but I was panicked, okay?" she smiled tenderly at him. "Though, I don't really regret it. You got better really damn fast. I was happy - Whether it was from what I did, or your fantastic body, it didn't matter to me." "I did feel fine." he nodded his head in agreement. "It must be what you did. Or at least, I've convinced myself that's the truth, and I'm fine with that knowledge." "I gave you my blood too, you know." Ohma's eyes bulged from the shock. "I never did tell anyone... But I was afraid. You had lost a lot of blood... Though that might have been from the water on the ground too; And you were very pale and cold. Dad used to have some old emergency tools, for historical purposes, and I tested your blood, just to be sure - And I transferred my blood to you." "You're kidding." Kisara shook her head. "You're insane, woman. You're insane." "Yes, well... I guess that's why you love me, huh?" she chuckled lightly. "Soulbound and Bloodbound, huh?" "Why did you never tell me?" she simply shrugged. "You never asked, did you?" the look he gave her made her chuckle - He was adorable. "I don't deserve you. I never did." he sighed, his embrace tightening slightly. "I'm really sorry for leaving you in the dark. I regret letting you go after Raian, but I also owed him for supporting you while I couldn't. I was always there - I needed to hear your voice, to see you - But it hurt, seeing you so upset all the time. I wanted to go to you, but I was so afraid you'd get targeted by those fuckers" "Oh. Right." Kisara cleared her throat awkwardly. "I, uh... Hoped you wouldn't know. I'm ashamed." she smiled wryly. "But, uh... It's no big secret that I'm so in love with you, and without you I was so damn alone, that it hurt to breathe. It hurt so much that I got in an even worse depression than before you met me, and I wanted to die so bad - At least in the first year and a half or so.  I don't think I was able to thoroughly enjoy my travels. I forced myself to imagine getting in a relationship with any of my friends, especially Agito who was physically there daily -But I couldn't. Every time I tried, I would still see your face every time, so I gave up. Thank goodness you're alive though, I don't know how long I'd have been able to keep on going." "My God, you're pathetic, you little crybaby." he cradled her up in his arms, kissing her face all over. "It was hell without you. It's fine though. I'm back and ready to hold your hand and guide you through everything - Properly, this time. As your husband." "Whoaaa~! So romantic~!" she chuckled, nuzzling into his chest. "When's the wedding?" "You said you liked Spring, didn't you? When the Cherry trees blossom." she felt herself swooning. "Oh my God, I love you so much."

A few days after the Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament, the funeral for Kure Erioh took place in the Village. It was a beautiful funeral, and so many people came to pay their respects. Though Ohma hadn't a suit, he was able to borrow one from Hollis. It must have been really hard on him. Kisara let him and Karla mourn, while she tried to comfort Raian, somewhere far away, alone, in some corner where he was punching away trees and what not. He needed her emotional and moral support, almost just as much as she needed him, prior to all of this damn mess.

Three months passed since the funeral, and Ohma was called over by Koga to train and spar together - Of course, there was no one better to learn from but the ultimate Champion - And someone with a fighting style so similar to his best friend, Ryuki's - So he could understand him better. Ohma praised him for having started his fighting career properly - But Ohma couldn't outright go back to fighting yet - He promised Kisara he'd remain relatively unscathed for a whole two years, until their wedding - She wanted her long hair back after all, and in a little over a year, her long hair was going to shine as gorgeously as ever; His Majesty. Until then, however, he was dragged over to travel to whatever place she wanted to see - Well, he couldn't complain, it was actually fun; Though his favourite part of every trip was trying out the local cuisine. Dork.

Their wedding was everything that Kisara ever dreamt of, and she had the prettiest dress there was; With her hair so long and slightly wavy, and so many flowers put in it, she looked like such a Princess. She had Sayaka as her Maid of Honour, and Kaede, Rin, Elena, Rino, Fusui and Karla were her bridesmaids. There were many options for the Best Man, but they both agreed to have Raian the Psycho Brat as the ultimate man, though of course, all of her other friends were the grooms' men - And Inaba Ryo was the ring bearer, and he was so cute! Hatsumi was the most drunk of them all, and was clinging and laughing at a tipsy Wakatsuki and Rei, though everyone was having fun and drinking, even Cos, who was being urged to drink by Kureishi, his master. Retsudo wanted to help with the photoshoot, but Katahara was the life of the party, and even photo-bomb most of the pictures, much to everyone's amusement. Koga had fun playing the DJ, and had some help from Ryuki, as they were the youngest attendees, but Saw Paing was the loudest and most cheerful supporter of everyone there. Agito was, by far, the most out of place, but he had Misasa and Rolon by his side to ease him up - A drunk Agito was hilariously adorable even! And Kisara was happy that it was thanks to Agito that they could create a sort of bridge between Kengan and the sane Purgatory fighters they once fought. Medel was chatting up wth Gaolang, Kaneda and Himuro, while Seki was having a drinking contest with Jurota, Nitoku and Adam. All of Katahara's bodyguards, including the Heavenly Wolves also, and the Kure clan was invited over to have fun, but, without a doubt, the happiest for the wife and groom was Yamashita Kazuo, followed by his two sons. The old darling was crying and snotty, saying all of his best wishes... But as soon as Mokichi announced the moment everyone was waiting for, Kisara threw her arms around Ohma's neck with a small squeal and pulled him in the most passionate and loving kiss they've ever shared - He hummed in amusement, his arms holding her tightly in a tender embrace, and everyone whistled and cheered for them, throwing flowers and what not.

If only things could remain so beautiful and jovial as the day of her Wedding, for just about each and every one of her friends, but unfortunately, there was only so long she could allow herself to keep ignorant of the Worms still lingering like a plague around Japan, and even the whole world, when they keep pulling terrorist attacks around Rome, or try to infiltrate the underground - But it was time for a well deserved punishment. Xia Ji, especially, was going to feel that on his own skin...

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Anybody else just been in such a frigged up spot that you just had to laugh?

Lord knows this had me laughing way too hard

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BABY HAVE A NEW SCAR ....

THE SWORD

THE COAT

I think Raian is on a destruction mode and won't stop till all is done ...

I am happy but worried

Gramps Erioh said Raian will surpass him at his prime and that means Raian might have unlocked something beasty after being defeated by Gilbert a year back, when he retreated at the mountains..

All I know, is that Raian is back with only one mission and I hope he won't get killed ...

YALLLL WHAT YOU THINK ???? TALK TO ME

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Headcanons: Kengan Men Falling in Love with you / Confessing

P.S. Gaolangs' is a little long I know...sorrryyyy

Ohma Tokita

• Had no idea what the hell love was. He's rarely experienced attraction, but love ?

• Meets you, immediately gets a smile on his face because he appeared behind you and saw how cute you looked when you got startled by him.

• You were working for Kazuo when you two met. Right before the Annihilation tournament.

• At first, he'd be the one teasing you because of how jittery you were around him. But that changed as soon as you got to know him.

• Ohma was a good looking, strong willed, yet thoughtful man. You admired him with all his flaws included. You fell in love when you two accidentally made eyecontact after he had one a fight. He gave you a smirk and all you could do was feel the heat rise to your face.

• What's this? His heart beats faster when he's near you, he wants to be with you 24/7. Can see a future with you?

• Kazuo tells him it's love.

• Yup it's love.

• Niko, a passionate lover of women, failed to elaborate what love was to him. So he goes to Kazuo for answers.

• Is very conflicted on what to do. He doesn't want to picture a life without you, but also confused about what you think of him.

• He confesses first, albeit in his own unique way. Aka you and him were teasing eachother and he accidentally admits that he wants a future with you.

• You, feeling the same way, ask him to close his eyes. He obliged, and you took that chance to kiss his bruised cheek. Also admitting that you felt the same way

• Never been happier in his life. Now its his turn.

• "Can I do something?" You nod. He pulls you in by your waist and kisses your lips as best as he can.

• Not bad for his first kiss, not bad at all.

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• Love at first sight kinda guy. Can't help it

• Sees you and is immediately head over heels, face first in the ground, on his knees pleading in love with you

• One sided, you hardly know this dude and are taken aback by his strong advances.

• He doesn't give up on you, takes every chance to flirt ask you out, compliment you

• He eventually notices that he's not as attracted to other women anymore, seems like he's got his sights set on you.

• You can't help but also fall in love with him after a while. He's such a dork. Always excited to see you, always thinking of you. You can't help but sigh and accept your feelings

• You see him change his approach to flirting, instead of coming off strong he comes off more sincere.

• You accept when he asks you out on a date

• End of the date. It seems he's planned this whole thing out very thoughtfully. You had a genuinely good time and felt your heart skip a beat when he looks at you with a smile

• He confesses first, but he knows what he's doing this time. Holding your hand with a blush on his face, he lists everything he admires about you.

• You interrupt him, ready to cry at how well that pulled on your heart strings. You confess as well.

• There's a moment of soft silence between the both of you.

• He picks you up and spins you around while joyously laughing. You hug him back as he spins you. Nothing in your life ever felt quite as right as this.

Raian Kure

• Enemies/Rivals to Lovers.

• You were a family friend of the Kures and Erioh had offered to train you. Both you and Raian were in your mid-teens

• You two couldn't STAND eachother. Constant bickering over who was the better fighter. He threw insults and you threw them back

• Sometimes your insults were so good they impressed him. He caught himself smiling sometimes when you two had a screaming match. Damn, you were good.

• You developed feelings first, maybe a year after you two met.

• As you two got older, Erioh saw the bond between you and hounded Raian to make you his S/O.

• Erioh made him realize his feelings.

• Raian got noticeably more protective of you while also getting on your nerves. It confused you at first.

• The whole family knew about your dynamic with Raian at this point, even Karura supported you guys getting together

• After several years, you two were adults and STILL weren't together

• As you two were bickering while sparring as per usual, one thing lead to another and-

• "I love you, you fucking idiot" "I love you too you shit sniffing douchebag"

• You had him pinned down, both panting as you finished your thoughts to eachother. Starring at eachother while sweating

• Grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips onto yours. One kiss turned into a rough makeout session, the two of you fighting for who got to be on top. It lasted an hour before the both of you said anything to eachother. Afterall, you guys had years of romantic tension.

• With his lips swollen, neck covered in bite marks, he gives you a teethy smile. "About fuckin' time we said something, huh?"

Gaolang Wongsawat

• You write and run an extremely popular article/blog about the latest and greatest fights and fighters.

• You're well respected among the community, let's say that.

• You hear about the Thai God of War, it piqued your interest so you book a flight to Thailand to see the heavy weight boxing championship.

• King Rama spots and instantly recognizes you. Calls one of the security guards to bring you over to the Royal Suite viewing area.

• Wants you to meet Gaolang and exchange numbers so you can write an article about him. Something about it bringing more tourists. I mean, that was your plan in the first place.

• After the fight is over, King Rama escorts you to the locker room. And there he is, sitting on a bench with a towel over his shoulders. Sweating, but not harmed like his opponent. You have to tell yourself not to stare too much.

• King Rama introduces you, Gaolang nods and agrees to meeting up at the palace so you can interview his properly. Long story short, you have his number now.

• A day after, you and him stroll in the royal gardens. You scribble things down in your notepad about him, but half of the time you're admiring how handsome he looks.

• Of course you catch feelings first.

• His voice makes you weak in the knees, and the way he says your name makes you wanna turn into a puddle.

• The interview was a success, the two of you say your goodbyes.

• You text him a thank you, and he responds with "It was a lovely experience chatting with you. I hope to read your article soon". Major butterflies as you slide down in you plane seat.

• Another texts appears as soon as you land- " Will you coming back to Thailand for any other fights? "

• Is this what you thought it was? You responded with a "maybe, it depends"

• Things escalated from there, weeks later you've booked another flight back to Thailand to see him fight again. And then again just to see him. Soon he was paying for your flights. You stayed for weeks on end.

• It started more as a fling, he felt attracted to you the more you texted him.

• He is a certified yearner. Every second you weren't around he was thinking about you.

• It was your last day in Thailand before heading back. He had taken you to a private beach to spend the remainder of your time together. You both were in the water as the sun set in the distance.

• He held you up against him while your legs wrapped around his hips. Holding onto your thighs tightly while your arms were secured around his neck.

• "You mean everything, stay here with me. I don't think I can bear the thought of you leaving again" he mumbled into your lips breathlessly.

Yoroizuka Saw Paing

• You are an aspiring artist looking to explore the villages in Japan. Hoping to capture the essence of them and learn their cultures.

• You heard of The Village of Dawn in Kyushu, and ventured out into the mountains.

• You found it with the power of sheer will, it was actually pretty easy since you started to hear something like battle cries coming from within the forest.

• The people were quick to accept you, they honored your cause and learning the culture. The Chief lead you around, showing you various traditions.

• "SHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" A voice boomed, almost shaking you off your feet. The Chief chases after you as you go off in the direction of the voice

• There he was, harshly swinging his head into plates of pure stone. You had never seen anything quite like it. The Chief introduces him as Yoroizuka Saw Paing, the villages' representative fighter.

• Saw Paing turns around with an unyielding smile, and a big red spot where he'd headbutt. You knew from the start that he'd most likely be the subject of your painting.

• He is overjoyed to see a person from the outside care about his village and people. Thinks what you're doing is awesome.

• You eventually get used to his loud voice and personality as you follow him around, sketching his various poses and facial features.

• He catches feelings first. He's never gotten this much attention from a someone before.

• "Hey (Reader) watch this!" "(Reader) look what I can do!" Saw really likes showing off for you, like a lot.

• Keeps you in the back of his mind when training, and it only makes him smile more.

• He is so dumb, but so lovable. Just thinking about his big dumbness in general makes you kick your feet and squeal into a pillow

• It's the day of one of his fights, he vows to fight for his village and for you.

• He hears you cheering him on, and that only fires him up more.

• Of course he wins. He leaps out of the ring and runs straight to you, sweeping you off your feet. Infront of the whole crowd, he kisses your lips with a fiery passion of what was to be expected of the strongest Lethwei fighter the world had seen.

Kanoh Agito

• Has never experienced attraction or love for anybody or anything (besides hot baths)

• Katahara Metsudo hired you as a body guard, that's when he met you. It was rare for him to hire bodyguards, as that wasn't his usual way of finding protection.

• Didn't think much of you at first, like he did with all the other people he meets unless they impress him in some way.

• If you're a woman, he'd expect you to be more 'fragile'. He hasn't really seen a female fighter before.

• Either way, you unknowingly prove yourself to him by saving Sayaka from assailants. Your moves were swift and precise, and you were able to defeat them without leaving a huge mess.

• Not only that, but you showed no fear when it came to him. The other body guards remained wary and cautious around him, while you didnt seem to care.

• You treated him like a human. Which was new coming from someone he didn't consider family.

• As a man of few words, he felt like he could have real conversations with someone. He opens up about his past, like the human Gu ritual.

• He gets his first hug ever from you. And he, awkwardly, tries to return it.

• For a few days, he thinks about what happened between the two of you. He tells Metsudo about how he feels around you. Metsudo laughs "Well then, tell (Reader) everything you told me"

• He avoids you for a while, which leaves you a bit conflicted and hurt because you really did care about him.

• He finally pulls you aside and repeats what he said to Metsudo. "I have a...strong regard for you"

• You laugh and he gets confused. "So you're saying you love me then?" You tilt your head.

• Love. That's the word. Love. He nods while humming. You smile at him, you never really considered him as a love interest. But that could definitely change. "Then say it, say it with no fear. There's nothing holding you back"

• Now that he had the words, he breathed deeply and looked you in the eyes. "I...love you"

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• The two of you met at the training gym most Kengan fighters frequented. You were new so he kept a close eye on you.

• You asked him for a spot on the squat rack, which he happily obliged. You were clearly experienced and didn't seem to need a spot with how easily you lifted without failing.

• From then on, it was small conversations here and there. Small greetings then going on with training.

• He garnered a very small crush because of how dedicated you were to coming and working on yourself.

• Honestly, he started getting distracted. Even when he was bench pressing 1000 pounds he zoned out while looking at you.

• Dropped a weight on Okubos foot while watching you practice striking a punching bag.

• He wanted to get to know you more, so he asked for you to be his part time Gym buddy. Of course he couldn't replace Okubo, he'd be heart broken.

• You couldn't keep up with him when it came to weights, but he could definitely jog with you and teach techniques when it came to fighting.

• Lihito and Okubo watch him closely as his usual mature and tough personality clearly was absent when he was with you. "You leaving us bro?" "Don't tell us you're in love!"

• Wakatsuki didn't care what the others thought. No one had ever made him feel this way, especially at his age.

• Asks you out on a date. You had such a deep admiration of him, so you accept. You could definitely see yourself with him.

• One date lead to another, then another, then another. People thought you were official, but nothing had ever been said between you two about becoming a thing.

• He was so nervous, way more nervous then when a fight was about to start. He almost sweat through his nice dress shirt while you sat accross from him, talking about whatever. Today was the day he wanted to ask you the question.

• He'd completely crushed and bent the silverware in his grip like it was tin.

• Quite literally shaking, he loosened his collar and bit the bullet. "I knew from the first day I saw you that I couldn't love anyone else the way I love you" he swallowed. "Please, be mine"

• Your heart lept out of your chest. His golden-brown eyes looking into yours, pleading for a response.

• "Of course I will" You placed your hand on his.

• His shoulders visibly untensed. He took your hand in a gentle hold and kissed your knuckles repeatedly, his way of thanking you.

#kengan ashura #kenganverse #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #lihito #raian kure #gaolang wongsawat #kaolan wongsawat #saw paing #kanoh agito #wakatsuki takeshi #x reader

[bokutosbiceps]

‘tis the season | kengan ashura

gaolang wongsawat/kanoh agito/kure raian/tokita ohma x gn!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit + obviously cursing bc rai is involved my piece of shit man

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the kengan boys !! as usual, i chose to write for my fav men. it was sooo hard to decide wtf raian would do because he would refuse to do any of these activities but i think what i chose fits him p well LOL.also I’M SORRY OHMA’S IS SO SHORT BUT I THINK IT’S CUTE, m’kay, so pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

gaolang wongsawat finds going to the christmas market with you to be the perfect way to spend his evening. the first stop that you two will make, which is a must, is the coffee stall. he’ll pay for both of your coffees and tip the stall attendant just a little bit extra since he’s feeling the holiday spirit. then he’ll tuck his hands into his pockets and you’ll thread your arm through his and thus begins your journey through the stalls.

gaolang holds you close as you trudge through the market, appreciating all of the pretty stalls decorated with lights and tinsel. you two will stop at every single food stall, and gaolang insists on sharing all of his food with you. he thinks it’s cute the way that your smile reaches your eyes and scrunches your nose when you bite into something that’s hot and tasty.

otherwise, it’s mostly silent, save for the quiet murmur of the crowd around you and your excited comments at anything cute your eyes may land on. gaolang is silently taking note of these things, because he will be coming back to the market without you to buy you each and every one of whatever you showed any interest in. 

kanoh agito is a man of many, many talents, including chopping down the christmas tree for your shared abode. you and kanoh make the long drive up to the mountains to pick out your tree, and you stand back and let your eyes rake over you man while he swings his axe against the poor tree of your choosing.

he sheds his coat and his long sleeve, leaving him only in a tank top to allow for full range of motion, spits into his hands, and grabs the axe like his life depends on it. agito, all rippling muscles, swings the blade of the axe against the tree like a pro, using his hips to add extra power into his swing until the tree is hanging on by a mere, woody thread.

“were you a lumberjack in a past life, babe?” you joke as you watch him tie the tree down to the hood of your car with twine.

“lumber…jack?” agito doesn’t stop what he’s doing but he throws a questioning glance over his shoulder at you. you giggle, remembering that this towering hunk of man still has much to learn about the world around him. you walk up to his side and give the twine a good tug to ensure that it’s secure before turning around and leaning your back against your car.

“don’t worry about it. you were just chopping down this tree like such an expert, i thought maybe you’d done this in a past life.” you watch as agito shrugs his layers of clothing back on and comes back over to you, leaning on the car next to you.

“i’m surprised you noticed my axe technique since you were too busy ogling me.” agito smirks at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. you gasp in fake embarrassment.

“i don’t know how i’m supposed to resist! you took off your coat on purpose!” you tease.

agito just chuckles and leans down to place a kiss to the top of your head, whatever you say, doll.  

kure raian’s least favorite thing about moving back into kure village is the fact that he is required to decorate the house with christmas lights. erioh gets on his ass, starting in september, to remind him that he must decorate his villa to keep the village looking nice and uniform for the holidays.

“the fuck do i care about uniformity and niceties? we’re fucking assassins, not little ass elves.” raian grumbles as he untangles the string of lights. he continues to mutter and and whine while he fights with the cord and you’re watching in pure delight as you lay out the corny, tacky decorations you bought for the front yard.

raian brings the ladder down from the garage wall with one arm, his muscle flexing and relaxing as he brings it to the spot under the peak of the roof. 

“get over here and hold the ladder for me.”

“can i get a please?” you raise your eyebrows at him, knowing full well you’re in dangerous territory as it is.

“i ask my bitch to do something for me and i get lip?” raian huffs a laugh, throwing his head back in an exaggerated manner. “just get over here before i lose my shit.” 

you laugh and obey your husband, dutifully holding the ladder steady while he quickly and cleanly hangs the lights on the edge of the roof. you’re surprised at how efficiently raian works, and how it actually doesn’t look like shit when he’s finished.

“i’m proud of you, rai.” you smile at him and press a quick kiss to his lips when he comes down from the ladder. despite the annoyed frown on his lips, he’s quick to snake his arms around the small of your back as he looks up at the roof, seemingly proud of his work. he nods in satisfaction before turning back to you.

“now, why don’t we go back inside and you can show me just how proud you are, hm?” raian’s hand drifts down the small of your back till it reaches the top of your butt. you just shake your head and smack his hand away. 

“we’ve still got the yard to decorate, stud.”

tokita ohma is okay with the holidays, because the holidays mean it’s gonna get cold, and the cold means you’re gonna turn on the fireplace, and turning on the fireplace means he will be napping by the fireplace. ohma really only finds it comfortable enough when you’re with him, though, so he’ll wait for whenever you’re not busy to pull you onto the carpet in front of the fireplace.

he wraps his body around you, tucking your head underneath his chin and bringing his knees up behind yours to effectively keep you trapped. lastly, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and pulls you backwards until you’re flush against his firm chest.  he lets out a deep and content sigh, and you can imagine that his lips are curled upward into a soft smile as he closes his eyes.

“don’t leave, ‘kay?” he mutters before letting out another sigh. you chuckle softly at his request, wondering how on earth you’d ever even be able to escape the strong embrace of your lover. but it’s not like you’d want to anyways.

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[zee-writes-and-draws]

Could I request Raian being hit on by like a cute lil gyaru type of girl out of nowhere that is like both a really big fan of him and wants to literally have his kids. Like literally yandere for him. Like how karla is with ohma, I’d love to see how he’d handle such a situation. NSFW/SFW either one works for me👀

He would shove her into a steel wall, face first.

If she lives, he rips her heart out and punts her corpse to the dogs.

The thing y'all don't seem to understand is that Karla isn't actually all that into Ohma, she's only attracted to his strength because she believes he's the strongest available (I'll concede that she probably also thinks he's aesthetically attractive, but even then, she has an idolization issue because her family is established to push Kures with higher emission rates to marry into the strongest families possible.). Ohma sure as shit isn't into her, and is shown to be annoyed by this sort of fangirl behavior. You're somewhat delusional if you think Raian would react any better, sorry. But I'll try to humor this.

Actual Hcs:

He's not gonna be into some loser who has nothing better in life than to thirst after him.

If she's at all strong, he'll fight her. If she loses and dies, she wasn't worthy anyways, and he'll just be annoyed that she doesn't put up a good enough fight.

If she wins (and therefore lives), he'll briefly experience a character development arc and several existential crisises (crises? crisodes?) before either banging her because Erioh forces him to and then punting off the responsibility of raising the kid to the clan or killing her in a sneak attack and never thinking about it again.

Either way, he's not gonna be in love with her anytime soon, sure as hell not if she's stalking him and talking about babies constantly. If he's particularly merciful and doesn't kill her, he might do something especially petty and punch her to destroy her womb exclusively so he can gloat about how he took her dream away.

#y'all know he'd actually hate this sort of woman right #capital h Hate #raian kure #kure raian x reader #kengan ashura #kenganverse #hcs

[x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x]

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 1: Shut up, Raian

“Oi brat, wake up.” A large fist rapped on the Japanese-styled door separating the man and his neighbor; the occupant still fast asleep on the other side. He waited impatiently for a few seconds before knocking again.

“Hey,” Ohma Tokita raised his voice this time, eye twitching slightly as the sound of Kure Raian’s intense snoring somehow increased in volume.

Noisy idiot.

It was the middle of the night, the only light illuminating the room was thin, slivers of silver moonshine slipping through the curtains. The lithe fighter had about all he could take from his neighbor’s incessant snoring, if it could even be called that. It sounded like a motor engine malfunctioning, dying down every now and again only to suddenly start back up. Raian woke him up three times already, three times in the last five hours, and at this point he was on the verge of throttling him in his sleep. 

As expected, Raian wasn’t exactly the quietest roommate, but it wasn’t exactly like he had much of a choice. The main Kure mansion was mostly full, with the only room left at the end of this hallway a joint room next to Raian. Ohma could guess why his room was the only one unoccupied. Raian, the troublemaker that he was, liked to train late at night, meaning midnight or after, and oftentimes Ohma could hear him smashing something at one in the damn morning, a peal of his familiar cackling laugh piercing his peaceful slumber. For the sake of the old man Erioh who let him live there without rent, he grit his teeth and bore with it. And boy was it hard sometimes.

There’s free food here, Ohma reminded himself. Free food and all the strong fighters anyone could wish for. 

The first day he had moved in after his surgery he had found Raian squatting and looming over him at three a.m., staring down at him with a silent, toothy grin on his face right next to his futon. Ohma never thought there would be anyone weirder than Kiryu Setsuna until then, and in a sleepy haze he threw a sloppy punch that Raian easily dodged. And then that fucker proceeded to jump out his window. In his defense, Ohma was still a bit woozy from the medication for his heart and wasn’t expecting Raian of all people to break into his room, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have missed his target. Karla he had expected, which was why he made sure everything was locked down before he went to bed. But somehow Raian had managed to get through the locks without a sound and then proceeded to leer at him like a stalker.

Regardless, Ohma had grown accustomed to his weird habits as he himself was not exactly normal. But these past two days Raian had begun snoring loudly and constantly, and he was at the end of his rope. Or else he wouldn’t be standing in front of the backdoor, freezing in the chilly winter night in nothing but his boxers.

Damn, Ohma growled as Raian let out a particularly loud rumble, opting to just break the lock and deal with him before he was sentenced to another sleepless night. 

The bolt snapped easily under the pressure of his hand, the door creaking softly as he slid it open, revealing Raian spread-eagle on his back in the middle of the room. Somehow the demon Kure had migrated from his bed to the floor during the night without waking up, mouth parted and drooling.

The wool blankets were strewn around him, tangled around his powerful legs and barely covering what Ohma assumed was his naked groin.

Really? During the winter? Ohma sighed.

He let out an irritated huff and padded towards the younger fighter, nearly tripping over multiple items thrown haphazardly on the floor. Nudging him with his foot, Raian just snorted and rolled over to the other side letting out a string of curses under his breath. Several prods later and he was still snoring soundly, and Ohma subtly wondered how he hadn’t been murdered in his sleep yet. The Kures had a lot of enemies, and he was sure Raian had even more than the average clan member.

“Hey wake up,” Ohma stooped down and shook his shoulders hard, finally waking up the resting boulder.

Apparently Raian wasn’t used to being woken up in the middle of the night, immediately lurching forward and pushing Ohma to the ground with a snarl. “What the fuck do you want bitch?”

“For you to stop snoring, moron,” Ohma squeezed the wrists that were holding him down, eye blazing and rearing for a fight.

“Oh yeah?” Raian taunted with a wide smirk on his face, applying more pressure to his grip and drawing out a growl.

Pulling his leg back, Ohma rammed it into Raian’s stomach and threw him across the room, sending slight tremors through the walls of the house from the force of his kick. It was a miracle none of the other Kures were woken by the racket, but then they were probably already used to whatever unholy sounds came from Raian’s room at night.

Barely fazed, said Kure lunged forward and met him halfway, locking hands and wrestling each other to the carpet with an audible crash.

They rolled across the floor, knocking over any furniture in the way and spitting insults that would make any sailor blush. Normally Ohma was relatively immune to threats and curses, but something about Raian made his temper short-circuit sometimes. Perhaps listening to him “snore” that loudly for over a week had done it.

Eventually, Raian was able to get the upper hand on Ohma, hard knees digging into his waist as he rocked his weight back on the other man’s thighs. His body weight kept him pressed down on the ground, though Ohma could have easily broken free. 

But he was feeling generous (tired) today.

Ohma was almost tempted to smack the sneer off his face, but he knew that would just escalate the fight. Honestly he was surprised the whole place hasn’t been demolished-excluding the fist-sized holes in the plaster-and waking up the entire neighborhood wasn’t exactly on his to-do list.

Just bear with it for now, Ohma thought grumpily. I’ll slap the shit outta him in the morning. Just you wait kid.

He had completely forgotten about Raian’s state of undress until he glanced down, suddenly bucking up his hips and trying to push him off. It wasn’t like Ohma cared much about nakedness, but he’d much rather not have a grown man sitting on his dick when he was only in his boxers. Especially not Kure Raian, who was fully naked like the weirdo he was.

“Get off and put some pants on dipshit!”

Raian’s grin grew impossibly wider and he stuck out his tongue, forcing Ohma back down with his ass. “What, does it bother you or something, you perverted fuck?” With a harsh bark of laughter he roughly ground down on Ohma making him hiss.

“Son of a bitch!” Ohma swore noisily and redoubled his efforts to escape, whipping his head back and forth. This was giving him serious flashbacks to Imai Cosmo. Except back then his adversary was thankfully clothed.

“Uncomfortable? Or just excited to see me?” Raian thrust his face close, making Ohma bang his head on the ground with a solid thump to avoid being headbutted.

“Motherfucker,” Ohma grunted and turned his head to the side, too tired to deal with his bullshit anymore. His eyelids felt heavy, he had barely slept the last two days after all, and training over eight hours a day definitely didn’t help.

For a moment the only sound in the room was their panting, and neither men moved. 

“Going to sleep already?” Raian’s breath was hot on his face, so close that Ohma could smell the scent of the udon he had for dinner mingled with a faint trace of sweat and cologne.

Cologne? Since when did Raian wear cologne?

“Back off, your breath stinks,” Ohma groaned and held a hand between them.

“Oh yeah, you fuck? How about a closer whiff?” Raian cackled.

“For fuck’s sake-” The rest of his sentence was abruptly cut short as Raian surged forward to collide their lips together, or at least tried to. A jolt of pain shot through Ohma’s mouth as their teeth clashed, the familiar metallic tang of blood on his tongue.

Raian latched onto his bottom lip with his teeth, biting down hard as Ohma moaned in pain. Grabbing his shoulders, Ohma tried once again to push him off, but Raian had his biceps in a vice grip and neither fighter was budging.

Fine then, if he wanted to play rough then so be it. 

Snarling, Ohma shifted his weight onto one side and rolled Raian under him with all his strength, placing him on top this time. It shocked the Kure enough to let him go-finally, he was about to chew through his lip, and damned if he had to answer questions the next morning.

“You mothefucker! You call that a damn kiss fucking brat?!” Ohma roared, blood spilling from his cut and dripping down his chin, where it splattered in crimson pools all over Raian’s chest.

“What, like you can do better you dumb virgin fuck!” He flung his head forward again, but this time Ohma was one step ahead of him and got there first, trying to force his tongue in his mouth.

The ensuing battle for dominance was nothing short of a gross mess with an excessive amount of spit and blood, but as Kengan fighters it was nothing compared to the battles they’ve experienced. As expected, neither gave an inch, at least not until Raian suddenly grabbed a fistful of his seaweed hair and gave it a vicious tug, strong enough to pull out a clump of dark brown strands.

“Fuck!” Using the opportunity to slip into his opponent’s mouth, Raian’s victory was short-lived as Ohma took the chance to exact retribution by sinking his teeth deep into his tongue. Huffing through his nose, Raian saw red as Ohma bit down even harder. 

Sharp stabs of pain shot through Ohma’s back as Raian dug his fingers hard into his muscles, which Ohma returned by jabbing as hard as he could into his bulging biceps.

White hot agony exploded behind Ohma’s eyes as the delinquent rammed a knee into his groin and his legs gave out, his forehead bashing against Raian’s upper lip. 

“That...was for the fucking tournament…” Raian wheezed between breaths, chest heaving with the other man still laying on top.

“Shut up...Raian…” Eyes shut tightly, Ohma could feel himself drifting away in the darkness, too tired to even bother getting off of him.

“...You weigh...like a goddamn truck.”

“Shitty brat,” Ohma’s voice was barely audible and he didn’t respond to the poke in his ribs that would have normally pissed him off. There was the soft sound of rustling as Raian shifted underneath him before falling still, hand relaxing on his shoulder.

Giving up trying to fight back the darkness threatening to engulf him, he let the sound of Raian’s quieting pants and warm body lull him to an easy, dreamless sleep. He could always beat him in the morning, after all. 

There was no more snoring for the rest of the night.

***

“What the hell?” In the doorway stood Kure Hollis and Reiichi, who were sent to find them after neither man showed up to breakfast.

“Should we wake them up?” Reiichi whispered. Raian twitched from his position on the ground, face scrunching momentarily but didn’t wake. 

“No, I don’t want to deal with waking up that devil Raian in the morning.”

“Why are they covered in blood? And why is he naked?”

“I don’t know, but don’t tell Karla.” Hollis sighed.

“Don’t tell me what?” Speak of the devil, and she shall arrive.

“Oh fuck.”

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #tokita ohma #kure raian #ohma x raian #tokita ohma x kure raian #raian x ohma

[lunaasher]

Trick or treat

Raian Kure x reader

Note: happy Halloween! I hope your days been going great! Enjoy this little Halloween special with Raian!

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Halloween a holiday where you get to carve pumpkins, dress up and go to random peoples houses for candy. It was one of my favourite days of the year. Karura was a big fan of the holiday as well. Erioh just loved to see the Kure kids dressed up, he loved that other kids came to his door. Some even dressed up as a Kure clan member.

As a kid Raian loved Halloween but now that he didn’t get to be a little menace. destroying pumpkins, egging houses. His mom would always get after him when he did things like that. Now he had to wait for kids to come to his house so he could give them sweets.

“ quick raian there’s more kids coming!” I spoke happily. Raian grunted as he stood up following me to the door “ trick or treat “ the kids yelled out happily “ aw look at you all here have some candy” I said as I stuffed their bags with treats. “ happy Halloween!” I yelled waving.

“ weren’t they all so cute” “ I could give two shits if a kids cute or not. I just wanna throw candy at them yelling to get the fuck off my land. “ he grinned down at me “ haha mr grumpy pants. Your ruining Halloween for the kids” I said as I pinched his side. ” now what are we going to do once all these kids are gone ?” “ oh god, no it’s hallo-ween not fuckyourpartner-ween” I whined.

“ come on your my little witch you got to cast a love spell on me or something “ Raian teased as he snaked his arms around my waist giving my ass a small squeeze. “ Raian” I frowned “ what~” he mocked me. “ be a good vampire and hand candy out to little kids and then maybe you’ll get a taste of your little witch “ I smiled up at him.

Raian grinned from ear to ear his fake fangs on full display “ alright “ he leaned down as he spoke in to my ear “ you better promise that, (y/n) “ he kissed my temple roughly as he went off to the the door as small hands knocked on the wood of the door

“ trick or treat!” 

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 21 - 👑Kengan de Huángdi👑

Kisara rose a fist up for Agito to bump before he went into the ring to fight with that Purgatory loser. She watched him do his confident catwalk-like strut, before she let herself collapse on the bench, unconsciously applying pressure on the spot where she got stabbed. Thankfully, Hanafusa had confirmed the knife hadn't punctured any vital organ and she was fine with the basic procedures. Sure, she was lucky enough not to get into hypovolemic shock to begin with, or react too badly at being quite literally cut open with such malice, but perhaps the sheer adrenaline and rage drive was enough to keep her going for as long as she needed.

Now, however, she could feel the exhaustion drowning her in waves, and the excruciating pain was beginning to rapidly creep through her body. Perhaps she should make an effort and get some analgesics, so she could continue watching the matches from the Kengan spot, instead of the infirmary, much like the other injured fighters.

In spite of all this, Ohma, who was otherwise perfectly fine with watching while standing, sat down next to her, and with great care, gathered his fiance in his arms tenderly, allowing her to rest her back on his broad, muscular chest. Perhaps unconsciously, one of his hands was trailing aimlessly and playing with some locks of her long hair, an old habit that hadn't died even after being departed for almost three whole years. It didn't matter how little she was compared to him, Kisara was very much the perfect replacement for a plushie for the man.

"You aren't worried for him, are you?" the girl heard him ask all of a sudden. "Surely, you have more faith in that guy." "Oh, yeah, of course. I mean, we've been together for almost three years, and we've trained every day. I know Agito better than anyone, and I know how he's perfected all of his techniques." she muttered, leaning more into the man's embrace and clinging on one of his arms, using it as a pillow. "Then what's the problem?" Ohma asked, the rumble of a soft chuckle erupting from his throat, earning a small shudder from her. "I'm just being sentimental, that's all." Kisara let out an amused exhale, only to groan and clutch her wound. "I just... I feel like I somehow died during my match, and this is all just a dream. I thought you dead for so long, and now you're back so suddenly, and you're holding me just like back then when you died." Ohma's smile vanished from his face, hearing the pain in his lover's voice. He gently turned her to face him, and he cupped her face dearly, as he's always done. He could see the minuscule beads of zircon tears beginning to form and gleam in those gorgeous green eyes of hers, shining like the most precious emeralds he's ever seen. "I promise you, I am real, and I'm not going anywhere this time." Ohma vowed, leaning in for the softest, most tender kiss he's ever given her. "I'll make up to you for all the distress I've caused you with my absence, okay? So show me that beautiful smile that made me fall in love with you, and let's win this. How's that sound?" Ohma hadn't expected that, even after seven years of knowing each other, he'd get the privilege to see one of those adorably timid smiles of hers ever again, but oh how he loved those. "Alright already, you've convinced me. Let's cheer on our guys and win this tournament!" The man chuckled, shaking his head in playful disbelief. "Even married, you still cheer on other man, how annoying." he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I'll just have to make sure you remember only my name tonight. It seems you've forgotten after so long." her face was so cutely flushed with embarrassment, that he couldn't help but smirk cockily. Kisara merely hummed in amusement, shifting back to lean on his chest.

With a confused frown on his face, Yamashita Kazuo stepped over to them, followed by Koga. "Miss Kisara, you've been around Kano the longest - Do you know if he has some kind of grudge against the Three Demon Fists...?" "You mean the people you were talking about on the plane?" Ohma asked, earning a distressed nod from the old manager. "Y-Yes. They're the top three Chinese Martial Artists in Purgatory's roster. One of them is the man you just had a run-in with; 'The Serpent' Liu Dongcheng, he's the most veteran of the Three Demon Fists. Then there's 'The Toad', Fei Wangfang, he's a master of Ren Clan Tai Chi Chuan from Sichuan province. He joined Purgatory two years ago, and defeated one of the then Three Fists and took his title. And finally, that guy in the ring, Lu Tian, is 'The Centipede'. Koga, you and Ryuki met him when we visited Purgatory. He's a martial artist from Hong Kong, where he's a local celebrity. His style is called the Wuwang Fist. They say he's the most powerful of the Three Demon Fists." Yamashita explained everything there was about the three men in great detail. "He's got something in his hand." Koga pointed out. "Looks like a ring of some kind, but I guess they're not just fashion buddies." Ohma huffed in amusement. "You're pretty on spot, except, it's a bracelet, not a ring." Kisara began. "It's not exactly my story to tell, but the gist of it is, before Agito was found and taken in by Katahara, he was an orphan in Mainland China, and he was kidnapped and locked in a room with others like him, to take place in a Gu Ritual. This Ritual, well... The participants have to kill each other until there is only one left standing." she explained, watching the distressed looks on Koga's and the manager's faces. "Wh-What?! No way -- Kano went through that when he was barely a teenager?!" Kisara nodded in approval. "Yes. The bracelet that Lu Tian used to lure Agito out is a tracking bracelet. To put it simply, it checks your pulse, so that when only one remains active, the mastermind cand come over and rescue the survivor. The only thing is... Nobody came to save Agito when needed, and Katahara accidentally found him, more or less. The trauma he experienced until he was adopted by Katahara created an animalistic split personality in him, that he had to train so that it would only come out when fighting, as he couldn't control it properly. Well, that's not a problem any longer, thankfully - I made sure of that." Kisara grinned mischievously, pointing towards Agito. "Not only can Agito switch between his forms at will, but there is no longer a delay. It took over a year of every day training, but it was worth all the effort." "That is fantastic...!" Koga gasped, looking in awe at the Fifth Fang. "And quite remarkably scary." Yamashita chuckled with unease. The cheers from the auditorium alerted them that the match had begun, with Agito beginning with his most famous Formless stance. According to Sayaka's cheers, Agito was the one designated as the Kengan Team's boss - Way to play the morale card. Kisara was almost appalled - SHE wanted to be the team leader! She deserved it, didn't she? She's everyone's cheerleader and emotional support fox after all! How annoying. She was jealous.

With Alisa crying out the beginning of the fight, AG sprung forward with a rather familiar mid-low grappling stance that turned floor-low at a speed that even Kisara would be proud of, but as he tried to grab Lu Tian's ankle, he was evaded. The enemy jumped as Agito attempted to sweep away at his feet, only to immediately follow up with a punch, and then a barrage of jabs. Naoya was his loudest encourager. Weirdly enough, Lu Tian adopted a quick stance that looked oddly enough like a defensive karate stance - Kisara wasn't the most familiar with all the Kenpo arts, and considering Karate was derived from Kenpo, it would be so surprise to find out the specific Chinese Martial Art that this Centipede was practicing was the beginning of it all. Agito threw a low kick feint at his ankle, only to quickly hit him with a roundhouse kick to his face and drive the enemy to kneel - He offered not a single second of a break, as he followed up with his famous low grappling stance once again, and this time, he managed to get the enemy's waist and drive him backwards.

"The Wuwang Fist is a lethal assassination technique, but it requires a long windup before it can deliver a killing blow!" Yamashita gasped, watching the one-sided match. "That means it's a bad match against an opponent who attacks quickly! Good job, Kano! You know just how to hit your opponent where it hurts!" "You taught him well, you little trickster." Ohma chuckled, patting the girl's hair. "There's something wrong." Kisara muttered, watching the Centipede fall in Agito's trap by catching his wrist mid-punch, only to get kicked so painfully rough that he was sent some meters away. "It's TOO easy. That bastard hasn't done anything worth noting yet. He wouldn't be a Purgatory fighter if he were this painfully bad." Alisa called for a Down moment, as everyone kept praising and shouting for Agito. Kisara watched as the Fang looked down at the foe sitting comfortably on the ground, and with an Eureka lightbulb moment, she gasped and jolted up to her feet, completely dismissed the searing pain from her wound.

"AGITO! HE CAN USE THE FORMLESS! BE CAREFUL!" while those around her gasped in shock at her words, Kano simply nodded affirmatively, having heard her words. "That's right, I'm sure you heard her. How long are you going to play a part? Use it. Use his techniques. Use the Formless Stance." Agito glared down at the man, his fists clenched, ready to fight. "Wh-What? What do you mean? Isn't that Kano's move?" Yamashita asked, only to see the girl shake her head. "Yes, but also no. It's almost like the Niko Style, don't you think? Two people taught the same art by two people, yet they develop their own fighting style, with their own personal twists. It's like I told you, Ohma - Your style isn't Niko Style anymore, but Ohma Style. It's the same for Agito - If Lu Tian baited Agito with that Gu bracelet, than he must have gone through the same experience, thus, he might have been under the influence of a person with similar knowledge and fighting style as the one who did that to Agito." though her words made so much sense, it got the others almost shuddering, imagining a match with two Kanos in a mirror. However, as if to disprove everything she's said, Lu Tian, with a psychopath grin, stuck his tongue out, revealing that god forsaken Worm tattoo.

"You've got it all wrong!" Lu Tian shouted, getting up, looking like a maniac monster from horror movies. "You're NOTHING like me! Kano Agito, you're just a prototype; But I inherited everything - From Tokita Niko!" everyone seemed to be freaked out over the Worm-reveal, and quite honestly, how MANY are they infiltrated in the Purgatory to begin with?! First, it was the freak Kisara killed, and then, that guy who made Ryuki killed him - And now, this sucker too? And more, why are they revealing their identities so blatantly, in front of the whole world? What's the point of all this? "You're all freaked out about the Worm, but I'm quite shocked at how many people are tied to Niko... Or, uh... Some iteration of Niko." Kisara mumbled, her hands gripping the railing tightly, hearing a grunt of agreement from Ohma. "I'm a prototype? That's a funny joke. Time for me to snap you back to reality." both fighters took the same Formless stance. Lu Tian was proud of himself, explaining that nobody would ever suspect him of being an impostor, because everything he does, everything he feels or says - Everything is him, the real him, the only, genuine Lu Tian.

For a brief moment, Agito recalled the time when he and everyone else got sealed by the one calling himself the 'Other Tokita Niko', how he explained the Gu Ritual, the function of the bracelet, and the meticulous calculation of water, air and food that would last for exactly three months, for a single person. He survived hell, and there was no way he would return. Tokita Niko... Yes, the code name all of Gaoh Mukaku students. Both Agito and Kisara wondered about Ryuki and his connection with Mukaku - He says he's his grandson - Is there something of importance that he knows? Something they should be aware of? Something that Ohma should know that he doesn't remember?

The two fighters were like water and ice; When one attacked, the other evaded so perfectly, and vice-versa. Be it a feint jab, or a well-aimed elbow hit to the torso, or the light-speed the two used to throw jabs, punches and feints - Koga was sweating, his eyes wide open, trying to understand what the hell he was watching. Despite being able to perceive the back and forth perfectly, he was unable to comprehend what he was seeing. All he knew was that they were both dodging each other's hits perfectly well, with a speed that he's only seen someone small like Miss Kisara move.

Agito feigned a chop at Lu Tian's cervical vertebra, only to dodge a straight kick to his hip, and stop immediately. "How come he stopped?! That was his chance!" Koga shouted in disdain. "If he hadn't stopped, Agito would have lost." Kisara pointed out. "I'm not exactly sure how to explain this, but as someone who's trained for the past three years with this stance, I suppose I can say that I can feel certain things." in a battle of Formless vs Formless, five minutes passed since the match begun, and both fighters were perfectly evenly matched. However, the first to get him in the face was Kano, at exactly five minutes and twenty-three seconds.

Agito was forced into a defensive pose with his guard up, and had to back down and stare at the enemy who was grinning like a maniac. Kisara only hoped he would keep level-headed; Agito was more than his Formless style after all. "I survived the Gu Chamber and became a formal student of Tokita Niko - That's why my technique is far deeper than yours, since you escaped." Lu Tian laughed. "I'll tell you one thing -- Tokita Niko abandoned the Niko style -- And do you know why?!" his laughter became even more psychotic, resounding eerily through the stadium. "BECAUSE HE PERFECTED THE ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE - FORMLESS! AND I AM THE PERFECT PRACTITIONER OF FORMLESS! YOUR IMPERFECT FORMLESS COULD NEVER COMPARE TO MINE!!" the opponent was almost falling to the ground cackling - Even Raian wasn't like that. Agito, however, didn't lose composure in the least; Instead, he adopted a martial arts stance with his fists up to his chin, ready to fight. "FUCK HIM UP, AGITO! SHOW HIM WHO'S THE BOSS - AG!" Agito could only let out an amused exhale, smirking at the girl's words, yet still in deep, perfect focus, watching the Worm adopt the Formless stance he was so familiar with, and rush down to attack him.

Lu Tian got in a low stance, rushing to punch at Agito's torso, only for the man to crouch down and disturb the flow and trajectory of the punch by hitting the back of his wrist into the enemy's forearm, surprising him. The shock of being countered earned that vital split second for Kano to lunge forward and wail hard on his opponent, though what looked like a decisive palm strike to the chin that made the opponent rotate in the air was nothing but entertainment for Lu Tian, who somehow, like a cat, managed to land on his feet, going limp to disperse the damage

Lu Tian was a loose cannon with no master and no attachment to the earthly life he was living, that much was evident from his demeanour and fighting style. With the way he was dodging Kano's hits, he looked like a puddle of water, yet he seemed aking to frozen, hard ice with each of his punches sent Agito's way. "How the hell can he even block all those punches?! They're both insane!" Koga shouted in bewilderment, only to see the red head smirking in satisfaction at the fight, seemingly having relaxed. "Look closer, Koga. Kano's waiting for his chance to counter." Ohma pointed out, his eyes never once leaving the fight. "I know my fighting partner better than anyone, Koga. There's no way Agito would lose to a freak like that." Kisara let out an amused exhale, watching Lu Tian throw Kano to the ground, and as he attempted a wrestling-fall with the elbow to his diaphragm, Agito swiftly dodged and engaged in a number of ground-grappling that reminded her of his fight with Naoya, though on a whole other level.

People gasped in dread, shock and disbelief as Lu Tian caught Agito's leg and threw him to the ground, following with repeated stomps to his face, yet the Fang kept his guard up. Naoya was the loudest, afraid for the match. "You guys worry for no reason. Surely, you should have more faith in Agito, of all people? Who is the Emperor of the Kengan Matches, huh? There's only one Kano Agito!" Kisara chucked lazily, leaning on the railing. "You must have forgotten who Kano Agito really is, then. There is the beast with the unconventional, unpredictable movements, with flexibility and the capacity to adapt his fighting style to any strategy, tailored to his opponent - That is the Formless Agito; And there's also the Martial Artist Agito, the one who uses the aggressive Pre-initiative style fused with countless different arts together." Naoya marched up next to her, barely able to contain himself from grabbing her shoulders and shaking her from violent suspense. "YES, I REMEMBER, I FAUGHT HIM! I KNOW! BUT HE TRIED BOTH SIDES AND HE LOST WITH BOTH! WHAT IS THERE TO DO?!" instead, he kept shaking his hands up and down like a toddler. "You are wrong, Naoya." Kisara smirked at him. "Three years ago, there were Two Agito. Now, there is only one. They merged. There is no more Formless Agito and Martial Artist Agito - There is only Kano Agito, the Fifth Fang of Metsudo, the Emperor of the Kengan Matches. Have some faith in him, I know the man who almost killed me every day for three years straight, okay?" she flicked his forehead, making him turn his head to the match, yet all he could see was his most fearsome rival trying to desperately to block the enemy's hits.

With a move similar to what Kisara used in her match, Agito's water-like stance was able to evade behind the opponent, driving him down to the ground, only to get punched in the chin also. As Lu Tian grabbed one of Agito's forearms and shoulder, he tried to bite down on his flesh, only to get violently kneed in his most private area. Suddenly, the flow of the battle changed, and Agito was in perfect control, grappling and plummeting Lu into the ground, rendering him desperate for his life, before he got kicked and swept so far away, with such force, that the Worm was unable to disperse that awful hit and needed three seconds to get up. "Look at him - I'm so proud of him! As he is now, with barely even a fraction of a second delay between style switching, he may even beat Master Kuroki! Ha!" Kisara cockily huffed, watching Agito punch Lu away - Only for the opponent to use some kind of technique akin to the Kure Clan's removal. "Isn't that Raian's Removal? How can that guy use it if he's not from the Kure clan?" Yamashita asked, only to hear the brat tsk in annoyance. "That's the shittiest Removal I've ever seen. Even little brats can do better." Raian growled under his breath. "Don't you dare compare our technique with his fucking cheap rip-off." "I have my suspicions, but... Raian, am I correct in guessing that a person outside of the Kure clan is unable of properly handling the Removal? I know it takes an extraordinary toll on the user - Surely, someone outside of the selective breeding that you weirdos so thoroughly took care of, physically would be unable to reaching your potential." the blond nodded his head, approving her statement. "Yeah, pretty much. That fucker's gonna get himself killed very fast if he actually does anything while using the Removal." the boy added to her assumption. "This guy learnt it from someone - Does the Kure clan have a traitor, then?" the girl asked, only to see him shaking his head. "Nah, no way. Nobody's stupid enough to betray that old geezer." he said. "Must've been those Wu fuckers from China." "China?" Kisara snapped her sight at the man. "Agito's from China. So is Lu Tian - Well, sort of. Is the Wu clan the Chinese family equivalent of the Japanese Kure clan?" "Uh-huh. Gramps knows more about those fucks, but my bet is, if anyone taught our secret technique to an outsider, it was those fucks. Still, it's pretty mad, I mean - It's probably less than a one in a million chance an outsider can handle the Removal and not die, you get me?" even using the Indestructible, Agito was driven backwards violently by a single punch from Lu Tian, followed by a strong shin hit and an elbow. Kano's back was bent all the way back; The opponent's strength and speed had sky-rocketed, making the gap between them evident to the naked, unaccustomed eye of the viewer. He was even capable of evading all of Agito's jabs - He must be thinking, using the Formless and the Removal together, he has eclipsed them all, even his own master, even someone from the Kure or Wu clan. "As if Agito's weak enough to fall to this jerk's failed attempt at playing strong. What a joke." Kisara scoffed, watching as Agito easily parried a blow and managed to hit three of his vitals in a jab very similar to Hatsumi's triple shot, but on a much grander scale.

"It doesn't matter how much your physical abilities have improved. I have overcome my Beast's Soul, the price for surviving the Gu Ritual. You, who have lost your humanity, can never defeat me." Agito declared confidently, angering Lu Tian to the point of driving him crazy. With power that's on par with Wakatsuki or Julius even, and speed to match Kisara, the monster slammed both of his feet to the ground, breaking the concrete as though it was some kind of superhero movie.

Kano landed a punch to the berserk Lu Tian's diaphragm, then to his jaw - Those who watched, recognised the similarity with Kisara's own move, the unguardable strike launched at point-blank range - The dragon sinks its teeth in. The Dragon Shot. So strong, so powerful, that Lu Tian was unconscious on the ground, and Alisa had declared the fight to be over, with Kano Agito the winner.  "WHAT STRENGTH! WHAT POWER! THE EMPEROR OF THE KENGAN MATCHES HAS DEFEATED THE DEMON OF PURGATORY!" Sayaka shouted into the mic. Agito's face was as black as always as he ruffled his messy hair, stepping back towards the Kengan stands. Kisara pushed everyone aside, smirking at AG and shouting at the top of her lungs, hoping that using his mother tongue to praise him would be enough of a painfully agonising stab to the Purgatory enemies - Or, at least, those who could understand. If one of the Three Demon Fists was a Worm, what's to say the other two aren't? And there is and there is one guy, Alan Wu, nod doubt he'd get pissed too, if he has Raian's personality. "Guànjūn láile! Gěi Huángshàng kētóu! Kano Agito, Kengan de Huángdi!" the girl laughed at the others' confused visage, but it didn't matter. Agito was amused at her antics, and that was all she cared about. Calling him the Champion, the Emperor of the Kengan matches, telling them all to kneel before him - What a dork she was.

Though she was unable to go out of her way and jump around, embracing the man, due to her injury, Naoya was more than eager to jump-hug the man to tightly and sing him laurels like no other. "I am very proud of you, Agito." Kisara said, only to instinctually rush to support his weight with Okubo's help, as one of his legs gave up momentarily. "Easy there, Champion. Go take a break, you've done enough for now." "Yeah, exactly, Kano! You've won your match - It's our turn now!" Naoya exclaimed cheerfully.

Out of nowhere, however, the remaining members of the Purgatory all gathered up in the ring. Alisa's words mattered little, as she tried to get everyone to return to their side of the arena - Instead, everyone from the Kengan side joined them in a rather intense showdown of stares. The first to speak was a brunet man called Arashimiyama Jurota, and he inquired about the tattoo of the centipede revealed on three of their fighters. It seemed Nitoku was bothered by that coincidence also. Yamashita Kazuo took a step forward and explained about the events involving the Worm all the way up to this very moment, only leaving out the fact that this organisation somehow managed to infiltrate even the Kengan Association somehow.

"I've heard rumours of them. They're an Ancient Chinese secret society, aren't they?" Jurota asked, scratching at his chin. "I thought they were just a fairy tale. So they're real?" the masked man asked in a calm voice. "I've heard the name, of course. So does that mean the Ogre, Naidan and Lu Tian were imposters...?" Fei asked. "No, we can't say that for sure. We don't even have a full handle on the Worm at this point -- So what do you say we suspend the competition..." Yamashita Kazuo's suggestion was swiftly cut off by Lolong, the leader of the Purgatory, who was the first to turn away and leave. "No. This conversation is over. It doesn't matter who infiltrated us. We're seeing this through." for some reason, Kisara stared after the blond man with the slicked back hair. His whole vibe was so similar to Ohma's, for some reason. She wondered if he was Purgatory's true trump card. "J-Just a second, Lolong! Those three might not have been the only Worms! Until we know what their goal is, I can't in good conscience let the matches--" the poor manager got interrupted again. "You think there are more Worms on our side? How naive. Haven't you forgotten? There could just as easily be Worms on your side." Kisara shared a suspicious look with Ohma, though they said no word to voice their concerns. Instead, Wakatsuki and Okubo looked suspiciously at Masaki. He really was pretty damn freaking creepy.

The Kengan fighters gathered back to their side and were muttering between each other. Those who hadn't attended the short conversation with the Purgatory were informed of their discussion, and a solemn silence took over them, as though it was a graveyard - And in a way, it was, for the two Worms that died. Kisara still couldn't get over the horrified gasps and shrieks from the audience - Purgatory pussies. If it was a Kengan match, they'd have all cheered so loud, you could hear it from the moon. Pathetic.

"I think I'll go to the infirmary for some painkillers. All this excitement isn't good for my body." Kisara informed, so the others wouldn't freak out over her whereabouts, considering this whole Worm mess, and how she outright declared war on them. "You shouldn't go alone." Takeshi warned her, though at the very second she turned to leave the chamber, she gasped breathlessly and would have collapsed, if someone hadn't caught her roughly by the arms. "Yeah, babe, you shouldn't go alone. Who knows what Worm you're gonna encounter~?" that damn, good for nothing kickboxer, Tanji, had immobilised her by a punch to her wound so far that she wheezed blood, and her stitches broke. She couldn't find the strength to breathe, every breath was shallow and her legs were powerless from the electrifying agony spreading through every nerve of her body. "T-Tanji...?!" the man's grip tightened, making her grit her teeth from the suffering. "Yeah, that's right! I knew you'd remember me, I'm really happy!" the man let out a dry chuckle. "You see, I was really turned on after watching you fight - Back then, and now also - I wanted to ask you out again. It was your loss, rejecting me, but I was going to be nice enough to allow you a second chance." "OI! SHE'S FUCKING TAKEN, YOU FUCKASS!" though Ohma was the one to rescue his wife, Raian was the vocal one, who punched him square in the face. "YA WANT A THIRD ROUND, LIMP DICK?" "FUCK OFF, KURE BRAT, MY BEEF'S NOT WITH YA, IT'S WITH HER!" Tanji attempted to lunge at Kisara, only to get kicked away by Raian, who seemed pumped up with adrenaline. Kisara was coughing in her hands and struggling to breathe, though the blood was leaking through her fingers. "Easy. Take it easy. Just focus and breathing." Ohma had her sit on the ground, holding her firmly to keep her focus on him. "That's right, that's my girl. Take it easy." she could barely nod, as a way to acknowledge his words. "Are you trying to teach medicine to a doctor, you stupid gym rat?" she tried to chuckle, only to get cradled into a shielding embrace as Raian was playing around too much. "Wouldn't dream of it, you dumbass bookworm. To think you'd get hit on and almost assassinated by the same person, at the same time. What have you been doing while I was away?" Ohma tried to get her mind away from her breathing struggles, though the pain was gradually subsiding and she was beginning to feel and breathe better. "Can't complain much. If he hadn't hit on me, I wouldn't have befriended Psycho Brat." she grumbled, motioning for Ohma to help her up, though she continued to cling on him. "But that comment about Worms - Tanji, are you a Worm also?" "If I were, I wouldn't tell you, would I?" Tanji barked a laugh, parrying a kick from the Kure. "I came here to ask you out! We can make a better Kure Clan! Breed among only the strongest and --" "Yep, he's a Worm, a'ight." Raian unintentionally ripped away the kickboxer's shirt, revealing a centipede tattoo on his pectoral muscle. "Hey, Raian - What game should we play now?" Raian's grin went even wider. "SOCCER!" with strength like no other, the psycho kicked Tanji's head so hard that he was sent propelling towards the spot Kisara and Ohma were embracing - The girl instinctually reciprocated, kicking him back, though she needed to be held up by her husband who shook his head. With his hand holding pressure on her open wound, he could see the red painting his palm. "No more games, you're gonna kill yourself, dumbass." he said, grabbing Tanji by the neck and slamming him so hard into the wall that it broke... Along with his face. "And you - Stop hitting on my wife. She said no." "I can't believe we had Worms even so many years ago..." Takeshi shook his head, looking down at the unconscious man. He deserved it, and more. "This only proves we have to be very careful." Misasa pointed out, patting Kisara's shoulder. "Go get yourself treated, Barbie the CEO. Wouldn't want to see a dead fox around." "Kano, go to the infirmary with her." Ohma nodded at the Fang, who nodded back, and keeping a supportive arm around the girl's frail body, they went to Hanafusa for a quick fix, and a good amount of opioids, and perhaps another round of stitching and more protective layers over her wound. Only hell knows, she needed it. And most likely a nutrient IV, but that's not gonna happen. She has to be there and watch the matched, encourage everyone, and most of all, have fun and spend time with her husband.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder... A simple fighting tournament between the two greatest underground associations turned out to be the catalyst of a Worm infestation that was going to last very long, and possibly kill more people. These guys had no regard for human life... And the same could be said about the Kure Clan and the Wu Clan. The life of an assassin meant the perversion of their views on humanity and the worth of a soul. That's exactly how Raian found himself grinning like the Cheshire cat, cackling like a maniac as he shared a look from far away with the one called Alan Wu.

"Raian, no killing! I didn't win my match for you, of all people, to lose from overkill!" Raian simply laughed and picked the girl up, passing her back to her husband, before patting her hair as though she was a child - She was older than him, that snotty brat. "You psycho bitch, I'm not joking! Raian, listen to me!" "Can't promise, babe!" he threw his Tshirt and jacket at her head and stepped back into the ring. "What a god damn brat!" Kisara grunted, slapping his clothes to the ground, before glaring at Ohma. "And you preferred his company instead of mine, for almost three years? Give me a break. Go marry him, not me!" "That's enough, Your Majesty, your crown is falling." Ohma chuckled, fixing her messed up hair. "Let's just trust that brat and hope for the best." "You really believe he won't kill that guy?" the look she gave him only amused him further, and he flicked her forehead before placing a kiss to make her feel better. "Nope." Ohma chuckled. "He killed Tanji after you left." "Oh, thank goodness!" Kisara sighed. "I can't believe I would need to get saved - THRICE - From the same guy... BY the same guy. What a mess." "Thrice...?" Ohma's eyes widened in surprise at the insistence of that guy. "Once, just around the time after your fight with Raian. Second, the next morning after the tournament, when I was preparing to leave with Agito. And... Now was the third." Ohma scoffed, pulling her closer to him. "Sorry I wasn't there for you the first times." he muttered in her hair. "You were here now, and that's all that matters to me." Two psychopaths were facing each other, laughing and taunting the other best they knew. There was no way for either Kisara or Ohma to know that the Patriarch of the Kure Clan was in the same room with the Head of the Wu Clan, discussing about their situation. Wu Xing, the Leader of the Chinese branch, was cringing violently at the mere thought of Alan Wu, and how he's killed more members from the Main Line than even Edward Wu, the biggest big guy, and coincidentally, one of their worst enemies also.

The King of Slaughter, Alan Wu, was keeping his hands in his pockets, and his back was hunched, yet his eyes were gleaming with bloodlust and his face was split from the wide joker-like grin he was displaying. "I'm gonna play with you, kiddo, until you drown in a puddle of your own blood!"

Out of nowhere, Nikaido Ren, one of the Wolves who became one of Katahara's most trusted bodyguards, came over to explain to everyone the origins of the Wu Clan and Alan especially, as it would be important for the future, and their fight against the Worms. He told them the old story passed down through generations for almost two thousand years, about this glob of blackness that fell on the earth and it killed people, beasts, demons and gods alike, slaughtering without rest - This blackness turned into a humanoid being, with its eyes stained black by the blood of its victims - Wu Hei, the very first Wu.

A short interaction between Raian and Alan revealed that that the Wu might have been delusional in a way, telling Raian that after a millennia and a half alone, he's forgotten the face of his own parents. Even Raian was irked and freaked out by this weirdo. Yamashita was worried for Raian, but Ohma was quick to reassure the old man, saying that, in the year they've sparred every day after his recovery, Raian won more often than him - Though he admitted that with the most adorable pout, so cute that Kisara couldn't help but pull him in a kiss.

"Don't underestimate the Wu Clan, they're in the core of the Chinese Underground." out of all people, surely, Ren would be the one to know best about such things. He continued his story about the clan splitting over 1300 years prior - Those who remained in China became the Wu Clan, whilst the others who migrated to Japan named themselves the Kure. There was also a smaller faction who went to the Occident and became the Westward faction, led by Edward Wu. So here is where Kisara was wrong, she assumed Alan was of the Chinese branch - So her prior shade must have failed. Shame.

Before the clans broke apart, however, the secret technique known as Removal in Japan, or Guihun in China, was passed to the whole clan. Considering the Ogre she fought mentioned the Guihun, he must have also been in a somewhat similar position as Lu Tian, perhaps. There was a technique only passed down to the main clan, however, and that was called 'Huisheng', or 'Resurrection'. This technique was completely sealed away by the Kure and the Main Wu Clans, thus only Edward Wu's Westward Faction keep using it, what a mess.

Huisheng requires a Receiver known as a Connector - Ideally, this Connector should be as young as possible, possibly with a close blood relationship to the Speaker. From the time the Connector is a child, the Speaker tells him about his life. Every event, no matter how great or small, is told - Again and again and again... Huisheng is passed on for years to decades, until the death of the Speaker; As a result, the Speaker's soul comes to dwell within the Connector. "So... That's basically brainwashing, huh?" Kisara asked, earning a nod from the Wolf. "Speak about being obsessed with immortality." Nitoku huffed in complete disagreement. "So, Ren, you came here to tell us that Alan Wu's conscience goes back about 1300 years ago?" Kisara concluded, but this time, the man shook his head. "Not quite, no. The personality dwelling within Alan Wu is Wu Hei, the very first Wu, born 5000 years ago." everyone's eyes shot open in surprise. As if on cue, Alan's shirt was ripped from his body as he activated Guihun and his muscles bulged up as though he was Julius. "His muscles are pumped up!! And holy SHIT, he's HUGE!" Koga gasped loudly. "The Westward Faction moved to more frigid climates and evolved to be larger. Even Raian, who's large for the Kure Clan, is below the average height of the Wu clan." Nikaido explained calmly. "Bergmann's Rule, correct? Animals that live in more frigid climates tend to evolve to be larger." Nitoku shared a look of disdain with Kisara, who nodded at him. "Impressive how a mere millennium can make such a difference." "You can say that again." Koga blurted in shock at the two monsters who began the fight before Alisa announced its beginning.

At a first glance, they seemed equally matched, insanely strong, and even faster. No doubt, Alan could unleash 100% of his Removal, just like Raian - Yet the Kure hadn't activated his own technique yet. He was playing around. What a child. Just as Raian finally agreed that Alan would make for a good toy, perhaps even worthy of fighting against his own Removal - The brat stopped dead in his tracks, and his head snapped towards the exit of the arena. He looked like a cat that's spotted a mouse and was so fascinated with it.

"Did he just lose interest?! What's going on?!" Koga stammered over his words. "Raian?! Focus on the match!!" Yamashita was yelling in desperation. "Something's wrong with Raian!" "Hey! What's the matter, Raian?!" Ohma, too, yelled strongly at him. "Raian, snap out of it! Fuck him up, Raian!" Kisara added also, but it was to no avail. The blond was staring intently towards the exit. "Is... Someone there? There's no way Raian would get distracted in a fight, especially one against a psycho of the Wu clan." there was no way for them to know that, just there, the very Edward Wu was standing tall, with his arms crossed, staring right back at the Kure boy. Next to him, hunched over and meek, was Xia Ji, the twin brother of the Head of the Worms, and the Chief of the Far East branch.

Raian recalled that boring meeting the whole clan had, yet he remembered the anger that everyone was harboring - Rikuto, the man who was supposed to be next in line for the Patriarch role, had been killed after going after the Head of the Worm. Gramps concluded he had been betrayed - There was no way Rikuto would have falled so easily - And he showed them a picture of Edward Wu, the one they had to kill, no matter what. Seeing Edward in the flesh was the most exciting thing Raian's felt in his whole life. "RAIAN, FINISH THE MATCH!" though Raian could her hear voice, he merely grinned, ready to go after that fucker. Instead, he got stopped by Alan, who was still in his delusional state. Kisara was right, he had to finish the match already and go do his real job - Assassinate the fucker who dared go after his family.

He needn't even use the Removal, throwing a punch, using a Buddha Killer elbow to the throat, a hard slam with his shoulders into his torso, followed by a double fist punch Mountain Breaker and a Leg Thrust, Raian allowed his enemy not a single second to retaliate. The match was done, Raian was over with the prelude, and just like any feline playing with its prey, it was time to devour it. The brat activated his Removal with a grin, punching the Wu opponent in the face to render him barely conscious, before shoving his hands deep into his mouth, gripping at his maxilla and mandible - It didn't matter that Alan Wu had taken out a small knife to save himself - With a monster-like strength, Raian ripped Alan Wu in half without any bit of mercy. "If I wasn't so mad that we lost the match, I would have been awestruck at how cool that was." Kisara found herself gazing in wonder at the blood splattering around as if to recreate a painting, and the fallen enemy had its viscera everywhere. "That damn brat." Ohma grumbled in annoyance, realising it was one more match in detriment of Kengan. "Match's over, Ref. I'm disqualified. Go ahead and call the match for that mangled corpse." ever the jokester, even bathing in the blood of his enemy, and with everyone shrieking at him for being a murderous psychopath.

Raian had bolted off, out of the fighting arena, to satisfy his curiosity.

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[aneenasevla]

Kengan Semi-realistic Sketches Part 4

Saw Paing

Cosmo Imai

Dr. Hanafusa Hajime

Rolón/Lolong Donaire

Kure Erioh (Young/Dilf)

Katahara Metsudo (25 and 90+ yrs old)

These were made by many requests recieved along Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter, if you want to see another character, see the other parts, if yours isn't there, please comment or send me an Ask, I'll be happy to oblige!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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[hoe4rairai]

Is Raian really Evil or a Man With a Twisted Nature ?

They call him a psychopath, a devil who enjoys killing with one sided dominance attitude . His late grandad said Raian is beyond fixing !

We saw what he did to Lohito and that English man in their battle ... how he smiled like a lunatic, completely dismissing the guy's crying sister.

But what he said to the audience was just the truth .

To me, all I see is a man who enjoys fighting strong people, who loves to dominate people who are willing to stand against him. I know he roughed Lohito up but he did so to send a message to his opponents. You see, not everyone thinks the same way, some are creative 😅...

Raian torn Alan into half and laughed about it, yeah I know normal ppl don't usually act that way but who said Raian is Normal ??!

Raian fights against the Warm, they are literally the epiphany of all corruption. The man fights for a cause ...

I saw him mercilessly killing ppl and snapping necks like hay sticks , those ppl he killed were direct threats to his clan ...

He accepted his defeat by Ohma and accepted to train him.

A scene when Yamashitah was alone, Ohma joined then, Erioh and Raian stopped to talk to them, have you carefully listened to what Raian had to say to Yamashita ? Sadly, everything he said made sense and it has so much reality to it .

Raian has a filthy mouth, he enjoys violence but do you really think he is Evil ?

Have you thought about his childhood ? How he was brought up ? being the strongest among the kures surpassing his Grandpa in his prime ( if you didn't know how Erioh was in his prime go back to the earlier chapters and surprise yourself, he was stronger than Raian and for him to Say that Raian will surpass him at his prime, is scary yet exciting.) Maybe knowing how strong he was since his childhood, he became who he is right now, strong, privileged entitled annoying fuck. They only made a killing machine out of him !!

Raian is intelligent, technically every assassin should exceed smart ppl IQ .

Does he hold emotions, I believe he does but he can easily exoress only anger and deadly excitement , the rest of the more vulnerable feelings are still there but he either doesn't know how to deal with them or hate dealing with them .

I think Raian isn't that scary but he is someone you'd rather avoid if you aren't mentally strong enough.

What do you think , I like to hear your honest opinion about THE DEVIL ...

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[hotpotrandomfics]

Kure Patriach Demands are Flipped?!

Erioh Kure: Excuse me, young man?

Emilio: Yes, do you need something sir?

Erioh Kure: Well, I heard you defeated one of my family members and a proposition.

Emilio: I believe you’ll have to be more specific. *raising a brow*

Erioh Kure: Well, how would you like to marry into the Kure family?

Emilio: Um, I don’t know- wait, you’re related to the persistent assassin? God, what the hell?!

Erioh Kure: Now now, I come baring peace, and you seem keen on war.

Emilio, nerves: W-well, she won’t leave me alone and it’s not as if she isn’t attractive, however…

Erioh Kure: “However?” Boy, don’t get wishy washy with me, or my family. It’s either you join the family or we-

Emilio: Kill me? That’s not selling me.

Erioh Kure: What do you want?

Emilio: Uninterrupted sleep for a week, proper training partners, and a proper introduction instead of sexually harassment. In writing.

Erioh Kure: *sigh* Very well, considered it done.

Emilio: Pleasure doing business. *leaves Erioh Kure*

Erioh Kure, angry: That arrogant bastard!

Emilio in his first year of being a Kengan low level fighter would be introduced the Kure family after two years of steady training with the Kure would reach super human strength in addition to marrying a female member of the Kure family.

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kengan oc #emilio shen #kenganverse #kengan memes #kengan incorrect quotes

[ojisanmansion]

Would you consider finding more from the kengan series, there's plenty of good picks there including the chairman metsudo and kure erioh back in their middle ages.

And there's more in the manga kengan omega

Yes I'll put them on the list and add them to mansion

#questions & answers #Kenganverse

[bokutosbiceps]

real deal

kure raian x f!reader | smut + some fluff | 2.2k words

summary: raian comes home from a job to find that you’ve replaced him with a little piece of plastic. he decides to show you why the real deal is always better

warnings: mentions of murder, cursing (it’s rai omg), nsfw under the cut, use of sex toy, cunnilingus, throat fucking, choking/gagging, pussy eating, fingering, rough sex, possessive sex, mating press, dirty talk

a/n: i’m dedicating this to @thebigevilsamp + @missmadness123 because i used to thirst over raian with these two so i figured you guys would appreciate this 🥹 i’m sorry for leaving LOL. oh + also @kenganparadise + @kengan-ass because i enjoyed their writing at the peak of the fandom 💕

18+ MINORS DNI

Raian swung his keys around on his index finger as he strolled back to his car, whistling a tune he’d had stuck in his head throughout his entire job. Erioh had sent him to kill some asshole who had been embezzling money from one of Erioh’s oldest friend’s company, and Raian couldn’t have been less intrigued. 

The job was easy, since the target was just an old dude. A simple squeeze of his hand had snapped the old man’s fragile cervical spine, extinguishing the last bit of life the guy had left in him. Whatever, he was probably going to die within the next 10 years anyways. But however easy the job was, it was equally long. The target rarely ever worked given his old age, and it took forever to get intel on when the old bag would show up to work. Raian was never able to figure out where he lived, either. He didn’t understand how old people could be so elusive.

I’ve just gotta go report back to old man Erioh and then I’ll finally be able to get home. Raian grunted to himself as he weaved in and out of traffic on his way to Kure Village. I wonder how my bitch is doing… Raian’s expression softened as he thought of coming home to you after being away for so long on this job. He would probably never get used to being received with such excitement and love when returning home from a job. Deep down, he loved it. And deep down, he missed you more and more as the days apart from you passed. He appreciated the short but sweet texts you would send him, telling him that you were thinking of him, or that you missed him, sometimes even complete with a cute or sexy photo of you.

Maybe he should do something nice for you. Since he was in a good mood.

Raian sneered as he slammed his car door shut after pulling up to a random supermarket. Dumb bitch, making me get her flowers. Why do women even like flowers? They’re so useless, can’t even eat them or use them as a weapon. Fucking hell. He grumbled to himself as he picked up some flowers, already knowing exactly which kind he would get since he had taken note of what types of flowers you liked to adorn the kitchen table with in the house. He could be observant when he wanted. He threw some cash at the cashier and stalked back to his car, speeding to Kure Village so he could debrief Erioh and be on his merry way to your arms.

“It’s finished, old man.” Raian leaned against the door frame to Erioh’s office, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched his grandfather raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“I’m surprised it took you so long. I was starting to wonder if you’d finally pissed someone off enough to get yourself killed.” Erioh cackled at how quickly Raian’s smirk disappeared.

“Kill? Me?” Raian snorted. “You know better, you old bastard, no one can kill me.” Raian straightened once he remembered your flowers were resting in the front seat of his car, likely shriveling up in the sweltering heat of the afternoon. “I’m leaving. If you need anything else, don’t.” Raian turned on his heel and waved to Erioh as he exited his house.

“Raian.” Erioh called out to him and Raian huffed as he turned back around to face his grandfather, glaring at him expectantly. “I’m giving you the next two weeks off. Spend some time with your woman.” Erioh smiled slyly and sat down at his desk. “If I’m going to be appointing you as head of the clan anytime soon, I’ll be wanting to see that you are capable of upholding your bloodline.” Erioh gave Raian a pointed look. “Get busy.”

Raian scoffed as he continued to make his way out of Erioh’s house. Way ahead of you.

It took Raian less than 3 minutes to drive the short distance from Erioh’s house in the depths of Kure Village to his own home somewhere in the upper ring of the village.

He unlocked the front door and entered the silent house with flowers in hand, somewhat disappointed that you weren’t jumping into his arms to greet him like you usually did. It’s what he got for trying to surprise you with his return.

“Y/n?” Raian called out as he walked from the front room to the living room, stopping in the kitchen to set the flowers down on the table next to the vase filled with almost identical flowers. He heard a small buzzing noise coming from down the hall and followed the noise to the bedroom. What he found was a delicious sight.

You were lying on the California king, legs open wide, chest heaving, and lips parted in pleasure as you held something small and colorful and vibrating to your clit.

“Hmm, the fuck is going on here?” Raian’s deep drawl shook you out of your haze of pleasure, causing you to immediately close your legs and sit up in slight fear and embarrassment.

“Rai, I didn’t know you were coming home.” Your voice was breathless, your hair slightly tousled, and your cheeks held a shade of arousal that Raian found so delectable. He approached the bed in one long stride and snatched the vibrator out of your hand before you could even think to hide it. “I missed you.” You said bashfully, watching as Raian inspected the toy that fit in between his large fingers.

“You missed me so you tried to replace me with this thing?” Raian challenged, crushing the vibrator between his fingers and shifting his gaze to you.

“Nothing can replace you, Rai.” You sat up onto your knees to become level with Raian, who was still standing by the bedside, now brushing the remnant of your brand new vibrator onto the floor. You slid your hands underneath his shirt and up his chest. “Fusui just…suggested it to me. She knew I was missing you and you never told me when you’d be back…a girl has her needs, y’know.”

“So did that little fucking toy satisfy your needs?” Raian seized your hands with one of his hands and used his other hand to grip your face. You shook your head in blatant and hurried denial. “Good, I’m glad my bitch knows the difference between a piece of plastic and the real deal.”

Raian wasted no time in pushing you back on the bed and placing his knees on either side of your naked body, dragging his shirt off while you made quick work of his belt and pushed his jeans down to expose the bulge in his boxers.

“You see how hard I am already, bitch? This was your plan all along, hm? For me to come home and see my bitch all laid out on the bed for me, ready to be fucked?” Raian sank his teeth into your shoulder, rutting his hips so that his bulge was rubbing against your pussy. You gasped at the sudden contact and wrapped your legs around his hips obediently, giving him more access. “Good girl.” He growled, moving his hands down to squeeze and knead your ass.

“Rai, fuck—I missed you, so much.” You breathed, bucking your hips against his boxers, getting them soaked in your arousal.

Raian sat back on his heels, eyes raking over your naked body which was trembling with excitement at the evening ahead of you. He looked down at his boxers and frowned. “Dirty girl, huh? Getting my boxers all wet with your pussy juices.” He stood up briefly to take off his boxers, releasing his girthy cock and letting it slap against his lower abdomen. You drooled at the site of his pre-cum leaking out in beads from his tip.

Raian kneeled back on the bed and grabbed a fistful of your hair, coaxing your lips closer to his cock until it was fully shoved down your throat. He warmed his cock in your throat until he noticed tears forming at the corner of your eyes and decided to give a good, strong thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag.

“My bitch is gonna gag on my cock, huh? Did you miss the way it tastes? Are you gonna take all this cum for me?” He bullied you, fucking your throat despite your gagging and choking until he was shooting ropes of cum down into your stomach. He slid out of your mouth and let you catch your breath while pushing you back down on the bed and pressing kisses down your neck, to your breasts, to your navel, before placing a chaste kiss to your clit, making you whine and arch your back.

“Does my girl want me to fuck her cunt with my tongue?” Raian smirked at your whining as you twisted his hair in your fists, trying to push your hip into his face. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you t-to fuck me, Rai.” You breathed. “I missed your cock so much, baby.” Raian clicked his tongue before pushing one, then two, then three fingers inside of you, eliciting a high pitched whine from you that originated from deep in your chest.

“Not yet, bitch.” Raian pumped his fingers in and out of you as he licked a stripe up your clit. “I’ve gotta torture you first.” Raian continued fucking you with his fingers and licking and sucking on your clit until your thighs were trembling and he was sure you were about to cum. Just when you felt like you were about to fall over the edge, Raian abandoned your pussy, making you shiver slightly at the cold air that replaced his touch.

You lifted your heavy head to see Raian kneeling again, stroking his cock and spreading his pre-cum to make sure he could fuck you easily. You eyed his cock hungrily, remembering how just moments ago that thing had been shoved down your throat so far you could barely breathe.

Without any warning, Raian hoisted your legs onto his shoulders and leaned down in between your legs to lick greedily up your neck before capturing your lips in a rough kiss, almost feral, that left you dizzy. Raian’s lips put you into such a trance that the pressure of Raian pushing his cock inside of you made you squeal in surprise, throwing your head and arching your back, making Raian’s angle inside of you even deeper.

“Fuck, babe, how could I resist the feeling of your pussy squeezing my cock like this?” Raian picked up the pace, bottoming out with every thrust. “How much did you miss me?” Raian gripped your chin and forced you to look at him, but your eyes were rolling into the back of your head from the pleasure of Raian’s cock filling you up. “Look at me, bitch, tell me how much you missed me fucking you like this.”

You willed yourself to meet Raian’s feral gaze, which made your walls squeeze around Raian’s cock even tighter as he fucked you into the bed. “I missed you so much—baby, I-I dreamed about you coming home and—f-fucking me just like this.”

“Hm, good answer.” Raian's pace started to become erratic and his hips stuttered. “I think I’m gonna let you cum. Is that what you want?” You managed to moan out a yes as Raian’s thrusts became rougher and he squeezed your hips with his fingers, hard enough to leave bruises. He growled as he neared his release and the sound was the final straw to bring on your climax. Raian was not far behind you and he released into you as he bit your bottom lip before smoothing it over with his tongue.

Once he was sure he had emptied the last drop of his cum into your cunt, he slipped out of you and threw himself down onto the bed next to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest. He let you catch your breath before continuing his bullying.

“So me or the toy?” He asked through a smirk. You huffed.

“Rai, shut up. I was just desperate, you were gone for a long time.” You said the last part quietly.

Raian felt a twinge of guilt poke him in the chest. He frowned and ran his hands down your back, squeezing your ass. “Sorry.” He mumbled. Two weeks didn’t seem like that long when he was focused on a job, but he had never thought of how long it must’ve seemed to you when you had to deal with his family every day.

“It’s fine.” You stifled a yawn and curled yourself further into Raian’s chest. “Just as long as you come back to me every time.”

The corner of Raian’s mouth turned upward into what could have been regarded as a smile, had you seen it. He just grunted in agreement. Nothing could keep me away.

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[rdbrainz]

tbh i don’t remember posting these on here and i’m pretty sure i didn’t in any case you just have to look at my art because i’m proud of myself  i think most of these are uhhh... about two years old now?? man it’s been so long

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