Character creation will be the first thing we take care of before the story begins proper. You will be arriving in Tokyo, off of a flight. Martial competitions will be the central focus of the quest. Deciding which style you begin with, as well as what physical qualities you possess, will be crucial for the early stages of your underground fighting career. The quest will also be focused heavily around training in your downtime, so the base you select is not necessarily what you will be stuck with. A boxer can learn to wrestle, a tae kwon do specialist could learn to box, and so on.

There are many styles of martial arts. In Kengan Omicron we will group these into 4 basic groups, with each style having different strengths in correspending areas.

THROWS
PUNCHES
KICKS
HOLDS/LOCKS

Consider this when selecting your style.

>>5702693
Each post will contain various options, arranged alphabetically. You can select one of these options, though at times dice rolls or write-in answers may come into play. For Character Creation we will just be selecting options.

Since /qst/ is rather slow these days the voting window for Character Creation will last an indeterminate amount of time. If it seems like people are unanimous in a decision I'll probably go with that choice earlier, and post the next update faster.

We will start by selecting styles. Styles will add to your overall knowledge of Martial Arts, and cost Ability Points. (Ability Points are only going to be used during character creation)

You start with 100 Ability points. After we select all the styles you want, we will pick some innate physical abilities. So the less AP you spend on martial arts, the more physically capable you will be, and vice versa. Knowledge vs raw power.

For now we will pick your base Martial Art. YOUR FIRST CHOICE WILL COME AT A 50% AP DISCOUNT.

>A. Boxing: A Western Martial art that originated in England and specializes entirely in the use of punches.
AP Cost: 30
Strengths: Footwork, Stamina, Punching Power, Hand Speed, and Defense against punches are all at a high level. Weaknesses: Little to no countermeasures against Throws, Locks, Holds, or Kicks.

>B. Karate: Japanese Martial Art that uses Punches, Kicks, and to a lesser degree Holds, Locks, and Throws.
AP Cost: 30
Strengths: Punching Power and Kicking Power, variety of techniques suited to many ranges and situations.
Weaknesses: Overall short Striking Range, Linear Footwork, lack of specialization.

>C. MMA: Mixed Martial Arts, the fastest growing style in the world. The main domain of public martial arts.
AP Cost: 50
Strengths: The most balanced style available. Your style is a hybrid of boxing, muay thai, and BJJ.
Weaknesses: Jack of all trades, currently master of none.

>D. Kung Fu: Originating from China, there are several thousand known styles of Kung Fu. Your Grandmother taught you.
AP Cost: 30
Strengths: Kicking Power, Agility, Weapons, Throws and Locks but few Holds.
Weaknesses: Physically frail, lack of Punching Power without special techniques.

>E. Pro Wrestling: Shut up, it's a real fighting style.
AP Cost: 40
Strengths: Stamina, Ability to Absorb Punishment, Great Physical Strength and Endurance, Throws/Locks/Holds
Weaknesses: Not much actual martial technique is used

>>5702697
>>E. Pro Wrestling: Shut up, it's a real fighting style.
This fits most with my idea of a guy who literally just starting hitting people one day and really enjoyed doing it.

>>5702703
Sounds like a potential heel!

Being a good person isn't a requirement for getting to the Kengan matches. If anything it usually gets in the way.

>>5702697
>Pro Wrestling

>>5702697
>D. Kung Fu: Originating from China, there are several thousand known styles of Kung Fu. Your Grandmother taught you.

4000 years of history...

>>5702697
>>C. MMA: Mixed Martial Arts, the fastest growing style in the world. The main domain of public martial arts.
I know nothing about this except it's about supernaturally powered dudes fighting

>>5702722
That's all you need to know, really. There are some lighter sci-fi elements as well but that's neither here nor there.

>>5702722
There's a bit of wacky bullshit. But it's mostly just pseudoscience stuff rather than "I am a literal ghost demon from hell".

Going to head to bed soon everyone. I'll probably close the voting in the morning and then post when I get home from work.

The schedule that I'll be able to run is going to be a bit all over the place. Some nights I may post for hours at a time, other times I may only post once a day or every couple days. My timezone is EST.

Everyone have a good night, if you have any questions I'll answer them in the morning.

>>5702697
>E. Pro Wrestling: Shut up, it's a real fighting style.

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Pro Wrestling Is in the lead right now, with one vote for Kung Fu and one for MMA. I'll stilll leave the voting open while I'm at work.

>>5702697
>E. Pro Wrestling: Shut up, it's a real fighting style.
Look up alexander karelin

>>5702697
>D. Kung Fu: Originating from China, there are several thousand known styles of Kung Fu. Your Grandmother taught you.

I like the idea of being some random fucking kid who learned kung fu from his grandma

>D. Kung Fu: Originating from China, there are several thousand known styles of Kung Fu. Your Grandmother taught you.

>>5702697
>D. Kung Fu: Originating from China, there are several thousand known styles of Kung Fu. Your Grandmother taught you.

Pro wrestling is funnier but kung fu sounds like it’ll have more shenanigans involved in our backstory.

>>5702970
Pro wrestling is built on shenanigans. How else do you get so many colorful characters in the biz? Really though, when it comes to downright silly and strange, Wrestlin' and kung-fu are about par. For every story of an ancient master or evil prodigy there is a some guy in a mask who claims to be born in an eagle's nest or a dude that will eat glass and insist it's sugar candy (sometimes it isn't). They've both got great room to put in some girth for backstory.

I'm only really set on wrestling because it's a three-dimensional battle. And because I have bad character ideas already planned out. Including a couple of gimmick traits. In case we get to pick those too.

>>5702697
>>C. MMA: Mixed Martial Arts, the fastest growing style in the world. The main domain of public martial arts.

Kengan huh? Pretty based.

>>5702697
>D. Kung Fu: Originating from China, there are several thousand known styles of Kung Fu. Your Grandmother taught you.
alright, as someone reading kengan omega let's see what's in for us

>>5702722
It's in the realm as Baki if you've ever read that.

>>5702697
>>D. Kung Fu: Originating from China, there are several thousand known styles of Kung Fu. Your Grandmother taught you.
Hopefully it's one of those styles that actually makes full use of one's body weight and isn't just arm punches and outdated tactics.
LOOKING AT YOU WING-CHUN[/SPOILER]

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>>5703197

Pro Wrestling at 4 votes, Kung Fu at 6 votes, and MMA at 2.

Kung Fu wins for our character's base style!

Your AP total is now 85.

You can now go on to selecting additional styles. These will cost full price. Not everything pairs well with Kung Fu, as well, and some extra styles (most of them being Kung Fu) are unique to Kung Fu.


>A. Select Boxing as a sub-style. (30 Points)

>B. Select Brazillian Jujitsu as a sub-style. BJJ specializes in everything grappling. It is an offshoot of Jujitsu modernized for combat sports. (30 Points)

>C. Monkey Style Kung Fu. A sub-style of animal style kung fu techniques, Monkey Style mimics the acrobatic and savage movements of apes and monkeys. (15 Points)

>D. Drunken Master Style Kung Fu. A fluid and unpredictable style of Kung Fu where the user imitates (or becomes) someone who has drank far beyond their mortal limits. (15 Points)

>E. Baji Quan (Eight Extremities Fist) (30 Points) An explosive style of kung fu which utilizes the fists, elbows, knees, and hips to strike vulnerable points on the opponent. This sturdy style offers a high amount of Striking Power.

>>5703324
Woops. Forgot the point cost for the last one. Baji Quan is 30 Points.

>>5703324
>E. Baji Quan (Eight Extremities Fist) (30 Points)
I kinda wanna build towards being an undersized striker that hits way above their weight class, be it through speed and precision or sheer volume of strikes thrown.
[/spoiler]If Freestyle/Olympic Wrestling was on there I probably would have picked that though. It's one of the few grappling styles you have a chance of being taught in China and it's very effective in fights.[/spoiler]

>>5703346
Aaaaaaand I fucked up the spoiler...no big deal I guess.

>>5703346
That would have been a great addition, I should have thought of that. It will certainly be an option later down the line.

>>5703324
>B. Select Brazillian Jujitsu as a sub-style. BJJ specializes in everything grappling. It is an offshoot of Jujitsu modernized for combat sports. (30 Points)

>>5703324
>E. Baji Quan (Eight Extremities Fist) (30 Points)
either this one or boxing

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>>5703324
>A. Select Boxing as a sub-style. (30 Points)
>E. Baji Quan (Eight Extremities Fist) (30 Points) An explosive style of kung fu which utilizes the fists, elbows, knees, and hips to strike vulnerable points on the opponent. This sturdy style offers a high amount of Striking Power.

>We do pic to one of our opponents

>>5703369
You jest, but full powered strikes to the back of the head and base of the skull are fucking devastating.

>>5703324
>C
>D
>E

For a total of 60 points

Let's create the ape shit style of Kung fu

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>>5703372
You think I’m joking??? If this guy could do this, I believe without a doubt we could punch though a guy’s head.

>>5703324
>C. Monkey Style Kung Fu. A sub-style of animal style kung fu techniques, Monkey Style mimics the acrobatic and savage movements of apes and monkeys. (15 Points)
I desire to save points. But also jump good.

>>5703346
Kung fu twinks are over represented imo. Bruce Lee is cool as shit and so is his archetype but it seems like the majority of times a character is doing Chinese martial arts they're always rail thin.

Speaking of alternative styles, I was just thinking Sanda could be interpreted as the modern striking doctrine compared to kung fu.

>>5703379
Oh I'm sure we could given the right training and circumstances, but I think Raian's Grip-n-Rip isn't the best example as he's a genetic freak.

>>5703380
>but it seems like the majority of times a character is doing Chinese martial arts they're always rail thin
Indeed. If anything I still wanna go short, but fucking BEEFY. When we get in range, we make it fucking hurt.

>>5703324
>A
>E
I support the 'through his fucking head' strat

Will we have other things to spend points on? Or are we free to just use them all up?

>>5703324
>D
>E

>>5703387
this

>>5703387
There are "Physical abilities" you will vote for after you're finished selecting your style. Any left over points I'm not sure what I'll do with. I'll cross that road if we come to it.

"Physical abilities" will be things that you are born with naturally. Enhanced reflexes, skeletal density, muscular density, ect.

I'll post the full list of options when we're done selecting styles

>>5703324
>D
>E

>>5703397
Addendum, these are not necessarily superior to the combined power of several styles. Or they may be. it really depends on what combination of stuff you guys choose. Tallying up the current votes...

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E

>>5703352
B

>>5703369
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A

>>5703380
>>5703375

C

>>5703393
>>5703375

D

That's a whopping 6 votes for Baji Quan, 3 for boxing, two for Monkey and Drunk Kung Fu, and one for BJJ.

To whittle this down we will have another vote.

If you pick both you will have 25 points left. This will be enough to get at least one Physical Ability. If you pick just one you will have 55 points left.

>A. Boxing and Baji Quan as a sub styles
>B. Just Baji Quan as a substyle
>C. Baji Quan, and make another vote for a third substyle.

>>5703400
I missed your vote while tallying the current ones. If this happens I will not count the vote. Apologies, this is just to prevent recounts which may delay things. Going to establish this now early.

>>5703384
>lil dude's 5'6" and weighs 300 pounds
>can't even wear regular shirts because the sleeves fucking explode when he picks things up

>>5703405
>>B. Just Baji Quan as a substyle

>>5703405
>A. Boxing and Baji Quan as a sub styles
Fuck it why not?

>>5703405
>B. Just Baji Quan as a substyle
Save for physical ability

>>5703412
Think of it like a compact car with a V8 engine in it and you can kinda see where I'm going.
Ya gotta be strong to help out Grandma ya know.

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>>5703405
>A. Boxing and Baji Quan as a sub styles
>>5703412
>”lil dude”
>5’6”
>.1 inch taller than me
>Mfw

Feels bad man.

>>5703454
Sorry man. I know it's the global average and all, I just default to it. If it makes you feel better I started getting back pain at 20.

>>5703405

>B. Just Baji Quan as a substyle

>>5703405
>C. Baji Quan and Drunken Master

>>5703454
I'm fat

>>5703405
>A. Boxing and Baji Quan as a sub styles
We specialize in punching the fuck out of people

Man, you had the option of going full Mount Tobe with a wrestler who fights for real and you decided to have just another ching chong martial arts guy? Extremely disappointing. Why's everyone gotta pick the worst choices?

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>>5703462
Three for Baji Quan

>>5703414
>>5703454
Three for Boxing/Baji Quan

>>5703463
One for Baji Quan and Drunken Master
I'm not sure how to rule this one. On one hand, more people want to use Baji Quan overall. On the other, more people want to use an additional sub style overall.

Lightning round!

The voting window for this post will only be TWENTY MINUTES.

EVERYONE VOTE AGAIN!

>A. Baji Quan and Boxing, a highly powerful striking combo
>B. Just Baji Quan, saving AP for physical abilities

>>5703481
>A. Baji Quan and Boxing, a highly powerful striking combo

>>5703479
Pro wrestlers are actually fairly well represented in Kengan, meanwhile just about every kung-fu practitioner is some traditionalist twink who exists solely to get shit on. As much as I hate the Chinese government, I feel kinda bad for my chink brethren.
>>5703481
>A. Baji Quan and Boxing, a highly powerful striking combo
THE OLD IN THE NEW, THE IN THE OLD.

>>5703481
>>B. Just Baji Quan, saving AP for physical abilities
Need hax.

>>5703486
My favorite in the story is Liu Dongchen.

>>5703486
Yeah but there's far too much eastern wankery the way I see it. Would have been nice to see a western non-jobber instead of another karateman. Westerners are always jobbers in this kinda stuff.

>>5703481
>A. Baji Quan and Boxing, a highly powerful striking combo
>>5703479
Look mate, I 100% agree with you on that, I wish we could’ve played a masked Luchador myself. But hey, can’t turn back the clock. So why not make a buff as fuck one shorting killdozer of a man instead.

>>5703490
Well, we could be an American with Chinese ancestry if there's gonna be a background vote in the future. Chinatown's homegrown hero and all that.

>>5703492
>So why not make a buff as fuck one shorting killdozer of a man instead
Doing Wu isnt exactly original either...

Five minutes left!

>>5703481
>B

>>5703493
Hell yeah! Chinatown kicks ass!
>>5703497
Shit. True.

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Baji Quan and Boxing win.

You have 25 points to work with.

I'll only list options that you will be able to afford.

>A. Abnormally Strong Trunk Muscles.
Your core is exceptionally thick and strong. You can generate power on strikes that have no leverage, and when properly combined with martial arts, even your jabs are enough to cause serious damage. Your physical strength overall is also enhanced.

>B. Enhanced Reflexes.
Your reflexes are nearly otherworldly, being able to react several orders of magnitude faster than your average world-class martial artist.

>C. Superhuman Crushing Grip
You were born with an abnormally strong grip. You can easily break wood, rock, and bone. It is possible to develop this natural strength even further. It also enhances the power of your hand strikes.

>D. Enhanced Skeletal Density
The density of your bones is several times harder than that of the average human. It is comparable, but not as complete, as the partial training done by other styles such as Karate and Lethwei. Your striking power is enhanced due to your extraordinarily hard bones.

Yeaaaah seems like this choice chain went sideways, good luck thinking of something that is actually original

>>5703505
AP cost? or we can pick just one?

>>5703510
Just one. They all cost 25 points, the remainder of your points.

>>5703505
>B. Enhanced Reflexes.
Your reflexes are nearly otherworldly, being able to react several orders of magnitude faster than your average world-class martial artist.

>>5703505
>A. Abnormally Strong Trunk Muscles.
If we're gonna punch people, we're gonna be the best at it

>>5703512
>>5703505
damn. so
>B. Enhanced Reflexes

>>5703505
>>D. Enhanced Skeletal Density
The foundation must be the strongest in order to build the greatest of wonders upon.

>>5703512
Foiled by the boxing boys. We could have had a fifteen inch cock and another genetic lottery trait if it weren't for them. Alas!

>>5703505
>C. Superhuman Crushing Grip

The asshole handshake.

>>5703505
>C. Superhuman Crushing Grip
GRIP HIS DICK
GRIP HIS DICK AND TWIST IT

>>5703505
>Your core is exceptionally thick and strong. You can generate power on strikes that have no leverage, and when properly combined with martial arts, even your jabs are enough to cause serious damage. Your physical strength overall is also enhanced.

>>5703508
I will say, as far as the Kengan universe goes you guys have created a fairly unique striker.

Your base kung fu gives you skill with kicks, and agile physical conditioning. This also gives you the ability to defend against kicks well, which Boxing lacks.

Adding Boxing to that adds power and technique to your hand strikes, as well as boxing footwork and blocks, parries, and feints.

Finally, Baji Quan is focused on using your elbows, hips, shoulders, and knees. It gives you explosive striking force even at point blank range.

Long range, middle range, and short range. Punches, kicks, elbows, and knees. You've created a hybrid striking style that is distinct from typical "Kung Fu"

>>5703505
>Your reflexes are nearly otherworldly, being able to react several orders of magnitude faster than your average world-class martial artist.

Mostly cause I wanna dab on the lightning simp

>>5703554
Going after A listers already huh?

>>5703554
>trying to react to a guy who moves so fast he literally disappears from sight
That's how you get your chin checked homie.

>>5703535
>>5703505
>C. Superhuman Crushing Grip
Changing to this. If we ever got caught by a good grappler, I want to be able to threaten to take a chunk out of them.

>>5703556
True, but if we pull it off, he will never live down to being out paced. And that's what I want, cause it'd be funny, like beating Julius in a test of strength

>>5703505

>B. Enhanced Reflexes.
Your reflexes are nearly otherworldly, being able to react several orders of magnitude faster than your average world-class martial artist.

ACCELERATE THE FIST INTO THE CHEST CAVITY, SPEED KICK THE HEAD OFF OF YOUR OPPONENTS, LAND MULTIPLE BAJI BLOWS TO THE BALLS, ENHANCE VELOCITY OF ELBOW INTO THE SPINE OF YOUR OPPONENT, SPEED IS GOD, SPEED IS KING, SPEED IS VIOLENT

>>5703513
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>>5703554

4 For Enhanced Reflexes.

>>5703518
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>>5703557

3 For Superhuman Crush Grip

Enhanced Reflexes wins it!

You have 0 AP Points leftover, character creation is now complete. As mentioned at the beginning of the thread, the story will begin with you stepping off of your flight to Tokyo.

But first, how you got there...

>>5703559
Well at least you didn't say something completely unrealistic like out-swimming Karo.

>>5703580
I'd prefer to befriend Karo. He's the best

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmfudW7rbG0

SOMEWHERE IN THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS OF THE EASTERN UNITED STATES

Your name is Billy.

Billy Yang.

Your full name is Wen William Yang.

On top of a small hill, lies your home. There are chickens, a couple of goats, and even a cow. It's your responsibility to feed and care for the animals, and you've been helping with these tasks since you could walk. You vaguely remember your father teaching you how to do this, when he was still around. The sun has just finished rising, and there's still dew dripping off of the spring grass.

You're preparing for a full day at school. There are four other children in the first grade, and five in the second. They've combined your classes due to the lack of students. Despite your meager mathematical ability, you could probably count everyone you know if you tallied it in the dirt. After a full day of learning and play, your mother begins to walk you to your home. You had no way of knowing this would be the last time you would be seeing your friends.

Your mother, and grandma, just call you Billy. You are a mere six years old. At this age, you have had fortune of never truly experiencing violence. This is about to change. Your mother is a beautiful, pale skinned chinese woman with black hair she often wears up in a bun. As you're looking up at her on the walk back from school, raindrops begin to fall from a cloudy sky.

Lightning flashes.

Suddenly, things skip forward. It seems as if you've blinked, and they've begun to surround you.

Mysterious men, with no particular uniform. The only thing you can discern is that they are speaking Chinese and are very well dressed for this part of the country. Especially in incliment weather. You think it's odd that they don't have rain boots on. They're arguing very loudly with your mother, and you tell her it hurts as her fingers coil around yours, the knuckles turning white.

Once more, things skip forward. Lightning flashes. Your mother is a tigress, flashing through the men with elbows strikes, kicks, and knees. She slides forward before explosively spinning and slamming her shoulder into a suited man's broad chest. He gloes flying, scattering mud and briefly halting his allies. Wood splinters off of a tree as he cracks into it, unconscious.

Another rushes her, and her foot flies up to strike the bottom of his chin and send his consciousness to heaven. A throwing knife impales her in the thigh, and she looks to you with eyes full of fury and fear.

"Run, Billy! Go to grandma!"

---

>>5703621
Suddenly, you wake up from the dream. Your entire body is covered in a cold sweat.

Every since that day, for ten years, every single day, you would ask your grandmother the same thing.

"GRANDMA, TEACH ME KUNG FU."

The two of you packed and left for Chicago after the incident, living in it's Chinatown district. You began to go to a typical public school, and for ten years you would beg your Grandmother to teach you. Each time, she refused. It was not an angry refusal. Though she was tough, she did not like to argue. You knew that if she said no, she meant. Each day went along, and she quietly turned you away.

As you got older, she began to pour more responsibility onto you. Cleaning! Housework! Delivery runs on your bicycle! Community service for the elderly! All of this was expected of you, and more. In addition to staying on top of your school work, you embraced the tasks given to you. Still, you would beg her each day to teach you Kung Fu. Each day with the same result.

When you turned twelve, you began to start physically conditioning yourself with intent. Your gym teachers at school were more than happy to supply you with the basics of calisthenics.

For four more years, you kept on like this, until you turned sixteen.

On your sixteenth birthday, after coming home from being with your friends, you flick the kitchen light on. Grandma is sitting at the kitchen table, holding a warm cup of tea between her aching hands. You can tell just by looking at her that she's been crying. Your apartment is small and dingy compared to the rustic comfort of your country home. You step forward, setting your bookbag down. She doesn't react. She stares into the teacup, almost hypnotically.

"Grandma, is everything okay?"

She leaps from her seat, shocking you with the sudden display of mobility. First, the liquid from her tea cup comes flying at you as she flings it in your face. By some miracle you step out of the way, though you've never seen her move like that in your life. Your eyes follow the tea as it splashes on the ground. An instant later, the tea cup strikes you in the head and shatters.

A droplet of blood runs down the outside of your brow, as you look at your grandmother standing on the kitchen table with a fighting pose assumed. With her standing on the table, she's just as tall as you are. You're about 5'11, and thanks to your diligent calisthenics, about 150 lbs of fairly lean muscle. You'd also secretly begun attending boxing lessons, paid for by your savings.

She suddenly flings a kick at you, and you raise your wrist in time to block the attack. The impact of her fuzzy slippers on your forearm is dampened. She's pulling her strikes. The old lady grins at you, missing quite a few teeth. "Good reaction, Billy. I don't know whether I've been dreading or looking forward to this day. I figure you're at the age where young people fight, whether their elders like it or not! I hope you're ready to learn some Kung Fu!"

Your father's mother leaps from the table with a screech, attacking you yet again. Pots and pans clatter, and the cat yowls. "Wait, I'm not ready!" you yell. All is audible from outside the apartment window, a bum looking up with mild interest from underneath a newspaper.

This was your life for the next nine years, until you turned 24. Kung Fu, Baji Quan, and Boxing became your very existence. You made money for yourself by teaching your abilities to grandchilren, nephews, and nieces of the elders of Chinatown. As the dojo grew in size and fame, you even began to duel infamous 'dojo crushers', who wandered from place to place wishing to test the masters of various dojos. Each time, you would step in for your grandmother, who preferred to smoke from her pipe and observe the martial artists of the modern day.

A year passes, and you turn 25. Your grandmother has now passed away. Without her, you don't feel it's right to continue teaching, as you do not consider yourself a master of any style, let alone Kung Fu. You shut down the dojo, and begin fighting in underground promotions to support yourself.

This is where you caught wind of the Kengan Association.

They say that there are martial legends who eclipse the public world.

With no true attatchments, you set off in the pursuit of strength. You've got a decent amount of savings to sustain yourself but your Japanese is poor and you don't know anyone in town. The dearest friend you've got is on your mobile phone, a former classmate who's a wizard with technology. He's the one who clued you into the Kengan Association.

After getting to your (fairly) cheap motel, you settle in for the night.

You reflect on leaving behind your friends and the folk of Chinatown. Though you may not have been blood related, they were like an extended family for you. Part of you dreams of returning their one day with riches earned from the Kengan Matches, and fixing all of their problems.

This thought lets you drift off to sleep.

The sun comes through your open curtain, and you crack your eyes open, looking out over the vast city of tokyo from the small balcony of the cheap motel.

You stretch, and grin. "This is awesome! The weather feels great here!"

Suddenly, a lit cigarette hits you in the well defined pectoral. "Yeowch!!" you yell, in an exceedingly-untough fashion.

That's when you remember you're just in your underwear.

Looking down, a young woman sweeping the parking lot yells at you. Her hair is done up in a messy bun, and she looks quite tired. Even though she's a pretty young woman, she has the vibe of an old crone. You can tell because of the way she's pointing at you and yelling. "Put some fucking clothes on! What do you think you're doing, do you want to give my great aunt a heart attack?! Just because you've got all those muscles doesn't mean that-"


The rest of what she's saying is lost in the torrential downpour of fluent Japanese. She's way too angry, and way too fast for you to understand right now. You slink back into the motel room, get dressed, and start to plan your day. Hopefully you can avoid her until later.

Where WOULD one go to find underground fight promotions? It was difficult enough in the US, where you fluently spoke the language and understood the culture.

It's morning. Where do you want to go, in Tokyo?

>A. Wander around dangerous neighborhoods. Criminals should know, right? Maybe they'll try to mug you if you flash some cash.
>B. Go to local dojos and gyms. Even if they consist of mostly public fighters, surely some of them fight in the underground.
>C. Call your friend Samuel, and see if he can give you a lead before you start putting your foot to the pavement.

>>5703627
>B. Go to local dojos and gyms. Even if they consist of mostly public fighters, surely some of them fight in the underground.
While it's not the smartest option, it certainly seems like the most obvious choice for Ol' Billy. Worst case scenario, we acquaint ourselves with the locals.

>>5703627
>>A. Wander around dangerous neighborhoods. Criminals should know, right? Maybe they'll try to mug you if you flash some cash.
When in doubt, hit something.

>>5703627
>B. Go to local dojos and gyms. Even if they consist of mostly public fighters, surely some of them fight in the underground.
It’s time to dojobust boooooooooooiiiii!

>>5703621
>Chinamen killed our mom
The only correct solution I see is to attack any/all chinamen we meet to see whether or not they killed her! THIS IS THE MOST SMART PLAN!!!

>>5703645
>The only correct solution I see is to attack any/all chinamen we meet to see whether or not they killed her! THIS IS THE MOST SMART PLAN!!!
Don't punch mirrors, dude.

>>5703647
FUCK! A FLAW IN MY PERFECT PLAN!!!

>>5703647
>>5703649

It's bad luck!

>>5703649
>>5703650
A plan too good to exist. It would have worked, too. Eventually we would have hit the right people. His plan, was too strong.

>>5703627
>B. Go to local dojos and gyms. Even if they consist of mostly public fighters, surely some of them fight in the underground.
Either we find something, or we learn about the local fighting scene. Win win

>>5703633
>>5703645
>>5703656

Three votes for checking out public institutions.

>>5703638
One vote for beating up the economically challenged

>>5703627
>B. Go to local dojos and gyms. Even if they consist of mostly public fighters, surely some of them fight in the underground.
>>5703659
I propose a small modification to anon's plan: beat up every CEO we see until one of them brings us into Kengan.

>>5703627
>C. Call your friend Samuel, and see if he can give you a lead before you start putting your foot to the pavement.

>>5703662
Beating up the economically privileged, eh? That's an angle I'd never considered.

You peek out the window, making sure the cleaning lady isn't around before departing. On your way towards the city there's a breakfast vendor offering a variety of freshly cooked food. You pick a number of items off of the list before handing the man at the register a wad of cash from your pocket.

Frankly, your appetite is pretty shocking for your frame. You've bulked up since your teenage days, standing at around 180 Lbs now. There's a bit of extra muscle packed onto your frame than what would naturally be there, due to your high focus on striking techniques. Your shoulders and back in particular are large. You're wearing a red tracksuit with a vertical white stripe down the side, with a white tanktop underneath. You also have a pair of Jordans on.

Walking through different neighborhoods, you flip through your phone for the nearest dojo or gym you can find. To your surprise, there's actually one within just a few miles of your motel. It's called the Kasparov MMA Gym.

You look up, and grin to yourself. "Well, it's settled then! That's where I'm going. I remember when people used to come to my dojo and challenge me. I'll have to be careful, most of those people ended up losing.."

Walking forward, you ponder what exactly you'll be coming up against.

it's not much longer before you arrive at the clean looking entrance of the gym, wedged between several other shops. In spite of it's cramped appearance, the overall aesthetic of the gym is clean and high tech. Lots of glass and chrome. You see a pretty receptionist look up at you as you enter.

"Hi!" she beams. "Are you new here?" she asks.

You look down at her name tag. Her name is Kobe.

>A. I am. I would like to fight your strongest member, please.
>B. No, I'm a regular. Thanks though. (Walk past her into the gym)
>C. Is there a free class I could take?

I'll be heading to bed now, everyone. I will probably close the voting sometime around the afternoon tomorrow. I'm not sure how much I'll be posting, I'm going to mostly take it day by day and see. Some days I may make many posts, others I might update just once, or not at all if I can't get to it. In any scenario I will try and give you guys heads up IN THESE THREADS.

I'll also be posting on the quest thread general anytime I begin posting again.

Later down the line I may end up making a discord channel where I could notify people I was running. But we'll cross that road when we come to it. I'll be around for a bit longer to answer questions.

>>5703677
>A. I am. I would like to fight your strongest member, please.

>>5703677
>A. I am. I would like to fight your strongest member, please.

>>5703681
sleep well QM, ty for the quest

>>5703677
>A. I am. I would like to fight your strongest member, please.
>>5703681
Thanks for running.

>>5703677
>A. I am. I would like to fight your strongest member, please.

>>5703681
Goodnight QM!

>>5703677
>C. Is there a free class I could take?

>>5703677
>A. I am. I would like to fight your strongest member, please.

Give me your toughest battles, Kobe

I just now realized whatever we say is gonna be in broken Japanese.
They're not ready.

>>5703746
fuck yea

>>5703746
So we'll be like based jerry tyson? Fuckin rad

>>5703677
>C. Is there a free class I could take?
Yea, I'm down for a Kengan quest

hindsight and all but it might've been fun to go for a kung fu style that isn't so overused, pretty much every chinese martial arts character just does baji stuff in Kengan. 5 million schools and everyone uses the same one, the series has like one animal style guy ffs and it even faked out having a tai chi guy

>>5703677

>A. I am. I would like to fight your strongest member, please.

>>5704029

Eh I won't complain as I came in late and genuinely like Baji Quan, but I get the sentiment. I believe that we aren't simply gonna be locked into this particular bit of Kung Fu seeing as we got Boxing implimented as well, I figure that in Kengan fashion we'll improve our fighting style by fighting different types of opponents and pick up a thing here or there when they're not genetic freaks(which I'm personally sad about, I wonder what kinda Fightin' Eugenics crafted monster we all coulda developed).

But still we're challenging a dojo so it's just a starter my anon, don't worry until we start rollin'

Which speaking of when you get back QM, what were a few of the higher AP mutation choices we coulda picked if we saved up?

Bit curious what you had planned there

>>5704049
Yeah it's more frustration with Kengan talking than complaining about this here fresh new quest, still, something to keep in mind since there's so much we could get up to!

>>5703677
>C. Is there a free class I could take?

>>5704052
One was having a superhuman cardiovascular system that ensured you rarely, if ever ran out of endurance due to your breathing. This would have let you move, strike, and grapple at a much faster pace than others without getting burnt out.

Another is the Superman Syndrome, if you're familiar with that from the Kenganverse. This was easily the most expensive one though.

There's also Bando Yohei's hyper joint mobility.

Lastly was a form of "super analyzing", comparable to Kaneda's Foresight. You can still acquire Foresight via training, but this version would let you read your opponent multiple moves ahead.

>>5704115
There are some more, but I don't want to list them all as they may be used for character ideas later.

A wins by overwhelming majority. Voting window is closed. I'm going to settle in from work and make a post in a few.

"I am. I'd like to fight your strongest member, please."

Kobe's grin deflates slightly. "Uh, alright. I'm not really the person to ask about that. I can direct you to him, though. First I'll need you to sign some waivers and stuff. We get guys like you every now and then."

You grin. "Really? So Dojo busting happens here too, huh?"

Kobe wipes her brow, and slides a form over to you. Thankfully she gives you an english copy without you having to ask for it. "This is to ensure that you understand we're not liable for any bodily harm that happens to you."

Before she's even finished speaking, you've already signed the form and handed it back to her. "Yeah, that sounds good. So I just go through those doors there?"

She nods. "Yeah, you want the russian man kicking the heavybag. You'll know him when you see him, trust me. Good luck!"

As you turn and walk away you throw a thumbs up without looking back. "Thanks, Kobe. I'll be back in a few minutes."

The girl watches you stride through the doors into the gym, briefly opening up the lobby to the sounds of weights clattering and bags being struck. She looks around briefly for any approaching customers, before putting a small sign on the desk.

OUT TO LUNCH

Kobe throws on a pastel blue hoodie and scurries through the double doors, giggling to herself. "This is the best part about this job."

Once you've entered the doors of the gym, you're surprised by the state of the art equipment in every direction. There are numerous rings and cages full of sparring partners, and rows of punching bags of various shapes and sizes.

There's a handful of men and women hitting them, but one stands out in particular. Ivan Karaev, former middleweight kickboxing world champion. He's sharping his famed Reaper's Scythe, a high kick with explosive power and speed. Even though he competed as a middleweight, from what you can tell under his grey sweats, he's bulked up a fair bit. He probably weighs comparable to you, if you had to guess.

>>5704152
You remember reading an article on a combat sports website about his retirement. Apparently he became the Vice-President of a cold storage company, somehow. You're snapped out of your musings by the explosive impact of his leg hitting the heavybag, easily weighing several hundred pounds and being larger than either of you.

The colossal bag actually jumps into the air quite a bit, prompting a looong whistle from you. Hands in your pockets, you slowly begin to stroll forward.

Kobe is hiding in plain sight by pretending to watch two MMA amateurs wrestle in a cage nearby. Each of them are frantically working for the dominant position. She looks past them, at you as you approach Ivan. The former world champ is completely in the zone. He either doesn't see or doesn't care that you're approaching him.

>A. Just talk to him. Introduce yourself, first. Tell him you're familiar with his matches. Then maybe ask about the Kengan matches after building a rapport.
>B. Kick the bag yourself, and see how your strikes compare to a former world champion's.
>C. Rush forward and begin a surprise attack on Karaev. Your grandmother would routinely ambush you, praising the idea that one should always be ready for combat at the drop of a needle. Is it really a true test of your strength if it's simply 'sparring' ?

>>5704154
>A. Just talk to him. Introduce yourself, first. Tell him you're familiar with his matches. Then maybe ask about the Kengan matches after building a rapport.

>>5704154
>A. Just talk to him. Introduce yourself, first. Tell him you're familiar with his matches. Then maybe ask about the Kengan matches after building a rapport.

>>5704154
>A. Just talk to him. Introduce yourself, first. Tell him you're familiar with his matches. Then maybe ask about the Kengan matches after building a rapport.
I'm sure he'll ask us to spar anyways, especially if we bring up the Kengan matches. That said, I'm surprised he has time to train nowadays given his Vice President position at Lihito's company.

>>5704154
>B. Kick the bag yourself, and see how your strikes compare to a former world champion's.

>>5704154
>A. Just talk to him. Introduce yourself, first. Tell him you're familiar with his matches. Then maybe ask about the Kengan matches after building a rapport.
We're just a nice american boy from the mountains, no need to act all unpolite

>>5704154
>A

>>5704177
The mountains was just your early youth, after your mother was attacked you and granny lived in Chicago until you came here.

>>5704180
>Protagonist is from chic*go
Dropped, completely unreadable.

>>5704154

>B. Kick the bag yourself, and see how your strikes compare to a former world champion's.

I think making a statement by action would do as well as talking

>>5704115

>Coulda had Superman Syndrome
>mfw we are not a average built dude of hyper dense muscle.

A shame. Coupled with the Baji and we could pull a Shigurui moment and spinnung backhand a guy's lower jaw off

>>5704185
Oh come on, Chicago is actually pretty decent as far as big cities go. Just ignore their crimes against pizza.

>>5704188
>chicago is ok if you ignore the two things it is known for
Shit dude the bathroom is a great place to eat if you ignore the shit and piss, too. kek

>>5704188
Chiraq
Our kung fu might as well be gun fu

>>5704231
>Using weapons in kengan
Might as well shoot yourself and save us the time

Having some coffee and probably doing the last update for the night. Tomorrow I'm off with no plans so I plan to update periodically throughout the day then.

"Hey there! That kick was really something else. Could I ask for a moment of your time, Mr. Karaev?"

He looks up, and sweeps back the sweaty blonde hair stuck to his forehead. "Huh? I'm a little busy, actually. But I can always help a potential customer. I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"Yeah, I'm new." you say with a slight grin. It's a good thing he's seemingly polite. He looked pretty scary at first, even if you do have a slight size advantage he still has a menacing aura.

"If you know me by name I'm guessing you're probably familiar with my career."

You nod. "Yes, sir. I watched many of your matches before I ever learned to throw a punch. You're certainly an inspiration. My name is Wen William Yang, but my friends call me Billy."

Karaev laughs, shaking his head. "That's far more than I deserve, but I appreciate it. Ever since I retired, I use the money from my new career to fund this gym. I still stop by to train and stay in shape."

Judging by his reactions you can guess that he regularly has people recognize him. He seems more humble than you were anticipating. You consider that ego doesn't factor in when you reach Karaev's level.

Ivan extends his arm, looking for a handshake.

Kobe munches on a granola bar as she watches the exchange. "What the hell, I thought they were about to fight.."

As your fingertips brush against Karaev's time slows to a crawl. There as a nearly imperceptible hesitation in his hand as your fingertips brush his. For Karaev, it happens completely unconsciously. For whatever reason the former world champion's instincts kicked in as your hand approached his!

The hesitation barely lasted a tenth of a second, but that's well within the window of your extraordinary reaction speed. Instinctually as well, your hand pursues his as it slightly pulls back, and clasps it tightly. Frankly, it wasn't even intentional on your part. He moved, and you intercepted.

Karaev's gaze hardens as he begins to squeeze your hand. Though he's putting up a good face, the man's blood has just run cold. To anyone else in the gym, this would look like a normal handshake. But in an instant, Karaev was able to get a read on your potential abilities.

You squeeze his hand back, shaking it. After a moment there's a trembling sensation. On reaction you look down at his hand in confusion. He steals it back, pulling away from you. "A-Actually, I have to go. I have a uh, important business meeting to attend. We're developing a new type of fighter- FRIDGE, a new type of refrigerator."

Immediately, Ivan pulls his hood over his head and makes a break for the back door. He's power walking at full speed. "If you talk to Kobe she can get you set up with a membership, I-I'll see you around Bimmy!"

"It's Billy!" you say. The rear door slams shut. You frown.

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Most people in the gym barely even noticed the exchange, except for Kobe herself. As if on cue, she appears beside you in her pastel blue hoodie. "What the fuck!" she exclaims.

"What the fuck!" you exclaim in surprise.

You turn and look at the short girl. "You scared me."

She puts her hands on both hips, frowning at you. For the first time you notice she's wearing black spats and sneakers. "And you scared my uncle. I've never seen someone do that. What did you say to him?"

>A. Nothing, I just introduced myself.
>B. He's your uncle? Are you a fighter too?
>C. Hold on, I'll be right back. Again. (Follow Ivan to the alley outside the gym)

>>5704279
>C. Hold on, I'll be right back. Again. (Follow Ivan to the alley outside the gym)

>>5704279
>>C. Hold on, I'll be right back. Again. (Follow Ivan to the alley outside the gym)
I can understand him getting spooked, but to run away so suddenly? There's gotta be more to this.

>>5704279
>C. Hold on, I'll be right back. Again. (Follow Ivan to the alley outside the gym)
its on

>>5704279

>C. Hold on, I'll be right back. Again. (Follow Ivan to the alley outside the gym)

YOU CAN'T GET AWAY THAT EASY IVAN

>>5704287

Maybe we are just that spooky, but yeah it does seem strange he is just running away from us without gaguing the fight. Unless he can read how many guys we beat the shit out of on our knuckles I have no clue yet

>>5704319
His instincts as a veteran fighter probably told him that we're no average joe, but what spooked him was the fact that we were able to read his flinching and just act on it unconciously.
Given what that implies about our actually fighting abilities, he probably got the sense that we'd be able to act on whatever opening he presented, no matter how small.
Given his style, I can understand why he'd be spooked about somebody who can take advantage of openings so easily.

>>5704279
>C. Hold on, I'll be right back. Again. (Follow Ivan to the alley outside the gym)
Now i want to ambush him like granny did to us
Is he a real fighter?

>>5704279
>C. Hold on, I'll be right back. Again. (Follow Ivan to the alley outside the gym)

>>5704353
>Is he a real fighter?
Is he even the real Karaev?

>>5704328
The benefits of getting kicked in the back of the head every day is that you learn how to not get kicked in the back of the head every day is that you learn how to not get kicked in the back of the head every day. Look at us, we turned out just fine.

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>>5704376
If you're getting hit in the head, just lean into it! It worked out for Ippo up ther-UH...nevermind.

>>5704279
C but also B, lets keep trying to be a little social

>>5704367
We have made a rookie mistake and are actually talking to unrelated wrestler Aslan Karaev (there was an amateur sumo wrestler turned MMA fighter named Alan Karaev who was coincidentally active around the same time as kickboxer Ruslan Karaev)

>A. Nothing, I just introduced myself.

Let’s not be uncourteous.

>>5704279
>A. Nothing, I just introduced myself

Well, he is retired. Maybe he just doesn't really feel like fighting us.

>>5704285
>>5704287
>>5704293
>>5704313
>>5704353
>>5704366
>>5704417
>>5704468
>>5704808

C wins by overwhelming majority

Your eyes are locked onto the door that Ivan left through.

"Hold on, I'll be right back. Again."

There's a spring in your step as you stride towards the door. Kobe follows right behind, talking to you the whole way. She's saying something about how if you do anything fishy she's going to call the cops. You can hardly hear her. His response there was really odd. Was it something you said? It seemed like it was going well right up until he left. You swing the door open into the back alley behind the businesses.

Ivan is standing at the end of the alley. The buildings surrounding you cover the area in darkness, it's comparatively cool.

You stop, staring at him. Kobe follows from inside, and bump into you as you hold still. "Why'd you stop!?" she yells.

Ivan doesn't move, but his tone is dead serious. "Kobe, go back inside. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes call the cops."

She doesn't move, looking between the two of you and slowly backing up further into the alley, close to the dumpster at the end.

Slowly you take your hands out of your pockets, and he does the same thing. Your stare holds with his.

"What do you really want?" he demands.

Slowly, naturally, your guard comes up and you form in your boxing stance. Elbows tucked in and fists just above the chin, feet shoulder width apart. Ivan does the same, though he doesn't put as much weight on his front foot. His kickboxing stance is a bit more upright. It's more similar to how you stand in your base Kung Fu stance. He's able to check and react to quicks faster like this.

"I came to ask about the Kengan Matches." you say, matter of factly.

Ivan smirks, beads of sweat still dripping down the side of face. "So does that mean you're not with the Worm? You're just an underground fighter?"

"Something like that." you say, cooly. Then you actually register what he said. "Worm?? What?"

Ivan takes a deep breath, and sighs, holding up his high guard. "Don't worry about it. Look, if you know about the Kengan Matches, I'm gonna go ahead and warn you. They're no place for an ordinary fighter like myself."

Your eyes widen. A master of the craft just told you that the Kengan Matches were too advanced for him.

>>5704948

He begins to inch his way towards you slowly. His face hardens. He's speaking to you through his body language. Ivan Karaev is telling you that he's coming for you. Slowly, you begin to step in place, building a rhythm. You keep your guard tight, preferring an orthodox stance when you Box.

You estimate that you have a slight reach advantage.

How do you want to approach the situation?

>A. Let him come within range of your punches, and try to catch him with Jabs and Straights, your fastest strikes.
>B. Switch to your Kung Fu Stance and engage him at kicking range. Test the skill of a champion at the strike he's best at.
>C. Switch to Baji Quan once he gets within distance, and use your Tetsuzanko. (Iron Mountain Lean.) This Baji Quan technique lets you stomp forward, possibly ducking under an attack, and slam into the opponent with your shoulder as you come up. If it hits clean, it has the power of a knockout blow.

>>5704949
>A. Let him come within range of your punches, and try to catch him with Jabs and Straights, your fastest strikes.
Lets see what hes got
Basically everyone after this is going to be stronger

>>5704949
>>A. Let him come within range of your punches, and try to catch him with Jabs and Straights, your fastest strikes.
I know he's gonna kick us. But I want to punch him.

>>5704949
>C. Switch to Baji Quan once he gets within distance, and use your Tetsuzanko. (Iron Mountain Lean.) This Baji Quan technique lets you stomp forward, possibly ducking under an attack, and slam into the opponent with your shoulder as you come up. If it hits clean, it has the power of a knockout blow.

>>5704949
>A. Let him come within range of your punches, and try to catch him with Jabs and Straights, your fastest strikes.
See how out speed matches up

>>5704949
>A
let's start slow

>>5704953
>>5704954
>>5704957
>>5704975
>>5704976

A wins

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The closer he gets, the steadier your breathing becomes. The shuffling sound of his shoes scraping against the asphalt becomes the only sound you can hear. The world around you seems to become more vibrant as your concentration rises, zoning in on his presence.

He's entered kicking range, and stops moving. From here either of you could lash out, but missing with a kick can be a high risk. Even one as strong and fast as Ivan's. It's far more likely he'll try to set up his attack with a combination first.

Ivan's stance widens slightly, dropping his hips down and sitting on his center of gravity. Now his stance looks more like your boxing stance. His head starts to bob and weave lightly in a steady rhythm. He begins to edge forward again..

You shoot your Jab. Ivan pulls back with his upperbody just a bit, swaying to avoid the strike. It lands on top of his guard, but with his sway the force was diminished entirely. As he leans back, Ivan brings up a high kick with shockingly fast speed. It seems like he had faith that his high kick would be comparable in speed to your jab.

He would have gotten you, too. Most people follow the jab with a straight. The 1-2 is the most fundamental, and effective in Boxing's arsenal! Timing a high kick between the combination as a counter is the type of thing a former champion would be able to do on the fly!

Even with training, it's exceedingly rare for humans to be able to react to visual stimuli faster than 200 milliseconds. With significant training, it's said that this is the human limit. Your reaction speed is a currently a terrifying 78 milliseconds.

You stop your 1-2 combination.

You see Ivan's left leg come up.

You sway back, just as he'd done.

The kick cuts the air with a slicing sound, passing just in front of your field of vision. There's a tangible pause in the momentum of the fight as his kick misses. Tangible to you, at least.

With the opening provided by his miss, you step forward and slam home your right cross with laser point accuracy at Ivan's chin. The blow twists his head to the side, rapidly shaking his brain and taking the strength from his legs. The former world champion crumbles in front of you, landing on his rear and supporting himself with one hand on the asphalt.

"UNCLE!!" Kobe screeches. She rushes forward and kneels down beside him. You stop, your guard still up. Frankly you haven't really processed what just happened, you mostly acted on instinct.

Ivan wipes the blood coming from the corner of his mouth away, and Kobe helps him to his feet. "I'm okay. He wasn't really trying to hurt me, thankfully."

You grin. "That's a knockdown in kickboxing, right?"

He nods. "I thought I felt something weird back there in the gym. You remind me of my boss and his friends a bit. I think the Kengan Matches might be a good fit for you."

Kobe, still holding her uncle up, looks up at him. "What's a Kengan Match?"

He looks down at her with a soft smile. "Why are you still out here?"

Even though he's smiling his eyes are telling a different story. She nervously chuckles. "I'm gonna go now."

As she walks past her uncle, she bumps into you and pushes you out of the way. "Hey!" you say, but she ignores you on her way in. You shrug, and turn back to Ivan.

He hands you a business card.

"This is who you're going to want to talk to. My boss at the Cold Storage company is actually a fighter himself. Tell them Ivan Karaev sent you."

Tenderly, you take the card. A feeling of warmth rises up from within you. It's good to know that no matter where you go in life, your martial skill will allow you to connect with others. Grandmother often spoke of the life of combat being a lonely one, but this is already reminding you of your days of fighting in the streets of Chi-town. "I can't thank you enough, Ivan."

The kickboxer smirks. "Consider it a reward for the effort you've put in to become this strong already."

You point. "But you're still training, right? You have more muscle than when you were an active fighter!"

Ivan flexes a bicep. "What, this? This is just for the missus. Too many fighters blow up in weight when they retire, I think."

You nod, feeling like you've just learned something important. "I see."

Karaev watches you closely. "I think Mr. Yamashita is going to like you. If you to the office now you might be able to get there before it closes."

With a bow and a final handshake, you and Ivan go your separate ways. Walking out of the alley and back into the main streets of tokyo, you put the card Ivan gave you into your pocket. The card reads-

YAMASHITA TRADING CO.

That's when you also feel another card. "Huh?"

You pull it out. It's a card for the Kasparov gym, except written over it is one word in english.

KOBE <3

On the back is a phone number. For now you stick the card in the pocket of your red sweats.

Apparently this Mr. Yamashita of the Yamashita Trading Company is where you should go next to follow up on the matches.

>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.
>B. Go back to the motel and call your friend Samuel and talk to him for a while. He might be able to give you more info on Yamashita Trading Co. before you go there. You could always call the number on the Yamashita card later.
>C. Call Kobe and find out why she would give you this card. As the protagonist, you do not understand.

>>5705049
>B. Go back to the motel and call your friend Samuel and talk to him for a while. He might be able to give you more info on Yamashita Trading Co. before you go there. You could always call the number on the Yamashita card later.
being smart may be impossible, but we can try

>>5705049
>>B. Go back to the motel and call your friend Samuel and talk to him for a while. He might be able to give you more info on Yamashita Trading Co. before you go there. You could always call the number on the Yamashita card later.
Wow Ivan must really like high quality Japanese beef. He even gave us his number to call him if we ever want to grab some. What a nice guy.

>>5705049
>>B. Go back to the motel and call your friend Samuel and talk to him for a while. He might be able to give you more info on Yamashita Trading Co. before you go there. You could always call the number on the Yamashita card later.

>>5705049
>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.

>>5705049
>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.

>>5705097
>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.

>>5705049
>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.
On the way
>C. Call Kobe and find out why she would give you this card. As the protagonist, you do not understand.

>>5705049
>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.
A lead's a lead, gotta chase it.

Going to break for a few hours, I may be back around later tonight to post again. Good job beating Ivan.

>>5705115
If Ohma with scoliosis could beat him, I would have been shocked if we couldn't.

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>>5705117
He is probably the weakest fighter in the series if I had to guess. You guys made the right choice with caution, though. His high kick is a real threat.

Of course your striking skill and reflexes more or less nullify it via dodging.

>>5705123
If he was a smarter fighter, he'd use that signature high kick as more than just a finisher.
For example, he could have used the chambering motion as he turned on his foot and raised his knee to provoke a reaction out of us before repositioning or mixing it up with some more combinations to push us back.
The point I'm trying to make here is that it has the potential to be a tool with more depth to it's usage than just "hit the guy", but that goes for just about every technique to some degree.

>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.

>>5705049
changing >>5705102 to >>5705103

>>5705049
>A. Go ahead and go there first thing. If you do other stuff today you might not have time later.
>>5705143
He could probably make a brazilian kick out of it with some work.

Hey everyone. Just letting you all know I will not be updating today. Will most likely resume tomorrow. Have a good Friday.

>>5705670
Arigato Ref-sama.

>>5705321
He could do any number of things with it, but he seems content to use it solely as a finisher. Kind of a shame when you think about it, but it's hard to feel bad for a former world champion turned businessman.

Ended up being busy today friends. I will post for after work tomorrow however. Sometime around 5 PM est or so

>>5707243
alright, thanks for the heads up

>>5707243
I blame the worm.

>>5707243
np QM

>>5704948
>>5707300
You know? The more I think about it, the more I realize that the odds are very very good that the Worm were probably the ones that killed our mom…shit.

>>5705075
>>5705097
>>5705102
>>5705103
>>5705105
>>5705169
>>5705321
A wins by overwhelming majority. There were also a couple votes to call Kobe on the way so we'll go ahead and do that too. Post is on it's way

You walk down the street with both of the cards in your hands. After reading the adress, you plug it into your phone and get a general idea of where to go. Once you're on your way, you put the Yamashita Trading Co. card back in your tracksuit pocket.

Then you dial the number on the card that Kobe slipped into your pocket when she bumped into you.

"Hello? Is this Kobe?" you ask.

"You called me. Yes, it's Kobe." she says, mildly annoyed at your stellar density.

"Why'd you give me this card?" you inquire. Best to be direct.

She takes a deep breath, and launches into her explanation. "I wanted to find out about the Kengan matches as well but if I gave you this card while Uncle Ivan was there then he'd have scolded me for not listening to him and told my parents and probably cut my hours at the gym to keep me safe and-"

The young lady keeps going with her explanation. Oh my god, she's not going to stop, is she? It's probably been at least two minutes now. You put her on speaker and check the GPS so you don't get lost while you're walking. After another minute, she finishes. "Is that alright?"

Oh shit, you weren't listening. You're coming up on the Yamashita Trading Co. building now. It was actually surprisingly close.

How do you respond?

>A. I wasn't listening
>B. Yeah, that sounds good, sure thing
>C. Goodbye. (Hang up)

>>5707529
That's the thing, I think there's a chance it wasn't The Worm.
Their low level operatives almost always disguise themselves so as to blend in with their surroundings, even going so far as to assume entirely different identifies while doing so.
I'm not entirely sure the men who attacked our mother did any of that, but we did notice one thing. They were "very well dressed for this part of the country."
Coming out in flashy clothes reeks of old school gangsters, and the fact that they were speaking Chinese makes me suspect the Triad.
Could be Ma and Pa didn't immigrate to the US legally and were deliberately avoiding most of the Chinese American communities (and thus the Triad) by hiding out in the Appalachians.

>>5707677
>A. I wasn't listening
Please just text us the novel next time woman.

>>5707684
>A. I wasn't listening

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>>5707677
>A. I wasn't listening
>"I'll call you back later."
Ah, she rambles. Next time let's tell her to use one sentence.

>>5707677
>A. I wasn't listening
A density to surpass metal gear

>>5707677

>A. I wasn't listening

>>5707683

I'm gonna suggest it here: Our family has angered the Criminal Shaolins in the past and we're gonna suffer the concequences. So the only way forward is MORE Kung Fu

>>5707684
>>5707687
>>5707694
>>5707697
>>5707698

A wins

>>5707707
I have to say, this is probably the most like-minded quest I've been a part of

>>5707733
Character creation was pretty split

>>5707733

We're in sync is what it is! Means when the time comes for training and fighting alike we'll come up with something good

>>5707739
True, but I wasn't there for it so it doesn't count! /s

"I wasn't listening." you say flatly.

The line goes quiet for a long moment. "Okay." she says. "I just want to know about the Kengan Matches too. Don't tell Ivan."

You nod slowly, not really understanding why that would be a problem. "Got it. I'm about to talk to Mr. Yamashita now, I think. I'll call you back later when I get to my room and let you know what I find out."

"Yes! Thank you! Your name's Billy, right?"

"Billy Yang, that's right." You walk into the shadow of the Yamashita building. It's several stories tall, but not exactly noteworthy. It just seems like an ordinary office building. "Goodbye."

"Wait-" she says, but you've already hung up. She seems like a nice girl. You're happy you've already made a friend in Japan. Striding up to the glass doors, you let yourself into the lobby and are greeted by no one. There's a desk, but no secretary manning it. There's a series of buttons near the stairs.

A sign on the desk reads "Buzz yourself in. Yamashita Trading Co. Third floor."

Walking over to the buzzers near the stairs, you press one. "Hello? I'm looking for Mr.Yamashita?"

"Come on up." says a demure voice. It obviously belongs to a woman. You go up the stairs of the ordinary building, and let yourself into the extremely ordinary looking office room. There are several desks and boxes and boxes full of paperwork and files. The cabinets by the walls are practically spilling over with information, though organized to some extent. Seated at the desk near the window is a beautiful blonde woman in a professional suit. She looks as sharp as can be with her glasses focused on a computer, typing away.

"Hello. I'm Akiyama Kaede. How can the Yamashita Trading Company help you?"

Glancing around, you're honestly not sure if you're in the right place. You figured it'd be some kind of dingy club on the bad side of town. "I'm a fighter. I want to join the Kengan Matches. Am I in the right place..? Ivan Karaev told me to come to this address and speak to Mr. Yamashita."

She stops typing after a moment, and turns to face you, folding her hands on the table. "That has yet to be determined. Mr. Yamashita is currently out right now. However, I can fill in for now. How familiar are you with the Kengan Matches, exactly?"

You grin. "They're supposed to be the best underground fights this side of the planet. The fighters on your roster duke it out for huge corporate deals! My buddy Sammy told me about it. Because of the money at stake, the greatest fighters alive today come here. Isn't that right?"

There's a gleam in her glasses as she watches you carefully. "I see. So you understand the basics.. Why is it you want to fight in the Kengan Matches? You understand they're essentially no-holds barred? Deaths are a regular occurance, although we've been trying to change that.."

Holding up a fist, you clench it in the air. "Kung Fu."

"Huh? That's not an answer.." she says, brushing a hair from her face.

Your knuckles whiten, and a familiar feeling begins to rise in your chest. "That's real Kung Fu. A real fight. I can't use all of Kung Fu's techniques in a professional ring. I'd never be able to fight with my full strength in that world. I want to go there. To the underground, where monsters reside!"

Now, you're clenching both fists, and raising them in the air as you shout. "That's the moment when I know I'm strong, when I know that the training that I-"

Kaede is holding up her hand.

You quiet back down, relaxing. "Uh, yes?"

She's typing something on the computer now. "That's enough. I think you're the right 'type', so to speak. Sometimes we get people who are only in it for the money. They're usually not worth our time."

You blink. You had this whole speech about your backstory ready to go. Maybe she's used to this kind of situation.

Kaede slides a piece of paper across the desk, and looks at you expectantly. "Well? Come get it. Fill this form out and we'll set up an appointment for your exams."

"Exams??" you say, shocked. High school was hard enough.

She smiles. "A fighting exam. It's to ensure your skill is on par with other fighters making their debut. The Yamashita Trading Co. effectively rents out the roster of fighters to various corporations for the matches. You'll be freelancing under our wing. It's a bit different from how the Kengan Matches used to operate, but it's meant to ensure fighter safety."

You nod slowly, kneeling in front of the desk. You begin to slowly fill out the form. It asks you about your age, fighting style, professional experience, and other things. A couple minutes goes by and you hand it over to Kaede.

She punches a few keys on the keyboard and looks back at you. "How does tomorrow sound fine?"

"Yeah!" you say with a big smile.

As she enters your information in, the door behind you opens up. Glancing over your shoulder, you see a late-middle aged man taking off a ball cap and hanging it up. He's carrying a plastic bag in one hand. The man turns to you and grins. "Hello. I'm Yamashita Kazuo, what's your name?"

Standing up, you turn to him and bow deeply. "My name is Wei William Yang, but my friends call me Billy Yang. I want to fight in the Kengan Matches!"

He chuckles. "Well, that's wonderful. I think young people should do what they want. You'll be old before you know it!"

Mr. Yamashita walks past you and sets a packaged sub-sandwich on the desk. "Here's your turkey club, Kaede. Let me know how it is. I have to stop going heavy on the buffalo chicken. My stomach hasn't been doing well lately."

You blink. Yet again, this isn't at all how you thought it was going to be. This is the CEO of the company that distributes fighters for the Kengan Association? The fights where billions of dollars are at stake? This might possibly be the most unassuming man you've ever met!

>>5707767
Kazuo turns to you after a second. He and Kaede continued to speak while you were lost in thought. "Oh, I was actually going to head to a Kengan Match later tonight. How would you like to join me? See if it's up to your expectations. You remind me a bit of a couple of young gentlemen who recently started staying with me, hehehe.."

You nod rapidly. For years you've wanted to see this. Not just in blurry leaked pictures, but the real thing.

He smiles. "Swell. Let's have lunch first, though. Are you hungry? You can have half of my sandwich. It's a bit spicy, though, fair warning. They used to call me 'Hot Stuff Kazzy' when I was a kid. No matter how spicy, I'd never turn it away, haha! Funny how things change."

After a refreshing lunch, the two of you start to head out. You say your goodbyes to Kaede, and thank her for everything. She seems like a nice lady.

"Actually, there are two Kengan Matches taking place today. What type of martial arts would you like to see? There's a highly skilled Sanda fighter going against a legendary Japanese bantamweight boxer. They're both making their debut. But there's also a match with a couple of veterans in it. A pro wrestler vs a kung fu practitioner!"

>A. Sanda vs Boxing
>B. Pro Wrestling vs Kung Fu

>>5707769
>B. Pro Wrestling vs Kung Fu

>>5707769
>>B. Pro Wrestling vs Kung Fu
I would love to see two world class champions go at it, but we need to see what kung fu looks like for their misbegotten kind.

>>5707772
>B. Pro Wrestling vs Kung Fu

>>5707769
>A
tf is sanda

>>5707769
>B. Pro Wrestling vs Kung Fu
No rest for the wicked I see.

>>5707803
>tf is sanda
China's home-grown combat sport! Think of it like Kickboxing and Muay-Thai with a coat of Chinese paint.

>>5707772
>>5707782
>>5707783
>>5707811
>>5707783
>>5707811

Four for A, two for B.

>>5707769
>A. Sanda vs Boxing
>>5707823
isn't it the opposite ?

>>5707829
Yes, you are correct. I meant B. B is the winner. B as in Bingo.

Is it too late to invite Kobe with us? Or do you think that would be a faus pax?

The two of you depart.

"We have to take a short bus trip. Don't worry, I'll cover your cost."

On the way there, he asks you some questions about your life. His eyes grow wide as you tell him the tale of how your mother passed, and your ensuing journey to master martial arts. Through his eyes, he can clearly see the mixture of passion and pain that drives you.

Kazuo quietly wonders to himself if the Worm was involved in your mother's death, but he quickly dismisses the idea. That was years ago, on the other side of the world. The odds are just too great.

He asks you about your grandmother, and seems to get a great deal of joy hearing about your youthful days of training under her tutelage.

You smile a wide, toothy grin. "She says that her husband, my grandfather, taught her how to do Kung Fu. Then she taught me father, and my father taught my mother! Even though I didn't get to know much of my family, I feel connected to them through fighting."

Kazzy the emotional wipes a tear from underneath his bespectactled eyes. "I can hardly think of a better reason to fight than that."

>>5707891
Just when the conversation was beginning to wind down, the two of you arrive at your stop. It seems to be a construction yard for a large skyscraper. Kazuo guides you past some intimidating looking guards to a fairly large gathering of people on the ground floor. He nudges you. "Gonami Corp. is making a new pachinko parlor here. In the meantime we're hosting a few Kengan Matches here. It shouldn't be much longer before the fighters are introduced."

Looking around the room, you get a good feeling for the type of people who are watching the match. They're openly discussing betting on the fight, and the odds of those involved.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3QKxk7tWzc

"I've never seen anything like this." you mutter.

Kazuo chuckles. "You're handling it a lot better than I did! Oh, hey! The first fighter is coming out now!"

A young asian in a revealing black dress grabs hold of a microphone as it's dropped down to her from a cord. As she picks it up, a sound system booms over the crowd. "Ladies and gentleman, thank you for your patience! Introducing our first fighter, out of the blue corner! Weighing in at 155 pounds, standing at 5'9" inches tall! Fighting for Penasonic, with a Kengan Match record of 14 Wins, and 2 losses! Fighting out of Hong Kong, it's Chao "The Poison Hand" Chen!!!

Suddenly, entrance music explodes all around you. Frankly you're wondering how the police don't discover this sort of thing. Then you notice there are actually a couple uniformed police offiers eating snacks and watching. Just how connected are these people!?

Smoke billows from one side of the open arena as the fighter is escorted in.

An unassuming young asian man appears before the cheering crowd. He has long black hair tied back in an intricately woven braid. He's wearing a typical white kung-fu outfit, buttoned all the way to the top. His hands are folded back behind him out of sight.

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>>5707893
An unassuming young asian man appears before the cheering crowd. He has long black hair tied back in an intricately woven braid. He's wearing a typical white kung-fu outfit, buttoned all the way to the top. His hands are folded back behind him out of sight.

He calmly walks to the center, in front of the referee. Chao Chen hardly seems disturbed by the circumstances around him. From your perspective, he really does look like a veteran fighter. Kazuo sees you looking at him wide eyed, and laughs. "He's a Kung Fu practitioner like you, right? Let me know if you think you could beat him after this!"

Just gauging with your eyes, you imagine that you'd easily be able to overpower him with strikes. That's when you notice something odd though. The man's right hand is bandaged entirely, beyond his wrist and up his arm.

Suddenly, the mild-mannered boy starts to scream. "Yeeeeaaahhh!!!, I'm winning this one, motherfuckers!! It's good to be back, let's fuck shit up, AARARRGHGGGH!!!"

He stomps the ground beneath him furiously, pounding his chest. The crowd cheers politely. The man is nearly frothing at the mouth. Kazuo sighs. "His personality doesn't match his looks, or his fighting style, at all.."

After the explosive outburst, suddenly he pulls back. His arms wave around in a synchronized manner, and you suddenly get the impression that he's gathering energy with his motions. He takes a deep breath, and is suddenly centered again.

"Is that Tai Chi?" you ask.

>>5707897
Kazuo nods. "It is. He's the only one in the Kengan Matches who uses Tai Chi as a fighting style."

You frown. "My grandma taught a Tai Chi class for the elderly back home."

Mr. Yamashita pats you on the back. "Don't judge a book by it's cover!"

The announcer begins to introduce the next fighter as the music fades.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfjTZLxekig

She takes a deep breath, and begins to shout their bio as the next song kicks in.

"Introducing our next fighter, out of the red corner! Weighing in at 255 pounds, standing at 5'10" inches tall! Fighting for Toyoda, with a Kengan Match record of 29 Wins, and 5 losses! Fighting out of Osaka, it's Minato "The Minotaur" Takahashi!!!"

Out the smoke rushes a mass of muscle the likes of which you've never seen. He has long wavy black hair that hangs in front of his face, obscuring his eyes. There's a gold nose ring as well, just like a bull's. The only clothes he's wearing are black spendex trunks and black and blue boots with laces. Even though the man is slightly shorter than you, he's carrying over 70 pounds of pure power. There's a quality to his figure that you can't quite nail down. His body isn't built for striking, and it isn't built for grappling either. As far as you can tell, he isn't a martial artist. But one thing is certain. This guy is fucking strong.

Minato makes devil horns with both hands and jeers at the crowd, leading to a ferocious chant. It's obvious that Minato is the crowd favorite.

Kazuo laughs. "I love all the pro-wrestlers on our roster. They know how to get the crowd involved in the fight. Being able to sell yourself is a part of the matches that gets neglected sometimes. Chao Chen could learn a thing or two from him.

Minato stomps his way to the ref, and promptly spits a spray of mist into Chao Chen's face. The two immediately begin to hurl obscentities at each other, and the ref puts her hands between then and shouts at them to get back.

The first Kengan Match of your life is about to begin.

That's all for tonight everyone. I'll be around for any questions, comments, concerns ect. for a few hours.

I'll continue posting sometime tomorrow, possibly in the morning.

>>5707890
Kazzy would not encourage this at the moment, though maybe later

>>5707899
what is pro wrestling if not striking or grappling

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>>5707926
It's describing the way his musculature is built, not the style of fighting.

>>5707931
Pro wrestlers. For when you need to watch someone get seven shades of shit kicked out of them and still get back up and talk smack. Kengan wrestlers are great.

Going to make one update before I go to work. It's coming soon.

"FIIIIIGGGGHHHHT!!!!"

The fighters were already fairly close to one another. A single step leads into a running start, and with another step the Minotaur is upon Chao Chen. In terms of height they're not far apart. The stark difference in the amount of muscle each fighter carries could not be understated, however.

Minato clenches his huge fist and sends it crashing down from above. Composed, Chao Chen slowly sinks down into a Tai Chi stance with his arms wide out. To avoid the blow, he pivots off of one foot and smoothly steps out of the way. It wasn't even a particularly fast movement. He simply smoothly stepped just enough to avoid the hammer strike.

The punch whiffs, and suddenly Chao Chen's arm slithers past Minato's and a palm strikes the bottom of his jaw. The bull staggers, stepping forward and reaching out to grab the smaller man with a bear hug. Yet again, Chao pivots, this time ducking underneath the huge arm sweeping towards him.

"This circular motion is essential to his style." says Kazuo. "And the Bull only ever charges forward. It might seem like a bad match for the Minotaur, at first glance."

He ends up behind Minato. As the wrestler turns to face him, Chao shouts in fury as a he fires off a lead roundhouse kick. The blow connects solidly, and Chao takes a step back to observe the effect of his strikes.

The bull continues to rush forward. As far as you can tell, there's barely even a scratch from those two hits. They both landed as counters, too. You're certain that you have more striking power than Chao Chen, but you're not sure if it'd be enough to penetrate that sort of toughness. You've never seen anything like it.

>>5708522
An open handed slap comes in from the side, and Chao Chen ducks under it. Minato stumbles forward, losing his balance. However, instead of trying to correct himself, he launches a tackle off of the one foot still on the ground. Just as Chao Chen comes up, he's met with a massive collision. He throws his guard up and leaps off of his feet slightly, dispersing the impact of the blow. He's sent flying, however, and skids on his back near the edge of the arena.

As he slides, he uses the momentum to flip back up and over. He's certainly got the agility of a seasoned Kung Fu practitioner. As you're analyzing his skills, you note the bandage sliding off of his arm. Now, Chao Chen's right hand is exposed. He holds it out in an open palm. The color is a nearly irridescenat purple, all the way up to the base of his elbow. You've heard of the various types of Poison Hand used in Kung Fu, but you've never actually seen it in action.

You could swear that you feel the ground rumbling as the Minotaur marches on. His advance isn't particularly fast, you notice, but he is always moving ahead. Crossing your arms, you furrow your brow. The bull rushes in, but yet again Chao Chen evades the blow. This time, he strikes him with a palm strike on his forearm using the poisoned hand."

Kazuo smiles. "Wondering how poison could be allowed, huh?"

You nod slowly. "I know it's an underground fight. I'm guessing that because it's a part of his body, acquired through training, the Kengan Association lets it slide."

Mr. Yamashita gives you a thumbs up. "Bingo. The Chen clan's poison hand technique is actually nonlethal, as well. They're a clan of bodyguards, not assassins. The poison affects a person's stamina, heart rate, and body temperature. It'll make you feel like you're fighting in the desert! Who do you think is going to win this one, Billy?"

>A. I think the Minotuar will win. It doesn't seem like Chao Chen's blows are affecting him, right now. Eventually he'll catch him and finish him off with either blows, a lock, or a throw.
>B. I think Chao Chen will win. He's been able to avoid the Minotaur's blows for now, and now that his poison is in play he'll just continue to get slower and slower.

>>5708524
>A. I think the Minotuar will win. It doesn't seem like Chao Chen's blows are affecting him, right now. Eventually he'll catch him and finish him off with either blows, a lock, or a throw.
I am invested in Wrestle Coin

>>5708524
>B. I think Chao Chen will win. He's been able to avoid the Minotaur's blows for now, and now that his poison is in play he'll just continue to get slower and slower.
4000 years will never lose to gweilo wrestling. Even pankration was humiliated by kung fu, never mind shoot.

>>5708524
>A
pro wrestling won't job today

>>5708544
>B. I think Chao Chen will win. He's been able to avoid the Minotaur's blows for now, and now that his poison is in play he'll just continue to get slower and slower.

>>5708524
>>A. I think the Minotuar will win. It doesn't seem like Chao Chen's blows are affecting him, right now. Eventually he'll catch him and finish him off with either blows, a lock, or a throw.
If he's anything like his contemporaries, I think Chen's in for a rough time.

>>5708524
>A. I think the Minotuar will win. It doesn't seem like Chao Chen's blows are affecting him, right now. Eventually he'll catch him and finish him off with either blows, a lock, or a throw.

Advantage, Minotaur.

>>5708524
>B. I think Chao Chen will win. He's been able to avoid the Minotaur's blows for now, and now that his poison is in play he'll just continue to get slower and slower.
I'm feeling that the wrestler will job

>>5708524
>A. I think the Minotuar will win. It doesn't seem like Chao Chen's blows are affecting him, right now. Eventually, he'll catch him and finish him off with either blows, a lock, or a throw.

Classic turnabout, a quintessential wrestling story beat. Let em think you're on the ropes then BAM, the pop that follows is gold.

>>5708530
>>5708552
>>5708626
>>5708642
>>5708823

A wins.

The Minotaur skids to a stop as he pivots to face Chao Chen. The huge man kicks up a cloud of dust as he does so. His eyes are locked onto his opponent. The seasoned martial artist across from him is holding his stance confidently. You can't quite see from here, but you're almost positive that Chao Chen is smirking. Slowly turns his outstretched palm over, and urges the bull to come at him. The small crowd roars in response.

As Minato charges through the arena he outstretches his arms. It couldn't be more clear that he was going for a bear hug. Chao Chen assumes a crane stance, balancing on one leg and putting his own arms out to the sides. The single knee he's standing on is partially bent.

The bull comes within range and Chao leaps upwards with a jumping front kick. The blow lands as a counter, snapping back Minato's head and stunning him briefly. Chao grabs him by the hair and pulls himself in to slam home a hard knee. From there, he slams the Poison Hand onto the Bull's head and pushes himself off just as the wrestler makes a grab for him.

Though he misses the grab, Minato keeps his momentum up and keeps stumbling forward after Chao Chen. Seeing that his opponent is still off balance, Chao darts in a slaps his abdomen with the Poison Hand. Because he isn't putting any bodyweight into the blow, he can deliver as quickly as a jab and resume his circular footwork.

"It's not exactly textbook kung fu." you note. "He's mixing in his own style of brawling with a highly defensive style. It's dangerous though. He should just play it as safe as possible with this guy instead of engaging him. I think the bull is going to catch him eventually. Even with that poison working on him."

Kazuo doesn't respond. It looks to you like he's focused on the fight. He definetely heard you, though.

>>5708866

Speaking off, the bull is beginning to sweat heavily. The man's huge back is even beginning to heave a bit as he turns and searches once more for Chao Chen. Even though the effect is nonlethal the substance seems to be quite potent. He's only been struck a handful of times. Minato locks onto Chao Chen once more, going even slower than before. It's starting to look like your prediction might have been off.

Just as you're beginning to lose faith in your dark horse, the massive man suddenly exhibits incredible dashing speed he didn't possess before. Dust kicks away from the floor as his thundering steps charge forward. In a mere several strides he is upon the shocked Chao Chen.

"He was faking being tired!!!" you shout, astounded.

Kazuo laughs. "He never went full speed until now. Minato is quite good at pacing himself."

Chao Chen leaps into the air and unleashes an overhead spinning kick.

This time, the bull charges in headfirst. Quite literally. He smothers the attack by ramming his head into Chao Chen's leg before it could generate full power. He probably reduced the damage by about half, as well as pushing Chao Chen up and into the air a bit.

Chao tumbles mid-air, his light from blown back by the beast of a man. Minato takes a stomp forward, still running at full speed.

One more step, and he brings his right arm up, and finishes the fight.

His arm crashes into Chao Chen's guard, as he's in midair, but he slams his next step forward and aims slightly down.

"IT'S A LARRRIIAAATT~~~!!!!" screams the beautiful announcer. The arena is showered in dust as Chao Chen's body is slammed into the earth with machspeed force.

The Poison Hand tries to disperse the force of the technique, but Minato anticipated he might try this. This is why he slammed him into the ground. It would be impossible to break his fall meaningfully when faced with raw power like this.

"The Minotaur is our victor tonight!!!"

You cheer. The loser is carried out on a stretcher, as paramedics rush in to help him. You don't see very much blood but an impact like that could have life-long reprecussions regardless.

Kazuo turns to you. "So what do you think?"

You smile, and turn to him.

>A. I'm ready to enter the matches. I want to do this ASAP. I think I could beat both those guys!
>B. That was intense. I hope I'll have enough time to prepare before the exam.
>C. I'm not sure if I'm ready for this, actually. Do you think you could help me, Mr. Yamashita?

>>5708867
>B. That was intense. I hope I'll have enough time to prepare before the exam.

>>5708867
>B. That was intense. I hope I'll have enough time to prepare before the exam.

I''ll be updating again tomorrow morning or afternoon. Good night everyone.

>>5708867
>B. That was intense. I hope I'll have enough time to prepare before the exam.

>>5708867
>B. That was intense. I hope I'll have enough time to prepare before the exam.

>>5708874
>B. That was intense. I hope I'll have enough time to prepare before the exam.
>>5708888
sleep well QM

>>5708867
>A
our kung fu is superior

Ended up being busier than I thought today. Going to be updating for a couple hours now.

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>>5709044

B Wins

"That was intense. I hope I have enough time to prepare before the exam."

The crowd is starting to disperse. You and Kazuo leave the venue, taking another bus back to his office. Now that you've seen this it's going to be difficult for you to sleep tonight. Your pulse is racing and your body electrified. Since you've been training for a while, you tend to get a 'feeling' for strong guys when you see one. It's some combination of their physical gait and the body language they display.

Both of those guys were strong. Stronger than all of the people you'd met in Chicago, barring a few exceptions.

Kazuo watches as you lean forward on the bus seat and grip your wrist with your other hand. It's taking everything you've got to stop it from shaking in excitement. "Mr. Yamashita?" you say without looking.

"Yes?" he says, cooly.

"I can't thank you enough for this. I feel like if I can win on this stage, I'll be a bit closer to.. being the fighter that I want to be."

You stare down at your quivering fist. The desire to fight is so electric you feel as though you could jump right out of your skin.

"What kind of fighter is that?" he asks. The engine of the bus you're on rumbles between the pauses in your speech. Somewhere in the traffic an accident is nearly avoided as a driver lays on their horn.

You look up slightly, through your brow. "The kind of fighter that's strong enough to protect anyone he loves."

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>>5709849
Kazuo adjusts his glasses. "I wonder how far you could get in the Kengan Matches with a reason like that. I'll be happy to help you become that fighter, Billy. When we get back I'll set an appointment up. There's a number of fighters who are involved in the process of preparing rookies. The next exam is in one month. I was thinking of a few people who might be a good match for you. But first, I was hoping to get a bead on what your abilities are exactly. I've got a good eye when it comes to knowing who's strong, so I'm not worried about you being too weak for the matches or anything. This is more to.. learn more about your temperment under pressure, I guess!"

Kazuo grins. For an older guy, he has a pretty cheery demenor. You're starting to like him a lot. He's a lot calmer and pleasant than your grandmother was, god bless her soul.

"I'm ready to fight anytime, Mr. Yamashita."

He gives you a thumbs up. "Great. Koga should be getting home now! He was travelling overseas for a Purgatory match, recently. They're another promotion that the Kengan Association is affiliated with."

You blink. "There's whole other groups of fighters as strong as the Kengan Matches?"

Kazuo nods, looking out the window. "It's a big world out there, Billy."

Once you arrive back at the Yamashita building, Kazuo asks you to wait outside for a moment. A few minutes later he returnes, followed by a blonde japanese man. You're guessing he's actually a couple of years younger than you. He's wearing a black tanktop and beige slacks. Immediately the two of you lock eyes and begin to size one another up before Kazuo begins to speak. "This is Billy Yang. Billy, this is Narushima Koga. He's one of the Supernovas! A small group of promising up and comers in the Kengan Matches. I've told Koga all about your desire to get stronger."

Koga holds out his hand. "Sup. You're looking like you're ready to spar, am I right?"

At once, you unzip your red tracksuit top and hand it to Mr. Yamashita. "I'm already warmed up from watching that bout. Let's go, Koga!"

Mr. Yamashita takes a few steps back. "I-I'll referee, so please listen to me if I start to yell. This will be a mock Kengan Match. That means anything goes, but no intentional killing. Is that clear?"

The two of you begin to take your fighting stances and speak simultaneously. "Yeah."

>>5709857
Koga takes up a fairly standard kickboxing stance. As soon as he does so, a mysterious pressure begins to overcome you. He's actually roughly similar to you in size. You're somewhat taller, but he has an extra 10 lbs of muscle it seems. Especially around the shoulders and back you notice he's well developed.

What kind of stance do you want to approach Koga with? As it stands, you're having a hard time getting a read on how strong he is. You're positive he's a skilled striker though. The way his body is built and the way he holds his center of gravity tells you that.

>A. Do the same thing you did with Ivan. Try your Boxing fundamentals and see how he reacts to that.
>B. Try to use Kung Fu. Intercept a strike of his using your advanced reactions and try a finger lock. If you can submit him with that you could end things instantly.
>C. Go completely on the defensive, and use your Baji Quan stance. Wait for him to enter your range and then move to super-close range where he may not be used to fighting.

>>5709858
>B. Try to use Kung Fu. Intercept a strike of his using your advanced reactions and try a finger lock. If you can submit him with that you could end things instantly.
You're at your weakest when attacking, so going for a counter right off the bat might be the way to go.
Also I didn't expect to get a match in with the boy wonder so soon. When exactly does this take place again?

>>5709858
>A. Do the same thing you did with Ivan. Try your Boxing fundamentals and see how he reacts to that.
Since this is a fight we are unlikely to die or get grievously injured in lets try all our forms to see if they work on an active fighter in kengan matches

>>5709861
This is taking place in 2019, when Koga has started training with Ohma. So, post Purgatory vs Kengan, and pre-Berserker bowl.

>>5709875
I see. This is gonna be a tough fight then.