Furyo was back in town! Knowing Machiko and her police buddies would anticipate him returning to usual haunts, he decided to break the mold. Not sure if today was time for an all out blitz against his enemies or a chance to relax and chill out, he decided to go somewhere unexpected. He decided on Akihabara Electric Town. Thats like nerd heaven for the Otaku Jet-set and local Anime Perverts who go to buy action figures from girls dressed as cutesy anime girls in sailor outfits modeled on private school outfits. Furyo dips into a grocery store to buy some cheap alcohol, whisky, sake and beer. He also bought all the kitchen knives, screw drivers and meat tenderizers they had in the hardware section to figure out if today was time for a Mad Max suicidal attack or to have a cartoon orgy with squeaky prostitutes fresh in from the country side.
Furyo looks like Akuma from Street Fighter since ditching his clothes and picking up a costume, of coarse he picked the most outlandish karate gee with a bright orange wig under a Hunter Thompson style fisherman cap and aviator sunglasses. Honestly he looked like a dangerous lunatic but the cartoon girls outside hostess bars and video game shops didn’t think so, he was stopped several times to take photos with foreign girls. He decided to walk in circles around the outskirts of the area to find some Yakuza hanging out in alleys or dim lit side streets. It didn’t take long for him to see a group he was not familiar with. Seeing as the Devil Clan was mortally wounded and presumed dead, any one hanging out in the open was assumed as a rival.
Sitting down in a dry doorway as rain came down like cats and dogs, he drank his Nikka Whisky and watched these bozos smoke cigarettes under umbrellas. Listening for some keyword, eventually he heard the name of the Beast Clan. So there were his fathers henchmen? Not impressed he walked up and pretended to bum a smoke. As the Yakuza turns with a sneer to slap him across the face… the imbecile walked right into Furyo’s up swing with a flat head screwdriver, punching into the guys mustache and tongue three times before abandoning that tool and going to work with a large block meat tenderizer. Smashing in another idiots sinus cavity and sending an eyeball flying from the last guy. Then Furyo gets to stomping on their legs and arms so they cant get off the ground. Disarming them, he enters the door they were guarding and ascends the stairs.
Looks like this is a brothel. Hearing sounds of distress from several rooms, he decides today they are going out of business. Pouring Whisky and Vodka on the curtains he begins throwing the Johns out the windows. Every time he runs into a Yakuza he blows the guys knees out and shoot them in the bladder. Furyo is digging this place as they play cool Grunge music and all the girls are tied up in bondage, he tries to politely tell them it’s time to flee the scene. Rising floor after floor, he knocked the teeth out of any one with a shade of hostility. Still not finding the Beast Clan, he knows there is some room where they are all gambling. Coming to the final floor, its more upscale, must be their private lair.
Girls here are all drugged in stupors, leaning over tables or face down in their drinks. Furyo doesn’t want any collateral damage so he runs two girls at a time down to the street, making three trips. Finally he can kick off some real unpleasantness Taxi Driver style. Finding a Beast Clan thug abusing a girl in a back room, Furyo buries a butcher knife into both his lungs and gives him a Chelsea smile, while sending the girl running to gather any more innocent bystanders out of the now blazing building. Furyo sits down for a drink and waits for somebody to come stop his chicanery, dressed as an Otaku while wielding a silenced UZI submachine gun he took off a body. Hearing dozens of footfalls rushing up the stairs… its time for Blitzkrieg.
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The Beast Clan is named not just for the savage cruelty of its members, but their origins of the group is otherworldly. Beasts are feral beings from a nebulous stage of history. Brutish and sporting ugly tusklike teeth. Beasts can appear human but when confronted, they can devolve into a form far more bestial. Like the video game Altered Beast, adherents of the Yajū-gumi are involved in black magic and said to be able to transform into creatures like Lions, Dragons, Bears, Wolves and Basilisks. Running the Yajū-gumi are two figures of legendary status. The White Wolf and The Black Wolf… his father. Of all the esoteric loyalties, layers of intrigue and secondary players waiting for advantage to get off the fence. Furyo knows one thing, if both his parents are out to kill him unprovoked, he will tear down every thing they have built.
Furyo kicks back and picks up a smoking joint, taking a drag and waiting to see how entertaining this next barrage of assholes will be. Running up the stairs are a mob of at least 45 members of the Yajū-gumi. Furyo pops the clip to check how many rounds he has. It has an extended clip, but that is only about 30 rounds. Aiming carefully at head level, he does a slow sweep left the right. Bullets hitting bodies make a strange sound, like a bug zapper going off. Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack! Heads splatter but its fatal too, although far less than he intended. Ten are on the sound brain dead with 35 hopping over them. Another burst to the legs of the group and a second after another 8 fall with 7 more catching the remainder of the clip. Ten more brutes come dashing towards him. Furyo looks around for a table leg or broken bottle to even the odds and as luck would have it, a Katana is leaning behind the bar on the floor.
Furyo is no renowned martial artist, he had taken some Karate, Taekowndo as a kid but he is no Samurai. This doesn’t stop him from hacking off arms, legs and heads. The onslaught of Yajū-gumi show no fear and pause for some feral display of aggression Furyo guesses is supposed to be a werewolf transformation, doesn’t give them a chance. While they tear open their shirts and howl like Hulk Hogan, Furyo stabs chests, pokes lungs, disemboweled intestines and hacks off hands and feet to negate any magical advance they may have.
Feeling the heat in the air and smoke burning his eyes. Furyo kicks down a door to the roof. Getting shot in the back with a double barrel shotgun is something he never would have expected. He tries to hop behind a bank of air conditioners but loses feeling in his left side as blood fills a void in his ribs. Furyo’s father steps from behind the stairwell with a horde of monsters. Surrounded and trapped, he laughs as under the best of conditions he could never best 100 fresh fighters in combat. Furyo goes down swinging but he is beaten unconscious, broken with cruel punches and kicks, battered with chains and barstools… thrown over the edge to sail six stories down onto hard pavement.