In Buddhist teachings there is a dark fate for those who torture animals. It is said you could be boiled alive for stepping on an Ant. The work to benefit all beings has some grey areas like eating meat, or tearing down a forrest to house orphans, killing plants to sustain a monastery. This does not however apply to those willfully and intentionally causing pain and terror to sentient beings. There is a special universal vengeance for those who steal pets to supply the dog meat trade, skin animals alive or boil dogs for festivals. If this is your mother, father or grandmother, take head of what is about to take place. Broken bones and skinned eternal life awaits the cowardly evildoers who partake in the suffering of animals for profit. Cruelty has a time and a place, and it is an obligation to seek retribution against the torturers of animals just as there is for the traffickers of women and children.

Furyo doesn’t think he is in Japan, the language is too different. Feeling abducted sometimes by these quests, he wakes up in places he has never been to witness things no human ever should. By the sights and smells he believes this is China but it could be Korea. He is walking among food stalls and sounds of suffering. He sees crates stacked full of howling dogs with broken arms tied behind their backs. Men working here do not seem especially evil, probably took any job to feed their family. Loading cages from motorcycles stacked over their head, unloading trucks. Hearing a sound of unimaginable suffering, he is drawn to a soup kitchen where an old woman throws puppies into a cauldron of boiling water. The puppies don’t notice the heat right away, but when they do the sound is awful, like torturing a baby. Beside the old woman is an older woman in a wheel chair who is reaching into cages and shocking shivering animals with a cattle prod and laughing. As soon as she sees Furyo she begins wailing, praying and falling from her chair, begging forgiveness.

Furyo takes her taser and puts both women out like a light, tying their hands in a way that dislocates the shoulder and breaking their legs so they can’t run just like they did to the dogs. Reaching into the boiling pot he saves 3 puppies. He isn’t sure if this is more cruel, or if putting them out of their misery is better. But as soon as he places them on the ground they are happily panting, licking his hands and wagging their tales. This makes Furyo feel all the more cruel in his rage against these criminals boiling dogs alive. Furyo works his way though the stalls, stabbing and clubbing other stall workers slowly and quietly to not raise the alarm. Finding an empty truck he begins stacking the dog cages and the unconscious bodies of the worst offenders. Making an entire part of town silent. Once the truck is full of the wounded dogs needing medical attention he sets all the able bodied dogs free, sending a horde of divinely inspired dogs to attack the people trying to buy the dog meat, spreading rabies and tape worms through the families of the survivors.

Driving the truck to an abandoned factory, Furyo one by one relocates the injured joints of the dogs. He sets out blankets and food for the suffering animals to recuperate while he goes back to get the heavy pots and knives from the meat festival. As soon as he sets the fires and arranges the pullies overhead he opens the sliding door to the truck and inside these people make sounds no better than dogs as several of them are trying to scream with broken jaws. Furyo uses a meat hook to drag out the offenders one by one, the hook goes in under the chin and works like magic to pierce the underside of the tongue to drag them to the cauldron. He has stolen 10 large pots from the dog meat festival, using rope he lowers the broken legs of each of the 10 first draft picks into a soup of his own making. Many of the cooks struggle and try to contort to escape the boiling water, he lets them as the steam is just as vengeful to unprotected flesh. Many of the dog abusers empty their bowels and urinate down their legs as they cook alive.

Since he only has 10 pots, he begins skinning the other inhabitants of the truck. Leaving their shivering bodies beside the dogs who don’t want to wait for their dinner to be served. The screams of the abusers fill the building. As the bodies over the pots stop moving, he drops them all the way in over their heads and replaces them with more. This time he finds a way to hang two angles from each pulley so each pot can cook two at once. Furyo needs a break, sitting back and marveling on his handiwork. In all he saved 89 dogs and maimed 57 people involved in the dog trade. Once the work of scalding is done, he lets the cauldrons cool down. As if by some divine messenger, the sounds and smell has dawn all the local homeless animals. Like Noah’s arc, his little torture festival has cats, dogs, monkeys and wild animals all sampling his soup, made from the broken and burned bodies of abusers.

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Furyo doesn’t know when his consciousness shifted but soon he is in a new place. A rabbit breeder who delivers baby bunnies to weapons manufacturers to test pathogens, burning materials to study flesh damage and chemical weapons. The breeders daughter is a nice girl who tries to not think about the atrocities her family takes in. She is nice to the animals and genuinely doesn’t want to be a bad person, but all the resistance was beaten out of her as a small child. She delivers crates to a loading dock from the company van. There is no signs of torture or burning animals here. Just a farm smelling loading dock full of wide scared eyes, packed 50 to a plastic tote, full of baby rabbits intended for use in plague and bio weapon testing. Many of these animals are shivering, they instinctively know this is not the calm and pleasant entrance to a forever home. Smells of suffering and tell tale signs of death are picked up by their curious noses. The rabbits silently suffer as Furyo walks in with a syringe full of poison.

The loading dock manager gets a shot full of acid in the jugular, same stuff they use to euthanize stray dogs in Turkey. It causes convulsions and screaming as his own muscles break his bones in spasms. Dragging the delivery girl through the interior of the labs, she goes limp with abject terror. Furyo kicks open the lab door and one by one comes up behind the hazmat suit wearing technicians and injects them with caustic acid that paralyzes them, causing spasms and death throes. Coming to a lab with men in silver fire proof suits placing accelerant gel on sleeping animals, Furyo knocks one of the men out and using his broken arms to ignite a flame thrower, sets the rest of the team on fire. Still dragging the delivery girl by her hair, he comes into the bio weapon floor, where they inject plagues and the new yearly flu into guinea pigs. Weapons testing is profitable but also highly illegal so these tests are secret.

Furyo says to the delivery driver in perfect Korean. “Do you know why I am sparing you? Do you know what you must do?” Tearfully she nods and scrambles out into the loading dock to open cages and makes a mental plan to set her parents on fire in their beds and join a radical animal rights group involved in direct action. She is thankful he spared her life, she watches in the rearview mirror as the building begins to burn with the only sign of life hundreds of small animals fleeing from the smoke filled doors. She wonders who the creature was, he didn’t look human. She wasn’t sure if he was a demon or an angel, maybe a little of both. When he looked at her all she could feel was all the fury of hell, anguish of the Buddha and instructions on how her life can embody divine retribution.

Furyo is delirious, moving with the speed of light to another place of great suffering. A cattle ranch somewhere in place that smells of strange herbs and grass. He sees terraced rice patties so this may be the Philipines, Vietnam or even Indonesia. A stench of death and sickness hits him. Rubbing his forehead that has sprouted little horns in his widows peaks. He though he was tripping or had an ingrown hair infected, but no his skin is inflamed from horns coming out of his forehead. Now he is truly a demon in serve of heaven. Furyo hears a sound that is so odd, cattle screaming. He passes a putrid pool of blood, pus, piss and industrial waste that burns his eyes as he walks past. He sets it on fire to draw the slaughterhouse staff out. While screams of alarm and panic fill the facility. Furyo comes to a paddock where mother cows have had chili peppers inserted under their eye lids.

With a calm hand and gentle voice he removes the chills form the mothers eyes, opening their gate the veal pens, reuniting the mothers with the babies and giving them one human kindness they have ever known. Coming to the factory floor, some obvious mental defectives laugh and joke as they hit bulls trapped in a steel dog run with heavy wrenches. Furyo walks up smiling and the imbeciles hand him the heavy wrench so he can take a turn. He does, breaking their stupid faces and breaking their knees. Furyo walks into the kill floor, stopping a conveyor belt where several cows scream while hung upside down. Lowering the hoist to the floor and freeing each bull, who go on a rampage into the densely packed butcher room next door. Trampling the workers and sending many flying dozens of feet through the air. Furyo is happy the Hell Priest’s picked him for this job. As the building burns and the cows flee into the forrest, Furyo considers how his own lifelong habit of eating meat has contributed to thousands of animals suffering.