Hello everyone, first fanfiction here, you are welcome to point out any and all small grammatical mistakes, but if they don’t directly confuse you, just ignore them. And story wise tell me if there are any holes you can see.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah” a woman’s voice rang down the street.

A crowd gathered around where the woman’s scream was heard. Akagi pushed his way through the crowd to see what was going on. There was a woman clinging to a tanned man with obviously fake blond hair, Akagi could finally see what was causing the commotion, and he could hardly believe who it was. Four times world champion in karate, Kran Thomas the humanoid typhoon. Akagi could hardly believe his eyes and had to actually pinch himself to bring himself back to reality.

‘But what is he doing here?’ Akagi thought to himself.

But then he remembered that Kran’s master lives up at the temple near this city.

‘Oh that explains what he is doing here, but why is he being confronted? And why was the woman hiding behind blondie here as if she wants to be protected?’

“Hey, apologize you bastard!” the blond man spoke up, tension rising in the air.

Everyone turned to look at the person in question, a short bald man at a height of only 160cm, looking more like a child with his height than a man whose fists are recognized as lethal weapons. Of course, no one would ever think of him as such, the reason why is because the man was, simply put, only muscles, and there wasn’t an inch of his body that had an ounce of excessive fat. His karate GI (name for karate uniform) was torn of at the arms and his chest was exposed, looking like it would tear his uniform with slightest movement. But of course that wasn’t what scared the woman, it was the long scar on the man’s face. From the left of his face to the right, and his eyes that had a certain glint in them, that spoke of violence. Simply put he looked like a thug you wouldn’t want to find in a shady alley.

Finally the man decided to speak up. “I apologize madam, are you alright?” he said in a husky voice but polite tone.

Everyone in the crowd just froze, they were shocked, some even put their fingers in their ears to check if they were blocked and they heard wrong. The man then just strolled away, and everyone opened a path for him to walk through.

Akagi later found out that the woman accidently bumped into Kran when she was walking down the street and was simply surprised when she saw his appearance.

<< change in perspective>>

‘Aah, it happened again.’ this was the third time it happened today. I guess it’s just natural, seeing as how I look more like a thug than an intellectual anime enthusiast. Despite my looks, which I was told were scary on more than one occasion, I am actually more of a thought oriented person rather than a violence oriented one. Although the reason for that was not because of my own design, but my master’s, who has drilled it into my mind to always be calm and analytical rather than impulsive and thoughtless.

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Despite my looks I was actually no more than 23 years old, but the scar on my face, which I got one time when I was fighting a bear (yes you heard me right a bear) in one of my numerous torture, errr I mean training sessions, and my head which was sadly naturally bald made me look older. That old master of mine really was crazy, but despite what I say about him, I will always be grateful to him. I call him ‘master’ but that is actually more out of habit than anything else. He is actually my adoptive father, I was an orphan so he adopted me when I was 8 years old, and ever since he trained me in karate.

It was already night and I was almost on the stairs that lead to the temple when I finally noticed something was strange. I heard faint muffled sounds, I couldn’t determine their source, but I made up with that through focusing my Ki (life force) on my ears. It is actually something my master has taught me to utilize better. I say better because all martial artists use their Ki to various degrees, and that in turn determines their level of skill in their respective martial arts.

I could hear it better now and I followed the sounds to an alley. A sense of foreboding came over me but I ignored it and continued on. Once I came around the corner I was surprised to see two masked men one pointing a gun towards a couple who were looking around their bags trying to find something valuable to hand over to the two muggers.

‘Cowards’ I thought to myself as I quietly but quickly snuck up behind the one closer to me. I quickly disarmed him, breaking his wrist in the process, and quickly kicked the other mugger. I gave the first one an uppercut, quickly followed by a shoulder throw, the combination knocked him out cold, but I didn’t wait to see as I have already moved to attack the other one who was trying to find his gun in the dark alley way. I kicked him in the stomach, and once he rolled over I punched him lightly on the chin (lightly is relative though because I seem to have broken his jaw and his ribcage).

“Are you alright?” I asked the couple calmly, my breathing not even disturbed in the slightest.

Man and woman: “THERE WAS A THIRD!”

But I didn’t hear them because of the loud gunshot and I fell to the ground. I was puzzled as to what just happened, not even in this situation did I panic, because I knew it was useless. I have been shot, the third mugger must have snuck up behind me and picked up the gun. It seems he was surprised or shocked about what he did, so he ran deeper into the alley, and the couple tried to help but I knew it was too late. The shot was too close to my heart. Little by little my mind was slipping into darkness.

‘Ugh, it’s so hard to keep my eyes open, I wanted to at least see the old ma… no, father, once more.’ I closed my eyes knowing I will never open them again.

[edited by zahramiik]