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Arigatou Gozaimasu

Denver Aftermath:

Strength... It always were about strength. To fight with all his power, strike an enemy without being afraid to destroy it alongside innocent lives. A dance of fists, an unregrettable sensation as beads of crimson taint your skin, joy through pain. That's why had grew strong, to satiate an unquenchable thirst with a bloodthirsty laughter. Up until she met her, that one little kid that allegedly pushed him onto a righteous path, showing a boy with nothing to lose nor gain, that he too was weak, not of power but of mind.

She was the reason he'd leap onto battles in a blind onslaught, all for her sake, so the infantile Mai could grow in a beauteous world, unlike that of his.

Perhaps he was selfish, perhaps he was simply affectionate, or perhaps he was just insane, yet there was not one thing he wouldn't do to see her smile, that bubbly, velvety grin that could melt the Deathless Delinquent's frigid heart.

He would legitimately simper, even chortle contently whenever she said she would become as strong as him, patting Mai's head amicably and embracing her. She was already stronger... In spirit, she was second to none. Toshiro was but a pawn, an erroneous knight who's sword is sworn to protect his fair princess.

But the sword's reach was too short.

His strength was too limited.

After being confronted by a huge wall, he permitted himself to be distracted by his heart, lowering his defenses just for a while, he was overwhelmed by his own might, the only thing capable of harming not only his body, but also his pride. The body was entire, a smirk as if recognizing his assailant's power, as well asaccepting his own... Eyes devoid of meaning. A single, genuine droplet rolled through his cheeks, its crystalline gloss glistenning at contact with sunlight.

Afloat, he drifted aimlessly, his head sheltering itself on a petite block of ice on the borderlines of Alaska.

Tokyo - Japan:

A dim lit ambient, partially due to the shut windows and locked door. In its middle, a frail figure rests with a pacific air of tranquility upon her visage, obsidian locks sprung along her rounded features. Two eyes gazed at her from the shadows, melancholically filled with unparalelled gratification, a ghastly presence unbeknownst to the house's owners. It crouched aside the child, its hand caressing her head with distinguishable fondness as a sob and a smile came to its pale visage.

It was a shivering touch, leisurely descending through her arms until it came to a complete halt.

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Two open palms meet, an emerging smile surging from the shadows. The toddler's hand soon found itself encompassed by a cautious, yet firm grip, as if it didn't want to let her go despite obliged to. The evanescent simper came to its end. The hand retreated to the shades of the room.

Another sob.

"<Never let anyone tell ya that yer not strong enough.>" The well-known voice whispers with a smirk, lowering its head, both foreheads softly bump. "<I didn't raise ya that way, I won't accept it if ya just lower yer head... That's an offense to me, to us. 'Cause on this house, yer the strongest out of the three.>" Lips slide upwards, their artic touch warmed by the girl's heating fever. "<And ya don't forget about what I taught ya. Always see each day with a huge, dumb smile on yer face. Never allow people to point to yer face and tell ya what to do or what they think ya to be.>" It faded once more, that grave, composed voice. "<Keep away from boys too, that's important.>" Jocosely stating, the figure turns to face the wall.

"<Don't get in too much trouble, sis. This... This ain't a goodbye." It spoke faintly, yet the notable touch of sadness was swimmingly perceived. One step. Two steps. Three steps. And it just vanished, traversing the timbered wall.

Soon after, an aghast figure slams the door open, garbing a charcoal robe, wrinkles and argent threads a signaling her advanced age. Sweat dripped from her face, throbbing against the wooden floor. She kneeled aside the kid, her trembling hand and widely open eyes indicating a couple sleepless nights. "<Oh, my poor kid... What will it be now, when you awake away from your brother's embrace... What will it be...>"

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The Divine Strength (神の強さ)

Kami no Tsuyo-sa (神の強さ) - The Divine Strength:

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For countless years, martial arts have been scattering around the globe, supplementing leisure as well as many people's arsenals. From a sport to a method of swift murder, fighting styles have been not only growing in presence, but also in difference. Aside from the most orthodox styles, a few combatants scheme and sharpen their very own variations, thoroughly adapted for their physique, weapons or simply enjoyment. Apprimorated by the sudden uprise of super-powered beings, it's not an unusual sight to witness boxer with blazing fists, jiu jitsu fighters with a greater strength or other rather frequent examples.

But none of those was solely made for super-humans.

A Japanese master craved to change that, to conceive one superior way to utilize one's strength, speed, endurance, stamina and any other inhuman attributes a person could bear. Voluntarily plunging into a mystic journey, vehemently rehashing ancient theories and techniques, blending those onto simpler techniques. Four, to be more specific, ranking them from the basic principle to the most advanced, although not necessarily the weakest to the strongest.

It has not particular stance, trusting defense to one's natural durability, so it mixes well with any other renowned martial art.

First Form: The Fist of the Divine Wind - Kaminokaze no ken (神の風の拳)

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These are the fists that will conquer the heavens!

Arguably the basic form of the Divine Strength, ostensibly dictated single-handedly by sheer force, the Fist of Divine Wind consists of knowing your veracious power and addressing it correctly. By punching the air with enough power, the person might exert such a tremendous pressure it may create a blast wave, wrecking anything on its path.

In an even better outcome, the might of the attack can be so extreme it will forcefully collide two or more atomic nuclei to generate a humongous matter-wiping wave through nuclear fusion.

It seems simple enough, yet the trick is not to master punching, but master directing that wave so the destruction is focused on your opponent. Aside from that, it's rather straightforward. Punch not only hard, but causing enough pressure to erase your adversaries regardless of distance.

Second Form: The Flow of Divine Water - Kaminomizu no Nagare (神の水の流れ)

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After completely acknowledging your strength and being able to concentrate it predominantly at one fixed point, the next step will be widening your horizons. Instead of utilizing the fist, you will exploit the nimbleness and puissance of each of your fingers.

Causing enough force in a smaller area to revert the vapors within the air into water, while virtually being expeditious enough to send those keen-edged 'water-blades' flawlessly toward your enemy, executing him with clinical precision.

This technique was bestowed the name of "The Flow of Divine Water" due to its inherent fluidity and exponentially more successful effects on humid locations.

Third Form: Fist of the Divine Fire - Kaminohi no Ken (神の火の拳)

Coming soon
Coming soon

OOC:

  • This is a rough draft for what might be either my most used idea or most ignored. I'll probably not try to better the writing and all, but if I get the time, idea and will one day, you can expect a few corrections.
  • Please, sell this properly, you'd have to be ridiculously strong to accomplish most of the stuff here. Aside from that, no 'insta-mastery', there's one master and I'm probs gonna make a character for him (Yay, Kenshiro!)
  • If you have any style you wanna implement, any idea that goes through your mind, feel free to PM me and I'll add this as a variant style, crediting you for it and all!
  • No, Toshiro is not an user, it was just the account I happened to be on when I wrote this lol
  • Science is whacky, mostly because I wanted this to be fictional but functional. Plus, I had no help doing this, so it's definitely not accurate. It's not like I trust my scientific skillz =P
  • I'll update two more forms whenever I feel like writing this sh!t again.
  • Mandatory fun rule is, as always, still mandatory.

This is for you, Warsy: the Return of the Puissance =D

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The Divine Strength (神の強さ)

Kami no Tsuyo-sa (神の強さ) - The Divine Strength:

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For countless years, martial arts have been scattering around the globe, supplementing leisure as well as many people's arsenals. From a sport to a method of swift murder, fighting styles have been not only growing in presence, but also in difference. Aside from the most orthodox styles, a few combatants scheme and sharpen their very own variations, thoroughly adapted for their physique, weapons or simply enjoyment. Apprimorated by the sudden uprise of super-powered beings, it's not an unusual sight to witness boxer with blazing fists, jiu jitsu fighters with a greater strength or other rather frequent examples.

But none of those was solely made for super-humans.

A Japanese master craved to change that, to conceive one superior way to utilize one's strength, speed, endurance, stamina and any other inhuman attributes a person could bear. Voluntarily plunging into a mystic journey, vehemently rehashing ancient theories and techniques, blending those onto simpler techniques. Four, to be more specific, ranking them from the basic principle to the most advanced, although not necessarily the weakest to the strongest.

It has not particular stance, trusting defense to one's natural durability, so it mixes well with any other renowned martial art.

First Form: The Fist of the Divine Wind - Kaminokaze no ken (神の風の拳)

No Caption Provided

These are the fists that will conquer the heavens!

Arguably the basic form of the Divine Strength, ostensibly dictated single-handedly by sheer force, the Fist of Divine Wind consists of knowing your veracious power and addressing it correctly. By punching the air with enough power, the person might exert such a tremendous pressure it may create a blast wave, wrecking anything on its path.

In an even better outcome, the might of the attack can be so extreme it will forcefully collide two or more atomic nuclei to generate a humongous matter-wiping wave through nuclear fusion.

It seems simple enough, yet the trick is not to master punching, but master directing that wave so the destruction is focused on your opponent. Aside from that, it's rather straightforward. Punch not only hard, but causing enough pressure to erase your adversaries regardless of distance.

Second Form: The Flow of Divine Water - Kaminomizu no Nagare (神の水の流れ)

No Caption Provided

After completely acknowledging your strength and being able to concentrate it predominantly at one fixed point, the next step will be widening your horizons. Instead of utilizing the fist, you will exploit the nimbleness and puissance of each of your fingers.

Causing enough force in a smaller area to revert the vapors within the air into water, while virtually being expeditious enough to send those keen-edged 'water-blades' flawlessly toward your enemy, executing him with clinical precision.

This technique was bestowed the name of "The Flow of Divine Water" due to its inherent fluidity and exponentially more successful effects on humid locations.

Third Form: Fist of the Divine Fire - Kaminohi no Ken (神の火の拳)

Coming soon
Coming soon

OOC:

  • This is a rough draft for what might be either my most used idea or most ignored.
  • Please, sell this properly, you'd have to be ridiculously strong to accomplish most of the stuff here. Aside from that, no 'insta-mastery', there's one master and I'm probs gonna make a character for him (Yay, Kenshiro!)
  • If you have any style you wanna implement, any idea that goes through your mind, feel free to PM me and I'll add this as a variant style, crediting you for it and all!
  • No, Toshiro is not an user, it was just the account I happened to be on when I wrote this lol
  • Science is whacky, mostly because I wanted this to be fictional but functional. Plus, I had no help doing this, so it's definitely not accurate. It's not like I trust my scientific skillz =P
  • I'll update two more forms whenever I feel like writing this sh!t again.
  • Mandatory fun rule is, as always, still mandatory.
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Invincible Under the Sun

Tokyo - Three Years Ago:

The story itself all begun at the destroyed entrance of a shopping mall, where a kid attempted to withstand a power mightier than his own. But that's not where the tale itself begins, for it has two quintessential characters. One was a child on a normal routine with her parents, just visiting a famous city for leisure, while the other was a hard-headed delinquent trying to pick fights with whatever seemed to be able to withstand a punch of his power.

The Lonesome Flower:

Mai. That was her name, her age was around "one hand and two fingers" as herself put it. It was the first time she was visting Tokyo. Mai was mommy's and daddy's prized little girl, a cute, smart seven year old, with a knack for drawing. She wasn't the only child of the family, though. Two years ago, her brother went to sleep and never came back, mommy always told her her brother wouldn't be waking up any time soon, he had done a few wrong things and was tired, so he had to lay down for a moment.

Daddy never touched the subject.

Like many kids of her age, Mai had her very own imaginary friend, only that it wasn't solely fictional. Whenever she drew him and showed her parents, they would water from the eyes. "Why are you crying, mommy?" She would ask. "He's sleeping, but he still can talk to me. Big bro says he will be coming back." It always ended similarly, with a tightening embrace and kind words as her parents' arms encompassed her. It was weird... Big brother always said he'd wake up.

That he'd come back one day.

She usually chatted with her bro, even though his name was eternally lost on her memory, he was always simpering and complimenting her accomplishments. It was because big brother was so nice... He said he missed her, missed his mom and dad, that he would always be watching Mai no matter what. That's what most of her drawings showed, anyways. Her brother and his unusual face, always looking so angry but really an amazing person underneath.

Now more than two years had passed since his death, and Mai was grasping her pencil case and a notebook she was accustomed to draw on. They were going shopping, mommy, daddy and Mai.

The Deathless Delinquent:

Toshiro Shizuka, a name that brought gelid shiver of sheer panic to whichever gang or student around Tokyo. Studying at one of Japan's most traditional schools, he inherited the hot-blooded, hard-headed demeanor of the antique Banchō, old-school juvenile delinquents. He didn't permit disrespectful comments and would often utilize his abnormal strength to settle things. Others endeavored to join forces with him, maybe form a gang with him as the head-leader, yet he was a man of no friends and scarce dialogues.

An inhuman strength sprouted on him not by mutation or altered genetic structure, but out of his sheer wrathful willpower. He could rival a handful of mutants and give super-powered assailants a run for their money. Hence why he intimidated even the teachers. No words were directed at him as he arose from his chair and left the room, or simply slept during class. The one who'd attempt so much, would most likely end up with teeth at the back of his skull.

But why? Why was Toshiro such a scatterbrained bastard?

Down within his roots, beneath all that bad-boy attitude, laid a simple yet hurtful response. It was lack of a family. He was born without a father, as the man that should have taken responsibility abruptly disappeared, leaving behind a problematic mother and an irate child.

As he grew up, his mother grew colder. He barely had time for education as every night he'd have to look after her, she exaggerated on the amount of alcohol she'd have to drink. Always on the streets, having to get money one way or another, having to buy dinner for two, or at least for her... He built a carapace around himself, so those outer problems couldn't act within, so he could have some peaceful moments at least. That's why most people never saw him smile.

He was twelve when his mother succumbed to her own problems. Not even a single bead fell from his eyes, not even a word absconded his parched, mute lips. It was his fault, he didn't treat her correctly, but he also didn't think his mother deserved such luxury. He was denied from family to family, whatever relatives he had, they didn't care about some homeless punk. He was ultimately sheltered by a neighbor couple. Things started looking up for him, they were attentive and only asked for help in exchange to Shizuka's stay.

As he developped his own abilities, he could often be seen chortling out of the blue during any clean-ups, or simply simultaneously embracing the couple he had learnt to call 'family'. It seemed as he was truthfully happy, but scars don't heal so quickly...

Without asking anything in exchange, Toshiro started helping others every now and then, it was another way to ease the tension, as well as cultivating his love for battling. Not that he cared much about others aside from his own so-called family. The kid was passionate for that heated clash that made you forget everything, it was the flawless way to vent. Along with his confidence on his power, his name spread a little throughout Japan, enough to render him nicknames such as Japan's Champ. Independent of being at the spotlight or not, Toshiro only craved to see some blood instead of appearing as the heroic figure of the country like the media posed him as.

But he still wasn't even close to reaching the peak...

The terrifying atmosphere of the wrecked hall was well-nigh palpable, some plant-like mutated creature spread its whip-like tendrils around, impaling and slithering through tons of flesh and bone, tainting the flooring of carmine. Mai's parents advertised her to not open her eyes at any given circumstance, as both covered her with their own bodies. Debris crumbled everywhere, all but a lonesome figure stood to confront the beast. Torso slashed, limbs bruised as he trembled to stay up, a supercilious grin crossing his visage as he jolted forth.

His speed was breathtaking, his raw might making gusts of wind buffet at every jab he hurled towards the half-vegetable, half-humanoid being. Its resistance was remarkable, tanking and shrugging damage off ridiculously easy as its mass of tentacles brushed Toshiro aside, puncturing his body over and over with its keen-edged thorns. The boy spat some blood on the ground, he'd have to get rid of those protrusions one way or another. "Hey, ya freak! Bet ya can't hit me with those silly thin's of yers again!" He yelled, readying to leap as he timed the arrival. The extensions rocketed towards him, swinging viciously in outstanding speed as they lacerated his forehead, rendered inutile his left arms and were rather close to ripping his stomach out of his abdomen.

Hurled against a wall, the impact caused a gargantuan quake, followed by such a timid, yet strident cry. That almost mute cry reverberated inside Toshiro's head as he slowly opened his eyes. The shock was tremendous. He wasn't the only one bracing for impact, how could he be? All that carmine on the ground he had been ignoring until now wasn't his, was it? Obviously not. The area was crowded, people were slaughtered... He wouldn't change his mind so swimmingly if it wasn't for the sight that captured his attention the most. Right aside him, a couple firmly stood, clearly killed by the blow, but with their bodies still bulwarking the fragile kid with tears in her eyes.

That one strident cry inside his head, to represent his guilt.

Among humans like those two, who even in death still guarded what was precious to them, he was the weakest of all. Stumbling his way towards the kid, he collapsed centimeters before her, right besides what seemed like a notebook. The open page revealed a drawing, a somewhat angered young man bearing a pompadour and thick eyebrows. 'Come back soon, big brother.' read the kanji aside it. He raised his head, the kid had disobeyed her own parents, her beady eyes staring fixedly at Toshiro. "Big bro..." She muttered, causing Toshiro's own tears to stream down his eyes.

So that was what crying was like...

The creature continued its attack, violently swinging its tendrils left and right, it all seemed lost. One of those directed toward Toshiro and the little girl. If he took the hit, he'd certainly dismay, it was too strong, even for the Deathless Delinquent. But then the sacrifice of the couple would have been entirely in vain. If he were to succumb there, it'd at least account for something.

Stomping heavily on the ground, he stretched his arms around the kid, the hit quickly slammed against Toshiro's back, his eyes losing the heat they had moments ago... Those were some odd fourteen years, but they had just been crowned. He would have died a veracious hero, if not by one detail, one of the stings stuck on his forearm, being torn apart from the whip-like tentacle and grazing that little kid's face.

Toshiro witnessed as a few droplets of blood came out from her frightened visage, the whole atmosphere burning around him, his fighting spirit rekindled instantaneously as the livid shine on his eyes glistenned stronger. "H-hold on to me, little kid." He stated, raising the kid with one arm. His steps were calm, his sight was crystal-clear, as each of the protrusions boosted his way, he could rapidly distinguish where they would hit, his wounds expeditiously closed, his hands nimbly waved the tendrils off-target. The irrational creature focused all its power on murdering that one persistent human, but its effort proved to be completely in vain. Nothing came even close to hitting him or the amazed kid on his right arm.

As the last desperate attack came his way, Japan's Champ opened his mouth and bit each incoming extension off with clinical precision, halting right before the monster before erasing him with a single punch. More than the claps that soon encompassed the place, from the survivors and authorities and all those bystanders that soon circled the place, more than those kind-hearted words they yelled toward their stoic hero, the delinquent's reward was found on the smile of a child he didn't even know. Embracing her tightly, he could only hearken to her whispers rather than the crowd's vociferous cries. "I knew you would be back, bro."

A few hours later:

Toshiro had been reborn that day, after the defeat of the monster, he aided rescuing the other survivors that were found around the perimeter, even going as far as reuniting families amid the crowd. His strength and speed were quintessential to clear the zone in less time than expected. Much less.

Still, it was time to go home.

Ignoring all the reporters, he grabbed Mai by her arm and walked her to his house, taking his time to get to know her name, age, any closer relatives that would take her... He ended up knowing too much.

The knocking door was quickly open by a rather petite lady, her silvery threads and wrinkled cheeks not lying about her age. She swiftly hugged Toshiro, letting out a relieved sigh. "Toshiro! You're back! And..." He paused for a moment, kneeling to amicably gaze the timid girl behind the adolescent's legs. "Who is the little princess?"

"H-hey, granny! This is..." Toshiro exchanged looks with Mai, nodding a bit as he nervously chuckled. "My little sister, Mai. I finally found her after all these years!" He winked, the old woman responded with a nod, representing her comprehension of the situation. "So this is young Mai, huh?" She shifted her gaze to the kid once again. "Why don't enter and wait for us at the room, sweetie? I need to talk to your brother."

Bowing her head, Mai nimbly darted into the house, portraying all the inherent curiosity of children. The old lady raised from the ground, her much serious stare now focusing on Toshiro, who she raised like a son. "Does she have any family around? She can stay a couple of days until the shock of the accident passes, but I won't be able to feed one more mouth. We won't be kidnapping any children, I hope you know that."

"Look, granny, I know, trust me. But that kid... She thinks I'm her brother, one that died a couple years ago, and now she has just lost her parents because of me... Seems like they didn't have much contact with the rest of the family since their son died and all. And if ya can't feed three mouths, don't worry 'bout me, get her food and I'll... I'll find work one way or another, help out with some salary to pay her stay. I... I can't leave her, her parents died 'cause of me, 'cause I wasn't strong enough, I wasn't fast enough..."

"It's not your fault, Toshiro!" The old lady stopped his discourse, raising her index finger. "You need to stop taking blame for everything, trying to take the whole weight on your shoulders. You saved that kid, what else do you want? She's not your sister! I know you're a good man, I raised you to become one, and you've grown stronger and kinder within the years, but you can't carry all responsibility for this."

"Yer right, granny. I can't carry the weight of the world on my shoulders... I can't hold things too fast, I can't take a few more weak hits like the one that almost knocked me out and killed her parents 'cause I wanted to test somethin'... Yer totally right, I can't do anythin' like that on this selfish, weak form I'm at." He took a deep breath prior to recapitulating. "I can't do anythin' of that yet, but I'll become stronger. Strong enough I'll end these threats like they were nothin', so more brothers don't lose their sisters... So families can see their little daughters smile like she did. If her family wanna get her, they have all the right to do so, but as of right now, she needs me more than anythin', I won't walk there and tell her I'm not family! We ain't family either, and yer the only mother I've known! From now on, little Mai is my sister, even if we don't share any blood relation, at heart she'll always be."

From that day on, Toshiro Shizuka trained hard to remove any barriers he had. He trained hard to become the strongest man alive, to protect not only his sister, but all people he could. To become truly Invincible Under the Sun.

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