Ark 17 Episode 29: New Mind State/G.O.D Is Among Us

Particiipants

 * Connor Ryoji
 * Master Toushin
 * Agent Aeon
 * Zakir Vladislavovich

Learn To Lead
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bih0s-DJwTY&index=202&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl ) 4 o clock in the morning, and good old connor wasn’t sleeping. The night sky was still up, sparkling and twinkling abroad, but this time of night was his morning one could say. He’d be trucking along up the Kasaihana downtown hill, a steep incline similar to the ones you see in san Francisco. Connor ran up the hill, his usual weights on, and two tires straped to his back, the cement inside the tires equaling about to about 800 pounds even. This was luckily the final mile in Connor’s run, the third one, as he’s been running 2 and just finished. His record time was 4 seconds with the weights off, and 20 seconds with the weights on, however the fruits of his labor paid off as today he’d ran 3 miles with 800 pounds, added to his own 800 pound weight via the aura lock cuffs, to clear it in 15 seconds! Connor’s body was about to die figuratively as he’d fall face first on the ground coated in a thick layer of sweat. Master Toushin would arrive, reading another Hustler magazine, and dragging connor by his hair and the tire weights along with him back to the dojo. Connor’s routines had been getting more stressful, especially considering the properties of the aura lock cuffs, he had to exert chi 24 hours a day just to move or breathe. His body and chi were in a consistent work out now adays. Arriving back at the dojo, Toushin would let connor flop onto the floor, as he had X’s for eyes and made low groans of pain. “Wakey wakey, my disciple.” Toushin would spray connor down with steaming hot water, casuing him to leap up rubbing his body in pain and trying to sooth it. “GOD DAMMIT OLD MAN!!!!!!!” “Ahhh quite yer yapping, huehuehue. It’s time for the rest of your muscle routine, get to it. today I’ll be teaching you more moves to incorporate into your technique.” Connor jumped up and smiled. “OOO! More Chinese Kenpo? A-and muay thai?!” Toushin nodded. Connor would fist pump and get right to his other exorcises with no hesitation. A 3 1/2 Mile Run, 300 Tiger Push-ups, 1 hour in Deep Horse Stance, - 1 hour Iron Palm Bag, striking a metal pillar with the palm of his hand to strengthen the hand bone, and the palm itself ( each palm slap, back hand slap, knife hand, punch),   100 Lunge Steps to strengthen the leg muscles against trips and a more solid stance, Heavy Bag throw- 2 hours with a 750 pound bag,   500 Fingertip Push ups, 1 hour Shaolin Headstand, Practice Jumping at peak height for 10 Minutes, and finally 500 Horse Stance Punches to strengthen the basic one to punch combination. Before connor could start learning muay thai moves for the day however, he had to complete his muay thai warm up, which consisted of him doing 200 squats, 200 high knees and elbow crosses against a rock, to strengthen the forearms and kneecaps, and 500 flying knee’s to perfect his jumping suprisge. Then there was being forced to clench a medicine ball weighing 500 pounds for 2 hours with nothing but h is finger tips. This was to tighten his grip in a clench like situation, making it that much harder to escape. After this was said and done Toushin would ask connor to preform the tai chi drill with him. Something odd was going on with Connor's muscles. Ever since he'd devloped those additoinal abs, the muscles in his body were converting and reforming themselves. It was a slow process and only really took place at night, but he himself wasn't aware of it happening. Ochigi did note however watching him sleep, that his muslces looked as if they were twitching. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMI5CThXEjM&index=176&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl&shuffle=11479 ) Toushin would initiate the drill. Standing beside Connor, connor would use what he did learn about it, and mimic Toushin’s motins, each movement smooth, and sensfually flowing together like a queit stream of water “Tell me Connor, how does a rowdy one like yourself, practice such a beautiful and paitent marital art like tai chi?” Toushin continued in the drill, as connor would mimic him almost perfectly, taking in long and drawn out deep breathes. “I don’t know…it just kind of came to me. Sometimes in stress I tend to only focus on what I want. And what I want has to be something strong. Something I can focus on with no hesitation. Like my dream of becoming a Yakuza chairmen.” Toushin would laugh as the two would step in sync, moving to and form each oother, their arms flowing, and intertwining with each other ocaisonally, but neither ever touching the other. “Oh ho ho? A Yakuza eh? Most children your age say fire firghter a cop. Hell even one of those superheroes. None the less the fact that you have a dream is admireable. Seems like in this city it’s such lost thing to have.” Connor shifted his foot, and so did Tousin, keeping in their water like movements together. “Well, my mom before she left me always preached, that to get where I wanna go, I have to want it as bad as I want the air in my lungs. I live by that, which is why I’m going to start by conquering this school, and then the city itself, with my fist!” Connor smirked, and Toushin would stop the drill, only to pat Connor on the shoulder. Connor would look at his sensei, the first time seeing a hint of compassion in his eyes. “Be wise young Connor. Always remember, no matter how strong you are, it’s the people that stand behind you that become your greatest strength. People will follow a ruler out of fear. However, people will follow a leader out of respect. Always remember this.” Toushin’s words imprinted on Connor’s brain like a stamp, as the veery line sat with him. “You sound like an old man archetype master Toushin ahhaha!” Connor and Toushin would laugh a bit together, before Toushin would fold his arms in his coat sleeves. “Tell me connor, do you know what a Seikuken is?” Connor shook his head. “Not really. Sounds tasty.” Toushin sighed, and placed both of his hands infront of him. “A Seikuken is specifically for a Sei fighter. Though by heart you are a dou fighter, you seem to be able to switch depending on your mindstate. This is quite rare, it’s not only your mindset, but your combat style in general. Anyway it is a combat method that involves controlling the entire radius within one's arm length, creating a spherical shield around oneself. It can be used for offence and defence. More experienced fighters can even extend the range with minimal lengths by using air pressure. Besides having a larger radius, having a Seikuken with a very small radius can also be useful too. It’s something that can be your biggest aid and prevent almost, ALMOST any attack in your radius. It can be broken, so do not think for one second you are invincible. Learning this will take some time, but it’s well worth it. Come on. I’ll demonstrate and you mimic my motions.” Connor would nod, and mimic his instructor with the highest respect. This would be one of the hardest things for him to master as being calm wasn’t something he was used to in any way.

Political Official
“Debbie can you work me in for lnch wit senator dickens please?” the brown haired male stood attentive in his light lbue shirt and black slacks. He was fixing up his ruby red tie in the mirror, a getter look on the face of a man ready to take on and seize the day. Why it was non other that Tetsuo Berch. Fourth seat in the Kasaihana city hall and polictical office. Tetsuo made his claim to fame out of something appeared to out of a movie. A man who lived in a homeless shelter, who had an IQ of three hundred and fifty, and the intuion of the best lawyers and lawsuit experts alike. Over ten years he went form a small time lawyer to a part time judge, to a seat of power. “All done Mr.Berch. Will you be attending Yani Farhan’s private get together?” Tetsuo shook his head no. “Not this time. Send my regards. I’ve got business with a couple of stock brokers, if all goes well I can shoot the DOWN up by 500 points. Put all my paper working the office,   I’ll deal with it. Debbie would nod leaving the room as Tetsuo, placed his jacket on buttoning it up and sighing. “Alright! Let’s make this city a great place to live, step by step.” Tetsuo wasn’t like most political figures wjho fell to the hammer of corruption. He ws straight forward, and by the book, and as shar   as wa whip. He did lawyer work still on the side simply because he enjoyed it. coming over his brown hair, his emerald green eyes glimmered before he headed up and out of the door for a new day.

Cold, Cold Heart
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNI6HSYtSTQ&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl&index=213 ) In the cold depths of the great mother Russia nation, an army base landed in the middle of a frozen tundra. Russia:   Though officially under Japanese sovereignty, Russia was never truly conquered even after the breaking of its Central Government and the destruction of most of its military power. The Russian people and the remnants of its military moved into the deep wildernesses of Russia, building small homesteads and continuing to harass the Japanese colonies within Russia to this day. Surrounded by large towering walls, inside a room sat a large Victorian chair covered in shadow by a hanging lamp light. Inside the room with him, was a man dressed in army attire, with white hair, camouflage gear, white in color to match the surroundings. He was about 6’3 in height and was as stocky as any professional body builder would be. He wore a head band, knee and elbow pads, and a flak jacket. He stood attentive like a true solider. A chilling voice broke the air, it was sophisticated and proper, but had a nasty trouble slither at the end of it. “Evening Zakir Vladislavovich. We’ve been expecting you for some time now. Rumors around the Russian circuit say you’re the perfect candidate for unarmed and armed combat.” A man in white would step out of the shadows, his hair was white, his skin complexion was mighty pale, and he looked like something out of an England Victorian age magazine. He held a manila folder in his hand and another one under his arm. “50 flawless assignation attempts, 25 unarmed infiltrations with nothing but CQC, 45 full on base tactic assaults…King of the Russian Bear Fighting Circuit.” Aeon chuckled pacing back and forth. “What is this combat SAMBO style you use? Images suggest it seems pretty brutal. You self thought?” Zakir remained silent and attentive. “A true solider, who only speaks when spoken to. You train your men well commander.” The figure in the dark nodded, and kicked their feet up on the table. “Anyway I’ve come on behalf of Sector G.O.D. We have need of certain DNA samples for a project we’re starting, that has been long in the process…specifically we need you to secure a sample. Sounds easy enough, except the same we WANT is the problem.” Aeon would throw out a folder that Said “Ryoji” on the front of it. Zakir picked up the file and began to skim it silently. “Ryoji’s are an odd branch. Their not as outlandish as the Tasanagi’s or as proud as the Yun’s. Even recently, they’re not even underground rulers like the Tetsu’s seem to be coming. No Ryoji’s only…”bark” when prompted, though the stories of them are true. Their physiques…muscles…brains….everything down to their core is pure human perfection. Until the last picture in that book.” Zakir would turn, having seen Tetsu, Densuke, Katraina, Ochigi, Leon and on the last page was Connor. “Connor Ryoji is not a full blood Koikonjitto as they’re Shinto origin’s designate. No, his body harbors an Oni. This…put a damper in our calculations, we didn’t even think it was possible or even plausible for this to happen. An Enigma, a new blood sample, a new genetic species. We don’t just need a sample. We need his body as a whole Zakir.” Zakir pulled out the the picture of Connor and looked at it. Aeon, looked at his watch, and continued talking his pocket watching ticking loudly. “We need him alive, but a broken body is applicable. He’s the next step in evolution, they all are. Every one of the families I mentioned have something we need, but the Sector…operates in silence. You see. Huehuehuehue..”   A fist would slam down upon the table, loud and certain. There was a dent left in the metal form the impact…A strong Russian female voice, broke accompanied this action. “What about our deal…what do we gain from the success of this mission. Regardless of what   you want, it’s about my countries benefit.” The female stood, the light shaking and revealing the image of a blonde haired woman with blue eyes, and a red barret hat sat upon her head. She wore a black cloak that covered one side of her body but on the other part you could see her thick thighs and curved hips that combined with her bigger than average breast, and her face. Beautiful yet the cold stare reflected death. Aeon would pick up the manila folder and place it back under his arm. “You will receive a large quantity of the R-Cells. Your soldiers will become the perfect human beings able to manipulate their own brains and bodies to become superhuman with time.” She’d nod, and look to Zakir. Saluting him. “17 year old Zakir Vladislavovich. Your mission is to enroll into Kasaihana High School attend class and clubs regularly in your vila which will be provided t you for technical and equipment support. Defeat Connor Ryoji, and secure his body and deliver him to back to base alive. Break him for everything he’s worth, and show him the strength of our proud country.” Zakir would slaute his commander. “Understood.” His voice consisted of a thick accent as well, as he’d turn from the room and begin walking out. His mission was absolute. Aeon would fix his glasses in a smile. Placing a finger to his ear piece. “Agent Angel..Phase 2 is in motion. Mother russia’s involvement confirmed.”