Ark 22 Episode 8: Track suit fighters and Hong Kong bullet sprays

Ginji: Ginji glanced towards the open area he had his underlings clear out for the training he was about to go through with Kin. This would be the first time the two of them had seen each other since their first meeting. Remembering that day always caused Ginji to glance down at his left hand where the bite mark that was healing nicely was. It would become a scar but that’d only be inspiration for Ginji to get better. There were a few punching bags placed around the factory and when he wasn’t handling business or taking a breather, Ginji could usually be found at one of them, working as hard as he could to keep in top shape and to get better as well. These punching bags helped him to hone the style he had read and learned about when he was locked up. Kuroitetsugen or the Dark Iron Fist, created by a man named Ginsukei Yanazuka but it seemed as if only the basics of the style had been in that book. That left a lot of room for one to put their own spin on the style which gave Ginji the determination to broaden it and make it his own. Ginji moved over to one of the punching bags that hung off to the left from the freshly cleared area, raising his loosely clenched fists up towards his chin in a sort of unorthodox boxing stance. He began throwing hard jabs and hooks at the bag, causing it to bounce back with every hit. Ginji fought with his feet planted, only moving when he was pushing his enemy back due to the strong offense he utilized when fighting but now he had a slight bounce on his heels as if he were already trying new things to further enhance himself. He moved clockwise around the bag, placing high, mid, and low hits to it, imagining a person as his target. He threw blows to the left and right ribs, the gut, the face, and the chest. He imagined the haymaker he had landed on Kin, repeating the move. Following the right haymaker Ginji planted his right foot, raising a harsh knee to the bag, following with a left hook. He took a step back from the bag, pivoting on his left foot to swing his right leg towards the bag, performing a heavy kick. His goons watched him as he trained which seemed to throw inspiration at them because they got up or moved from where they were, heading to different parts of the broad factory to train themselves, not wanting to be left behind by their boss. Every time Ginji hit the bag he felt as if something was rising or welling up inside of him but quickly faded right after the attack was finished. Ginji reared back as far as he could, swinging his right fist as hard as he could in a jab like fashion but with how far he had reared back, his fist shot forward, slamming against the bag, causing it to swing back further than it had been. Ginji stepped off to his right, swinging his left fist at a low level so that when the bag swung towards him his left fist would slam against it where a person of his heights gut would be, not letting the bag swing past him. He released a heavy breath, walking over to one of the tables, grabbing a bottle of water he had been drinking from during his breaks. He downed the rest of the water, squeezing the bottle until it gave way, crunching up in the middle. He grabbed a hand towel, wiping off his face before he grabbed a white t-shirt, pulling it over his head before sliding his arms through. He adjusted it slightly so it wasn’t twisted and wrinkled before glancing towards the door of the factory that was sort of a back entrance though it was the main entrance used, the one he had taken Kin through. The front door had several chains wrapped around the handles with several padlocks connecting them all together so that door couldn’t be opened without a lot of force and effort. Ginji didn’t know exactly when Kin would show up but it should be any time now. If what Kin had said was true, he was going to show Ginji how to use karate and how to further himself even more which Ginji was truly looking forward to. He may have the exterior of a punk who doesn’t give a shit about anything but on the inside Ginji knew what he wanted to do with his life and he knew that he was going to get there no matter what it took to do it. A few of Ginji’s goons came walking through the door, walking over to him. They handed him a wad of cash and a black pistol, nodding to him as they did so. “At least Frankie isn’t bullshitting me like Jo is.” Ginji mumbled as he counted the cash before rolling it up, putting a rubber band around it Ginji then picked up the gun, looking it over. He had told his guys to go get him a pistol since he didn’t have one himself. He planned on using one more but only in situations where it was needed. He placed it back down on to the table, nodding at them meaning they were dismissed. They walked off to do whatever they had in mind to do while Ginji walked over to the black leather chair he usually sat in. He fell back on it, raising his left leg over the left arm of the chair, letting it hang loosely while propping his right elbow on the right arm, leaning his jaw against his right palm. He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander to wherever it wanted to go. It took him back to when he was locked up and how he spent his time there working out, reading, and occasionally causing trouble. He couldn’t help but smirk some, almost laughing at himself at how he had gotten locked up in the first place. “Some bullshit…” Ginji mumbled to himself, shaking his head some.‏

Kin: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXGI6yESr4U ) Kin had been pushing himself as well. On the roof top of some random building in district 2. He could still hear his old Sensi's teachings echoing the back of his head. Those very teaching that made him the man he is today, he knew how much johnny had faith in him. ( https://31.media.tumblr.com/419c66c1e23484961d382b94292a40b3/tumblr_mzd6v9Gc8w1rnt72lo2_500.gif ) " DONT QUIT.. PUSH! " He could hear Johnny saying to him, and he'd do just that. His muscles tensed and soon he would have been doing his push up reps even faster. After number 50 he would have shifted to his other side, now only using one arm as he continued the reps. Doing 50 reps in all with just one arm. Lifting himself into the air now doing chinese styled push ups as he continued to balance himself. Sweat trickling down his topless form. And his sweat pants getting bunched up as he continued. " GAAHHH! " Kin said shouting at the top of his lungs, the pain was great, but the sensation of doing so was satisfying.( http://38.media.tumblr.com/b1ec0c4b9524a20a4499d153ed6e05ec/tumblr_mn48bqCs0p1r8tyjfo1_500.gif ) Before long he would have finished the reps as he stood on the edge the building with his arms spread out wide. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breathe and transitoing int his Kaiju Karate main stance before he twisted his form, and preformed the Kata's over and over again. Punch, punch, kick. Left, right round house, jump kick, squat, rising knee, right elbow strike, backwards elbow strike with the left, chop to the throat, swift back step, landing perfectly on the balls of his feet. This he learned from connor, he'd switch his style to some form of chinese martial art, and within his mind. Connor would have been doing the Kata right next to him in Unison. Each of there punches matching one another with swift strikes, and kicks, his moves moving flawlessly. This gave Kin the notion... that maybe somewhere, out there. He had been training too... practicing the same techniques that he had taught him. Before long he would have pulled a tank top on as he made his way over to Ginji's hide out. The rest of the crew had been training and he saw this. Not to disturb anyone, he went his seperate ways within the warhouse and laid out a mat for everyone. " Alright. Im here. " He said standing in the middle of the mat as he waited for everyone to come over. " No shoe's on the mat either, were doing this the tradtional way. " Kin said nodding his head as he tied a bandana over his head so his bangs would be out of his face.‏

Ginji: Ginji noticed Kin as he laid a mat out on the ground. He slowly stood up from the black leather chair with a grin. He was eager to get this started and he couldn’t help but show it. He pulled his hairband off of his head, lowering it to his forehead so that when he pushed it back onto his head, it pulled his bangs back with it, keeping them out of his face. He walked up to the edge of the mat, pulling his boots off before he stepped onto it. He rolled his head in a clockwise circle, causing his neck to crack twice. “Not so used to the traditional stuff but sure, we’ll do it your way. Guess they got pumped up and decided to train themselves too… Heh.” Ginji liked to see his gang getting pumped and training. It showed their drive and how serious they were about being strong. When Ginji first formed this gang he had no name, no plan on how to get money, no plan on how to survive. All he had offered them was a reason to become strong, a reason to thrive and rise up to the top. He planned on taking them with him into the Yakuza world if they’d follow him there and many had agreed to the dream. Ginji wasn’t a complete idiot and it showed when he wanted it to. He placed his feet together, slowly bowing to Kin before raising up, nodding. “So, how’d you wanna do this?” Ginji asked Kin, waiting for his instruction.‏

Kin: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrx1vyvtRLY ) Kin cut on the Zen music and took a deep breathe. " First... in order to gain martial control in combat. You have to free your mind. " Kin said taking a deep breathe. " Do it with me.." If Ginji did it or not, kin would have. Exhaling the bad and inhaling the good is what johnny would tell him. " Are you aware of meditation, and Zen Ginji? And how they go hand in hand with martial arts? Meditation is a practice, but falls into the martial art as much as punching and kicking does. If you fight your opponent with utter rage, and without the clense of your mind. Then you are bound to lose every fight. Meditation is a practice in which an individual trains the mind or induces a mode of consciousness, either to realize some benefit or for the mind to simply acknowledge its content without becoming identified with that content, or as an end in itself.The term meditation refers to a broad variety of practices that includes techniques designed to promote relaxation, build internal energy or life force (qi, ki, prana, etc.) and develop compassion, love, patience, generosity and forgiveness. A particularly ambitious form of meditation aims at effortlessly sustained single-pointed concentration meant to enable its practitioner to enjoy an indestructible sense of well-being while engaging in any life activity.The word meditation carries different meanings in different contexts. Meditation has been practiced since antiquity as a component of numerous religious traditions and beliefs. Meditation often involves an internal effort to self-regulate the mind in some way. Meditation is often used to clear the mind and ease many health concerns, such as high blood pressure, depression, and anxiety. It may be done sitting, or in an active way—for instance, Buddhist monks involve awareness in their day-to-day activities as a form of mind-training. Prayer beads or other ritual objects are commonly used during meditation in order to keep track of or remind the practitioner about some aspect of the training. " Kin said before he took another deep breate. " Alright. " Kin said opening his eyes slowly. " Ginji. . . for this first part. I have to enter within the very depths of your mind. " Kin cleared his throat and glared at Ginji, pointing at him. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o79_lScf9Cg&list=PLHO37SszSdOx1n3yC4dV30KeVznZzd8fQ&index=35 ) " GINJI! YOUR MOTHER WAS A CRACK WHORE WHO SUCKED DICK BEHIND THE DOLLAR WORLD MART BACK IN 2045! " All of Ginji's goons would have stopped what they were doing as Kin took a deep breathe and went on a full rampage! " Yo mama so dirty she has to creep up on bathwater. Yo mama so dirty she makes mud look clean. Yo mama so dirty that she was banned from a sewage facility because of sanitation worries! Yo mama so dirty that you can't tell where the dirt stops and she begins. Yo Mama's so dirty, she's got more clap than an auditorium. Yo mama so dirty she brings crabs to the beach. Yo Mama's so dirty, she has more crabs then Red Lobster. Yo Mama's so dirty, she made Right Guard turn left. Yo Mama's so dirty, she went swimming and made the Dead Sea. Yo Mama's so dirty, a skunk smelled her ass and passed out. Yo mama so dirty and smells so bad, she was entered in the hunger games and won within 30 seconds Yo mama is like a hockey player, she only showers after three periods. Yo Momma so dirty, she uses Dr. Scholl Odor Eaters for panty liners. Yo mama is so dirty, her house became insect AND pesticide-free. Yo mama so dirty I went to her house and got robbed by a rat, raped by a roach, and sat on a old piece of bread! Yo Mama's so dirty, the roaches wrote her an eviction notice. Yo mama so nasty her breath smells like donkey sex. Yo mama so dirty she went to your school and the principal dropped out. " Kin would have kept of going had Ginji not shut him up.‏

Ginji: “Ha?..” Ginji looked stunned for a second, not really realizing exactly what had just happened until the words began registering in his mind. Ginji’s mind flashed back to when he was four years old and he remembered his father telling him that his mother was never coming back. He claimed she had gone on a business trip and had to stay there until Ginji was six and his father decided to break it to him that his mother was dead. Ginji’s hands instantly clinched so hard his knuckles turned completely white. “What… The fuck… Did you just… SAY?!!!” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XyoUlf_wKM) ‘OOOOYYAAAAAA!” Ginji roared out as he sprinted forward, rage filling his eyes as he closed the distance between him and Kin in a second. He slammed his right foot down right in front of Kin, being a foot away. He reared his right fist back, swinging it as hard and as fast as he could in a right hook, his attacks coming a second after the one before it. The right hook, a left jab, a hard right knee, a left hook and then a right haymaker. These attacks if any of them landed would have had a surprising amount of force behind them that would have rocked Kin in whichever direction opposite of the hit he took. The knee would have slammed against Kin’s stomach, robbing him of his breath had it landed and the haymaker would have sent his head towards the floor. That feeling that had welled up inside Ginji when he was hitting the bag would have spiked as the anger exploded inside Ginji. If the haymaker had landed and Kin’s head had been knocked towards the ground Ginji would have planted his right foot, raising a vicious knee towards Kin’s face in an attempt to cause his head and body to snap back upwards. Something inside Ginji’s mind snapped and he stopped his attacks. “Tch…” Ginji realized what Kin had just said about clearing and cleansing his mind and staying calm. Ginji slowly unclenched his fists, looking off to his left. In an instant his anger had spiraled out of control and he felt dumb for letting it happen. “Fuck you… Piece of shit… Don’t talk about my mom…” Ginji mumbled, slowly clenching and unclenching his fists. He slowly turned his gaze back to Kin, his expression seemingly calm now.‏

Kin: Kin would have been ready for what came next. The Flurry of attacks came in one after another in swift succession. His eyes dead set on Ginji as he dashed towards him. He was hopping around up and down before he simply said. " Ikimashou ( Let's go. ) " Kin said as he got down into his stance. The first strike that came his way had been the right hook, he weaved out of the way out of that one, dipping his head to the right as he slammed his fist into Ginji's jaw as he sent out the next strike, but he would have done so, to the point Ginji wouldn't feel the strike. The Next left jab came and he blocked it with his forarms only to take the knee to the gut, backing up a bit. But when the left hook came he would have used the back of his right hands wrist to knock the strike away to the left, using his left hand to send a swift two piece into Ginji's chest. And When the Right haymaker went his way he would have leaned his body backwards matrix style, then as he leaned back he would have used his arms to send a backwards hand spring kick into Ginji's chin, which if connected would also feel as if nothing had hit him. Kin would have done two hand spring flips before he got back down into his stance. “Fuck you… Piece of shit… Don’t talk about my mom…” Kin heard Ginji say before kin finally landed on one knee. His chin had been bleeding, Ginji could a pack a punch. "... Good.. " Kin said before standing to his full height. Ginji would have then felt a rush as all the places Kin had struck would have felt like his bones had fractured a bit all at once. This would have 9 times out of 10 placed Ginji in a staus of sheer pain. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5r4QqHUk0Cs ) " Kaiju Karate. A style I devloped that focus's on breaking's one's bones. In Kaju-Karate it uses the same state as normal base Karate but with proper training in strength, and being taught in the ways of human anatomy it can turn anyone into a fierce combatant. This Karate style is based of bone breaking and dismemberment. When fighting, im sure you know. You should take little mercy on your opponents and should always work to dispatch them easily. This style has the fire power that each strike given is a death blow if the right amount of force is imputed within it. Each punch in this style is designed to shatter bones. And the impact of each strike can render the opponent useless. A style that I hope to incoprate into your own combat style... if you'll let me. " Kin said crossing his arms. " Also... good work, you picked up on what I was doing rather quickly... your pretty smart... Ginji. If you fight with a heart full of rage, you may have unrelentless power, but for exchange with this, you may lose your ability to use techniques, your ability to rationally think, and your ability to win. If you dont bring your emotions to a fight... then you'll be a killer, and a damn good one too. "‏

Ginji: Pain suddenly raided Ginji’s body out of nowhere, causing Ginji’s eyes to widen but he didn’t yell out, he simply clenched his teeth, trying to bite through the pain. Despite the pain radiating through his body he listened to the words Kin said. He slowly nodded when Kin spoke about being allowed to incorporate it into Ginji’s fighting style. A thought crossed his mind when he fully thought about how devastating a combination of Kuroitetsugen and this Kaiju Karate could be. Ginji had slowly started to ignore the pain, shaking his head slightly. “Alright… Teach me.” Ginji said with a nod, ready to move on.‏

Kin: Over the next couple of hours they would have went over the simple and man portions of Karate. Ginji couldn't learn his style. But he could teach him the real thing. With this, kin was able to test Ginji's worth in terms of combat. And after a few days of the same repetitive punching methods and kicking formations Ginji's power would have increased. After a week of the same forms of training. Ginji's strength would have maxed to an all time high along with his gang. Kin's intense training would have boosted his physical strength to the point if lifting 750lbs, due to the intensive strength training where Kin would have them stand in a pool of water, neck high , with 200lb weights on in the water. Forcing them to do there Kata's with the immense body strain. This would have made his strength double along with his speed. Ginji's would have noticed an increase in muscle mass as well. Kin came up with this training resument after hours of research. Eventually this is what he would have come up with, something that works the fastest and most effectively. Ginji's speed would have allowed him to run at peak human speeds of 55MPH on foot. As for his agility, he'd have to learn on his own. The karate principals would have made his punching power for his boxer style to double that much further. Ginji's could now punch 0.9th of a second, each punch flowing behind the other with concussive force. And this would have all been without teaching him the methods of using his chi. But his speed doesn't end there. Due to the training, kin forcing him to dodge bullet speed , tennis balls for hours would have given him drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing him to almost dodge bullets, catch flies in mid-air, dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to. ( For each attack/combo you can dodge any three hits with slowed vision even bullets Aslong as there's only three. This falls into the three dodge rule. It slows down his time perception by 4 seconds for each attack thrown. Giving him 4 full seconds to see it, and move out of the way. )

Another week later...

The gang would have been on a building with track suits on. Each with some form of staff in hand. Kin had been there within the circle as well. Kin gripped tightly to his staff before he took two steps back. " Alright guys... We've came a long way. And still have a long way to go. You guys are going to have a mock battle. Last man standing fights me. And win or lose... You've accomplished my training. " Kin said taking a few steps back. " Begin! "‏ Ginji: Ginji stood on the roof top with the rest of his gang and Kin, all wearing track suits while wielding staffs. Ginji tossed his staff down, unzipping his track jacket to toss it to the side, having a black wife beater on underneath it. He rolled his head in a counter clockwise circle, causing it to crack twice before everyone charged in, the fighting breaking out. Staffs started swinging through the air at whoever was in front of the wielder. Ginji ducked under one staff, swinging a hard right uppercut, watching as it smashed against a chin, sending the victim up into the air and down to the ground. The staffs were soon either broken or tossed to the side, fists and feet began going this way and that way. Ginji was in his zone, completely and utterly focused on everything around him. He had taken the meditation seriously and had increased his focus. He was ducking and weaving around punches, throwing two, three, and four pieces into his gang members, taking them down one by one. He dodged one punch by leaning to his right, swinging a right hook right before the fist was dodged, slamming his knuckles against the attacker’s jaw, causing his head to rock to the right, the light leaving his eyes as he fell unconscious, having been knocked out. Ginji glanced at his right hand for a moment, the realization of how strong he had become was slowly coming to him though he had to keep fighting to be sure he was really as strong as he thought he was at this point in time. The fight raged on, a few fists finding their way to Ginji’s face but he took them, lashing out at the person who hit him to knock the fuck out of them. Ginji grabbed the black hair of a goon, pulling it downward with his right hand while swinging his left knee upward, causing the knee to collide with forehead, dropping the goon on contact. Ginji had seemingly trained even harder than his underlings had, for one being the boss he should be stronger than his underlings, and secondly he felt like he needed even more strength to accomplish his goal to become a full-fledged Yakuza man. “I’m not going to lose…” Ginji mumbled to himself as he swung a left jab, a right one shooting right behind it in under a second, the next left one flowing right after it. Ginji slid to the left, slamming his right fist into the gut of the goon he had just pieced up, dropping him. It was almost like mass chaos up there but Ginji was able to keep focused and keep his head in the fight. He had been in multiple gang fights with large amounts of people before and he had managed to keep focused even though he got knocked around a lot more than he was in this massive fight. He had no idea how long this all out brawl would continue but he’d keep swinging until the last one dropped. “BAM!” After what seemed like hours, Ginji slammed a right haymaker against the last guy standing’s skull, which was coincidentally a guy who was sort of like his right hand man. “Whew…” Ginji released a long sigh, pulling off his black wife beater only to toss it to the ground. “Well Kin… Looks like we’ll get our rematch, let’s hope you don’t bite me this time.” Ginji said with a smirk, his almost golden eyes seeming to flash as he squared up, facing Kin with a completely serious face. His stance had definitely approved and showed that he was ready to move at a seconds notice. He had more of a bounce on his heels and because of the karate training his left hand was more torso leveled than his right hand which was right near his chin. Ginji definitely had a different look to him than when he first met Kin. “Well let’s fuckin’ go.” Ginji said, a grin of excitement sliding across his lips.‏

Kin: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrzsAwvSb3o ) Kin watched as Ginji dispatched through the men with ease and he couldn't help but nod. Even though Ginji was still the same in his combat style, he was able to see that things had tweaked themselves due to the training. His stance, was solid and more percise he was faster that was for sure. And he was stronger, that just meant they had to work on foot work next and ground game. Then he'd be all around and there'd be nothing to stop him in a combat situation. Kin had still been fully clothed as he readied himself and before long he would have gotten down into the base stance of Kaiju Karate. "... Challanging the master already. " Kin said jokingly before he flicked his nose. " Things are a bit different now with the lack of guns dont you think...? ' Oyabun. ' " He said calling Ginji boss with a sting to it, but it was all in good fun. The goons Ginji had taken out all mumbled and groaned in pain as they lie there. " G-Get em boss... " One of em said before giving Ginji a thumbs up. " Yeah! " Another said right after him. Blood leaking from his nose. Kin looked out at them and his eyes shot left to right... they hd been a pack. A wild pack, but a pack none the less and he could easily see this.

" HERE I COME! "

Kin said charging Ginji with a swift 3 piece. Two right handed strikes and a right hook kick, only to kick back taking a step back and sending a boot kick at Ginji's gut which if connected would have knocked some wind out of him. Also, Kin had been using his Kaiju Karate... he didnt want to hold back on Ginji this time. With the Shinogidachi Technique that had been taught, Kin uses what he learned from his late sensei and put it to the test. Using that technique, he exherts his chi from his strikes. Only in small microfragments. His chi would flush through the opponents body, and there chi would push outwards, while his pushed inwards. The Force and pressure of the two Chi-Forms would cause the bones in the opponents body to SNAP! If one did not use chi, they'd be at a greater disadvantage. Seeing that his technique would push right through the opponents body for a solid hit shattering the bones to mush without chi being there to atleast intercept the strikes chi force. So with each strike, Ginji would more then likely feel his bones microfracure, but they wouldnt break due to Ginji's training, his bones had become more resilliant then before. Each strike had been swift and fierce that Kin sent his way. " C'MON.... GINNNNNNNJIII!!!! "

Meanwhile.....

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqmZ0qPcoL4 ) A man in a black suit made his way into a club with two SMG's in his hands. And that's it. His head had been low and his suit seemed to be of new value, it was really expensive looking. But who the man had been... had actually been someone by the name of Chang. Or so the mask would allow him to look like. ( http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/yakuza-mob-roleplay/images/7/7e/1235594518464.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140120050450 Who he was. ) " Lets see if this works, the real guy i made sure to handle personally. " He said fixing his tie. To those who knew him, it had been none other then Chang, The Leader of the triads in China. A spew of cars had been behind his, flowing in with the same Triad insigniy on them. " Listen! " He said shouting at the top of his lungs as he fired two bullets into the air. The Pink Pussy Gentleman's Club - A no holds bar ideal on conventional strip clubs, the Pink Pussy offers a variety of delicious yet delectable delights ranging from soft core action to the sadistically strange. Believe me no fetish or fantasy is too strange here and sex if warranted is encouraged any and every where in club. But if privacy is what you crave in order to let loose in some sorta way you may pay a nice fee to be enrolled as a club Elite VIP, which grants you unlimited access to the lady of your choosing (excludes the owner). " I'm here... on behalf of the triads. And I will easily make note, that this city is now ours. And were starting with this one bar. I like the bitches in here. But im sorry, your all fired. Consider yourself laid off.. " He said before firing rounds at the people inside, shooting everyone he could, blood spewed left to right! It was a blood bath! Bodies would explode from the modified SMG rounds, people lie dead in pools of blood, bodies mangled, ripped to shreds, death loomed in the air, within the very atmosphere from this random attack. " Where is... Tomoko, tell her that our deals off. " He said holding the gun over to the bar-tenders head. "... SH-SHE'S NOTHERE! ITS 4AM IN THE MOURNNING SHE HAS A KID YOU FUCKING MONSTER..." The Bartender said at gun point. ' Chang ' Smirked as he tilted his head to the right. " Do you believe in god? " " what?! " " Do you believe jesus is your savior? " ".. Y-YES! " " Alright... " ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GgQgrsMb70 ) " I Believe you... pray to god... tell him to come save you.."

'Chang ' sat down in a seat near the bar and drank someones drank before he waited 30 seconds and turned his attention to the baretender. " I think God's busy..." He said blowing the bar-tenders head off as a burst of blood erupted against the wall. The Whole club had been cleaned out, he looked over at his ' Men. ' And they almost seemed cybernetic. He turned to a camera in the club aiming his gun before smiling and firing at it. Walking out of the club after lighting gas-o-line along the insides of the interior and then lighting it up to a blaze. The club went into flames as he watched it from afar. Along the light poles outside of the club had been the girls of the club cruficied on light poles and the such. ' Chang ' would have smirked as he looked back at his carnage. "... On to the next one..." He said driving off in the limo.‏

Ginji: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQiFSjV1-WA) Ginji watched Kin come charging in, quickly raising his left arm, letting Kin’s first two right handed strikes hit against his guard. When the kick came in Ginji had already slid into Kin’s breathing space, swinging a heavy left knee up towards Kin’s gut which would have interrupted the kick and would have robbed Kin of a couple breaths. Had Kin still kicked backwards and attempted his boot kick Ginji would have lowered his arms into an X like formation in front of his stomach, being pushed back by a couple centimeters from the kick. Ginji felt a bit of pain weaving it’s way through his arms which caused him to stop a moment, blinking. Ginji realized what had happened and it caused him to grit his teeth. He was still falling victim to Kin’s Kaiju Karate which had the ability to break bones though these only felt like small fractures considering no part of his arm was dangling loosely and the pain wasn’t so severe. Still a thought crossed Ginji’s mind that almost broke his focus. “Still too weak… Still not good enough.” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZJgLHgOEMw) Ginji shook his head before his gaze became dead set on Kin again. Charging in to retaliate against Kin, Ginji would throw a quick three piece combo of his own, consisting of a right and left jab aimed at Kin’s nose which flowed almost effortlessly together and would have caused slight eye watering due to involuntary bodily reactions, leading to a savage right hook that was aimed directly at Kin’s jaw line. Just before the right hook would make it’s connection, if it was allowed to connect, Ginji would rear back with his left fist, swinging another savage fist in the direction of Kin’s jaw, though this one was aimed near the bottom, right at the rim so that the punch looked like a full on uppercut but Ginji figured it to be more of a high rising left hook. The combination of the right and left hook would have worked together amazingly had they been able to land on their target. The right hook would have slammed against Kin’s jaw, causing his head to snap to the right and the left hook would have been there right when said snap happened, hitting it’s mark almost perfectly causing Kin’s body to raise into the air by three feet. Ginji had planned this move out and as a golden flash seemed to surge through his eyes he had reared back his right fist almost as far as it would go, swinging it forward in a vicious fashion, aiming to slam his fist with all his might against Kin’s stomach which would have sent him sprawling across the rooftop, forcing him away from the middle from where they had been exchanging blows. If the blow had connected, at the moment of impact a strange red glow would have appeared for a split second and could have been easily missed unless you were staring straight at the punch close enough to the fist, as in the one throwing the punch and the one taking the punch, had Kin been paying attention (This all happening if the attack were allowed to land). Ginji would have blinked for a moment, staring at his right hand. “Fuck was that?...” Ginji had felt that sensation where something was welling up inside of him when he had thrown that punch and it had almost burst when the flash of red occurred. Ginji shook of the thoughts, watching for Kin to come at him again.‏

Kin: Kin watched as Ginji's soared forward with his combo. The first two aimed to his face he weaved left to right dodging them with swift bibs of his head. When the haymaker that followed came after, kin would have took the punch to jaw , snapping his head back when the other strike came , he would have taken a step back and as he did he would have sent a wing chun styled snap punch aimed at his neck with a swift strike ! The next attacks flowed in with high speeds but he had been ready. The first blow he blocked along with the second one but the second one had knocked him into the air, and boom! The chi endured strike appeared next. The impact blasted kin back and as he did he tumbled against the concrete before he landed on his right knee looking up at Ginji holding his stomach. "He tapped into his chi..." Kin said standing straight up. His homies if they hadn't tapped into there chi wouldn't have been able to see it but Ginji and kin would have. Kin stood there smiling as he brushed his clothing clean. " Good. Your showing improvement. Not gonna say you'll be a Kung Fu master. But with more training, you'll be a demon on the battle field. " Kin said bowing to Ginji in hopes of getting one back in return. " Your training in the physical aspects are over. You know how to use a gun already. But for now let's hold back on the chi training. " Kin said walking over to Ginji. " I got a score for us to make some serious cash. "‏

Ginji: “Chi training?...” Ginji mumbled the question to himself before looking at Kin, having bowed in return to him. “What sort of score are we talkin’?” Ginji grabbed his wife beater off of the ground, pulling it back over his head, sliding his arms through. He pulled it down, rolling his shoulders in a clockwise motion three times before stretching his arms up towards the sky, watching as his goons slowly got up. He walked towards his right to one of the edges of the building, figuring Kin would follow him to talk to him about this supposed score Kin had in mind. Ginji was all for it if they were going to make a lot of money off of it like Kin claimed. Ginji slid into business mode as he gazed off towards the city he could see from the rooftop.‏

Kin: " Easy. Kidnapping. " he said smirking, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat a bit. " Ransom money. I know the systems with the KPD. We shut down there towers, there connected to that Boom-Network tower. We get in there, shut that down then the cities in the dark for 30 minute tops. We shut the city down into a black out and then we make the grab where no one can see us. What are we gabbing you might ask? " Kin said unrolling up a poster with Kodi Torabassu on the front of it. " From the information iv'e gathered... Kodi's Band... filled with a bunch of butches.. with her as the lead guitarist and singer. She most likely does gigs underground or even and childrens party.. Kodi thinks thats melal of you to care for kids. Though she hates the prissy little princess bitches.. but regular kids she can live with.. Though even when shes in gigs.. her raspy tone never changes! Though her most number one hits are Water God.. and Murmaider. Though when she is in the mood.. she'll usually sing metal break up songs. Though she does has thousands of fans awaiting for her brutality within the music of the abrasive blonde. But, The Neice to one of the traid families has paid a fuck ton of money for her to play her music at her party, she's getting pretty famous. " Kin said looking over at Ginji as he showed him the picture of the girl. ( http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/305/7/b/android_18_damaged_by_2d75-d4eoj60.jpg ) " Ever see her around before? "‏

Ginji: "You sure know a lot of shit about this girl." Ginji said as he stared at the picture for a moment. “I’ve heard of her. Music’s lame, not my style.” He then replayed how Kin described they would pull off the abduction. “That’s some work even if you make it sound easy. If you know the shit then a few guys go with you while I’m ready to make the grab… Shit shouldn’t be too difficult.” Ginji grabbed his phone, taking a picture of the photo. “Call me right before you cut the power, I’ll let it ring once and then hang it up. Wakkata?” He leaned against the rim of the building which came up to his thighs when he was standing straight up. Ginji glanced at Kin to see if he agreed with his additions to the plan. He grabbed a cigarette from his pack and his lime green lighter which had been sitting beside the pack. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag from it, opening his mouth slightly so that the smoke would slowly rise out of his mouth in a thick stream. He suddenly sucked in, pulling the smoke back into his mouth before he blew it back out. Ginji had seemed like he was in thought but he had simply spaced out for a second as he took another heavy drag off of the cigarette.‏

Kin: Kin nodded. " Got it. " He said making his way out off of the roof tops. " Ronnie, Loc-Dog, Mase, you guys are with me. " Kin said as he signaled them on, making there way down the stairway. He closed his eyes and slid his hands into his pockets. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5r4QqHUk0Cs ) " Oi, Inugmai? " Ronnie said patting him on his shoulder. " Thanks for... helping out the boss! He... seems really stressed out alot, like he always has something on his mind. Dont mind him if he's a little mean honest he means well! " " Yeah! He does! " Loc-Dog said chiming into him. Kin tilted his head up and nodded his head. " Alright, i'll take your word for it. I think Ginji's an Ok kinda guy. " Kin said sliding his hands into his pockets, leading the boys on. " C'mon guys... we got a job to do... no time to waste. " He said before they all began to make there walk down the street. Kin had been infront, wearing his track jacket, and they wore theres, they looked like a gang...Kin Tasanagi... was in a gang. He was accepted.