Prelude
In the midst of a large vicinity with the faint scent of absolute death did the small sounds of footsteps echo without interruption across the wasteland now frozen in time. The sky blanketed by the dark clouds which would symbolize the upcoming storm imminent to approach left one wandering how a place like this could exist. The feeling of despair would grasp at one's inner thoughts and cease them from their otherwise functional distractions of business and such. This left one to wonder, nor perhaps they would instead have the valid instinct of investigation to this happening? The glimpse of an ominous shadow descending across the grey landscape being perhaps the lone being to scale the environment, as bones of animal quite undefinable seeing as most of the bones were crushed, would a person care for such lesser creatures they would see them as every day animals. Squirrels, Badgers, Foxes, the sort.
This man, this sole man continued his stride, kicking up the dirt underneath Geta (Japanese sandals) bore upon both soles of his feet. The redhue-like glow against the see of grey quite literally 'stuck out like a sore thumb', blanketing what would be the aura of the figure. Without a being to sense the man, or perhaps dangerous creature, he would cease his stride unto a tree, the last of its kind in this god forsaken landscape. The now standing man ran forth with his right fist raised in attempts of attack, smashing the fist into the tree with incredible force. In synchronization to his effort, a large burst of energy erupted from his visibly muscular frame. Within seconds, nothing was left but the now extinction of the once magnificent tree, despite its dead branches bearing no fruit or possibility of survival. The Japanese Kanji for fire bore upon the back of a darker than night black outfit used for fighters of his generation gave off a glow. What was left now was the sight of the man, and the words with which he spoke of after retaining his arms to their sides.
"Messatsu!"
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The Beginning
Tiny digits reached up from short stubby arms at the welcoming sight of a blonde woman, holding the small frail form of a child giggling and smiling at clearly nothing. Life at its finest. The Father stepped forth and gazed at the child, what would be around the father's head were a red cloth, and around his shoulders a loose garment a child could not possibly identify. The short hand of this child reached for the father, wanting his company despite the caring mother. And so the father drew closer, more clearer as he stepped into the child's nearsighted vision.
Small hands tugged at the red piece of cloth the Father wore around his head. Giving a slightly confused look, the man untied and handed the garment to the child, which the child would only wave his arms around with the headwear in his hands. The sound of laughter filled the room moments later, the Mother speaking up with joy in her voice:
"I think we should call him...... Ryu."
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The present
The clash of battle in an arena surrounded by many cheering individuals meant this was not just any sort of normal duel. What was going on right now was clearly a bought utilized for the entertainment of others, possibly those inside the ring as well. The red gloved fist of a man wearing a blinding white fighting garb slammed with excellent precision into the jaw of his adversary, but this only launching the opponent back some feet until the man jumped back into the brawl. A left hook followed by the anonymous man aimed at the white garbed man's jaw were easily countered as the man followed up by a crouch. His right foot slid forward, and his right gloved fist slammed once more into the jaw, the same location as before, against his opponent. The blue glow of pure energy made a sort of aura around the man using the attack, he would then jump several feet into the air simultaneous to carrying his opponent with him. Both of them simply became airborne in seconds.
"Shoryuken!"
The attacker which demonstrated a skill undefined by his adversary landed on both shoeless feet, while on the other hand his opponent slammed onto his back with arms out to the sides as he lay on the ground motionless, yet breathing. What ringed against the surroundings sounded a loud, easily noticeable bell, signaling a knockout and easy victory for the white garbed man. His hands reached behind his head and untied a garment, this being a red headband. He held this into the air, and cheers filled the air along with the announcers cries:
"Let's hear it for our Champion, Ryu Hoshi!"
Later on, the same man were walking down the streets with a bag thrown across his left shoulder. Although large in size, he held it up without effort. His mouth opened to speak to himself:
"I still have a long way to go before my journey is finished."
And with that, he continued to walk down the street, looking for either a good place to eat, or another possibly worthy opponent.
Subject: The Adventure of Ryu. 
Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:11 pm
