Post by EriChar on Apr 17, 2012 14:53:06 GMT -5
“Watch where you’re going!”[/color] Jumonji Fuutaro was bellowed at by the keep of a market stall, as he leapt over his stock boxes and narrowly avoided knocking him over.
Got no time to hang about… Gotta follow the trail ‘fore it gets cold…
Dashing through the streets of Minatsuki, clamped in his right mitt was a new addition to his arsenal; what appeared to be a katana. Of course, this was a true katana only in appearance, for what Fuu carried was actually the Iaito he had come into possession of, and used to practice his the drawing techniques that he had learned in his study of Shiryuu Shinen Ryuu. Almost visually identical to a real katana blade, the weapon was rather simply decorated, with a black sheath and handle, and a steel guard dividing them. The big difference between this practice weapon and the true version of the weapon it resembled was the sharpness of its blade; Fuu’s Iaito was shaped in the same way as a true katana, but lacking the unparalleled sharpness that it’s combat ready counterparts tended to have. There was also a doubt on the durability of the blade in general, since it wasn’t designed for clashing with other weaponry and more for the simple action of the draw, it hadn’t been as well prepared as the genuine article was expected to be. Still, despite the inferiorities that the weapon possessed, it was the best thing he could have gotten his hands on in short order, and would hopefully stand up to swordplay a lot better than the wooden bokken that was slung at his waist.
Having parted from Hinata at the bar, telling the girl to stay with her father for when he awoke again, Fuutaro had dashed up to his room and retrieved the practice weapon, before setting off to settle the score. Hinata had given him a decent description of his master’s assailant and Fuu, being a former delinquent kingpin and current bouncer, had a good idea of who to hit up and whom to shake down in order to track the bastard down. Having already put on his ‘scary face’ for a couple of the local snitches with no luck, Fuu was now heading to the next one. However, the longer he took finding out where his quarry had concealed himself, the more chance there was of the info he found leading to a dead end. Ducking into a dark back street, Fuu’s dash diminished into a stride, as he caught sight of a few guys crouching further down the street. As they registered Fuu approaching, they stood up, and the bigger ones seemed to move to meet him.
“Hey, buddy, there’s a toll to-“ The lead one’s words were interrupted as his nose exploded, thanks to a well-placed forehead from one time king of the Minatsuki Delinquent Circuit; Jumonji Fuutaro.
“Got a standin’ invite with ya boss.” Fuutaro stepped around the flunky, who was cradling his face, blood making rivers that flowed between his fingers.
“Hahhh, now two veg?” A couple more had stepped up to Fuu, ready to take the place of their fallen comrade, trying to make themselves look big and tough. With the sight of their lead taken down so easily, the next set of ‘hurdles’ seemed to find solace in strength with their numbers. However, their desire to work as a pair seemed to ignore the lack of teamwork and unity between them, and instead of taking the fight to Fuu, they hovered before him in hesitation.
“Well, come on then, don’t need ta queue…” The both swung at Fuutaro wildly, trying to pin him down with their fists. It was unfortunate for them that Fuutaro had gotten used to the pace of such half-assed moves the best part of a decade before. Ducking around the flailing arms of his foes like they had been swatting at flies, Fuu put the pair of them down quickly. The first fell to a boot to the knee followed up by a straight with his free hand, whilst the second was battered to the ground by the sudden presence of Fuu’s pommel in his gut.
With his bodyguards quelled, the final one in the alley, the ‘boss’ seemed to try and shrink away from Fuu’s presence, trying to slip away from Fuu before he had finished dealing with the muscle that had been tossed at the white haired avenger. However, there seemed to have been a miscalculation performed, the ‘boss’ hadn’t expected Fuu to deal with the grunts so quickly, and all too soon Fuu had his target within his grasp.
“Leavin’ already?” The one time Yankee king yanked his quarry back to him and around to face him, a devlish grin apparent on the face of the furious Fuu.
“Ah ha ha ha ha… Long-time no see, Boss Fuu” The target this time around was a former gang mate of Fuutaro, who he’d heard tell of becoming something of an information merchant in the meantime. Apparently, the terror that Fuu once inspired had not completely died out, which would make things a little easier from here on out.
“Ho? Gonna need ta use that good memory of yours…” Fuu patted his old ‘friend’ in a seemingly affectionate manner, but that was all the warmth he showed.
Wasting no time, Fuutaro added to his intimidation factor, slamming the former flunky into a nearby wall, pinning his snitch against it with his forearm.
“Big guy, wears furs, feathers in his hair. Seen ‘im?” Fuu was direct, he had no time to mess around with reminiscence or pleasantries. He needed to know where to find this challenger yesterday, and be standing over his bloodied body the day before.
“Aha ha, you see many strange things on the streets these d-“ Fuu offered his one-time underling a little more encouragement; cutting off the words that he tried to slither out with a his mitt as it slammed into the wall next to the squealers cheek. The bricks beyond the paw cracking, the fire of Fuu’s inner fury prevented any pain from the blow reaching his notice, and as he retrieved his grazed knuckles, Fuu lined up his next shot straight at his fink’s face.
“Ah! Alright! Alright! I heard they’re staying near the windmill, the old Honda farm!”
With his information gained, Fuu released his rat, who wilted and dropped down to the floor. Taking a few steps forwards, Fuutaro paused before he continued, and cast the sagging snitch a cold, red eye.
“If yer lyin’, I’ll be back, an’ my sword’ll be drawn.” Fuu made sure that there was an understanding between them, about the accuracy of the information that had been shared, before he sprinted out of the alley, and on course for his target as fast as he could; the farm was on the other side of town.
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