Post by Fudotatakai on Mar 24, 2013 16:09:21 GMT -5
"... There is only the thrill of battle."
The following is a look into the harsh past of one Fudotatakai, the man who exists only to fight. At the time when he was eighteen years old and had been wandering the Yunzabit heights for about two years, he began to notice a sort of itch within his soul, an itch that couldn't be satiated no matter how many weak opponents he defeated. It was like no matter what he did, he wouldn't be content with his own existence. He considered suicide, as death would likely be a suitable alternative to the life of emptiness he had been living... But the ancient power that rested inside him didn't like that idea, causing Fudo to always turn away from the thought of dying. In time, the man learned that there was only one thing that would feed his hunger: Battle.
And so the man hiked up the side of a tall mountain and perched himself upon its peak, gazing out across the surrounding valleys and grasslands in an attempt to somehow locate a fighter worthy of fighting him. His power was indeed high compared to the average human, though he was not yet aware of just how strong some warriors were in this universe. Fudotataki sat down on a large boulder, taking a deep breath in order to clear his mind before closing his eyes. He recalled feeling a sort of essence during battle that was emanated from his opponents. It felt like a sort of energy, one that felt truly alive during battle. He knew that if he were able to sense that energy again, it would lead him to a strong foe. Sure enough, after several minutes of searching, his mind detected a pull. This pull definitely belonged to a life form, one that was quite strong. With a wide, toothy grin, Fudotatakai leaped off of the mountain, hopping his way down the steep slope eagerly.
The demonic warrior happened upon a small, secluded village that was nestled in the midst of a few mountains. It was the kind of place that one would never find on their own. As he walked through the front gate wearing only his torn street clothes, he received looks from the villagers that were understandably concerned, as Fudo had quite a terrifying appearance. His greasy black hair hung down in front of his eyes, obscuring his piercing stare from the general public. He followed the pull of energy to its source, a small dojo placed on top of a hill towards the back of the settlement. With a calm breath, Fudo entered the open entrance and stood still. "Your master. Bring him to me."
The room was filled with young men and women of various ages, all of them now staring up at their visitor. They were wearing standard martial arts uniforms, and were practicing a particular set of movements. Their power levels were well-developed compared to the average bystander, but still not even close to the vessel of He who Sleeps. The students almost seemed aware of that fact, all of them whisper to each other and appearing somewhat nervous at the sight of the muscular challenger. Growing impatient, Fudo repeated himself with a growl. "Bring me your master." he said, his voice no louder than before, but now carrying a threatening grumble that struck fear into everyone in the dojo.
It only took a brief moment for another man to enter from the back room. He wore black Hakama that were adorned by red flames, as well as a golden robe draped loosely from his waist, leaving his well-toned torso exposed. "You called?" the man asked, apparently being the teacher at the small martial arts establishment. Fudotatakai smiled, clenching his fist from the sheer excitement he felt simply by being near someone of a similar power level, even the demon still had a considerable advantage. "You will fight me." Fudo demanded, stepping forward with a menacing chuckle. He was honestly surprised at his own joy that resulted from meeting this man, who only glared up at Fudo. "I refuse." the man replied with a stone-cold stare.
Fudotatakai's smile vanished in an instant, immediately being replaced with an irritated frown. "I won't allow you to refuse. You will fight me. Now." he responded, taking a breath that puffed out his chest. His anger was already swelling thanks to his lack of patience. He wasn't about to be denied this battle, not when it offered him such satisfaction and purpose. The martial artist sighed, turning his back and returning to his class. This dishonorable act of ignorance infuriated Fudo, causing him to stomp his foot forward into a threatening stance. "Fight me! Now!" he yelled, causing the students of the dojo to squirm in fear. They were breathing heavily, and Fudo could sense their shaking. He didn't care about them, though. He only cared about getting his fight.
In response to Fudotatakai's raised voice, the master paused and turned with a glare. "Hmph." he grunted, suddenly advancing towards his opponent with the intent to throw a punch. Fudo only grinned, taking the fist straight to his gut. It hurt... It hurt so good to him. To have someone inflict pain upon him, it was a reminder that he was still human. "Hahaha... Now we fight!" he barked wildly at the worried master, raising his fist for a punch of his own. Fudo rammed his fist into the side of his foe's head, sending him tumbling across the room and into a wall. The man was certainly dazed by the attack, but soon got up to enter a cautious and defensive fighting stance. He had no choice but to defend himself now, and he was going to wait for Fudo to attack and create an opening.
Unfortunately for the master, Fudotatakai was no amateur. He dashed forward and threw a barrage of punches, skillfully keeping up his guard between attacks. Each quick jab was narrowly blocked by the master, gradually wearing down his defense and injuring his arms. In only a few short moments, Fudo picke out an opening and delivered a straight kick to his foe's chest, smashing the wooden wall behind him. The man fell into the grass and debris behind him, promptly standing up to deliver a counter attack. He aimed a rising kick to Fudo's jaw, which was caught by the demon's large hand. With his adversary's ankle now in his grip, Fudotatakai threw the man into the outside wall of the dojo, cracking it and once again dealing significant damage to the combatant. Fudo laughed, standing over his foe and ramming his fist into the master's chest one last time, causing the man to lose consciousness. The fight was over, and Fudo loved every second of it.
Realizing that he had just defeated his first real opponent, Fudotatakai stripped the man and took his clothes, walking away casually to put them on. The students were too busy recovering from their despair to follow after Fudo, instead huddling around their sensei to make sure he wasn't dead. Fudo didn't like to kill, however, knowing that defeating his opponent was enough to satisfy him. With all said and done, the man exited the village, now wearing the clothing taken from the people's own local martial arts teacher.
Fudotatakai felt good, and continued seeking out new opponents to test his skills on. He searches for challengers near and far to this very day, and something tells him that his life will become quite interesting once he is able to contend with the world's strongest fighters.
