Martial Glory, Chapter 48

Yashiro Nanakase... I honestly didn't know much about King of Fighters besides Mai Shiranui and how it was related to Dead or Alive and the Ninja Gaiden universe as well. But the Eight Heads of Orochi? That was obviously some martial arts-based terrorist organization.

Similar to the Yami group of the Kenichi verse, which even my grandfather made sure to warn me of to make sure I didn't get sucked into their bullshit. Or even The Worm, another martial arts-based terrorist organization from China that wanted to make the world into an eternal Jianghu.

My fist smashed into his and then with insane speed his other arm came in with a spear and I naturally flowed from the defensive form into the offensive form of the Kyotōryū to match his knife hand with my own.

A loud and wet crack rang out as my hand, tempered with the sword, breaking martial art, met his arm and he snarled as my hand slipped out of his arm with blood coating the tips of my finger as my fingers slipped between the two bones that made up his forearms.

"What the hell even are you? You have the speed of master, but you haven't even gotten the body refinement of a High Class disciple... Not even near the durability of an Expert tier martial artist!" I demanded in actual offense at this bullshit.

As the man slinked back with his wounds as at this point I had already broken one of his shoulders, one of his collar bones, his right wrist, and then stabbed a hand-thick hole through his left arm.

His speed was just... Fucking outlandish though, which made zero sense as it just doesn't happen naturally. A martial artist should only be able to move as fast as they have refined their body and senses, obviously.

But this guy's speed was three realms faster than it should remotely be possible, not to mention the fact that his senses and instincts also far exceeded his body's limits!

The man grinned before he said spitefully. "Says the monster who can make extra limbs? Then he turned to the other woman, who distanced herself from Mai, who staggered slightly in place before saying coldly. "Shermie you couldn't even deal with someone who Goenitz already beat yesterday? You are truly the weakest member of the Hakkesshu."

Shermie, whose hair covered her eye's snorted and retorted quietly. "He just slapped her once across the street. Not actually beating her down. Let's go then... We have run out of time."

Mai herself snarled at that and screamed out as she shuddered in utter fury. "Slaughtering my dojo's disciples... Your leader killing my own father, do you think I will allow you to leave today and not over my dead body!"

And Yashiro just laughed before he said bluntly. "Yes you will... Because we have this!" And my face twitched as he held out what was clearly a detonator, and then he pointed towards the distance and said. "If you don't let us go. I will blow up the Tokyo Hospital with some car bombs we parked near the ICU haha!"

We both paused at that warning and he said with a cruel grin towards me. "Tick tock little man... The bombs will be going off in less than fifteen minutes now, if you two go quickly, you can evacuate the hospital. Or you can 'try' to chase me instead!"

And without another word, he picked up his accomplice and with that damned Master tier speed I had no hopes of matching, he leapt over the wall of the Shiranui Dojo and was gone.

'Fuck, to say nothing of catching up to the bastard... Now I gotta worry about the hospital!' I cursed before I shot forward to catch Mai Shiranui, who vomited blood while holding her chest.

And as I held onto her, I quickly realized her ribs were broken in several places, which was even further proof that I couldn't leave her alone. So I mentally said fuck it and took out my phone to quickly report the bomb threat at the hospital.

Then with a bit of thought, I cursed before I dialed a number I didn't want to use with a female voice speaking with a groan that was filled with exhaustion. "What the hell do you want? I thought you hated my ass anyway?" 

My lips curled in some anger at the tone but I took a deep breath and said coldly. "I need your connections with the Kure clan and your master Kafka, Stelle... There is apparently a bunch of bombs at the Tokyo general hospital that are set to remotely explode and the Kure clan know their methods of mass murder."

Stelle gasped on the other end of the line, and she said with cruel amusement. "Aww, are you asking me a favor? Why should I help when you stomped in my chest and left a bruise for several days on my boobs?" 

To which I said flatly. "Allowing the Kure clan the honor of dealing with several car bombs would gain them a lot of goodwill... Especially with how even their clan has been attacked, apparently." 

There was a pause before Stelle's voice became all business and she said plainly. "Fine, I will tell them. Don't be surprised if they kill any terrorists involved though... They are in quite the mood right now."

Then Stelle's voice became heavy as she said. "Oh, and Jake... I look forward to seeing you at the lower-ranked Dead or Alive tournament. We will have our rematch there!"

I just ended the call with a bland but cutting retort. "Heh, it won't be a close rematch unless your master again steps in to bully a junior." With that, I hung up the call and put my phone away even as I gently shifted Mai Shiranui, who was in my other arm.

'Shit... I need to get Mai Shiranui back home to Ryouzonpaku. This place isn't safe at all, and she needs the Master's to take a look at her injuries.' I thought before I gently shifted her into a princess carry with my arms holding her around her waist and under her knees.

So that I wasn't putting pressure on her broken ribs, as she was now in shock and barely conscious at this point.