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Sokaku Takeda, fifty-two years of age, settled back into the steaming, hot water. Sighing...he considered his position. He had been called into this wilderness town two weeks previous, but so far nothing had happened.
Where were all the vicious gangsters who ran the gambling and the smuggling? He had seen much evidence of their despicable slave labor operations, but of gangster he had seen nothing but a pair of low lifes who had spied on him from a respectful distance. Where were all these criminals that destroyed entire police stations and scared the police so much that they had called to him for help?
Where were these--CRASH! The door to the bath house banged open and six thugs barged into the room. They held their swords in the ready position and advanced around the edge of the large bath.
At the sight of these thugs Sokaku scrambled from the water. The only thing near him was a towel, and he snatched it up and looked at it. A towel, well, in his hands it would be more than a towel, it would be deadly weapon!
"You'll learn some manners here," snarled one of the gangsters, lifting his sword high. All the gangsters edged forward then, snarling insults and dire predictions of what they were about to do to him. If they could surround him effectively then they could rush him and kill him.
Interestingly, the old man didn't even have his sword, but his reputation was so fierce that none of them were willing to take a chance. After all, he had killed dozens of able opponents, high skilled samurai, and they were well aware that they were not samurai. It would be far better to surround and rush him.
"Dogs teaching people manners, eh?" Twisting the towel to make it more effective, Sokaku glared at the gangsters. Moving forward, he dropped the tip of the towel into the pool.
Venting a terrible scream, one of the criminals dashed forward.. Sokaku moved to the side easily, his feet gripping the tiles firmly, and he flicked the towel like lightening. Whack--and the thug screamed in agony, grabbed his ribs, and fell to the floor in agony.
Another thug dashed forward, and another one. Crack! Crack!
Like a wraith Sokaku sidestepped, and he flicked his towel like lightening. Whack! Crack!
Moaning and holding their cracked ribs, five of the gangsters lay on the floor. The sixth gangster, seeing his fallen comrades, realizing that he was next, let loose his sword and ran out of the bath house. The only one left standing in the bath house now, Sokaku Takeda put the towel aside and and began to dress.
Where were all the vicious gangsters who ran the gambling and the smuggling? He had seen much evidence of their despicable slave labor operations, but of gangster he had seen nothing but a pair of low lifes who had spied on him from a respectful distance. Where were all these criminals that destroyed entire police stations and scared the police so much that they had called to him for help?
Where were these--CRASH! The door to the bath house banged open and six thugs barged into the room. They held their swords in the ready position and advanced around the edge of the large bath.
At the sight of these thugs Sokaku scrambled from the water. The only thing near him was a towel, and he snatched it up and looked at it. A towel, well, in his hands it would be more than a towel, it would be deadly weapon!
"You'll learn some manners here," snarled one of the gangsters, lifting his sword high. All the gangsters edged forward then, snarling insults and dire predictions of what they were about to do to him. If they could surround him effectively then they could rush him and kill him.
Interestingly, the old man didn't even have his sword, but his reputation was so fierce that none of them were willing to take a chance. After all, he had killed dozens of able opponents, high skilled samurai, and they were well aware that they were not samurai. It would be far better to surround and rush him.
"Dogs teaching people manners, eh?" Twisting the towel to make it more effective, Sokaku glared at the gangsters. Moving forward, he dropped the tip of the towel into the pool.
Venting a terrible scream, one of the criminals dashed forward.. Sokaku moved to the side easily, his feet gripping the tiles firmly, and he flicked the towel like lightening. Whack--and the thug screamed in agony, grabbed his ribs, and fell to the floor in agony.
Another thug dashed forward, and another one. Crack! Crack!
Like a wraith Sokaku sidestepped, and he flicked his towel like lightening. Whack! Crack!
Moaning and holding their cracked ribs, five of the gangsters lay on the floor. The sixth gangster, seeing his fallen comrades, realizing that he was next, let loose his sword and ran out of the bath house. The only one left standing in the bath house now, Sokaku Takeda put the towel aside and and began to dress.
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