After having a good time, Chris drove to the Kawahira Cabaret.
He slipped in quietly, and instead of seeing his subordinates, he found a mark.
This mark signaled that the Yamaguchi-gumi had been invaded and that Koguma Nitta himself had gone into hiding.
Let's go back in time a little bit.
As the night fell upon the city, the dimly lit streets of New York served as the backdrop for a clandestine clash between the ninja warriors of the Hand and the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, led by the elusive boss, Koguma Nitta.
The tension in the air was palpable, as the Hand's reputation for power and ruthlessness preceded them.
Inside the opulent confines of Kawahira Cabaret, the thumping beats of music masked the growing unease among the gang members. Koguma, known for his cunning and treachery, had retreated to the safety of the shadows, governing through the CCTV and issuing orders from his hidden sanctuary.
Fear had gripped his heart, leaving him unwilling to face the impending storm that was about to be unleashed upon him.
Unbeknownst to Koguma, a team of highly skilled ninja warriors had infiltrated the cabaret, their presence masked by the shadows. With impeccable precision and silent movements, they closed in on their unsuspecting targets.
"Enemy attack!!!"
The dance floor transformed into a battleground as the ninja warriors engaged the Yamaguchi-gumi members in a fierce and breathtaking display of martial prowess.
When Koguma finally noticed the anomaly on the CCTV, all he could see was the Yamaguchi-gumi members falling one by one to the lightning-fast strikes and acrobatic manoeuvres of the ninja warriors. The air crackled with the clash of steel as swords and shurikens were wielded with deadly accuracy. The ninja warriors moved with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural, their every action calculated and purposeful.
Despite their numerical disadvantage, the ninja warriors held the upper hand. Their relentless training and unwavering discipline allowed them to anticipate the Yamaguchi-gumi's every move, effectively countering their attacks and exploiting their weaknesses. The battle raged on, the clash of blades and the cries of combatants echoing through the club, filling the air with an electrifying energy.
The defeated members of the Yamaguchi-gumi lay scattered across the dance floor, their once formidable power reduced to a broken and humbled state. Bruised and bloodied, they struggled to their feet, their hopes of victory slipping away. Desperation filled their eyes as they looked around, searching for a savior, a glimpse of hope amidst the chaos.
Koguma, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, watched the battle unfold on the CCTV screen, his heart pounding in his chest. His great illusion of power had been shattered, his empire crumbling before his eyes.
As he witnessed the relentless onslaught of the ninja warriors, a mixture of fear and awe gripped his soul. Deep down, he yearned for a miracle, for someone to come and rescue him from this dire situation.
"Kami-sama... If you are here, please come to save your faithful servants..."
("Kami-sama" in japanese = "God" in english)
And then, in a moment that seemed to freeze time itself, Chris made his entrance. His presence was commanding, radiating an aura of power and authority. As his voice thundered through the club, announcing his return, a surge of relief washed over the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi. The arrival of their emperor instilled a renewed sense of hope and determination within them.
"Yamaguchi-gumi, YOUR EMPEROR HAS RETURNED!!!!!"
Followed with these words, a deafening boom reverberated through the room.
"BOOM!!!"
A powerful surge of electric energy crackled in the air as Chris unleashed his spell. The lightning bolt struck down with devastating force, splitting the ninja warriors into charcoal, their once invincible presence reduced to mere ashes. Among the fallen, one ninja warrior remained, writhing in pain on the ground, refusing to succumb to his injuries.
In front of the CCTV screen, Koguma was also stunned, watching the scene unfold before him, experienced a mix of shock and ecstasy - his master had arrived, his prayers seemingly answered! Or his master Chris was just the real "Kami-sama"!!!
Unfazed by the remaining resistance, Chris quickly dispatched the last surviving ninja warrior, his spell leaving no room for mercy. With the immediate threat eliminated, he turned his attention to the aftermath. To his surprise, as he examined the fallen bodies, seven of the corpses disintegrated into dust and vanished, leaving only three charred black corpse behind.
A sense of curiosity filled Chris's eyes as he pondered the phenomenon. It appeared that the true ninja warriors of the Hand possessed a unique trait - upon death, as no longer having a host to parasitize, the mysterious substance would disintegrate alongside their bodies and turn them to ash. This phenomenon seemed to be exclusive to the core members of the Hand, while the ordinary members did not share the same fate.
"Find me the strongholds of the Hand here, and I'll put an end to them all in one fell swoop!" Chris commanded coldly, his voice laced with determination.
"Yes, my lord!" The loyal followers knelt down and kowtowed, their unwavering loyalty evident. They left without wasting a moment, fully aware of the importance of their mission. In this dog-eat-dog world, loyalty was paramount.
Deep within Chris's heart, a plan took shape. He aimed to lure the snake out of its den, to draw out the top management of the Hand and dismantle their operation. Beheading or capturing the leadership, he intended to establish himself as the new boss of the Hand. Starting from scratch was arduous, so why not seize someone else's business?
While the Hydra presented itself as another viable option, Chris hesitated. The infamous Red Skull, a bogeyman of sorts, tainted the Hydra's reputation. Getting entangled with the Hydra would undoubtedly bring more trouble. Even if not fatal, but it is as disgusting as shit!
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