They managed to escape from the mafia, finished their battles, and were secluded in the mountains training in all kinds of techniques. It was majestic everything he learned in different techniques of the Niko style, perfecting his skills in fire and water, more in fire. He understood the different steps, however, one day during training due to a landslide they fell into a 300-meter-deep ravine over a river and reached a stream. After an incident with a swordsman secluded in the mountains who breathed an aura of murder like never before, he was a master, no, he was a super master. They managed to escape with Ohma, but his master Niko gave no sign of arrival, nowhere. They wandered for a long time through Ichiryu and the Tokita border, things went from bad to worse since he became part of the interior.
Niko only gave them a final smile, he asked to meet in Tokita with his last words. Two days without eating, it was taking its toll on Kei, he never endured so much hunger.
Four days without eating, the hunger was starting to take its toll on the barren son-in-law, it didn't have the slightest bit of life. Ohma's bloodshot eyes were a sign that he was falling into madness, only meditation gave him time to keep calm.
He did thousands of training and fought against all the fighters, the commander the boy with the two blue marks, and the boy who fought with systema: a close-quarters martial art that combines many martial arts such as judo, sambo, karate, Muay Thai, Japanese jujitsu, Brazilian jujitsu, boxing, aikido, and wrestling. He fought as hard as he could to start the most accurate replica after seeing one of his matches and fighting with all his strength, he was able to see some of the many techniques.
On the other hand, Ohma fell into his most primitive instinct, the primitive form of his humanity, and the form of behavior, he was erratic, and without realizing it he failed.
-I'm going to kill you! I'll drink your blood and eat delicious food! - Ohma shouted in despair, the vicious teenager attacked him, while both fought in the wasteland, exhausting their already nonexistent resistance, they were stopped by some soldiers, ten military trucks were crossing, along with two large trucks loaded with men.
They barely had time to react as they were shot with tranquilizer darts, Ohma fell, but Kei, prepared for the shots used adamantine, and blocked the dart with his back, using the fire kata, he traveled at speed and kicked the weapon, the soldier had no time to feel two jabs in his chin.
-Ohhhh, this kid has character, - commented the soldier.
-He's a very talented kid, to be a child of the interior, his skills are first-class, he must have a lot of talent, - commented Cai, an old man with an X-shaped scar crossing his eyes and nose.
Member of the Celestial Wolves in the next 10 years, for now, he is a mercenary who makes a living by beating others, he is under the guidance of the elder Thama, an expert mercenary in throwing knives.
Cai moved out of nowhere and struck Kei, sending him flying, he made a turn in the air using the water kata, and redirecting the impulse to his feet, to gain speed for the attack, his fists were sharp, and Cai laughed out loud, with cynical happiness at seeing so much talent in a young boy of such little age. He saw all the boy's movements, his style was street boxing, he hit like lightning, and he felt the pain in his body.
-I think I'll take him, - said Cai, with a wolfish smile that accompanied his nailed head and white hair on the sides, Hitting Kei in the stomach, knocking him out halfway, Ohma was forgotten buried under the sand.
Niko had been following his disciples' trail for two days, he found Ohma lying in the sand, but Kei was lost, except for a military-style tranquilizer dart he had no more information than an injured disciple and another lost one, he sighed deeply, and thought that it was all Kei's fault, the boy is a magnet for problems, a man who always finds himself provided with bad situations, it is perhaps Kei's karma to fall by stray shots, fights against artists who are the counter of his abilities, hidden masters, mustard gas since he arrived with the boy the world has pointed at him as if they wanted them to separate, poor Niko, he thinks destiny doesn't want a day of tranquility.
Covering his stomach wound, he took Ohma to Tokita, to set out on a search for Kei, in the interior.
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Kei woke up on an airplane. The flight and the engine noises gave a certain air of chaos. The engine trembled as Kei woke up, finding himself facing the grinning faces of many soldiers, who looked at Kei with a smile.
-The Sleeping Beauty has awakened, - said one soldier with a desperate laugh. They were all a bit scared; their destination was Ivory Coast, a conflict zone causing problems across the African coast. They sent teams of mercenaries back and forth, laughing because many would die in the process.
-Where am I? - Kei asked, not knowing what to say or how to speak, with a hint of desperation in his voice. He needed to be in a Kengan match by the end of July and had classes starting that same week. Now, he was completely lost about what had happened.
On the African coasts, there were numerous experts, and each expert, master, or fighter was a walking bomb.
-We're fighting for the Iranian government, kid. We were recruiting some good men, and we found a gem in the rough with you. I decided to save you from the hell of the interior, - said Cai.
-Hell... - Kei murmured, stuttering. For them, it sounded normal to live that way. The thing was, Kei was a Japanese citizen but had no documents, was covered in dirt, and was never formally registered at a hospital. The government had no record of how he got to where he was. Wanting to say something to escape, Kei said the first thing that came to his mind in his moment of desperation.
-The interior is the most dangerous place in Japan, and at least one of the most dangerous in the world. It's in the top five, with the Congo, Syria, the Amazon jungle, North Korea, and the interior. The interior is second, I think there's a fight for position between the Congo and North Korea, -explained the soldier, showing Kei a map of the world.
-Ivory Coast is more dangerous. And Somalia, don't forget the Bermuda Triangle, - added another soldier.
-My brother, what did you do with my little brother? - Kei said, sounding scared, though he was a great actor.
Cai's smile fell from his face.
-Little brother? - Cai asked. Something to know, Cai was an idiot at first glance. He only knew two things: killing, fighting, and drinking.
-The boy I was with, we were heading to Tokita, but we crossed the desert to avoid the minefield. Where is he? He's my younger brother, -. Kei said with a hint of desperation, pretending to give the mercenaries a reason to let him return.
-He's in the interior. I forgot about him, - said Cai, an 80-year-old man who was still a mercenary because it was all he knew how to do. Rubbing his head and putting a finger to his lip stupidly, he gestured an apology with a motion of regret but then ignored it.
-Switching to important matters, you're my new student. You'll use the special techniques, the techniques of Wun Shu, the Celestial Wolf's Fist, the secret arts practiced and reborn in the mercenary wolves of old. You have the potential of a leader, just like Ren, but he's training secretly with a retired member. I have faith in you, one of the future Fang fighters, - said Cai, approaching Kei.
-I'll do it, but I need to be in Japan. I have to take care of my brother, - Kei replied.
-It doesn't matter then, let's do the job first. It will be simple, - Cai said confidently, assuring that the conflict wouldn't escalate beyond a fierce fight among various combatants.
-It's not that simple. I have to take care of my brother... Teach me your style quickly, I'll learn it in a flash, - Kei said lightly, earning another smile from Cai. He was there to do what he desired: leave a legacy of his Wolf Fang technique, a Chinese style. Unlike the Tiger, this style focused on speed and power generation, the Fa Jin and Dragon steps, hypnosis, and pressure strikes.
-Let's start with the footwork. Footwork is the most important thing in the Wolf style, - said Cai.
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