Hello Tyzo here coming you with a story that was a challenge from yurei king well actually three challenges in one so the idea for this originally came from him. so anyway read and review and I will update soon.

Observing a pair of children as they play in a park is not something one would expect an infamous martial artist would be doing. Normally the children they would be observing would be practicing their chosen style of martial arts or the master would be doing the same. Yet that was exactly what one master was doing, perched on the top of a telephone pole and with her eyes focused on the siblings that had caught her interest.

Her expression was a model in stoicism. Her full red lips were set in a straight line and her eyes never wavered from the reason she had come to that area. Even as an errant wind grasped and pulled at her long dark hair she paid no mind. If one were to look at her at that moment, the sight of a woman dressed in a traditional white kimono and crimson hakama they would not be blamed for believing her to be some otherworldly being visiting the mortal plane.

Suddenly, her eyes narrowed minutely and she voiced a question to seemingly no one. "Is there a reason you are following me?"

A chuckle echoed from the darkness of a nearby alley followed quickly by a blurred figure that leaped out and onto a balcony to the woman's right. "I figured trying to be sneaky wouldn't work with you Bewitching Fist." The blur turned out to be a man dressed in simple brown robes that hung loosely on his frame to allow a greater freedom of movement. His bare feet were silent as he nimbly moved along the balcony to perch on the side facing the same park the woman had yet to turn her eyes from and his eyes remained hidden behind a demonic mask that kept all but his slight smirk from view. "Still, I don't believe I can be blamed for trying."

"Tell me why you are here Demon Fist," the woman retorted.

The stranger sighed as he sat down on the stone corner and retrieved an apple from the folds of his robe. "Still all business," he complained. "You need to learn how to relax."

"How I conduct myself is not your concern. Now would you be polite enough to explain why I am being followed?"

The demon's smirk only grew larger as he took a bite of the fruit, intentionally taking his time as he chewed and swallowed the juicy morsel. "I heard you had taken to wandering this little area of the world and I was curious why you would be spending so much time away from that adorable little student of yours. Imagine my surprise to find you watching another child, branching out your options in preparation for setbacks already Kushinada? Is your student having that much trouble?"

The easy air that had hung between the two vanished as swiftly as a flash of lightning and a foul chill wrapped around them like a heavy blanket. "Do not presume to know what occurs in my thoughts Jenazad," the bewitching beauty warned. "What I do with my own time is my business alone and I am not as tolerant of your arrogance as our compatriots."

The masked martial artist merely chuckled and shrugged off the admittedly powerful killing intent as he popped the core of his apple into his mouth and swallowed it. "So serious," he drawled. "I am merely stating my curiosity Kushinada. Such hostility is not warranted for a simple question is it?"

Silence reigned as the buxom woman closed her eyes and breathed deeply in order to steady her anger. Once she was again sure in her self-control she turned her eyes back toward the children, watching as the older brother helped his sister to build a sand castle. Again she thought of what she had seen several months ago and felt that twinge in her heart that was becoming steadily familiar.

She had been on a small break from a recent mission, just enjoying some time in the very same park she was observing when a young girl's crying had brought her to the small children's playground. Three little boys, they couldn't have been any older than eight, had cornered a young girl who looked to be maybe four years old and were teasing her relentlessly. Shrugging it off as just being a simple childhood foolishness, Kushinada had been about to turn away when another voice had called out for them to stop.

Curious, she had slipped closer and watched as the girl's elder brother put himself between her and the bullies. Eager to continue with their cruelty, the children had proceeded to beat him into the ground until he could barely move but the moment they turned their attention to the girl was when the woman saw something that struck a particularly deep chord in with her memory.

The boy, Kenichi if the girl's cries had been anything to go by, somehow managed to find the willpower to stand up and put himself in front of her again. Interesting as that had been however, what truly moved Kushinada was the look in the child's eyes. In those eyes burned an indomitable willpower that would have looked at home in the eyes of a seasoned warrior. For just a moment the woman's imagination created an image of another figure in the boy's place. A towering mass of muscle with eyes aglow with pure raw power and hair colored a light blonde. The aura he gave off would have terrified hardened soldiers let alone a couple of bullies and his strength had earned him infamy among the underground all across the world.

Of course Kushinada had banished the thought with a scoff and departed immediately after the three brats had run off. The next day she was back to instructing her disciple Chikage, and yet she found herself thinking of the spirited child. It soon got to the point that she could even picture him standing next to her and Chikage as they moved through the stances of their art. The brief glimpse of his potential cried out to her martial artist's spirit and she felt the cry down to the darkest depths of her soul.

That was what had brought her to scout out the child, his family and what she could learn of him. And apparently, her interest had managed to draw the attention of her fellow masters. She of course told the Demon Fist none of this and answered his inquiry with the most basic of answers. "I noticed some likely potential in the boy."

"The boy?" Jenazad asked, his hidden eyes focusing on the identified target of interest with a critiquing sense. "He does not seem all that impressive to me."

Here Kushinada allowed herself to smirk. "None of us believed that a certain talentless boy deserved to be our leader's student," she retorted. "And yet he is proving to be one of the greatest of our gathered disciples."

That statement caused the demon to go quiet. Every master in Yami had watched astounded as the sickly child had risen to every challenge and exceed their expectations time and again. As much as he did not want to admit such a thing, it had impressed him. But if Kushinada had begun to believe such a boy could hold any potential…perhaps it was worth looking into. "Do you plan on training him then?"

"The thought has occurred to me," she admitted.

Jenazad chuckled as he withdrew a pineapple of all things from his robe and bit into its side without hesitation. "Then perhaps you wouldn't object to me testing him myself." His answer was given in a barely perceptible nod of the head. Her silent permission received, the man leapt from the balcony with an ease most usually see in a monkey, his bare feet tapping against a windowsill where he leaped off to land on the grass just inside the park limits.

He paused to revel in the feeling of the wet blades beneath his feet and the sound of wind in the trees. He had always preferred the feel of the natural world over that of 'modern civilization.' Truthfully he found it amusing that a race capable of creating weapons meant for the destruction of millions could be capable of calling themselves civilized. But he could ponder the hypocrisy of humans later, he had a purpose for being here after all.

Continuing along the path, the dark-skinned master easily moved to the branches of a nearby tree, making use of an aerial road until he was only a few meters away from the children. Deciding this would be close enough for his little test, the man closed his eyes and reached into his being. The anger and rage that boiled within his soul was just beneath the surface of his calm demeanor and rose at his silent call until his desire to kill manifested into a palpable aura that fell over the playing children. He couldn't help but smirk when he saw them freeze but when the boy he had been testing seemed unable to move at all he felt disappointment seep into his being.

The Demon was just about to reign in his inner animal when a small movement from the boy forced him to stop. With eyes wide he watched as the boy slowly forced himself to stand. Despite how agonizingly slow he was, Jenazad could not help but be impressed that he was able to move at all and when he managed to actually move to stand over his sister protectively he realized there truly was something special about this boy.

'He's so terrified he can barely move,' he mentally mused. 'Yet the threat to his sister is enough to drive him into action despite that.' Satisfied in himself he once more prepared to reign himself in only to lose all thought and concentration when the boy turned around. The look in those eyes, a brown so rich it was like fertile soil, was filled with terror but in the midst of that fear Jenazad could see something that, much like with Kushinada, struck a sense of familiarity with him.

It was a courage he had seen many times before. This level of courage had existed in the eyes of a man he had at one time considered a dear friend. Unaware that his thoughts were beginning to align with those of his fellow master, Jenazad imagined a familiar blonde master standing in the boy's place with eyes aglow with pure fighting spirit. 'He is just like Furinji!'

Startled as he was, the experienced master still had the presence of mind to remain hidden as he drew back to the balcony where a smirking Kushinada had waited patiently for his return. "So you saw it as well."

Despite the way she addressed him was only as a statement he still nodded. "That I did." His lips curled in a small smile as he watched what appeared to be the children's parents approach them so they could return home. "You've found a truly interesting specimen Kushinada."

The woman who dressed like a traditional Japanese priestess nodded as she watched the family leave. "Yes, he bears no visible talent for martial arts…and yet that courage and will to never give in is a talent in its own right."

Jenazad look of deep thought may have been hidden by his mask, but the heavy silence that hovered around him was all the indicator she needed. Her patience and insight were rewarded as he voiced that thought that was rattling around in his mind. "I look forward to seeing how he turns out under your teachings…and how he will measure against my own student."

With that the master hopped off along the rooftops. Kushinada watched him go before turning to follow the car that contained her potential student. A small thrill rose in her when just as Jenazad had stated she contemplated what kind of man he could grow up to be under her care. Suddenly the future looked to be even more interesting.

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5 Months later

Kenichi and honoka were at a different park playing around until they reached the center and within it a beautiful Shinto shrine. They walked up the stones steps looking around seeing that it was kept in tip top shape. They were halfway on the approach when they heard a female voice. "Sensational isn't it?" They turned to see a attractive and very affluent woman who appears to be in her mid-20's. She has long waist length black hair, wears an open Kimono to show off her body and is wearing a wooded bead necklace around her neck.

"Are you the shrine maiden miss?" honoka asked; the woman just stared neutrally before turning around walking. "Yes I am my name is mikumo kushinada" the woman replied as the two children started following her.

"I'm kenichi and this is my sister honoka" kenichi led himself and pointed towards his little sister who smiled and waved at older woman. Mikumo just kept her face stoic and looked back at the two she then saw the bruises and the Band-Aid on his neck. "Been in a few fights have we" she said already knowing the answer from her observations of him but, didn't want him to know that.

"Uh y-yeah only in self-defense but I still get beat every time"

"you're still strong in my book big brother" honoka declared cheering her brother up a little, as the maiden saw this as her opportunity.

"Whoever your master is they have poor teaching skills if you've never won a fight" she inquired

"Actually I most get my knowledge from HOW TO- books"

The fist still remained composed while in her mind the only thought was Are you serious?!. "Then how would like to learn from a real living master" she asked gaining surprised from looks the younglings. "Really who?" he questioned; "You're looking right at her" she said with a serious look and decided to show them an example of her abilities. "Pick any rock from around here" she ordered.

Kenichi looked around the area thinking what's the point of all this; he found a smooth shoe size stone and returned to her. "Now throw it at me as hard as you can" she demanded; kenichi could only look at her in shock wondering if she was crazy. She looked serious however, and decides to do what she said.

He tossed that rock at her as hard as he could; before the rock could reach her it mysteriously split in half then into quarts as it passed through her and landed on the ground. The boy jaw dropped at the sight and tried to figure out what she did when he suddenly noticed she wasn't there anymore.

Kenichi and his sister looked around to find the shrine maiden finally spotting her surprised at her standing on top of the honden.

"Now do you see-" she said from afar

"-What I am capable of" he heard someone say behind him. Turning around to see the fist standing before him; he looked back to see her still standing on the main hall before disappearing. Honoka only looked in amazement at the whole spectacle while her brother was completely speechless. "How would you like to be my student and know the ways Kushinida style jujitsu?" she offered; "how much does it cost?" he said. "Nothing it's free of charge all I ask is for your complete respect and firm dedication."

Kenichi thought about this he could become an actual martial artist and be able to protect those he cared about. He knew it probably won't be easy and could tell by her stare she will run him to the ground, but the reward is probably greater than the risk and worth it. "Ok I accept but I'll have to ask my parents" he said; "alright return here if they accept and we shall begin your training."

Kenichi nodded and called his sister leaving the shrine not noticing the small smirk she had on her face that her plan is coming to fruition.

The next day the bewitching fist was meditating when she sensed someone approaching and opened her eyes to see kenichi standing in front of her panting assuming that he ran all the way here. "All right we shall begin" she said rising and leading him to a clear field; "we will start at the basics" she assumed a stance and showed him the steps to accumulating it.

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3 years later

Kenichi Shirahama, now at the age of 16, was heading to school at Koryou High. The last few years have been hectic for him but, he still tried his best and thrived for he was now a full-fledged disciple. He spent everyday training with the grand master till he was at peak condition which was not easy.

Kenichi has changed over the past three years due to his intense training. He was 6'2 and weighed 68kg he wasn't super buff like a jock but still had a good amount of muscle to be considered a teen model. It kept him in good health and only had a few scars but only on his upper body concealed by his school uniform. Kenichi had trained since he was young to construct strength, durability, speed, and infinite stamina. Mikumo agreed to teach him all her techniques until he reached the status that was good enough for her. Kenichi was 15 when he began to learn skills yet he scarcely had any natural gift. Mikumo told Kenichi that he had no martial art talent, but he had a will that she saw in one other man whose presence could frightened even the most hardened of soldiers. He kept on working hard and working out and he was well-educated. He learned the several fighting techniques that his teacher will show him.

He was now running so that he would not be late; however he was distracted by the flowers growing that he did not notice the young girl he was about to run into. He felt someone about to grapple him but he merely escaped the grasp and flipped over the person and continued running turning his head back quickly to apologize. "Sorry I'm in a rush thank you" he said still running not getting a good look only noticing her golden blonde hair and wide rimmed glasses.

He almost made it to the courtyard when a limo pulled up in front of him. Not letting that deter him he leaped over the vehicle and entered the building. His actions however did not go unnoticed by the car's passengers.

"Phew made it" he said swiping the brow off his face at not having to face the teacher's wrath today. Then he noticed a sinister looking person staring at only to pretend that he was studying him. "Creepy alien why he doesn't go back to his homeworld already I'll never get" kenichi said to himself as the teacher got the classes attention.

"Class I would like to announce that we have three new students joining us today please introduce yourselves." A pretty girl with blonde hair done in a braid wearing glasses and had a much endowed body stood in front the class. "Hello I'm Miu Furinji" the girl said; kenichi recognized from earlier due to the hair and glasses and, he can sense a powerful ki within knowing she's a martial artist just like him.

The next that came up were a pair this time one was male had well-kept pale blonde hair fair skin, emerald eyes and seem to have this aristocratic posture about him. Same as the other one female short deep azure hair curved at the back of her hair; body was average but had a bit more muscle than miu and a straight form that speaks authority and respect. Both were foreign and were probably new to the country. "Bonjour my name is Leon Archambault and this is my close friend Arabella Ravensdale" the male said with a deep voice and a heavy accent gesturing to the female who only nodded. "Something tells me this isn't gonna be a normal day today" kenichi said.

When lunchtime came kenichi was eating by himself on the roof when he was approached by the two new students. "What do you want?" he said still focusing on his sandwich; "why just wanting to greet a friend and fellow martial artist." Leon replied surprising kenichi. "You two are-" "that's right fencing and parkour prodigy" leon mentioned to himself then pointed to Arabella "Best swordsmanship in all of the UK" she said sounding serious and professional. We'd also like to talk a proposal that would be mutually beneficial for us if you're willing to listen." He finished Kenichi thought about it and knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth so he agreed to listen.

"Okay"

Well first chapter is out of the way hope you all enjoy it and don't worry there will be more chapters soon see ya