2 Meeting Unique Kids Like Yourself

As those cold white eyes looked at me, I felt a shiver of excitement. The thought of a fight against a genius from the Kure Clan...it was exhilarating.

"Hooo~? She's pretty perceptive. Go and make friends with her, brat. Strong people need strong friends to fight," a carefree voice came from behind me, and I instinctively spun around, slamming my fist like a hammer at the person who just spoke.

I was only five but with my...peculiar constitution, I'm much stronger than even grown adult athletes. I guess even if my father's a massive asshole, he gave me some good genetics.

But the fist that would have sent normal people flying, either unconscious or near death, was nonchalantly caught by a large tan hand, "Good progress since last time. Maybe my beating finally put some real motivation into you?" I looked up at the source of the arrogant voice, only to see my father, Yujiro Hanma, "Though I must say that muscles 52 times denser than the norm...they really do pack a punch!" he smiled manically, squeezing down on my hand and producing creaking sounds as my bones threatened to snap. He laughed as he continued, "Joints and bones dense and hard enough to deal with such strength as well. You truly are one of the best kids I've sired, and that's just your physical ability..." he smiled even further, the smile twisting into the snarl of a predator looking at it's newest toy.

I strained against the hand but it felt futile...like I was trying to push against an immovable object. Yet remembering what this old bastard said last time we met...I pushed even harder. I used every little bit of energy in my body, purely for the task to budge the man's hand even a little bit. Even then it was an impossible task, yet my resistance seemed to amuse my father who chuckled sadistically.

"Oh? Are you remembering what I said last time we met, brat?" he wondered aloud, his voice dripping with disdain, "That I'd kill your stupid mother and that pathetic deaf sister of yours if you didn't become strong enough?" he chortled once before pushing my hand away and making me fall backward.

The anger inside of me boiled and churned, my muscles flaring to life and bulging slightly, yet I stayed down for a moment before slowly getting back up and glaring at the red-haired man standing a few feet away from me. I was the one to talk this time.

"Old man, you wouldn't by any chance have been the one to get this event to happen, right?" I asked, deciding to play it cool for now. Slowly my bulging muscles calmed down and my skin went from it's reddening tone to the tan skin it usually was.

"What could you possibly mean by that, brat?" he asked with a slight smile that pissed me off.

"The Great-granddaughter of Erioh Kure, the Head of the Kure Clan, and the granddaughter of Hayato Furinji just so happen to be in the same town, around the same area, around the same goddamn street," I fumed, snapping my words at him, "And now you're here; and you expect me to not suspect your involvement?" I questioned, my voice still sharp, yet overall it was calm. I may be his son, but if he gets pissed off with me, I'm in for it.

Hearing my words, Yujiro smiled once again before shrugging and turning around, "You're too well-informed for a 5-year-old, you know, brat?" he said this before he vanished from my sight.

I'll beat the shit out of him one day. Maybe I'll even kill him. Who knows.

For now, I have to train, train, train, and train. Train till I drop. Maybe joining the Ryozanpaku would help me in my pursuit of strength? If I'm going to try that, I need to find out if the Dojo is fully set up yet. Miu is still traveling with her Grandfather after all.

"Hellooo~? Is that pervert going to show himself or what~?!" a melodic voice said this in a sing-song kind of way, and I couldn't do anything but sigh and turn around before walking out of the alleyway I was in. Luckily they didn't see my spat between my father and I. If it was known that I was Yujiro Hanma's kid, who knows what kind of grudge holding bastard would come after me.

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POV Change - Karla Kure

As I looked toward the alleyway that I knew some weirdo was hiding in, I was surprised to see a boy around our age walk out from it. He had light brown hair, and an angular, defined face. His eyebrows were incredibly sharp, like two curved sabers and yet...it was his eyes that caught my interest first.

Blood red. Piercing, blood red. Like two pools of red fire, they flickered with smoldering anger.

Did getting found out annoy him? Hmph! Serves him right for being so noticeable then!

Pouting at the thought that he was unhappy to see two cute girls like me and Miu-chan, I crossed my arms as I watched him approach. Miu-chan, being the cutest friend ever, hid behind me, shy and timid at meeting a new person.

Especially such a fierce looking boy.

He was wearing a tank-top and some shorts, allowing me to see his athletic and defined arms, shoulders and legs. He was like us; either from a special family or part of a Dojo of proper martial artists. As he got nearer, I felt a distinct impression from him...he seemed dense and immovable. Like a mountain or an incredibly big animal like an elephant.

But most of all, when he got close enough, I realized...

He's pretty cute, isn't he?

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POV Change - Yukiro Nishimiya

Walking toward the pair, I calmed myself down as I was still pretty pissed off about my meeting with my father. I'd pushed myself to the limits since the last time I met him a month ago and yet I was still manhandled by him.

Shameful.

That's why I'd decided to use Miu to get into the Ryozanpaku Dojo and get taught by some of the Masters there. I doubt I'd be able to be a disciple of there's, however, because I don't believe in not killing with martial arts.

I'm not the type of wanton killer who will kill for the sake of it, or for the pleasure of it, but I will kill if I have to. My father taught me that lesson. If you have the strength to do something, and it needs to be done, do it. He carved that lesson into my body by continuously beating me while threatening mom and Shouko-neesan.

Because of that lack of restriction when it comes to killing, I doubt I could be like Kenichi and be trained seriously by all of them...but that wasn't what I was after. I was after a place that could help me hone my body to the peak of what it could achieve.

Soon after I was born, my mother took my to the hospital. Why? Because I was incredibly heavy and I was eating and drinking much more than someone my age should have. What did they find out?

All of the tissue my body was made up of was incredibly dense. My muscles being the most dense, at 52 times the norm. My bones, joints, tendons, and ligaments followed in as joint second, being 4 times denser than the norm. My nerves were also made up of a hyper conductive material as well, giving me incredibly enhanced innate reflexes.

This body was a gift, and I had to fully excavate every little bit of potential that I could. Otherwise it would be a wasted gift, and I'd never be able to beat my father.

"So? Why were you watching us?" Karla said with a slightly arrogant voice, her white eyes looking very piercing because of her black sclera.

Shrugging, I gave my reply nonchalantly, "I wasn't watching you, I was watching her beat up those thugs. Like you were," I said before walking a bit closer to them, keeping my eye on Miu, "You're part of a Dojo, right?" I asked as gently and nicely as I could. Sadly the features I'd inherited from my father gave me a slightly fierce look. Especially my beast-like red eyes.

Miu simply averted her gaze, yet she still nodded, "Mhm..." she answered timidly. Karla, however, took me getting close as an aggressive sign and entered a sort of combat stance.

"Back off, seaweed hair! You're making Miu-chan nervous!" she snapped, and I felt a pang of annoyance when she mentioned my hair.

It's not my fault it's wild and unkempt! I've tried to make it straight with so many things, yet it's always wavy, like goddamn seaweed!

Gritting my teeth, I suppressed a glare, and continued to look at Miu.

"Can you take me there? I want to get stronger," I asked simply, yet this single line seemed to evaporate all of Miu's shyness as her baby blue eyes lit up and she smiled dazzlingly.

Nodding rapidly, she came out from behind Karla and looked up at me, "Yes! Yes, I can take you there!" she rapidly turned around to look at Karla, "Do you want to come as well, Karla-san?!" her enthusiasm seemed to catch Karla off-guard, yet she pushed through it and nodded, yet an aggrieved expression popped up on her face.

"Call me 'Karla-chan'! Don't be so formal with your best friend, Miu-chan!" Karla hung off of Miu like she was in pain or couldn't stand, being as over-the-top as I remember her from the anime, and dropping her aggressive stance toward me. Priorities, I guess?

Once that debacle was sorted out, Miu took us toward the Dojo I wanted to train at.

Along the way, I decided to ask a few questions.

"Furinji-san, is your Dojo in this area?" I asked a question that had been on my mind quite a lot as we walked. If it was in this area, how come I'd never heard or seen it? My first answer would be that my father didn't want me to see it. He did have an annoying trait to his personality that practically made him stalk his children and mess with them, trying to make them stronger. Well too bad for him, if he did do that, because I'm going there now.

Looking back at me, Miu smiled and nodded, "Yup! Grandpa and I were traveling around Japan but we came back here because he apparently needed to fight an old friend of his...I wonder who he came back for?" she mused to herself, while I had an answer for her question yet didn't say it.

He probably came back to fight my father. No wondered he was in the area, he'd never pass up fighting a character like Hayato Furinji.

To the side, nearer to Miu, Karla looked to Miu with surprise written all over her face.

"No way! That's why my great-grandpa is here as well! Maybe they're fighting each other?" she mused with an excited smile on her face. Fighting seeming to be something she liked.

Though she was probably wrong. They were both probably fighting Yujiro, or the three of them were having a free-for-all between the three of them. Who knows what goes through their old fogey heads.

As those two talked, they occasionally dragged me into talking to them, telling them about myself.

My name, how I lived with my mother and my older sister, how I didn't know who my father was, etc, etc. The last part may have been a lie but it was better than having to try and explain the circumstances of my birth to a pair of 5-year-olds. The circumstances of my birth involving subjects that 5-year-olds should never know about, nor would they probably understand it.

Anyway, after quite a bit of idle chatter, and being forced to refer to Karla as 'Karla-chan' because apparently we were friends now or whatever, we arrived in front of Ryozanpaku Dojo.

I could feel multiple auras that made me shiver in excitement.

If there's one thing I got from my father that I didn't hate, it would be my love for fighting. It would help me out immensely in gaining strength.

And well, it made fighting fun, so it was pretty good, I guess.

Meanwhile, Miu knocked on the big Dojo doors, producing loud bangs that sounded like they came from a large man hitting the door, not a 5-year-old child, "Open up, it's me; Miu!" she yelled joyfully, and I could see that she was very excited to show the Dojo Masters her new friends.

"Okay, okay, hang on, Miu..." a tired voice came from behind the door, followed by some rough laughter, seemingly at the other's misfortune. I wondered who it was, yet when the door opened to show a a tall and largely-muscled tan-skinned man with short dark purple hair that had a single strand hanging over his face. Said face had a horizontal scar laying across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes.

He was currently topless, yet was wearing a leather jacket that bulged under his thick muscles.

This is Shio Sakaki.

But he shouldn't be in Ryozanpaku yet, right? This is like 10 or so years before canon for History's Strongest Disciple...yet he looks 30-ish...is canon way off?

My thoughts were cut off as a shorter, yet equally as robust, bald man, opened the other door, smiling. He had two scars, one on his right cheek and the other on his left nearer to his eyebrow. He was wearing an eye patch, yet he covered it up with a pair of blacked-out sunglasses. I knew who this man was. Just like I knew who took his eye from him.

This man is Doppo Orochi and the person who took his eye was my father, Yujiro Hanma.

Is canon completely fucked or what?