The life and death of one Gawko Bahn Khai

This story starts on a vast empty land, mountains and dirt as far as the eye can see, all pseudo illuminated under a red sky, a man stands in the middle of it, alone, at least until another person suddenly pops besides him

-GREETINGS MAN! WHAT MAY BRING YOU HERE?! ARE YOU HERE TO HEAR ABOUT THAT TIME I HAD YOU KNOW WHAT WITH A LADY THAT HAD 3 PAIRS OF TITS AND 2 OF YOU KNOW WHAT?! OR PERHAPS TO TALK ABOUT MY BOSS THE GREATEST BOSS EVER TO BE EVER, THE GREATEST BOSS, HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW GREAT IS HE?! … … … … oh? A story? About wha… oh! That! BUT ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE… the boss said I would? Welp the boss is never wrong soooooo… I guess you better sit down, this is a long story after all, funny because it was short lived instead… Are you sure you don 't wanna hear about the time I… okay okay I get it just in case you changed your mind… Hmmmmm well this starts with a guy called…-

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-Gawko!-

-Yeah yeah I'm coming-

-Hurry up we are gonna be late slowpoke-

Two teenagers are running through the streets of Tokyo, the one going at it without much effort is Gawko, and he is currently late for class, anyways this is an entertaining story and some english lessons are kinda boring so let me give you a quick background check

Gawko Bahn Khai, Age 14 at the moment, Blood Group -O, long hair with a slim pigtail and a lock of hair on the top of his head combined with a weird shade of black that makes it acquire red and purple shines under the light (What do you mean with "i'm being too specific with the hair"?) only heir and pupil of the Bahn Khai dojo, a relatively new jujutsu style with barely six generations under their belt, not only is a extremely rare style but is also stupidly hard to learn so usually there are not people with the strength or will to follow the regime and thats why Gawko son of the actual master of the dojo is the only trainee.

Since childhood martial arts and his parents have been his inspiration, and his goal to master the art of Bahn Khai, although you could say his temper is his biggest flaw, not that he has rage outburst or anything is just that he is perhaps a little bit too emotional.

-Oi oi pipsqueak if you are not going to grow up any more why don't you give us your lunch?-

-Yeah yeah is like totally worthless for you dwarUGH!- Before finishing the insult the bully was on the ground with a blood mouth

-Oi oi who you think you aAGH!- And the second followed up not too late

-YOU TWO SHOULD BE ASHAMED PICKING ON SOMEONE HALF YOUR SIZE!-

-I-i'm not that-

-LIKE JUST AT HIM, HE IS FUCKING SMALL MAN!- Gawko was yelling at both bullies to his heart content… maybe too much to his heart content

-But i'm not so…- The rescued was now about to cry even though he was just freed from his abusers

-FOR REAL TRY TO PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR SIZE NEXT!-

-IM NOT THAT SMALL! BUAAAAAAAH-

-GAWKO BAHN KHAI WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THOSE PEOPLE- A teacher just arrived at the scene and lets be real, two guys on the ground, another one crying and Gawko whos slender yet muscular build was pressing his feet against the back of one of the bullies, didn't picture him in the best light ever

So a lecture at the principal's office later

-I'm hoooooooooome-

A tall woman with a cooking apron over what seems a some kind of Gi showed her face from the door of what only could be a kitchen, this woman is Ichio Bahn Khai, his mother and ex master of the Bahn Khai dojo, now a happy housewife who can kick ass

-Halloooooo~ Gawwwwwww~ How was school?! Did you make any new friends?! Have the girls at your school already realized what a handsome man you are?!- As she spoke more and more smoke started coming out of the kitchen- Oh! I have to take out the food, anyways your father is waiting in the garden so don't make him wait, love youuuuu- And as quick as she appeared she was gone

-Shiiiit, he knows- Gawko told himself as he made his way onto the garden -Hey Dad-

-Hey Gaw, busy day at school huh?- A tall man, of coffee skin with a red point in his forehead was trimming a bonsai, this man is Araki Zhang (Currently Araki Bahn Khai) born in Bangalore, India from a Chinese-Indian marriage was intrigued by martial arts in his youth and traveled the world studying them and training under several masters until he met utter defeat for the first time in Tokyo under Ichio's father, Gawko's grandfather, one of the few if not only people to master Bahn Khai in his adulthood, decided to stay in Tokyo after falling in love with Ichio and thus he became the master of Bahn Khai

-Yeaaaaaah, about thaaaat…-

-Just sit down Gaw i'm not mad-

-A? You are not?- Gawko sat down and not too long after his father sat next to him

-I asked for details of the scene to the principal and figured out the rest of the details-

-Fiuuuuuuu great because I didn't know how i was going to explain it-

-Why?-

-Well because you would have asked-

-No Gaw, why did you step into that? You didn't know any of those three people right?-

-N-no… I… I just…-

-Wanted to help?-

-Yeah…-

-Figured so- Araki scratched his chin while looking to the sky as if he was thinking the most profound of intents in those few words -Gawko. Do you like fighting or martial arts?-

-Eh? Well… I guess both.-

-Both?-

-Yeah… like, I enjoy fighting because everyone does it differently and is like we can understand each other that way, for real, and I like martial arts… because when you train them they become a part of you and you of them, it becomes a part of your fighting style and you modify it as much as it modifies you when you master it!- Gawko hitted his chest as a child satisfied with his answer

-Modify you, you say?-

-Yeah like, you and mom practice Bahn Khai but they are slightly different at the same time… I don't know how to explain it really-

-Hm heh, I guess you are right, but even if you like fighting and martial arts it is not like you are a natural born genius, almost everyone in the family mastered Bahn Khai before being 12 ,I myself did it in 3 years, yet you still cant use it correctly against an opponent, doesn't that bother you?-

-Nah, I mean, I'm not Ichio, I'm not Araki, and I'm not Mushashi, I'm Gawko Bahn Khai, and that's enough for me- Araki couldn't help but to stroke his son's hair

-Sounds good, say Gawko, wanna know where does your name come from?-

-Huh? What's with all this chit chat… but I guess so yeah sure tell me-

-Your name is a combination of Gatka a sword styled Indian art, and Hapkido a korean martial art, your mother and I each one choose a martial art we liked and combined it to make your name, because our only wish was for you to be strong enough to fight through the world to your dreams, so fight, yell, and laugh without a care Gawko, life is too short and the world too small to live with regrets or enemies-

-Well I think I do those three things pretty well already don't you think dad? Hahahahahahahaha-

-Hahahahahahahaha but of course-

-Hm… but I do have one question, like yeah Gawko is a very cool name, but what about Bahn Khai, where does it come from?-

-Hm well that's something everyone who has trained in the arts of Bahn Khai has asked. and the answer has been transmitted from the first master to this day- Araki got up and adopted the base pose of Bahn Khai reading his fist -The answer is pretty straight forward actually, is only and exclusively- Throwing his fist, Araki made the leafs of the ground move, with perfect movements, a perfect punch -Because it sounds cool heh!-

-Huh?!-

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-Oi oi pipsqueak if you are not going to grow up any more why don't you give us yourAAAAAAAGHK!- A flying kick with the strength to lift the man was quickly delivered and so he was left on the ground unconscious

-Maaaaaan you would think they would learn after all these years but nope, they have to be dumb, like real dumb-

Gawko Bahn Khai, Age 16, still has not mastered Bahn Khai, has trained multiple other martial arts, at least he is more mature now

-T-thank Gaw- The same kid from 2 years ago still of the same height thanked Gawko

-No prob man, but seriously you have to stop coming around here if they are gonna do the same-

-Y-You… You are not gonna get away with this! My uncle is a Yakuza, you will be dead before you know it!- The bully just fled away saying those ominous words

-Huuuuh and what about that? I'll just kick'em good too- But it was not very effective -Welp, gotta go man, have a good one!-

-Y-yes thanks Gaw!-

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-You have food in the fridge and if you wanna order something there's money on the desk of the kitchen, are you sure you will be okay Gawko?-

-Geez just go already old man, I will take care of the dojo, just go and have your date with mom, we both know you don't wanna make her wait-

-You are right about that, just take care okay?-

-When have I not? Heh-

-I have a list. Is alphabetised-

-Just go already-

-Sure sure good night Gaw-

-Good night dad-

This was… the last time Gawko and Araki met, maybe if his fathers had decided to have a date any other day this story would have been different, sadly that was not the case

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The Bahn Khai dojo was not too old, but was made with traditional materials, mostly wood and bamboo, easily flammable with a little bit of help, what that man said were not void words, what that man said, was a spark, that lit the fires of death in the Bahn Khai dojo

01:00

A black car is seen stopping in front of the Bahn Khai household

01:13

Five men with their faces covered are see doing suspicious activity around the Bahn Khai household

01:30

A fire is started as the five men get back in the car and leave

01:35

The fire spreads quickly surrounding the household and starts burning the insides

-Hm… what's with the smell…? I can barely… s…l… why is it so hot?- Gawko got up and tried to go out of his room only to be met by fire -WHAT?! SHIT, DAD IS GONNA KILL ME FUCK FUCK FUCK- Trying to find a way out of the fire, he fails miserably

01:39

The fire is noticed by neighbors and the first call to the emergency services is done

-Sh…it… I… can't… brea…- Gawko falls on the floor semi unconscious due to the lack of oxygen

01:47

The firefighters arrive, but the fire is too spread and they have to take quick action to evade further spread to nearby structures, the fire is too strong to enter the building which starts to collapse

A bunch of scrap from the ceiling falls on Gawko's back, the pain makes the adrenaline kick in, and it wakes him, only to feel pain

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE- Tries to move, can't, tries to yell again, not enough oxygen, prays to fall unconscious again, but what the pain gives the pain keeps, he can't feel his legs, and the place gets hotter by the moment, water, help, dad, mom, mom, help, water, pain, my legs, thoughts cross his head fast, very fast, fear, pain, fear, pain, dad, mom, fear, dojo,help.

02:12

Araki and Ichio Bahn Khai, former owners of the household get back after receiving a call from a neighbor who knew they were out on a date

The whole structure collapses fully

04:01

The flames have fully died down, and the fire team can begin to search the rests of the house, a total of 12 policeman had to been dispatched to refrain Araki and Ichio Bahn Khai of breaking into the flames

04:13

The body of Gawko Bahn Khai is found, 16 years old, deceased, time of death 3:33

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-And so Gawko died, the end… yeah well I know not really, if not this story wouldn't have much meaning, let's see… usually death comes the same for everyone, you die, the end, get your soul to the soul incinerator, goodbye, but as I say, it usually happens, and this was not the usual-

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"Is hot… and is getting hotter… I'm still burning? But it doesn't hurt… weird.."

Gawko was in the absolute void, his body not quite his own as if he was asleep started slowly going down into some flames that just appeared under him

-I like these.-

Between the flames and the remote thought of pain this words resonated in the void, as the flames were stopped, his body touched what it seemed like solid ground, although not visible, around him there were other four people

-I'll be quick, I'm the Goddess of Wrath and Vengeance, you all are going to be sent to a world as my pieces, your only goal is to survive 32 other people like you and everyone will have an Rpg skill like the ones of the games from your world, any questions?-

-... … … HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?!-