The Rise of the Invulnerable

Haruki was running through the alleys still perplexed by what had happened, Emi, his childhood friend with whom he shared many moments together, joys, dreams was dead, he would never see her again until he died and his soul went to the other side, while Haruki was running through the alleys Hikari followed him flying, until at a certain moment Haruki stopped, turned to Hikari and shouted:

''IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE SO POWERFUL AND YOU COULDN'T PREVENT THIS?

''Even I have limitations''

AND YOUR GOD, WHO DO YOU SERVE? HE WOULD HAVE ATTENDED TO YOU IF YOU HAD ASKED!

"Things aren't that simple

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!

Haruki nailed the lid of a trash can in the alley and threw it at Hikari, but Hikari was intangible and not hit, the lid went straight through him, Hikari just shut up and didn't say anything else.

And now? how am I going to tell Mr. Hiroshi about this? Haruki removed his mask that was covered in sange and torn.

I thought that from now on everything would get better, everything was going so well, I got good money with the fights, my mother doesn't drink or go out as much as before... and now this happens, why did this have to happen just now?

Haruki got up and continued walking home slowly and sadly, Hikari followed him, both did not say anything until they got home.

Mr. Hiroshi could not resist his injuries and died at the hospital, the news spread, everyone in Tokyo was talking about the fact that a student had been kidnapped by members of the Yakuza, and how they were all mysteriously killed, and how one person threw himself out of the building and yet ran away normally, Haruki and his mother went to the funeral and burial of the two, some relatives and some friends from school were there, Haruki can't help but notice the fact that there was a man around 50 years old drunk and smoking, it was a sad day for Haruki.

A week passed, Haruki decided to go to the house of Emi and Mr. Hiroshi, he found strange the fact that the door of the dojo of Mr. Hiroshi was open, when he entered he saw the same smoking man of the funeral of Mr. Hiroshi and Emi inside the dojo, holding the sword of Mr. Hiroshi, when he saw this, Haruki enraged ran towards the man and shouted:

''What do you press that you are doing?''

Haruki tried to apply a flying kick to the man, but while in the air the old man hit him with his sword and Haruki fell to the ground, the man then thought, ''didn't it cut?''

Haruki quickly got up and fought back with a great sequence of kicks and punches, but in the end he was subdued by the man easily, the man asked:

''What are you doing in Hiroshi's house?''

''I ask you, what is an old man smelling of alcohol doing in Mr. Hiroshi's house?''

"Hmm, you must be Haruki, right? He told me about you in a phone call.

''And who are you, old man?

"I'm Takeshi Yamamoto, Hiroshi's childhood friend, and you'd better start calling me sir.

Haruki remembered that Hiroshi sir had mentioned an old friend who was good at using swords.

''Oh, yeah, I think Hiroshi sir told me about you, but what are you doing here, the funeral was a week ago.

"Hiroshi left this house to me, none of the relatives wanted it, and it would be a shame to leave such a beautiful house abandoned.

''Ah, I see, but you'd better be careful with this sword, it's an heirloom from Mr. Hiroshi's family''

I know, I've known this sword much longer than you have, by the way

Senor Yamamoto went to the yard, and with a single stroke cut the trunk of a small tree using the sword.

''When you attacked me I thought you were a mugger, I cut you with all my strength, but you didn't suffer any damage, how was that possible?''

Haruki thought, he decided to tell the truth, since he was a friend of lord Hiroshi he believed he deserved trust, so he explained the whole origam of his powers, how he trained with lord Hiroshi, how he fought in underground fights and how he hunted Masashi to try to rescue Emi, he even made Hikari appear.

''Well, it's a surprising story.

''You're just going to say that? I just revealed the existence of a spirit world, showed you a spirit, told you about my ancestor's bet and that's all you're going to say?''

This world is very complicated, kid, I've seen too many things, even ghosts, this doesn't surprise me at all, but anyway, what do you plan to do with your powers now?

Ah, well, I honestly don't know

''Um, whatever to me, hey you, ghost, your name is Hikari isn't it?''

"I'm a spirit

''Ah, whatever, you can help me organize my stuff here at home, you too Haruki''

"Oh, that's fine

They spent hours organizing Senor Yamamoto's things, that's when Haruki went up to Emi's room, he entered, started thinking about all the things he had gone through together with Emi, that's when he noticed a book on top of Emi's desk, it was her diary, Haruki took it and felt tempted to open it, but decided to go home.

''Ah, I must go Mr. Yamamoto, Hikari stay here and help him.

''Ok''

''Alright kid, see you later'' said senho Yamamoto.

Haruki walked to the old warehouse where he had first tested his powers, climbed to the top, opened Emi's diary and began to read:

''-Ah, today I made Haruki a lunchbox, but he can't even remember what was in it-''

''Ah, it was one of the times she made my lunch at school.''

-It's been 6 months since Haruki started training with Grandpa, he always seems to try hard-

''Ah, I went during my training with Mr.Hiroshi''

''Ah, that's .... the day she died''

-'Ah, I think I've finally gained confidence, tomorrow I'll tell Haruki that I-

''No''

-I love him-.

Reading this Haruki began to cry, and started to remember what Emi and Mr. Hiroshi had said to him when he asked them what they would do if they had an ability that no one else has, Haruki got up, went home, went up to his room and continued to reflect, took his old notebook and began to draw his new uniform, used the money he had earned to buy fabric, paints and a sewing machine, the next day he went to Mr. Yamamoto and said:

'

''Please teach me how to use a sword''

"Um, okay, but you'll have to pay me in cigarettes and booze

"That's fine with me.''

For four months Haruki trained in kendo, remade his mask, which now had red details, and also wore a gray jacket with cat ears on the hood, underneath a black suit, his pants were black and his shoes were red, his gloves were thick and of military style.

When Haruki teminated his training with Mr. Yamamoto they talked:

''So, you're really going to go around beating up others?''

''Yes, I talked to Hikari, anyway I can do whatever I want with these powers, it will serve as a preparation when the time comes to face Kurogami''

"Um, kid, come with me.

The two went to the basement, there Mr. Yamamoto put his collection of souvenirs from the past, trophies from martial arts tournaments and also weapons such as swords, daggers, spears and so on, then Mr. Yamamoto opened a wooden box and took out a shirasaya bushido sword with black handle and sheath, and said:

''When I took my basic training, my father gave me a sword just like this one, just as my grandfather had given him one, now this is yours, make good use of it.''

"Good Mr. Yamamoto, thank you

"Now go

And that Sunday night at midnight, Haruki put on his uniform, put on his mask, put his sword in a holder attached to his pants that left the sword horizontal behind his waist, went out the window of his house, ran through the city, the alleys, the buildings and the houses, at that moment a woman was being harassed by three men:

''Time let's go, it will be in the alley, it won't take us more than 5 minutes each hahaha''

''Please don't, let me go please''

At that moment the Invulnerable jumped from the top of the building on top of one of them killing him on the spot, when seeing this one of the other men stabbed the Invulnerable but was terrified to see that it had no effect, with his sword the Invulnerable cut his neck and the right arm of the other and then pierced his stomach, both died, while the floor was flooded with their blood the terrified woman asked:

''Q-who are you''

He looked back and said:

''I am The Invulnerable''

To be continued.