Yakuza No More | Retirement of the Celestial Emperor

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YAKUZA NO MORE

Retirement of the Celestial Emperor

 

Across the vast continent, an Oyashiman was declared the Celestial Emperor: he who raised ten thousand yakuzas. He was shrouded in mystery, and was known for defeating other yakuza-clans wherever he went, from land to land. 

 

Wherever he went, the Celestial Emperor drenched his katana in the blood of his enemies - Ikazuchi, the Holy Lightning Blade. However, the Celestial Emperor never harmed innocent pedestrians, and strayed away from criminality himself, albeit his yakuza-clan were infested in debauchery, fraud and assassinations.

 

On the night of his battle against an oppressive yakuza-clan, the Nagaroto, the Celestial Emperor came upon them like a fly upon light.

 

“He is there!” The enemy screamed from their high-walls, pointing down towards the shrouded man donning a red kimono and hat of bale or straw. He whizzed across the walls, and with each passing second, his holy katana tasted blood.

 

“Help! He is - ARGH!” A voice echoed out from outside one particular tent; within, the leader of the Nagaroto-clan sat. 

 

Resonating across the clouds, thunderclaps bellowed the eardrums of all those present. Slowly, the fabrics of the tent were unsheathed, as the Celestial Emperor appeared in a flash of light before his nemesis, the Blood Sun.

 

“You will face defeat.” The Celestial Emperor declared, as crackles of golden-lightning covered his katana. 

 

In return, the Blood Sun drew his own katana, one immersed in eyes and stained in blood. ”You will face humiliation today, Celestial Emperor.”
 

As the two faced in a staredown, the Celestial Emperor began to incant. “Celestial Lightning: Way of the Dragon.” From his katana, an ethereal image of a golden, oriental dragon appeared, encrusted by sizzling lightning.

 

The Blood Sun inhaled a lengthy breath, and mirrored the same. “Blood God: Slayer of Five.” Instantly, the katana of the yakuza-lord was infused by a crimson-red aura.

 

Like a pot of kettle, the air was shrill and whistled in their contemplation. BOOM - the afterimages of their battle commenced, before the last blade was drawn.

 

Silence.

 

The felled lord of the Nagaroto-clan lay in the clutches of the Celestial Emperor; bodies littered the oriental encampment, and it was still. With a final breath, the Blood Sun collapsed, and slipped out from the grasp of the victorious yakuza-lord.

 

As the Celestial Emperor leered at the sight of his enemy, and sheathed his katana, the yakuza-lord contemplated his lifestyle. One hand was slowly brought up towards his bleeding left arm, and then he spoke.

 

“I’m going to become a family man.”

 

Adopting the name of Dinnerbone, the yakuza-lord endured to live a healthier lifestyle. 

 

[Dyl 1577]

Wandering throughout the world, an aged man of Ba'as received word of the Oyashiman warlord's presence within the lands of Almaris. He wondered where the new lord had retired to, and the tales this new lord could tell: perhaps he might seek out Dinnerbone.

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A particular Oyashiman swordsman hopes he too can live a healthier lifestyle. 

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A Santegian man rocks back and forth after the man known as Dinnerbone said 'FACK-A YOU' before demanifesting in his face.