A man in front of a chessboard, a emotionless mask to hide his sorrow, black hair and black coat. Kuro-san was alone; he always was, since he started his crusade to become the most powerful men in the world. But maybe that was how anybody that only searched for power and influence would have to be. No friends or family, nobody but his right hand knew about his real face or personality. He just used masks to face the world. The gentle smile of Usso Namae, a Japanese entrepreneur and Billionaire owner of Garyuu Zaibatsu, a multi-national company that had links to every field, medicine, engineering, architecture and many more. Name it and possibly Garyuu was doing it, yet that amount of power wasn’t what Kuro-san looked for, he wanted total dominion over everything, maybe even over life and death. He was an enigmatic figure that started creeping his way over the whole Japanese criminal underworld, conquering Osaka after making a pact with the Aoki Minato, the self-named God of Gambling.
From that point on his fame and influence extended through the islands, and now the last remnants of the old criminal gangs held Tokyo as a fortress. Kuro-san was already being called the Yakuza Emperor, or the Lord of the Underworld, some even compared him to Oda Nobunaga. But most of them didn’t understood the real reach of Kuro-san, he knew the old ways and despised them, he knew that behaving like a Yakuza wouldn’t give him the power he needed, so he developed a more efficient criminal empire, one only known to the high tiers of the criminal underworld. There wasn’t a Mangetsu HQ, or Mangetsu members, his gang was akin to a empire, conquering the other gangs and joining them in but allowing them to keep their name, so for the authorities there wasn’t a change of management. The ones that reached to some partial truth were bought by Mangetsu or vanished from the face of Earth.
Kuro-san was finally preparing to take over Tokyo and thus conquering all Japan. The wheels had been put in motion for six months, slowly undermining the Sangumi Yakuza Alliance resources and members and setting up the crisis simulacrum about a nuclear blast of Tokyo, to get the streets cleaned from bystanders. He may be a heartless monster but Killing bystanders for fun wasn’t something he wanted to do, he was cold and calculating each thing he did was part of a bigger scheme. His troops were already on-route, he didn’t even need to be there each of them knew exactly what to do and where to attack. He was calculating that the battle would take two hours and the cleanup 3. He could stretch those five hours to a total of 12 if needed. He had a secondary plan prepared if anything strange comes out.
The troops were ready, squads of highly trained and highly equipped men and women ready to attack, mostly as foot soldiers, some in vehicles. Kuro-san planned to use them in a blitzkrieg like attack cutting the perimeter and destroying the enemy vehicles. He knew that with only this troops he could win, but he wanted them to despair and he wanted the word to spill out to the other criminal organizations across the world, if you put in Mangetsu’s path you’ll be exterminated. For that purpose he hired the Numbers a group of elite mercenaries of equal enigmatic nature as his, a group that only worked for an organization even more secret than Mangetsu, a group called the Altar of Bullets, said to be the driving force behind any conflicts since the introduction of gunpowder in Europe.
This was the 4th Generation of Numbers all of them known by a number, marking their status in the group and a codename that reveled something about them and their origin. They stood out in between the Regular troops dressed in midnight black body armor. There were Four numbers, 5, 4, 3 and 2, as the 1 Number was anybody that could defeat the other 4 in a row without killing them. Lots of numbers died trying to take the spot and this generation decided to leave the 1st position vacant. Even so the 2 served as the field leader, yet his orders were, unless he threatens the others, mere suggestions. This generation was relatively knew as the others lasted almost 50 years this was only 5 years old, yet they were still as deadly as the others as hundreds of men and women found out.
5th is Eastern Beetle, a man covered in a high tech armor carrying a particle beam sword, he was silent and only some guttural growls could be heard coming from behind the mask. 4th is Northern Wasp, a female in a tight outfit with an armor on top, carrying and arsenal of custom fire-arms. 3rd is Southern Demon, a man in a demoniac armor carrying a massive heat blade and some kind of blaster gun. 2nd is Western Vampire, a man dressed like a cowboy with pale bluish skin and a long white beard carrying a small gun. Vampire was member of the last generation of numbers and the others feared him as their first mission was too find him as he hid from the world deep inside a mountain range in a lost corner of Eastern Europe. Most of the others are scared by the things they saw in Vampire’s Domain.
-I think is time for use to cut loose don’t ya think?- Wasp talked with upbeat tone, she was the most “human” member of the current Numbers and she usually tried to lighten up the mood – I never restrain myself, I only need more enemies to feed my blade!- Demon roared with thundering voice while waving his massive heat sword. Most of the Mangetsu troops were shivering in fear by hearing the Numbers talk. –You’re no fun Demon! Maybe I can have some fun with Beetle instead!- Wasp talked while getting near to Beetle and grabbing his arm –What do you say Beetle, wanna take that armor out and have some fun? Maybe there is some love hotel open or if not we can go to that alley.- Wasp talked in a sultry voice and Beetle back off gesturing with both hands that he wouldn’t like that. The only female Number was dying to know what was under Beetle’s armor. She loved secrets as much as she loved a good fight.
-Silence- Vampire word charged with what could be described as Predatory Instinct, made the whole group stop goofing around. Without even looking at them Vampire kept talking – Beetle you help the foot soldiers in the ground, Wasp take the rooftops and exterminate any bystander or observer. Demon you are the shock troop, take the war to their elite units. I’ll investigate the East flank, I can sense something strange there.- All of them nodded, even Demon battle-crazed face show a hint of fear as he agreed to Vampire Orders. All of them started to move out as the clock reached midnight. The troopers moved first followed by Beetle and Demon. Wasp climbed to a building and gestured goodbye with an upbeat face and Vampire calmly walk to the left of the battlefield going to investigate.
Meanwhile in the Sangumi HQ preparation for war was being made hastily and untidily. Yakuza run from place to place contacting other criminal families in the city like the Italian Mafia and the Russia Mobsters hoping to get more men than Kuro-san forces. The leader of the Alliance, Yamato Tenkaidan, mostly known as Shogun by his men, was in the main room of the building they’re using as war room. He was accompanied by his second in command Tsukiyama and a man not from the Clan. Wearing a complete black outfit with details in red and silver he was sitting against a wall. He carried a coffin besides him and two gigantic pistols. Shogun and Tsukiyama were placing the troops in position thanks to their cellphones and using a map. The mysterious man in Black was drinking from a canteen with a grim grin in his face. – We need to strike first and strike hard!- Shogun roared as he hit the table with his fist – We can’t leave this young bastard to get hold of our domain!-
Tsukiyama tried to calm him down when the man in the black outfit stood up – Kuro-san is on the move and he is sending the big guns. I better move to the rendezvous point with your other hired guys.- With ease he lifted the coffin and hanged it in his back with the help of some straps and left the place – Good luck Falken Degiraz! You’ll need it- Shouted Tsukiyama as the door closed. Shogun hoped this was enough, but what he didn’t know is that Falken loyalty lied where the money was and the Sangumi were short on funds. Tsukiyama already knew about Falken agenda, as he was the one who hired him. Under his disguise, Tsukiyama was truthfully Tsukimori-san Kuro-san right hand man. Thanks to the ShinkaLABS of Garyuu tech he had a perfect disguise of the real Tsukiyama, dead for almost 3 months. Falken mission was to get the hired guns, people of skill and power beyond humanity that answered the call of the Yakuza Alliance to work for them in this battle, to do some damage to the Yakuza strong points without them knowing. Falken got there and didn’t saw any known face. –Let’s go people we have a battle to win-
Near a small temple to the East of Tokyo, a group of men dressed in traditional clothing chanted around a fire. One of them lead the chants as they summoned Arashi Daitengu, a powerful deity known as The Wind that Changes the World. As they brought the slumbering deity into this plane of existence summoning from his domain hidden over Tokyo dozens of this deity servants, the Tengu started surrounding the circle of monks. –Come on brothers! Bring Lord Arashi to this world so we can bring this era of technological corruption to its end! Let’s bring the storm to wash the sins of humanity.- The leader of the chant, the Monk Amateru waved his arms in a grand gesture. From the temple stairs a young man, the leader of the sect watched how his brother summoned the Tengu. The leader, Karasu instructed the Servants that started flying towards downtown destroying buildings with razor winds and planting new trees and plants everywhere, 30 minutes more and Arashi would rain change over this city.