Chapter 1: This shit is crazy...
My name is Koshiro Todomaki, I was born and raised in Budokan and now dying in Budokan. Cancer, Lung Cancer, the amount of days I have left can be counted on one hand, I'm dying, no kids and no wife. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a loner, I just don't want to. But why am I so tired? Why are my eyes so heavy? Am I dying? Didn't the Doctor tell me I had a few days to live? I'm angry, that's the only way I can describe it, I think deep down I want to live, I want to experience more. Y'know one dream of mine has been to do Martial Arts but I was too scared, it's how I've always been I want to live my dreams, I want to be amazing and famous, it's just I've never had anyone to give me a push and encourage me, that's why even though I have dreams I've never acted on them. If there's a divine being out there, make me go back, I want to be sent back and do everything I've ever dreamed of just let me I thought as tears streamed down my eyes.
''Hello, my name is Deus , just like every other soul in the world you have the choice to be reincarnated or sent to heaven, since your karma is nothing special, you'll get the default 3 wishes and a world to go to if you decide to be reincarnated.'' ''YES! I mean, yes please, I'd like to be reincarnated sir, how do I address you now that I've met you'' ''Just call me sir, my son,, please choose a world and some wishes'' ''After some consideration I have decided to be reincarnated into Kengan Ashura, and for my wishes I'd like to be born as Baki, I'd like to have memories of all his techniques up to the manga (rn in the manga he can fight on par with Yujiro, our OC will have to practice and perfect them himself though) and for my last wish, I wish for my strength, speed, and defense to increase gradually as I age'' ''All is done my son, you shall be on your way, I hope you achieve your dreams there'' The long bearded man said as he gave me a warming smile, and I woke up
''WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!'' I couldn't control my vocal cords but something fucking hurt! I look towards my mothers limp body and my heart sinks, I don't know this woman, I've never met her in my 68 years of living, but my heart aches for her, I could tell she was a kind and tender hearted woman.
[5 Years later]
''It's all your fault, you think I'm a loser? You think your dads a fucking sellout huh! It's your fault, it should've been you instead of her!'' My father exclaimed as he lifted a bottle to hit me over the head with, he's a dumb drunk, he hates me because my mother died during child birth, but he's never gone to the extent of trying to kill me like this! Suddenly something clicked in my mind, the bottle he was swinging at my small body was moving in slow motion, I sidestepped out the way and sent a flicker jab towards the side of his jaw before he could even turn his head, *thud* The sound of my tiny hand connecting with his jaw made me feel ecstatic I sent a double jab to his jaw and hit it again with a straight right, he fell to the ground dazed but still conscious, it'd take a lot more than that for my 5 year old body to knock down a 6'6 overweight drunkard adult, he fumbled to get his bearings and decided to rest on all fours I delivered a sloppy kick to his jaw with my right leg, that done it
[6 months later]
I'm in an orphanage now, after knocking him out I called the police putting on my best childlike voice and to my surprise when they came, they declared him dead, it was the kick, his neck twisted left violently snapping it on impact, I told them he just fell like that, they believed me. I've been training for these 6 months, I don't have any weights so I've decided to just do body weight workouts. *drip drip* The sound of the sweat running down my forehead and onto the wooden floor, right now I'm doing a Full Planche, I've been holding for 5 minutes now, normally I could hold a Full Planche for at lease 30 minutes, but this is after a 10 minute Dragon Flag, 10 minute Human Flag and as much pushups I could do in 10 minutes, now I'm ready for my 3 mile run (Yes this is actually somewhat realistic, if you run a mile everyday and make your way up gradually and eat healthily you'd see what I mean) I put on my zip-less grey hoodie, grey tracksuit bottoms, tighten my shoes ''Alright I'm going for my run!'' After telling everybody where I'm going I close the door.
Around 2 miles into my run I see a couch that's been discarded, it's... actually in good condition they must've just got a different one, dragging it back to the orphanage took me 30 minutes, and dried it off all by myself, barely anybody really talks to me as they view me as some freak who killed his father but I don't need them, I've been alone all of this life and the one before, and I'll be damned if I do now. I dragged it down into the basement which took a while, making a small slit in the couch i took the pillows off and the hard part on the back and used a rope to tie it into a meat hook on the ceiling, I knew that was there as this place used to be a butcher shop and had several more meat hooks spread around, putting on the wrist wrap, and boxing gloves I bought from saving up mowing peoples lawn, and went to work!
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