Chapter 2

The figure and the samurai continued to stand on the hood of the speeding car, the digital display inside saying it was exceeding 200 kilometers per hour.

They each had their swords drawn, which both shimmered and shined with the neon lights racing by as blurry blobs that raced by before disappearing into the darkness.

“Samuranarchist. You are charged with…” The samurai spoke, a human voice passed through a robotic filter.

Samuranarchist jumped forward, slashing their sword which was blocked by the blade of the super samurai.

“Assault. Robbery. Arson. Terrorism. Assaulting a police officer. Destruction of public property.”

The samurai continued to list off crime after crime after crime as they fought with Samuranarchist. Samuranarchist jumped onto the roof of the car, able to feel the wind and rain blasting into their body and causing their coat to rapidly flutter and whip back. Every inch of skin was covered as the red and blue flashing light shined on his black high top sneakers, looking expensive with the colors faded away due to the rain pounding away so often.

“I’m sorry, but you’re forgetting a few charges.” He said, having a rather young voice full of sass.

He dodged a sword slash and dropped down onto the sleek car, spinning like he was break dancing before gripping the side of the car and using it to go around the samurai, landing on the windshield and shoving the samurai forward.

They fell face down onto the back of the car, causing the entire car to violently smash into the ground before bouncing up in the air, twisting just enough to cause the car to violently spin sideways and start to flip over, crashing onto the street over and over again.

Samuranarchist gripped the car and pushed off before the first bounce, jumping to the other car and stabbing his sword straight down into the hood at the front, but then slipped and had to grab hold of the car just above the tire that was spinning rapidly. His hands gripped the wheel arch between the frame and the tire, his body perfectly straight and lifted above the ground as he stared upward. His arms strained and he stayed along the road while struggling to lift himself back up to the hood, his legs straight and staying perfectly in line.

He finally got his body to roll back and got back on the hood, panting and shaking his arms to get rid of the soreness.

He stared through the windshield at the other samurai driver, who reached next to them at the center console. They pulled out a massive revolver, designed the same as the New Nambu M60 used by Japanese police from thousands of years before, but modernized to be sleek. The five bullet chamber was expanded into ten, the bullets able to pierce any material.

The samurai suddenly tapped on a small display next to the grip and trigger, the bullets all beginning to glow orange.

“Shit.”

Samuranarchist jumped up just as the bullet fired. A violent burst of flames shot out, shattering the windshield as an explosion of fire shot out before rapidly disappearing. Samuranarchist grabbed hold of the flashing police lights on the roof, looking forward to see his katana still stabbed into the hood of the car. He was going to lunge forward, but the roof suddenly erupted with another explosion of fire tearing through right next to him. He could feel the heat rapidly appear than disappear, able to look down right into the mask of the samurai, the name on the side barely visible.

He rolled to the side as they fired again, now the entire roof turned into melted scrap that flung off and crashed onto the street. Samuranarchist rolled off the roof, but punched through the passenger seat window in order to hold on and look forward.

He suddenly looked back and was able to see the other samurai still running so quickly, charging towards him at scary speed.

“Double shit.” Samuranarchist said before turning to face the driver just as the gun pointed at him.

He let go of the door, catching the handle of the second row door just as the passenger door blasted off the hinges and flung out onto the street, a burst of flame shooting out like it came from a dragon.

Samuranarchist was loudly breathing quickly, clearly beginning to become exhausted as the wind was smashing into his body repeatedly.

He looked back at the other samurai charging closer and closer, then turned to look through the window at the gun being turned and facing him, the arm going in between the two front seats.

Samuranarchist took a deep breath and let go of the door handle as another explosion of fire shot out, blasting the door and lighting the back row of seats on fire. Samuranarchist was racing so quickly over the street, looking back as the other samurai began to slow down. Samuranarchist rapidly kept looking in each direction, making sure to keep track of the samurai and keep track of the police car.

His arm wildly went in a circle before he shot it forward.

A kunai rapidly fired out of his jacket sleeve, a rope attached to it as it rapidly caught up with the car, stabbing into the rear light and stabbing deep into the glass, causing it to shatter with sparks shooting out. His feet hit the samurai in the chest hard, then immediately pushed off with all of his strength.

His entire body shot forward so quickly, the rope retracting rapidly back into his sleeve as he drew closer and closer.

His momentum was too high, the kunai snapping out as he flung forward, flipping over the broken roof of the car, landing on the hood of the car with his back to the driver. He gripped his sword by the hilt, quickly pulling it out and spinning it before stabbing back in between his arm and torso, stabbing straight into the chamber of the revolver, which suddenly exploded with a massive fireball that quickly spread, causing the entire car to catch on fire before the engine suddenly exploded, Samuranarchist being thrown high into the air from the force.

He looked at one building, once again stretching his arm out as the kunai fired out, stabbing into the wall just before the building ended. He used it to whip around the corner at high speed, releasing from the building just as he turned and causing him to violently slam into the ground, doing his best to recover by rolling and getting up to his feet, but limping as soon as he started to walk. He went over to a nearby wall and put his arm out against it, catching his breath and repeatedly bending and stretching his leg.

He could hear loud engines revving, sheathing his sword before standing and hiding the pain in his leg.

The gang of motorcyclists all stopped right in front of him, all getting up and standing in a line.

“You were late.” The leader said in a rather joking manner.

“You didn’t give me a route. Had to find where you would be.” Samuranarchist replied.

“Had to keep it open. Couldn’t plan ahead too much or we would’ve been caught.” The leader replied.

“I understand, yet knowing a single street would’ve been nice.” Samuranarchist replied.

The leader shrugged and went over to his bike, grabbing one of the large bags and tossing it to him.

Samuranarchist caught it, his injured leg subtly buckling but he hid it well enough. A soft and quiet grunt leaving his mouth.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” The leader said.

“Take care of yourselves.” Samuranarchist said.

The two kept staring forward at each other as the other bikers made their ways back to their bikes.

“Tell Hinata I say hello.” The leader said, waving his hand.

“Will do.” Samuranarchist replied, watching as he mounted his bike before they all took off quickly, their engines all sounding closer to high speed jets than motorcycles.

Samuranarchist sighed and looked up, reaching his arm out before the kunai shot out, stabbing into the building before the rope suddenly began to retract, shooting his body forward and high into the air. He continued to shake his leg even in midair before launching up and landing on the roof of the building, rolling forward and looking around.

From the roofs of the buildings, it was easier to spot a massive army of drones flying around. They were nearly impossible to see, entirely black and blending in with the dark shadows and fog. They passed by neon lights, shining onto the machines that looked more like murderous war machines than simple surveillance drones. Massive miniguns attached at the front, each circular wing with blades that could cut through anything, multiple missiles, torpedos, and bombs all visibly attached.

The drone floated silently and pitch black, before a massive spotlight suddenly shined down.

Samuranarchist peeked over the edge to see the spotlight shining on a group of homeless people that were gathered around. They all quickly scattered around, but the drone kept flying in the same straight path.

Samuranachirst dropped down, laying on his back to hide the only part of him that wasn’t pitch black. He watched the drone fly, only slightly turning or tilting as it hovered so slowly. Once it passed by, he quickly got to his feet and sprinted across the roof, even with his hurt leg. He wrapped the bag diagonally across his chest and jumped off the ledge, looking down at the street before shooting out the kunai once again, stabbing right at the ledge of the roof across the street, shooting him forward and allowing him to land on it gracefully. He continued to sprint forward, reaching the ledge and doing the same thing again, jumping high and using his kunai to make it across the street. He looked around, constantly scanning for drones as he ran and jumped from rooftop to rooftop, jumping over street after street.

He finally made it to the building he needed, this time running sideways and jumping down into the tight alleyway that was barely able to fit a person, hopefully making it tight enough to prevent people from sleeping there. He slid down the wall, his back to one and his feet on the other with his knees nearly to his chest due to how tight it was. He very slowly slid his way down a few stories before he caught himself, using his sore but strong muscles to slowly make his way sideways, pushing into both walls with all of his strength. He tilted his head up and was obviously straining before he made it to a window, reaching out with one hand to knock on the glass twice, waited a few seconds, knocked two more times, waited, and then knocked a single time.

The window opened as a figure reached out, taking his hand and pulling him inside. She was wearing a mask and coat, but as soon as the window shut they took it off.

A thin, teenage looking girl with smooth skin and a big smile.

“Late night huh?” She asked.

Samuranarchist finally removed his mask, showing he was also a teenager. His face was smooth and rather well kept for doing what he did. He had very short jet black hair, and no visible scars, markings, or anything.

“The Kisebe are always terrible when it comes to giving directions or instructions. Sort of just ask for protection and expect it to be top notch.” He replied.

She helped him to his feet and the two each removed their trench coats.

Her body was thin, covered in neon colored tattoos while she only wore a black crop top and very short shorts. Her hair was braided in a multitude of styles. It was violently bright pink, almost hard to look at for too long.

His body had a metal device strapped to his chest and torso, with miles and miles of rope wrapped around that connected to an exoskeleton that was just attached to his arms, kunai locked in place at either wrist. It was the machine he used to shoot out and swing around, made out of scrap metal by him.

“You let her practice on you?” He asked jokingly.

“She needed somebody to do it with.” She replied.

A young girl suddenly ran into the bedroom, running to him and hugging him tightly.

“Hideyoshi! You’re home!” She sounded so excited.

She was no older than 8 years old. She didn’t have the device implanted in her neck, but she didn’t have a scar either. She also didn’t have the gauntlet on her arm, like she had been untouched from the evil world around her.

Hideyoshi kneeled down to hug her tightly, his coat coming off to reveal he had the scar on his neck and was missing the device, yet the gauntlet was still on his arm, barely functional. Like he had hacked into it somehow.

“How was your night Hinata?” He asked, hugging her as tightly as he possibly could.

“It was so much fun. Mai let me practice braiding her hair.” Hinata said so excitedly.

Hideyoshi laughed and turned to look at Mai.

“I can see that. You did a great job.” He said.

“Oh, and she let me pick her hair color.” Hinata said, sounding even more excited.

“And that’s what you chose? It’s so bright.” He said.

Hinata looked at it and seemed to think.

“Yeah…you’re right.”

Hinata ran over and grabbed Mai’s gauntlet that covered her arm. She began to tap away on the screen, which was very limited with options. It almost looked like a phone screen, small icons for different applications and games. She opened one specifically that opened a massive color selector, including being able to put specific values for C, M, Y, K, H, S, and B. She rapidly began to slide across each of the lines, the hair on Mai’s head rapidly changing color as she just laughed and smiled.

After a while, Hinata finally settled on a rather faded and sedated green.

“Ooh…I like that one.” Hinata jumped up and down.

Mai and Hideyoshi both laughed as Mai pulled some out to see the color.

“You always pick so great Hinata. Now I’ll get going so you can play with your brother, alright?” Mai said.

Hinata and Mai hugged tightly before Hinata ran out of the room.

Hideyoshi opened the bag that was still now sitting on the floor, revealing it was full of the same square devices the man on the train used to steal money.

“How much are on those?” She asked.

“I was told each was one billion Yen, but I have no idea if that’s true.” Hideyoshi replied.

He handed her two of them, which she quickly scanned into her gauntlet, watching the number that appeared rapidly rise.

“Yeah, they are. Hopefully the others are too.” She said, keeping the devices even though they were empty.

“I don’t have any more for the weekend, so if you want to visit you can.” Hideyoshi said as he rose to his feet.

Mai began to put on her coat and lifted her mask up.

“I’ll think about it. Now go to your sister, she’s been asking about you all night.” Mai joked, putting on her mask before opening the window and jumping out, quickly sliding down the thin alleyway and landing on the ground. Hideyoshi shut the window and went out to the living room, watching as his young sister was playing with some makeshift dolls made out of scrap metal.

“Come here Hideyoshi! I wanna show you my story.” She sounded so excited. So innocent and ignorant. It made Hideyoshi smile, yet tear up at the same time.

“Alright, I’m coming.” He said with a laugh, walking over and sitting next to her as they played with the metal dolls.

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