Joe Tanaka walked the crowded streets of Hong Kong, a suitcase in his hand, and a map in the other. He didn’t fit in too well in the crowd; there weren’t that many dark skinned, afro haired seventeen year olds with a scar on their face wandering the streets of the Asian city. Joe wasn’t that worried about looks, though. Not at the moment, that is. He was in search of a dojo, a dojo that could teach him the strongest fighting style in the world. He was in search of the Saikyo-ryuu Dojo, to learn the Saikyo Arts, the “the strongest art.”
Now Joe had his reasons for wanting to learn this martial art. It wasn’t to be the best in the world, or to avenge a deceased loved one, or just because it tickled his fancy. His reason was selfish, and evil. Joe Tanaka’s true name was General Evil Joe, the bringer of calamity and chaos, a man full of ambition and hate. He was hated by most, and envied by the rest. That was, until he lost his power. He used to be able to destroy whole buildings, and take bullets like they were simple slingshot pellets. But now, he was nothing more than an average…Joe.
One month prior
“MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes! Once again, General Evil Joe strikes fear into the city!”
General Evil Joe sat in his secret hideout, watching the news in his brown leather easy chair, an evil grin on his face. “Three tenement buildings were destroyed two hours ago,” the reporter said, standing in front of one of the newly built, now newly destroyed apartment complexes. “And all fingers are pointed at General Evil Joe, the self proclaimed ‘Bringer of Doom and Suffering.’ No one knows what he looks like, and the police have no leads.” Joe turned off the television, and stood up triumphantly. “Fools! Of course they can’t catch me! I’m the best, probably- no definitely the best- on the entire planet!”
Then there was a loud crash as Joe’s door was busted in. There stood the reason for Joe’s mission, for his loss of his powers: Seth. The mysterious being walked slowly into the room, staring at Joe, who was already in fighting stance. “Well, done, young man. I am impressed with the level of your power.” His voice was cool, calm, and held a slight disturbing chill in the air. He had a suit on, a very expensive one: Italian, most likely, brightly polished black shoes; he looked like a legit businessman, except for the silvery blue hue of his skin.
General Evil Joe wasn’t amused. “Thanks, old man, but your life’s now forfeit. You can’t just come barging in he-” Joe lost his words when he took a punch to the throat, falling to the ground. “b*****d!” he coughed out, flipping back onto his feet. He swung at his unwanted guest, and with a lot of power behind each blow. But, it was no use; Seth was faster than he was. He blocked every attack, and exchanged each blow with his own, tenfold. In a matter of minutes, the evil general was thrown to the ground, incapacitated.
Seth just smiled, kneeled down next to Joe, and grabbed him by his face. “You truly are full of spirit. Too bad. I’ll be taking your power now.” Joe started to mumble “what the f-” but was cut off by extreme pain, with a powerful draining sensation as if his very soul was being sucked away, though it was but, a few moments, to Joe it was an eternity of pain. Once again Joe fell to the floor, his voice was hoarse from screaming, his body motionless, he was on the brink of death.
Seth stood once more, smiled down at the once feared evil general, and laughed, almost…mockingly. “Is that all you have to offer? I guess I was wrong about you.” The monster of a man headed for the door, however before he vanished he paused to say, “Your power will now reside in me forever, just like the others. I’m one step closer to my destiny because of your foolishness. In a way, I thank you.”
Seth vanished, but his faint words lingered. “Your life is my sentimental gift to you, Joseph. Use it wisely.” Those words rang in Joe’s mind until he blacked out.
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