Chapter 187

‘Musashi’ Daisuke Smith

 

“Where the fuck did she go!?” He yelled out as he raced back into the walls of the dojo.

 

Fucking dammit. This was supposed to happen outside the dojo! Sensei wouldn’t interfere, but there would be trouble after if they caused trouble here!

 

“She jumped on the roof! Misaki is fucked!” One of his chooms called out in Japanese, looking over Misaski was indeed fucked. The girl looked like her face was punched in.

 

Fuck. Moritaka was not going to be pleased about his Netrunner getting hurt.

 

“Find the bitch! Block the entrance, keep an eye on the walls. There is no way out except through here! Watch her car!” He called out and the men all nodded.

 

Musashi wasn’t the highest ranked member in the TC, but his Grandfather was well respected, and that carried a lot of weight.

 

It was why he could take on the name Musashi and no one argued against it. He would live up to it regardless. Fuck all those fools that mocked him for his choice.

 

He would show the Tyger Claws his worth.

 

But first he needed to beat this girl black and blue… Maybe take one of her legs. She had already lost both arms, so what was one more limb?

 

If that Bitch hadn’t tricked him and beaten him in the match in front of everyone, then maybe he wouldn’t need to cut her to make sure she understood. He had only lost because they were fighting with stupid Shinai and not live steel!

 

Fucking Sensei. That old man didn’t understand that a true Samurai needed live steel to show his true talent!

 

And fuck that little whore for mocking him! Him! She was nothing! A fucking street rat that was only allowed around because her brother was a weapon for the Kamikaze.

 

“Find her!” He yelled and his men ran off. A few were helping each other to climb onto the roof to find her.

 

He stomped around. Already he could see Sensei coming out to the front of the Dojo but with a look the older man took in what was happening and he stopped. He didn’t interfere but his eyes went yellow as he made a call.

 

Tsk!

 

They needed to find her. Now, before Fujimura-sama was informed, and that fucking trash Oni showed up.

 

Moritaka-Sama would not be pleased if his desire to have leverage failed. Moritaka-Sama’s son, Kisaru, had nearly been killed by some trash wannabe, and he was not pleased. The Oni had known, knew the assassin in question. Now Moritaka-Sama had plans to force Fujimura-Sama into something,, but it would all fail if they didn’t have the girl!

 

What the fuck was she made of? Who just leapt over ten foot walls without trouble!?

 

Of course she had chrome, her brother was the Oni, but this was too much!

 

“Where is she!?” He yelled again but received no response. Only confused looks from his chooms as they hadn’t found anything. “She’s not a fucking ghost find her!”

*Is that what you think?* He stilled, nearly jumping at the voice in his ear. He glanced around in shock before calming realizing what had happened. A call had gone through his agent without even ringing, and the girl was talking to him!

 

*Give up, when we find you I will ensure you will not escape again. Surrender now and perhaps it will not be permanent.*

 

*That’s cute coming from some nobody.*

 

*You dare! I am-*

*A dead man.*

 

“Fuck! Musashi! Brian is dead!”

 

“What!?” He cut the call and rushed over around the corner in the alley was Brian. Brian who was stupid, but good muscle. Musashi kept him around because the boy had no ambition. He just liked hurting people and that was good enough for him.

 

He was dead. Throat cut open and left in the middle of the alley.

 

“The basement! She went into the Dojo!” He yelled out, noticing some blood stains on the door.

 

“Can-should we even go in?” One of his men asked, and he scoffed.

 

“Let me handle the thinking, get the girl!” The boys rushed in to find her, and Musashi grimaced. This was already becoming an issue.

 

*You won’t find me in there.* The call hadn’t ended. He had ended the call, and yet it was still connected.

 

*You’re a netrunner.* It clicked and he grimaced. That was bad.

 

*Oh? You didn’t know that? No… No, I refused to believe you morons didn’t do any research into your target before you tried to kidnap me. Maelstrom did more research when they tried it, are you stupider than a bunch of Maelstrom goons?*

 

*You’re a nobody. You may have some talents, but they don’t matter. You won’t escape.*

*Escape? Oh you poor fool. I’m not running.*

 

“Musashi! Carter! He’s fucked! S-stabbed through!”

“What?” He looked towards his men, the idea of Carter dying… That was impossible. He followed towards the other side of the dojo and there was Carter. His own Katana stabbed through his heart. “How is this happening?”

“Musashi. This isn’t right. Something’s wrong!”

 

“Shut up! I know that!” This was falling apart, and he had no idea how!

 

*You should call for help. You’ll need more men at this rate.*

 

*Fuck you! I’ll cut off one of your limbs for every one of my chooms you’ve killed!*

 

*Unfortunately for you, I don’t have that many limbs left. So I guess there is no point in me stopping.* He blinked at her tone. The amusement was obvious.

 

This fucking whore. He was going to-

 

“Musashi!” A voice called out and he looked away. And he already knew what he was about to be told.

 

*You’re trying to distract me. Keep me from focusing you down!*

 

*Is that what you think? You really don’t understand what kind of situation you’re in.*

 

*Fuck off!* He forced the call to end and focused.

 

“Stay together! She is picking us off one by one! Move in groups! No one gets left alone!” He roared and then despite himself he did something she had suggested.

 

*Moritaka-Sama Forgive me for the impudence. We have a problem.* He began once the ringing ended, and the call went through.

 

*Explain. Now.* Moritaka growled and Musashi felt his status plummet.

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*She’s dangerous. She’s killed some of my men, I need more people here to make sure she can’t slip away… She’s a netrunner, and already knocked out Misaki before we could react. My apologies.*

 

*Foolish. I should have sent someone competent, if this is the result. I am sending Komorebi. Hold her until he gets there if you can do at least that.*

 

*That won’t be a problem, I have no intention of going anywhere.* A voice cut in and Musashi stilled. The girl. She was on the line!

 

*Who is this? Musashi?* Musashi tried to speak, but instantly he realized his line was cut off his voice wasn’t going through his own agent!

 

*This is Motoko. Musashi is still here, but I hacked into his agent forever ago. So you’re the one that wanted to kidnap me huh?*

Moritaka scoffed before responding. *You are being ordered to appear before me.*

*You could have just called, instead you sent a hit squad my way. I’ve already killed a few of them. Why should I not continue?* She asked, still sounding mocking.

 

*Killing a few pathetic boys that can’t even complete a task isn’t my concern. You will come one way or another.*

*Once this Komorebi gets here you mean? I don’t like threats. You wanted to play it this way, so I’m treating it like that. I’m going to kill all the boys you send here. Then, once you stop sending them, I’m going to come for you.*

 

The call went quiet for a while and Musashi eventually tried to continue.

 

*Is it working?*

*I hear you Musashi. Find her. Collect her be as brutal as you like.*

 

*Yes Sir.* Musashi agreed, and the call ended.

 

Fuck, she had just challenged Moritaka-Sama. She was going to die now.

 

“Musashi?”

“Just find her already! Moritaka-Sama says not to be gentle! Collect her! Are you a Tyger or not!” He roared out and his men got back to it. He started looking as well, but as he searched, he only found dead bodies, and the cowering fools that Sensei had gathered into the dojo.

 

“Have you seen her?” He demanded loudly and no one spoke. Not even Sensei who just looked on with a firm look. Derision evident.

 

“Speak! Moritaka-Sama has given these orders!” he yelled out to the group, but no response came. Just the students who were cowering in fear at the death surrounding them, and those that were calmly sitting seiza waiting, for they had protection, or had felt danger before.

 

It kept growing quieter. He looked around, checking the room but found no one. Only Carlos, who had stuck to his side when he ordered everyone to go in pairs.

 

He charged out, but as he went from room to room he realized with horror.