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NOKOMO HIGH (KUNGFOOLERY) by Lou Barnes
Copyright 1995 Anime Manga Development Group
Copyright 1995 Lou Barnes
Copyright 1996 Lou Barnes
Copyright 1996 Presley H. Cannady
First Edition: (no notes)
EPISODE 1: THE REUNION
The night was a particularly dark.
The crickets were chirping, and the stars were glistening through
the shadows of the sky. Yumuo whistled the tune of the Mr. Rogers theme
song as him and his older brother Ono walked down the empty streets of
Nokomo Japan, their bags becoming heavy after eight hours of steady
marching. Streetlights illuminated the otherwise darkened streets, yet
it didn't seem to placate some of the anxieties that the taller of the
two was facing.
"Stop that! Aren't you even nervous?! It's been ten years since
we've been home, I'm amazed your not sweating rivers by now!" Ono
screamed down on his brother.
Yumuo brought his melody to a halt and turned his head toward his
twitching mess of a brother.
"Ono, you're right," he replied.
Ono eyes grew wide with hope, but that soon changed.
"It's hot as blazes out here! I should be drenched!" Yumuo continued
feeling his forehead with his palm.
"No, dimwit!" Ono glared down on his brother again. "Didn't you
hear me?! I was talking about us coming home after all this time..."
"Oh! That! It's cool! I mean -- really! We're their sons. Here it
is," Yumuo motioned toward a building next to them. They entered the
door way and climbed up a couple of flights of stairs, reaching a door
with the label 'Takajima.'
"Home again, home again," Yumuo joked.
"I don't find this very funny," Ono said in a melodramatic tone only
he knew. Yumuo quirked up his face.
"Come on, what's the worst that can happen?" he said as he lifted a
fist to knock on the door. Suddenly a hand plunged through the wooden
gateway and took Yumuo by his greenish shirt and white jacket, pulling
him into and throwing him across the room the door had once concealed.
Yumuo dropped his bag in mid-flight and flipped his feet to the wall he
about to collide with, quickly somersaulting back to the floor. Ono
rolled beside him, apparently having avoided the attackers preemptive
strike. Both taking fighting positions, the brothers asked in unison-
"Who are you!"
That's when the household lights turned on and the pair saw who the
aggressor was.
Yumuo dropped his guard while Ono made his firmer.
"Hi Dad-" he began. "Happy to see us?!" Yumuo opened his arms to
receive a hug, instead a sharp roundhouse kick cracked into his ribs,
sending him across the room again. Yumuo failed to lose his footing,
sliding over the ground on his sneaker souls and clenching his mid-
section, squeaking to a stop and falling to one knee.
"Dammit, Dad! Aren't we past this!" he cried after a quick recovery.
"You should be proud Yumuo, father has decided to test us after ten
years of training under uncle, too see if we are yet worthy to learn
from him!" said Ono with a grunt as he miraculously blocked each of his
father's many blows.
Yumuo struggled to his feet.
"Old fart, why does he have to be so friggin' persistent ?"
he mumbled as Ono made his unavoidable error, one that resulted
in him crashing on the base of his neck beside his sibling.
"Well, guess I'm up again!" Yumuo adjusted his trademark bandanna
and tightening it.
Now what? Landlord Kitsui Asamizu thought as she groggily climbed the
stairs. The middle-aged and widowed Kitsui was now wondering how the
only two tenants she had could make so much noise. However, she
conceded that the Takajima's shredded apartment door seemed to further
indicate that the Takajima family was the disturbance's sources.
Kitsui, wearing only a pair of yellow pajamas and a robe, peeked around
the corner to see the normally quiet Mr. Takajima clobber a young boy
into a coma.
"Mr. Takajima what in heaven's name are you doing!?" she screamed
stomping out into view. The tall traditional looking Japanese man
looked down at his fist and adjusted his glasses.
"A right swing, why?" he asked in return, with a bigger look of
confusion than Miss. Asamizu.
"Kitsui?" asked Mrs. Takajima, who just appeared from around the
corner of from the kitchen. "What are you doing here?"
Kitsui placed a hand on her hip and threw an accusing finger
Otomo Takajimaa's way.
"I'm watching your husband BATTER two poor boy's!!" she screamed.
Katsue Takajima brought the ties on her robes tighter.
"Yomo," she said sweetly to her spouse. "I do believe that's
enough,"
"But you promised!" he replied angrily, raising Yumuo in line for
another attack.
"I SAID DROP THEM KARATE-BOY!!!" Katsue replied in a tone stern
enough to bend steel.
"Yes ma'am," Otomo replied in a whimper releasing Yumuo's jacket
before he landed the final blow.
"How can you let them do that, those are someone's children,"
Kitsui questioned showing her palms.
"I know, their mine," Katsue said blankly.
An hour had past until the boy's had regained consciousness.
Katsue had Kitsui watch as her spouse and the boy's father
continued to grill them on their years away, giving Kitsui an idea on
what the Takajima's home life was really like.
They were all sitting at the kitchen table with freshly made cup's of
tea; something to help them stay awake at one in the morning.
"How many styles have you mastered?!" Otomo yelled in his aged
voice.
Yumuo moaned and removed the ice pack from his jaw.
"Twenty seven," he replied.
Otomo turned his head toward Ono.
Ono lowered his head, and replied.
"Twenty nine, sir."
Otomo's jaw dropped and he removed his glasses, squinting at his
first born son.
"How Ono, your skills were shown to be much stronger than the Boys'
over there, how could he possibly come so close?" he said in the first
soft tone the boys had heard from him all night.
Yumuo disregarded his fathers use of the word 'Boy' and pointed at
himself with his thumb.
"Ain't no stopping the man!" Yumuo snorted. "After being around the
entire planet, you'd be surpassed at how even the 'Boy' can develop into
a monster fighter!"
Otomo decided to question Yumuo instead of pounding him.
"Them what happened to all this 'great power'?" he asked.
Yumuo's face fell as he was at loss for an answer; Ono looked at him
with sympathy, Katsue decided to intervene to avoid any additional
tension.
"Yes how was your trek of the world."
"Wonderful mother, we saw many great things!" Ono replied.
"And did a few," Yumuo laughed, quickly coming back to his jester
mindset.
"Like what?" Kitsui asked before snapping a hand to her mouth.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to intrude!" she mumbled through
her palm.
"That's quit all right Kitsui, the boy should answer for whatever
crimes he has committed!" Otomo said bitterly.
Yumuo raised his palms in denial.
"Wrong, I did nothing illegal in any of the fine countries, and Ono
will vouch for me."
All heads shifted to Ono for a response, including Kitsui who
already labeled him as the more trust worthy of the two.
Ono rolled his eyes in recollection before giving a nod that
surprised himself along with the others.
"Anyway,-"Yumuo continued with a sneer. "I remember a time when
there was a really awesomely cute babe in London-"
Ono spit out a mouthful of tea that Katsue stealthily avoided as if
it had happened before.
"Uh, Yumuo I think PERVERTED stories are a no, no as well!" he
interrupted.
"Really?!" he questioned as his eyes scoured the table.
He quickly drew annoyed looks from his father and Kitsui and a
weary nod from his mother as she sipped a bit a more tea.
Yumuo searched for other kinds of stories to tell, but found none,
sat down.
The Otomo moaned and slapped a hand to his head whiled Kitsui
maintained her look and Katsue continued to sip her tea.
"I got some stories for you," Ono said. "It was while we were in
Korea, learning the finer points of Crazy Ivan taekwondo. I remember it
clearly because it was last week."
The scene changes to the jungle depths of Korea in a small village
near a waterfall, Yumuo was chasing around the young town nubiles while
Ono was meditating with his uncle before training began.
"That was when we met two of the most powerful martial artist's we
ever would-" Ono continued to narrate.
"Hello, my name is Soonji Kim Hwang, of the Su Bak Crazy Ivan School
of Martial Art's, and this is my brother Cho. We saw you training
yesterday and wanted to know if we could join you, maybe even give each
other a few pointers?" asked the beautiful young woman, as she through
back her long golden brown hair.
The girls brother, wearing a blue and white gi like his sister, gave
the brothers uncle 'Gou' and Ono a cheesy smile while scratching his
short cut main.
Maintaining his meditative pose, Ono shifted his eye's toward Gou.
"Your council, uncle?" he asked just loud enough to be heard.
Gou grunted with wisdom.
"A martial artist who stops to learning stops being, you should see
this as a opportunity to improve yourself and others," he said.
Ono nodded.
"Thank you for your offer, we accept your proposal, and extend our
gratitude," Ono said with a bow of his head.
Soonji blushed, the man's incredible raw beauty a blatant integrity
gave her shivers she had felt before but never so strongly.
Wait those weren't shivers she noticed, but a pair a of hands
feeling the arch of her back and head toward her rear.
Soonji whirled on the hands before they reached their goal and
tossed the person they belonged to well into the air.
Yumuo landed with unparalleled skill, brushing away some dust from
his gi.
"Healthy girl there Ono, planning to entrance her as well?" he
asked.
"Yumuo! How dare you! That is a fellow-"
"I know, I know, 'Martial artist-' " Yumuo said cutting off his
brother. "I felt her battle aura
"'And other things!" Soonji added raising a fist. "You best not make
light of me! I am the champion of all this and the neighboring towns
warriors next only to my brother!"
Yumuo smirked
"And I am Yumuo Takajima," Yumuo mocked using his best theatrical
impression. "I am Master of the art of goosing and thievery of panties!
Loved by women, feared by men, and rivaled only by my preppy brother and
several...... other....... people....."
Soonji fumed with rage, as her brother tried to calm her.
Ono had now relinquished his sitting posture and was standing,
trying to decided whether stop to Yumuo or Soonji.
Remembering Yumuo's incredible fighting strength, Ono choose
preventing Soonji's inevitable attack.
But before Ono had the chance to move Gou outstretched a hand before
him.
"Don't...... Yumuo's behavior has a hidden purpose. Without so
much as a prior meeting or word spoken he discovered her greatest flaw."
"And what is that?" Ono asked.
Gou opened his shut eyes as Soonji began her attack.
"Her temper," he finished.
"I warned you!!!" she screamed.
Yumuo yawned as Soonji closed the gap between them.
Her first punched was parried by the youngest Takajima; her kick
ducked.
Yumuo flipped behind her with a airborne somersault.
Now totally inflamed, Soonji extended a collapsible bo staff in her
hand, attacking with a furry of strikes.
Yumuo became more serious, and slapped each thrust aside, retreating
ground as he did. By now the entire town had gathered to watch the
match, cheering on their champion.
One blow breached Yumuo's iron defenses, crashing him to the ground.
The crowd cheered, as Soonji stabbed her staff to the earth in a
glorious pose.
Gou and Ono remained silent on the porch of the cabin on which they
sat.
Soonji turned to them.
"Your comrade was wrong in his arrogance, and if he is the strongest
of your clan I do not believe we still wish to spar with you. Still
your wise words were much appreciated."
The two of them remained silent as Soonji listened to the crowd
gasp.
Soonji looked back at a now standing Yumuo.
"Is that all you got?" he asked with his hands folded behind his
back and arched eye brows.
Soonji stuttered with disbelief.
"Yes? All right then, now it's my turn," Yumuo fumed.
Before Soonji could regroup he had entered in, throwing dozens of
punches and kicks that could have landed but didn't.
Soonji found her self constantly pulling back, swinging madly at the
wall of attacks her opponent was launching at her, including the last
one, which a highly powerful punch that was changed to a open palm less
than a inch from her face.
Soonji fell to her rear in obvious defeat, her eye's buckling at the
towering Yumuo standing before her.
Cho dashed in front of his sister in a fighting stance, showing his
teeth.
"If you want her you'll have to get though me!" he said in his
thirteen year-old voice.
"I have no intention of hurting her pal, just sharing a bit of
experience," Yumuo said helping up the fallen girl.
"If you can't think clearly you can't fight thoughtfully," Yumuo
said tapping his temple with a finger, then continued. "Just don't get
so bloody angry your better than that-"
Soonji regained her composer and smiled, followed by a bow.
"Thank you," she replied.
"No problem.......now.......DATE ME!!!" Yumuo cried nearly throwing
himself on Soonji.
Soonji ducked below his attempt at embracing her.
"Wha....What are you talking about?!" she said, totally confused.
Yumuo seemed a different person now, crazed.
"All my life I've wanted a date, either my father stopped me with a
punch or all the women chased after my supposedly more attractive
brother."
"HE'S MORE ATTRACTIVE, DILLWEED!" the women of the crowd announced
in unison.
"SHUT, UP!" Yumuo returned, then focused back on Soonji. "But now I
have my ace in the hole."
"What do mean?!" said a now terrified Soonji.
"I beat you fair and square in combat while you had a _weapon,_
therefore you owe me, and the payment is a date!" said Yumuo approaching
the girl with arms outstretched like a zombie.
"Uncle, what is Yumuo showing her here?" Ono asked still standing.
Gou stood as well.
"Whoah boy," he replied. "He's just riding a hormone wave......."
Ono looked at him again.
"How can you tell?" he replied.
"Mainly that string of drool hanging for his lip," Gou returned.
Ono nodded.
"Suggestions?" he asked.
"GRAB HIM AND BEAT IT OUT OF HIM BEFORE WE LOOSE OUR CHANCE!!!!!!"
Gou screamed mindlessly running down and tackling Yumuo along side Ono.
"NO, STOP! I NEED TO TOUCH A FEMALE BODY!!!! A FEMALE BODY!!! STOP!
STOP! NOOOOOOOOOO!" Yumuo cried pathetically as a cloud of dust arose
around his painful antidote to abstain.
"Nice meeting you, and see ya' around!" said Soonji as her and her
brother ranoff to somewhat more familiar surroundings.
Yumuo folded his arms with embarrassment.
"You didn't have to tell them about that......." Yumuo grumbled.
Ono took a sip of tea and smiled an evil smile before laughing along
with rest of the table; minus Otomo.
"Oh yes I did, boy," Ono replied darkly.
"Well, that's wonderful boy's, but that still doesn't explain why
you returned before your training was completed!" Yomota cried slamming
the table with his fist.
"Calm down loony!" said Yumuo raising his hands in surprise and
false defense. "We're getting to that...."
"Yes father, you see, what happened is uncle lost control of
his.......little problem."
<Once upon a Korean night.....>
Yumuo is outside training privately while Ono and Gou where sleeping
in a well made straw and wood hut, snoring loudly.
Yumuo moaned s he continued to raise battle aura, his body glowing
from the purple haze which was his unique signature.
"Final technique........!" he began raising his crossed arms and
clenched fists above his head.
Then there was a disturbance in his focus.
Yumuo's field of visible energy irradiating out a foot from his
body, died away.
"all right, come on out kid......and let's get this over with,"
Yumuo moaned.
Cho leaped down from one of the many, many trees in the area.
The young boy, reaching a small apex of three feet, snarled as he
had earlier.
"You humiliated my sister, for that you will pay," said the small
man.
Yumuo rubbed his palm warily against his forehead.
"Oh, yea. Listen kid, I'm real sorry about that thing earlier. I
just really sexually frustrated and it got the best of me," said Yumuo
before the unforgiving child leapt in the air for an attack.
"That's to bad because it cost you your life!" he screamed soaring
down on the traveler.
Yumuo stepped to the side as the incredibly poor attack carried the
young warrior of into the river.
The Korean fighter cried helplessly as he was carried off the
growling lip of the waterfall.
"Poor, confused little man," Yumuo muttered.
"And that's when it happened," Ono continued.
Off in the distance it could be heard by the tiring Yumuo, a sound
that both brothers had learned to be wary of. The sound, of geese.....
"Damn it!" Yumuo cursed as the sounds of quacking and wings flapping
grew louder.
Gou leapt from the hut, waving his arms madly as he ran about the
small yard, mimicking the sound of, in his mind, his feathered brethren.
Ono ran from the hut in his boxers, quickly wiping the sleep from his
eyes.
"QUACK! QUACK!" Gou continued.
"Uncle, please stop uncle! Your loosing control again!" Ono cried
fiercely.
Katsue and Otomo nodded in understanding.
"I see Ono, there was no way you or the brat could have stopped my
brother if he had a case THAT bad," Otomo said sitting in a posture of
deep thought.
"Yes. Truly father, me and Yumuo tried to stop him but when he saw
us make sudden movements he became frightened and tried to fly away,"
Ono said deeply in remembrance.
"Basically. The guy screamed like a girl the whole time when he
thought we were attacking him, and when he tried to fly away he just ran
toward the cliff and took a header down the rock face," Yumuo mumbled
lightheartedly, sloshing the tea around in his mouth. Otomo choked
with anger at his youngest sons reaction.
"You self-serving swine, don't you even care about your beloved
uncle and teacher of the Hit and Run school of Martial Arts?!?" Otomo
screamed with overactive tears in eyes. Yumuo sneered up his face.
"I doubt he's dead Otomo, after all, YOU even told me that if such
a powerful fighter were to die, all other decent martial artist would
realize it, right?" he said.
"Exactly, decent martial artists, not hamburger munching idiots like
yourself," Otomo muttered into the boy's face. Yumuo growled and rose
to his feet.
"I'm taken just about enough from you old fool, LEEET'S GOOO!" he
cried and leapt at his father like a wild beast. Yumuo never saw were
the attack came from, or even realized that it wasn't from his intended
target, all he knew was that his jaw suddenly ached from pain that was
not there earlier and that the floor was approaching him swiftly. Upon
the impact, although dizzy, Yumuo flipped back up to his feet instantly,
pulling the walkman from his jaw. Yumuo glared at the device for just a
moment before looking at the on who threw it. "What the hello!" Yumuo
broke out, as he looked up at one of the most beautiful brunets that he
had ever seen. The girl was wearing a robe identical to Kitsui's and
her arm was still hanging low from throwing the cassette player.
"You are a dead man, whoever you are!" the girl said taking a
fighting stance. Yumuo just continued to glare at young woman's body
rather openly as she warily approached him. "I Atsui Asamizu, of the Hit
and Run school of Martial Art's, will defend its honor!!"
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Next on Nokomo High:
Who's this Atsui girl? What do you mean she's the next master
of the Hit and Run school of Martial Arts? High shcool, who's going
there?!?!? Next Episode: WELCOME STUDENTS!
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