Another Hanma In A World Of Martial Arts Anime

Walking through the slightly dirty street, I looked around, seeing p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.es and many different criminals going about their specific trades.

Drug dealers selling drugs, mob enforcers beating the shit out of someone, etc, etc.

Within the past 100 meters, there'd been 5 attempts to rob me. All of them had been repelled with little effort but more and more just kept coming. You'd think they wouldn't run at the guy with a weird Kitsune mask on, who can backhand people meters away like he was waving away a fly. But no, apparently these criminals are stupid.

Where am I? A place I never expected to be in this world. Roanapur, a fictional city in Thailand, from the anime/manga Black Lagoon. It was pretty surprising to here of this place from Oliva, and even more surprising to know that a member of Yami was living here.

Walking through the neon lit streets, I looked around for the building where I'd find the people I needed to find. It didn't take long.

Kicking in the door, I saw multiple Russian men shout at me in, well, Russian, before a few of them scrambled for their guns. Even if I had been using Oliva's 'super-protein' and doing the exercise, I didn't have the confidence to take a bullet in the same way as him, so I quickly charged the men before they were ready.

They were well-trained, as I knew they would be. They were ex-military, maybe even ex-spetsnaz.

But in front of someone on my level...most soldiers were akin to normal people. Which meant that I cleared the room without any trouble, knocking the majority of them out and only leaving one of them conscious, albeit in quite a lot of pain.

"Where is Miss Balalaika?" I asked in Russian, having learnt it a few years ago. I hope it isn't too bad. All I got in reply was spit on my mask, and angry cursing. "Okay then, the hard way..." I mused before dragging the man over to a table.

Time to put my knowledge of the human anatomy to the test...

. . .

"You're a hard woman to find, Miss Balalaika. Now, can you please be more compliant than your subordinates? I only want to know the location of a single person, after all," I nonchalantly asked, a smile on my face even if it was under my mask and the woman in front of me couldn't see it.

Speaking of the woman in front of me, she's a tall, blonde haired blue eyed woman with scars across her face, neck, and probably other areas of her body. Though they don't take away from the sheer beauty of the woman, she herself seems to think so, by the way she turns the right side of her face away from people when they look at her. Probably because there's one big scar on that side of her face that goes across her eye and down her cheek.

Other than that, her body is quite curvaceous, while still keeping a firm and athletic look. It's quite appealing, if you ask me.

Right now, she's wearing a wine red skirt suit with black stockings and black high heels. Her nails are long, and painted pink and she's also wearing rose-colored lipstick.

But right now, the woman, who I knew as Balalaika, wasn't looking very happy with a scowl on her face, "You come into my building, assault my men, torture some of them for my location...and yet you say you've only came here for a single question?" she spoke in heavily accented Japanese, despite me beginning the conversation in Russian. Perhaps my Russian is a bit shit? "What guarantee would I get that you wouldn't kill me and my subordinates after you get your answer?"

Shrugging, I came a little closer to me, "Well, I'm not the bloodthirsty type. But if I wanted your men dead, I'd have killed them after I got your location out of them. The same applies to you - if you answer me, I'll be on my way. If not, we can only go about this in a harder, more brutal way...and I'd hate to have to torture another person today. Especially such a beautiful woman," I quipped, trying to lighten the mood a little, yet all she did was scoff at my compliment.

She seemed to think for a little before finally, she closed her eyes and sighed, "Go ahead. Ask your question," but by that time...I'd already been grabbed and thrown out the window by the person I wanted to meet.

I spun in the air before using my Ki to slow myself down mid-air and let myself fall down onto a roof.

Looking back at the window, I smirked, seeing a blond Russian man with weird, black sclera and ice blue irises. If I didn't know better, I would assume he was a part of the Kure Clan. But he wasn't, he was just born weird.

The man turned to Balalaika, asking if she was alright, and the scarred woman gave her answer with a salute. Then the man turned to me, and I was assaulted by such killing intent that my body shook.

But not in fear. Rather, in pure excitement.

Knowing this man was above me in terms of technique, I activated the weird power that turned my skin red, as a slight amount of steam boiled off of me. At first, I thought this was like Ohma's 'Advance' technique, yet it didn't seem to effect me in a negative way, only positives. It was like my own Removal Technique or my own Super Saiyan Form.

The hotter my body got, the stronger I became, and the more I pushed the form, the hotter I got. So as a fight progresses, I get stronger. It's a miraculous form, and I can only wonder how I got it, or whether it's a mutation in my Hanma bloodline.

Nonetheless, it's my own form. I call it 'Overdrive' because that's pretty much what it does.

The blond-haired man disappeared from his position before appearing in front of me, an angry scowl on his face.

"Is there any reason to why you came and attacked my Captain's subordinates? Or was it simply to draw me out?" he asked in a heavy accent similar to Balalaika's.

Laughing, I gave a '50/50' shake of my hand, "Kinda. I wanted to find you so we could talk and fight, but this situation works just as well. Though I do have a question to ask you after we fight, Alexander Gaidar," I said and before he could react, I took the initiative and charged at him.

I flashed in front of him, heat pillowing off of me, and I sent out a lightning fast Front Kick, putting the ball of my foot into his diaphragm area.

Alexander huffed before twisting his torso out of the way and grabbing my ankle between his arm and his ribs, with his armpit. He went to spin me, but using the support of his grip, I flipped my other leg up and sent a roundhouse kick right toward the center of his face, forcing him to let me go and retreat.

Landing back on my feet, I looked toward Alexander, a member of Yami and a practitioner of Combat Sambo, a brutal and excited smile spreading across my face, "You can do better than that, Alexander! Show me the power of a Grand Master of YAMI!" I roared before once again charging at him.

I set up a feint, going to send out a straight punch, but just as quickly as I set it up, I dropped to the ground and sent out a low-sweeping kick, taking Alexander's legs out from under him. His legs, while tempered to the Grandmaster level, were like sticks compared to the monstrous physical density of mine, and were quite easily swept from under him.

I let my foot carry me in a 360 fashion, before I stood up straight and using the left over momentum from the sweep, I brought my leg up, vertically, before swinging it downward like a hammer.

The Axe Kick slammed into Alexander's horizontal form, but he didn't go down. Smiling, I saw that he'd put his feet on the ground to stop me from slamming him down into it. Though there were dozens of cracks spanning outward from his feet, he looked quite unharmed. How? Because he'd caught my foot with his hands, stopping the impact before it hit his torso.

"I see that meeting you in a match of brute force would only lead to my defeat...luckily, Combat Sambo isn't reliant on brute force," Alexander said in a carefree voice before he quickly lifted my body up with a huff before spinning me around and slamming me into the ground.

It was like being in a tornado for a few seconds, everything was a blur, even to my brilliant kinetic vision and innate reaction speed.

The force of the throw used my own massive weight against me, and it shook my bones and my internal organs. Yet I still smiled like some kind of savage, and simply turned up the heat of my Overdrive Form. There was a limit to how much heat I could handle, but with my strong body, that level of heat was quite high. Far away from what I was currently using, at least.

Grabbing into the partially destroyed roof, I flipped myself back up before rushing Alexander.

"Come on, Alexander! Fight harder!" I roared once more, hoping to get a rise out of him. Yet all I got was a huff as Alexander dropped into a stance.

I sent a barrage of punches at him, and all Alexander did was block or redirect them. It didn't annoy me, only excited me as I added some feints to the mix and increased my punching speed and power. Though the roof we were on was giving way, we didn't care. Even Alexander was cracking a smile during our fight, his Dou Ki flaring as he counter attacked.

Finally, the roof gave way under our clashes, and we fell into the room below us. Luckily, this was an abandoned house, so no one got hurt. Not that I think either of us would care right now, we were too drawn into the fight.

Unfortunately, I messed up and fell for a feint, as Alexander collided an elbow against the cheek of my mask, shattering it.

Prick. He'd been aiming for the mask for a while, and now that he'd got it, he smirked in victory.

"That mask cost quite a bit, you know?" I spat out some blood, scowling at Alexander. The blond man only laughed.

"You already know who I am, it seems, yet please allow me to introduce myself; I am Alexander Gaidar, a member of Yami and of the One Shadow Nine Fists, the Fist of Destruction! What is your name, brat?" he smiled in a way that would have seemed gentlemanly if it weren't for the fact that his clothes were ripped and his teeth were covered in his own blood.

"You may call me Yukiro," I simply said before dropping into a more defensive stance. I'd had my fun punching at him, now it was the time to refine my defense.

Seeing my intention, Alexander didn't deny me it, and charged at me.

Despite my best efforts, he still grabbed me by my collar before throwing me through a wall, all the while, following me and laying in punch after punch. I may outmatch him physically due to my absurd body constitution, but his skill is far beyond my own. Though I still blocked most of the punches thrown at me, I couldn't do it properly, leaving my arms aching like I'd let someone hit them with a sledge hammer.

The fight continued for a few more hours, each of us slowly increasing our power as time went by. With Alexander using more powerful techniques, and with me increasing the power of my Overdrive Form.

The abandoned house we were in was slowly destroyed, and all we were left in was the rubble of the house. But sadly, every fight has to come to an end.

"Thunderbolt In Extreme Winter!" Alexander gave a low shout as he spun me around many times faster than any of the other spins he'd done on me. We were currently high up in the air after I was thrown up here by Alexander, and knowing what was coming next, I tensed and flexed all my muscles to prepare myself for the impact.

As soon as the shout entered my ears, I felt myself get thrown to the ground with such strength that I felt the bones in my body shake all over like they were on the verge of cracking.

Before I knew it, I collided with the ground, a massive boom threatening to turn me deaf came from my collision with the ground, and even my dense bones couldn't handle the impact and broke. Multiple of them cracking, and some of them even snapping.

What a throw.

Alexander landed next to me, his state being only slightly better than mine.

"You can really throw a punch, brat...I wonder, why did you pick me specifically to fight?" he spoke in a strained voice as he sat down next to my collapsed form, "I'm sure there were plenty of people who could satisfy your urge to fight. But you chose me specifically. Why?" he asked, curiosity flooding his tone.

Coughing up some more blood, I spat out the metallic-tasting liquid before shuffling my body up into a sitting position. I cast a glance at Alexander, "What? Not going to kill me? Isn't that what you Yami Members usually do?" I quipped despite my situation.

My body rapidly started to cool down, the steam coming off of me slowly disappearing.

"You gave me a good fight, and yet you never aimed to kill me. You were just fighting me to test yourself and refine your style. I can let you off this time. Now answer my question," he impatiently said as he brushed off the dust from his silk shirt.

"I came to fight you because...I want to learn Combat Sambo from you, and the fight was to see if it was worth learning or not," I said, and ignoring Alexander's shocked face, I smirked before continuing, "So? Wanna teach me Combat Sambo?"