Chapter 39: Fuma Yukika
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 39: Fuma Yukika
At that very moment.
On an underground site known to all who live in the Japanese underworld.
An anonymous post appeared on the free-for-all message board of the Japanese server, known to locals as the medieval Japland branch of the darknet.
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1\. Posted by an Anonymous VIP: 2017/05/03(Wed) 13:27:18.47 ID:lokoisGod
My friend who works for the EE Security Team just contacted me. Is it true the Black Yaksha is back from the grave?
2\. Anonymous Contractor
It's true. Heard the God of Destruction himself confirmed it. Besides, he was just spotted fighting in Akihabara, and rumors are spreading all over Tokyo. The EE guys set off an EMP to control the info, so no one has video, but there must be dozens of people who saw them fight.
3\. Posted by an Anonymous VIP: 2017/05/03(Wed) 13:28:37.13 ID:lokoisGod
Holy shit….
4\. Anonymous Hacker
But isn't the Black Yaksha all hype? He's a 10-year-old relic; I bet the stories are exaggerated as hell.
5\. Passing Anonymous User
???
6\. Anonymous Acupuncturist
?????
7. Anonymous Fighter
???????
8\. Posted by an Anonymous VIP: 2017/05/03(Wed) 13:30:23.47 ID:lokoisGod
lol look at this fucking newbie's baiting skills lmaooo. The Black Yaksha is a bubble, alright. An unbelie-'bubble' one.
9\. Anonymous Hacker
If you want to refute me, then 'explain it to me.'
10\. Anonymous Acupuncturist
You know… if the young man doesn't want to look up the information himself, I wish he'd just shut his mouth. It makes me want to sew his lips shut with a needle.
11\. Anonymous Fighter
First time I've ever seen someone call one of the legendary Seven Fist Masters overrated. You got a death wish or something? I'm not far from you, pal.
12\. Passing Anonymous User
(This comment has been deleted by Ivan's elite guard)
13\. Anonymous Patriot
[Image of a waving Japanese flag] If you're Japanese, please stan the Black Yaksha, the only Japanese member of the legendary Seven Fist Masters.
14\. Anonymous Hacker
[Image of a foreigner surprised by an automatic taxi door] Don't you ever get tired of your nationalist bullshit?
15\. Anonymous Patriot
[Image: 49 Amazing Things About Japan That Shocked the World!] Nope, never~ Always thrilling~ Always new~
16\. Passing Anonymous User
Why is that fake patriot always on this board? Is he a ghost haunting this place?
17\. Posted by an Anonymous VIP: 2017/05/03(Wed) 13:40:55.06 ID:lokoisGod
Honestly, I think it's a real possibility. Go outside for once!!!
18\. Mr. Anonymous Who Loves Anonymity
The fact that the NINJAs appearing in 'Sasuke Ninja Scroll' are historically accurate is also written in the Kojiki.
19\. Anonymous Acupuncturist
I'm losing my mind….
20\. Anonymous Hacker
But if the Black Yaksha is as amazing as you guys say, why did he suddenly disappear without a word? I thought he was the strongest contractor in the underworld.
21\. Go-player Regular
Heh heh heh... Allow this old man (老夫) to explain....
22\. Anonymous Fighter
We didn't ask you, grandpa. Go back to bed.
23\. Anonymous Acupuncturist
Am I the only one fucking annoyed that he insists on writing 'old man' in Chinese characters?
24\. Go-player Regular
The Black Yaksha... that is, the 17th Fuma Kotaro, leader of the Fuma Ninja Corps, began to distinguish himself on a certain summer night back in the year 1999...
25\. Anonymous Hacker
Someone give me a TL;DR.
26\. Posted by an Anonymous VIP: 2017/05/03(Wed) 13:48:21.36 ID:lokoisGod
The God of Destruction, Ivan, wanted to find a worthy opponent, so he hosted the first God of Fist tournament in 1999. Some crazy strong NINJA showed up out of nowhere, slaughtered all the other ninjas, made it to the finals, and became a legend.
27\. Go-player Regular
The God of Fist Tournament... a place where the world's most formidable fighters gathered, seeking wealth and fame... A man clad in a black ninja suit appeared out of thin air...
28\. Passing Anonymous User
lololol How long is this roleplayer gonna keep this up?
29\. Anonymous Patriot
Japanese NINJAs are invincible, and the Black Yaksha is a god.
30\. Anonymous Contractor
You're actually a fan of the 'God of Manga,' aren't you?
31\. Anonymous Patriot
Aaargh! No!
32\. Anonymous Fighter
The 'God of Manga' must be something else if he can make even the guy who mindlessly spams patriotic pics freak out....
33\. Anonymous Contractor
'Sasuke Ninja Scroll' is. very. interesting.
34\. Posted by an Anonymous VIP: 2017/05/03(Wed) 13:55:27.53 ID:lokoisGod
Yeah, no~ Your 'God of Manga' is a one-trick pony with great art but a shit story~
35\. Go-player Regular
At the end of the century... a time when the world was abuzz with Nostradamus's prophecies and the God of Fist tournament, a black-haired prodigy suddenly appeared and threw down the gauntlet to the world's strongest fighters...
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"……."
It was a rare Golden Week holiday, but Fuma Yukika couldn't go back to her hometown because of her part-time job. After skimming the anonymous post on the darknet message board, she began to get ready to go out, half-doubting, half-believing.
The Black Yaksha (黑夜叉), Fuma Kotaro, mentioned on the board was her father, who had left home about ten years ago.
She didn't know if the Black Yaksha spotted in Akihabara was really her father, but it was worth checking.
Will he even remember my face?
Just ten years ago, the Fuma Ninja Corps hadn't been in such dire straits. But when her father, the central pillar of their clan, left the village, it naturally fell apart.
As everyone in the clan left their hometown to find a way to survive, their power gradually dwindled. Now, they were barely managing to keep their name alive.
Though she hadn't even met him yet, a storm of emotions churned within her.
She wanted to ask why he left the village, why he abandoned her.
"Father…."
Awkwardly muttering the word she hadn't used in so long, Fuma Yukika locked the door to her studio apartment and headed for Akihabara, where the Black Yaksha had been seen.
*
Dodging the public eye, we slipped into the complex alleyways of Akihabara and made our way to a coin laundry.
Whirrrrrr—
As the washing machine tumbled my hooded jacket, which was covered in dirt and the kidnappers' blood, I turned to Sasha, who was staring at her smartphone with a bored expression.
"So, what's the plan now?"
Sasha looked up from her screen and answered.
"First, I want to do some sightseeing in Akihabara."
"Aren't you a fugitive?"
"You beat them all up, so I should be fine for a few hours. For now, just protect me until 7 PM, like we agreed."
Since I had already received the down payment, I couldn't really argue with her decision.
Instead, I decided to discuss something that had been bothering me.
"By the way, I'm surprised nothing about our fight showed up online."
Honestly, with that many witnesses, it wouldn't have been strange for a video or two to have been recorded.
But after checking several internet forums, it was strangely quiet, with no mention of the incident.
Sasha crossed her legs with a relaxed expression and said, "That's probably because of the EMP."
"EMP?"
"When Easter Egg Company's combat agents are on a major operation, the first thing they do is deploy an EMP pulse to disable all electronic devices in the area. Videos spread like wildfire on social media these days, you know."
"What about the forum posts?"
"That would be information control, in cooperation with the Japanese cabinet. It's well within the capabilities of Easter Egg Company."
I was starting to get curious about this Easter Egg Company she kept mentioning.
Hearing my question, Sasha explained with a serious look on her face.
"EE is short for Easter Egg Company, a massive Russian arms manufacturer."
"...Why would such a powerful company want to kidnap you?"
"I told you earlier, didn't I? I'm the child of someone in a pretty high position in Russia."
"Right, you did."
To be honest, things had happened so fast that I'd half-forgotten.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Just then, the alarm signaled that the wash cycle was finished. I opened the machine's door and pulled out the now-clean hooded jacket.
It was soaking wet.
I put it into the coin dryer next to the washer and started it. Turning to Sasha, who was leaning against the laundromat's glass wall and yawning, I asked, "So, where do you want to go next?"
"Hm? Isn't it obvious?"
Sasha turned her smartphone screen toward me.
"If you're in Akihabara, you have to go to a maid cafe."