Universal Studio Japan, the funderful wonderland of a Park located in Kansai. A popular tourist attraction with lots of food stands and hundreds of rides and the wonderful castle from Harry Potter! Many storm riders fight for this area due to the many different parts wars that can be held at various rides and attractions through out the park.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 3:03 pm
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As his kick connected with Fuji's right shoulder, Symon felt both a sense of accomplishment, but also a feeling of dread. Like a predator luring its prey in close and then going for the kill. Fuji didn't show any indication that the blow had caused him great pain, though he flinched slightly at the location. The crimson haired boy wrapped his scarf around Symon's calf, followed by a grip that no normal 12 year old child could ever possess by natural means. Flashing a quick smirk, Symon's stomach lurched as he was hoisted up from his position and spun around ferociously. He was tossed into the air like a bag of garbage, crash landing into a couple of the benches that people would sit in as they waited for the train.
Symon felt his right side burn with pain, peeling his jacket back to see a cut with blood beginning to stream out. He hissed at the mere touch of it, dabbing away the bodily fluid and scrambling to his feet. Currently things were off to a decent start, but Symon would have preferred more favorable odds. Surveying the area with the time granted to him, he took notice off a stairway and made for it without hesitation. Pushing forward with as much force as he could muster, Symon zoomed up the stairs via railing and walls into whatever area it led to.
Traversing up the rail had led Symon into a region quite foreign to him at the current time of day. The stars were out by now, decorating the night sky with their brilliant light. As breathtaking as the view was, the current predicament the Symon found himself in was his primary concern. He skated out of the tunnel, looking around for some indication as to where he could possibly be. Passing by a couple establishments and getting a good look at a few signs, it was safe to say that somehow Symon and Fuji had fought all the way to Kansai. He left small signs as to which direction he went for Fuji, who was sure to give chase and made his was to a place that had caught his attention. A place known as Universal Studios...
Fuji watched with keen eyes as Symon was sent careening off into some old benches. He'd slowed himself to a roll to see if the man could still continue this little game of Tag they were playing. He felt a sharp sting in his shoulder blade from where the kick had landed, but he'd press his hand onto the forming bruise while rolling his arm to keep it worked up. While he put up a brave front, he was surprised that this wound pained him at all; his guess was that it was taking longer than expected for his body to warm back up.
Working out the kinks in his arm he saw Symon scrambling back to his feet with a bit of crimson trickling along his head. Fuji gave chase while Symon looked around for something, if he wasn't going to act then the boy would, however, he'd thrown him quite far so it took a bit a of time to catch up to him. However, before he could fully approach Symon took off again, and like before, Fuji gave chase.
Through the tunnels and up the stairway they rode. Skidding along walls and grinding across rails, leaping over any obstacles they had to until they reached surface level again. Neither them had kept track of time but the time they'd returned to the outside world the sun had already set and the stars flickered in the sky. Fuji's sight was suddenly illuminated by a hoard of people and flashing lights. However, it hadn't yet registered to him where he was. Having vacated to a crowded area the boy assumed that Symon was attempting to lose him. His eye caught sight of a line of high-rising street lamps. He took his scarf and twisted it between his hands to then snap it out towards one of the poles' lanky necks. Like a grappling hook he'd whip himself skyward before coming to land on top of another pole.
Hopping from lamp to lamp his eyes were focused on the man beneath him. However, as concentrated as he was, there came a single moment where he got distracted. From this height he could see so much. The crowds of people, the flickering multi-colored lights. The numerous games and rides and attractions the likes of which he'd never seen before; all beneath a sea of stars.
Fuji let his childish mind wander off.
Snapping back a moment later he'd peer down to Symon, having just about caught up to him but still rode above him."Hey what the hell is this place? Where's the finish line?!"He called down to him, assuming that this was some sort of mapless race. Brows furrowed as his face appeared both serious yet completely clueless as to where he was.
The sharp pain in his side had died down as Symon entered the amusement park, scaling a few buildings within the immediate area in order to gain a vantage point. He placed his hand on his side and felt along the gash, slightly wincing at the pain. It had mostly dried up, but he knew that it could open up again if he wasn't careful. The sound of Fuji's voice made him turn to see the young boy atop a lamp post across from him. He was inquiring about their location, though Symon himself wasn't all too sure, but he couldn't let him know that.
"Let's say this is the final arena," Symon answered, pulling the zipper of his jacket and taking note of the bruise that was now forming on Fuji's shoulder. It seems that he at least made a lasting mark with his kick. "Finish line? Thought you wanted a fight? Sheesh...I mean I'd definitely run a Dash with ya kid. I'm sure that I'd leave you in my dust." He tapped his right skate to the ground and pointed at the hand mark on it, "Ya got a real grip, that much I can say."
Leaning against the pole on the roof, Symon would take a breather and wait for the kid to decide if he wanted to continue fighting or run a 'Dash'.
Being carried was NOT how Teppei had planned to spend his day. It didn't take long for him to stop putting up a fight, there was no point, what with his injuries and all. It had started out with great vehemency, cursing and the most violent threats Teppei could come up with and voice at the same time, and then it had devolved into petty childish whining, finally it became simple muttered grumbling.
"Next time, ya damn coot, just ask me! Don't go scooping a guy up and carrying him like some child in need of their parents! ********' degrading!" As he muttered the final words Teppei fought free of the larger man's arms and dropped to the ground, just in time to witness all of the insanity that was Symon and the strange child racing. It was something that Teppei had missed greatly in his time in the detention facility. Seeing people competing had Teppei feeling an intense sense of excitement. Such a long time of sterile boredom had him feeling intense enjoyment at the new stimuli.
"Okay. Definitely worth it. This is ********' awesome." Teppei gave Daigo a nudge the side and a large smile as he watched the scene play out in front of him.
”You would have said no if I asked you,” Daigo answered knowingly, albeit just a little apologetically. He was sincere, but at the same time, acknowledged that this was the only way to transport Teppei in any reasonable amount of time.
To the man's credit, he adjusted his grip the moment they came to a slow, shifting to allow Teppei to sit upon his shoulder, which would have been a very uncomfortable task to anyone that was slightly smaller than the gigantic man was. His touch was firm yet gentle and he handled Teppei as if the boy were made of fine china. Only when he was secure did Daigo turn his attention to the event at hand.
”Are all trek challenges just races with punching and kicking?” He remarked several moments later, with genuine curiosity.
With the uncertainty of this being a race or a fight the boy piped up with an idea in mind."Let's make it a race, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't handicap myself, doesn't mean I can't punch yah though!"He chimed, flexing his bicep and slapping it with his opposite hand. For a moment the boy scanned his surroundings, from where he stood there was much that he could see, but there was a ride in particular that caught his eye.
The Hollywood Rip Ride Rockit A high rising roller coaster ride with a steep plummet. Full of twists and turns, tunnels, and loops. A classic ride at the theme park but one that's grown a little less popular over the years. The line hadn't been too long and they were just starting to put everyone on board. He had no idea what that thing was but it looked incredibly fun. Fuji extended a finger towards the structure.
"There! We ride up, we race down. First one to hit the end wins!"
Fuji brimmed with confidence, ready to continue the fight. He begun making his way over to the ride though he had no plans on actually getting on it nor the height requirement for the ride itself.
Looking in the direction that Fuji pointed to, Symon could see a roller coaster ride that practically dwarfed all others around it. He smirked, nodding in agreement and followed behind the boy as he formulated the plan in his mind. From what he gathered from their short scuffle, Fuji was indeed strong. However, Symon was definitely outclassed him in speed and had a shot at winning, provided he focused on reaching his top speed. Though the boy was sure to make it difficult and if he managed to grab Symon, it would be a problem.
The pair reached the attraction as the last group of customers were boarding the coaster. Skating around, Symon waited for the employee stationed at the ride was not paying attention to the coaster itself, but informing the remaining customers that they had just boarded the last group for the evening. Just as the ride took off in order to reach it starting point, Symon quickly leaped onto the back and allowed it to carry himself all the way up. A few children turned to see Symon, latched onto the back and he put a finger to his lips, giving them a wink and adjusting himself once the coaster stopped.
Watching the coaster race along the rails, Symon would wait for Fuji to reach so the could begin this race.
The words the old man delivered with a dry tone drew a chuckle from the perched young man. "That's half the fun! Some people just ride when they compete, others are a little more... passionate! It's hard not to wanna fight it out when you see someone pullin' ahead on you! You gotta know what it feels like to not wanna get left behind, right?" As Teppei spoke he spared on short glances towards the much older man, giving brief moments of eye contact. Did he just gloss over the fact that Daigo had called him out on his unwillingness to be carried? Yes. Was he going to draw attention to that fact? Hell no.
As he continued to watch the exchange betwee the two storm rider's Teppei felt himself growing more and more excited, looking forward to what was to come. It would be amazing ot be able to ride again, it would just take a few days of recovery before he'd be able to at least move around on his treks. Nothing strenuous but at least he'd be able to move on his own again.
"Doesn't this make you wanna try too old man? The way they're so carefree? That's what life should be like! ******** all this bullshit about rules and laws, those just get in the ********' way!" The youth spoke with a naive and idealized view, his eyes shining with the belief that the world would be a better place if not for all the rules.
As a wee tot, Daigo had been the type of child that always colored within the lines. He followed the rules, and completed his projects and studies without question or complaint. As such, he turned into the sort of student that made the Dean's List every semester, and attended many of those pointless little ceremonies where he received a tiny little medal for being the cream of the crop.
As such, he grew into the sort of adult that followed every step of protocol no matter how boring or pointless it was. This also meant that he was the kind of person that would walk an extra twenty feet to a crosswalk to step across an empty street. The old man was so straight-laced that he could have written a book about a guide to safe-living and would have been genuinely delighted to do so.
This also, of course, meant that he was exactly the type of person that could purchase such exciting literature.
As a result, Teppei's concept of casual anarchy and ignited only one thing within heavily-scarred, chemical-scarred noggin: confusion. He looked at Teppei with a frown. ”That's a little reckless though, isn't it?”
Unlike his witty friend here, Fuji was going into this fight with absolutely no plan whatsoever. The boy had always relied purely on instinct over planning, given the numerous variables and unknown-unknowns it was a thought process he'd discarded long ago.
Symon was fast. Fuji had to be faster. It was as simple as that.
The redheaded boy was much less subtle than his opposition, but still somehow managed to stay in the clear of getting caught. His lack of height and a stroke of luck allowed him to hit the employee's blind spot right as he started the ride. Fuji, too, latched onto the rear of the cart as it begun its ascension heavenwards once securing his scarf snugly around his waist. They were slowly gaining traction as they reached the top and as they stopped he'd turn to Symon to show off one last s**t-eating grin, fixing the headband strapped to his forehead.
Now was as good a time as any to test the limit in his current form.
Facing forwards he'd suck in a deep breath of air, refocusing his gaze to the track in front of him. Exhaling through his nose his chest would puff out as the blood flow in his body pumped through numerous places at once. Adrenaline flowed through him as he'd redistribute the blood and mass in his body to revert to a more familiar form; familiar to him anyway. He'd become taller, about an inch or so taller than Symon. His muscles expanded but immediately contracted several times as if flexing to truly get the blood flowing through them properly. What was once some lanky looking preteen had shifted into a linebacker for Varsity. He bent at the knees and as he did the metal beneath him give a feint creek, yielding to his mass.
"Last one down's a rotten egg..."
Once the roller-coaster begun its roll over the edge, Fuji used the firm grip he had on its rear along with his bent form to shoot himself like an arrow right before the cart's big drop. Rolling through the air, he'd keep a low profile is he'd grind along the roof of the first loop to gain some extra momentum before quickly hopping from that too.
After being cramped up in that tube for so long, it felt nice to be able to stretch his legs out like this again. Fuji was slowly transitioning back to normal.
With the race continuing to progress before his eyes, Teppei found himself watching both Symon and the brat with jealous eyes, in between glances to Daigo as the older man seemed to process his words. The older man had a frown on his face as he watched Teppei and the young man felt himself tensing up. He'd forgotten for a moment that standing before him was an adult who hadn't grown up like himself. This was a much more straight-laced person that he was keeping company with if the old man's words were any indication anyways. Speaking of recklessness like it wasn't the lifeblood of youth.
Teppei's eyes turned from the race to look at Daigo more fully, giving the man his full attention for the first time since they had arrived on the scene. Teppei had a cooler look on his face, not cold or cruel, but a blank face.
"Way I see it, Mr. Crabs? You can take some risks, be reckless and win big or lose big, or you can take the safe route, play by rules someone else has written and when they decide to change the rules you'll lose it all. Seems like an easy choice for me." The young man gave a twisted and bitter grimace for a moment before turning his eyes back to the race, his previous excitement cooled, and his grin replaced by something far more cynical.
"Those two up there? They're freer than anyone else in this entire place. All these thrill rides and fun little amusements meant to shock and awe. Meant to trick you into thinking you're in danger or you're seeing something amazin'?" A sound of disgust issued from the boy as he glanced over the park.
"It's all fake. Just people tryin' to feel even a bit of what those two are feelin' while they race right now. Symon and the brat? They ain't fakin' it. If that's reckless I wouldn't wanna be any other way..." Teppei shrugged and purposefully directed his gaze away from the older man, not wanting to reveal what was in his eyes. The obvious disgust for many of the people around the two spectators.
Following the same maneuver but less subtle, Fuji also latched onto the back of the cart. He flashed another grin, then suddenly grew an inch, maybe two above him and his muscles became more developed than his. It was like he had hit puberty twice and Symon was thoroughly confused, but his questions could wait. Slinging out his final taunt, Fuji careened over the edge with a burst of speed leaving Symon behind. He used the momentum of the coaster to launch himself over to the top of the first loop and onward.
Clicking his tongue in disapproval, Symon dropped down into a crouch and followed a short distance behind the coaster. He waited until the cart began to climb the loop before speeding up, swiftly hopping left and riding up the track as the coaster finally began to close in on him. Crossing his arms behind his back, Symon leaned forward, knees bent in order to apply more pressure to his skates and jetted forward with a burst of air released from his trecks.
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◆ Air Stream!: The beginning riders of the famed Death Road begin their aggressive journey with a very volatile (but necessary) skill. The natural run of a Death Rider is composed completely of powerful strides. This characteristic is combined with the mechanical effects of insane braking heat released at incredible speed rates. Though the more inexperienced riders are not yet at a point where they can properly propel the heat, they can expel it in a 'nitrous stream'. By building a massive amount of heat through acceleration of their natural run, the heat will naturally cycle the circumference of the wheel, gathering as a light glowing tint of orange. The layered heat is released in specifically timed strides wherein the user stomps and tilts forward, pressuring and braking with the front wheel for a brief second. Despite the instance of braking in the treks, the user actually shows no sign of having attempted to stop. Instead the nitrous stream funnels out from behind the treks, forcing a massive speed increase to reach max in a matter of moments. The release used in the Air Stream trick is a juvenile version of the more powerful, compressed, ones used later on. This trick can only be used every other post. This is a D Rank Trick.
Having gotten a slight advantage right out the gate meant that Fuji wouldn't be so easily left behind. As expected, however, the man had taken a different approach yet was still hot on his tail. As he made his leap from the loop to shoot across to another risen part of the track he'd peer over to his side to see that the carrot top had caught up to him, streaks of wind licking his heels."Man, you're really fast!"He'd call out from the adjacent track. Had Fuji not preemptively pushed off he may not have been able to keep up.
After hitting maximum acceleration the duo rode along the coaster tracks at opposite ends, the speeding cart actually dragging behind behind them given its inability to improvise from its predetermined route. Fuji kept his knees bent, holding a low profile and dropping his wind resistance. His weight shifted to adjust to his speed, maintaining his maximum acceleration by empowering his legs on dips for more traction and sinking power while harmonizing where he needed some lift. The boy did keep a pattern however, he rode straight and true. He didn't waste time with turns, spins, and loops, instead he'd build momentum and hop from one part of the track to the next without losing speed.
As this race continued they were speeding towards the start of a tunnel, the coaster far behind them now. Eyes fixated to the tunnel's ceiling as his right arm swelled with mass. Rippling veins and muscle he'd shoot his arm stretch up, his fist colliding with the worn concrete and cinder block with a cataclysmic strike. The material crumbled and collapsed as they passed through the tunnel, sealing the entrance behind them while rattling the cove itself. Luckily, there was enough time for whoever was monitoring the ride to stop it before the cart ran into the pile of rubble whose bits slowly collapsed from the ride.
He simply watched the two young men ride. Concrete was shattered with a cloud of dust and a crunching sound that seemed to echo throughout the area and yet, the two youths powered through the rubble, seeming unfazed. He would not deny the truth in Teppei's words, nor would he fault the others for taking it to heart.
”And what do you do when the cost of your risk is everything?” He asked aloud after several long moments, though the question didn't seem to be particularly geared for Teppei. ”What happens when you choose to embrace that side of you and it ends up wounding everyone around you that you've held dear?” He didn't look to the young man in his arms as he spoke. His gaze was directed towards the racing daredevils as he slowly rolled along, parallel to their endeavors so that they would remain within sight.
”I took a gamble once,” he murmured, his voice hardly louder than the distant whining of wheels on rubble. ”It cost me everything... And even then, I feel as if it were the innocent ones in my life that were forced to foot the bill.”
