The North, purely built on strength, hoards of adolescents clamor to the roar of two wheelers. Gathering to use their fists. This all began with a large uprising where the tower of sorcerers was destroyed and the entirety of the southern continent was destroyed by a large flood. Deep Regend Leviathan, that was the figure to the devastating world changing event that happened seven months ago. The current number one gang in the north is the Watanabe Scorpion's, rulers over District Twenty-five through Twenty-seven.
"Boss. Reo is confirmed to have passed."
"Tch…" Orion grimaced as he looked on at the news. "What happened to the hillside?"
"The southern districts are offering support, but the collateral damage is beyond supportable repair. Including any natural—"
"Enough! Do we have any reports from Salt-Water?"
"Not directly, rather a letter from Shen Dime."
"Just read it to me then."
"Then I shall summarize as it is quite long…?"
"…"
"'Shen Dime Company, in reference to Chief Executive Officer Ea'Sol Vaimiti's will. We ask you to dispose of the fleeting wind, the thorn that bleeds from the northeast. A swallow who has flown too close to the sun: snuffing out one of our dear flames. Please clean the plucked feathers from our table guests' eyes. Any soot left from our furnace that was too swiftly cooled, please clean as well. We thank you for your cooperation and we look forward to continued collaborative work.' That is all."
"Ha…haha…hahahaha! These fucking faggots! They make a mess in the east and now they want my help to clean it up. Any word from Lu Bu."
"From all accounts, our eyes and ears continue to see and hear that he is in continued isolation."
"For a man of such brawn, he sure got his whiles. What a guy. Hah, being a King so young is quite the hassle. Alright, gather my vassals. We muddy the bird's water before we burn the nest. Ain't that right?"
"Aye Boss."
Second in line to the throne of the North, sits District Nine and Thirteen's Motor Heads. Led by Grease Boy, Daddy Long-legs. His vice-captain Xiangliu Longwang is currently missing. A troubling predicament, but what could be equally worse is sitting with his enemy, Sasaki Kojiro of Swallowtail. Grease and him sat in a room owned by a man named Dante. Rad smoked a cigarette to calm his headache. A nightmare claimed his mind for the last week.
"As I have gathered y'all here, I propose the first non-regional exclusive gang alliance. I'll cut to the chase real quick too. Neither of you have a choice in the matter." Dante proposed.
"Hmm, sure, are you planning on taking out the tin can?" Kojiro asked.
"He's our first target."
"Nice for ya two, but what's in it for me?" Grease asked with crossed arms.
"You won't be killed."
"You think you can kill me?"
"No, but I bet the combined power of the North, West, and South can."
"And you think they would all join forces to take me out?"
"No, you would just be a simple stepping stone for a few of them. The two true power houses in this nation are the Zeroes, Shen Dime, and the Deft Hand. Do you notice a theme with whom I have just mentioned?"
"The North has Orion and me, it's preposterous to say we lack power."
"Not if one of you is already a lackey of the South. Especially if said lackey is considered the strongest singular human in the land. With titles like 'Watanabe's King,' 'Starfist,' 'Heavenly Answer,' 'The Untouchable Sting,' and oh, let's not forget, 'God's Champion.' I think I made my point."
"That's ridiculous, he would never…"
"How are you sure?"
"How are you so sure?"
"Do a little digging and you'll find this." Dante opened up an encrypted article about Shen Dime stations in northern districts, specifically District Thirteen. "I know you haven't fully cleaned up your newly obtained territory, but try finding some things before it gets cleaned out behind your notice."
"This is conspiracy nonsense!"
"Okay-okay, I figured you would say that, so here." Dante slid him a letter that had the broken seal of the South's lackey.
"Orion's seal…what is this?"
"Read it."
"A-a what? This can't be real… The Orion is challenging…and it's to this guy," Grease turned his head to look at Sasaki Kojiro, he was agape with shock. "Why…he has nothing of value, it's a complete risk, it makes no sense."
"Exactly. Now then, who could possibly have dirt and possibly have ruined one of Shen Dime's experiments on one of his casual strolls?"
"Reo…that article, they were really… I can't believe it."
"You'll be next by the way. Although I can't speak about my whole plan, I think you should realise by now, I'm no fool. I'm not stupid enough to challenge a god without at least thinking it through. So what do you say, motor head?"
"Haah, I don't know what the full plan is…but I suppose it's better than doing nothing. This is all on one condition, ya car boys gotta learn the North's way of doing things. I can tell ya got some potential, but both ya use the Mah like complete amateurs."
"The what?" Dante squared.
"You'll learn." Grease smiled menacingly.
"I brought you some flowers. Wasn't sure what ya would've liked." Rad sat near the bed that Janan laid in. "Ya know, I saw your vice-cap, seemed like a chill guy. Umm anyway, I know I talked a lot last time, I'll probably do the same again. Just to let you know, the Azure Dragons are planning on conquering the East. Dante, my captain, he's an ambitious one, yet he never speaks much on his intentions. I hope when this is all over that you can wake up to a better world than the one that night. I'm not sure if that will ever be the case, but it is my hope. Well then, I shall see you. This may be the last or at least…I may not see you again for a while. Rest well." Rad closed the door softly. Walking down the corridor a soft rage steamed off his skin.