The oriental neighborhood of San Francisco is filled with legends and rumours. While its inhabitants and visitors carry on with their lives, criminals try to keep their illegal activities in the dark, away from the watchful eyes of the police. But there is someone stealthier, who might be able to change things Someone who has chosen a new path to take and, consequently, a new life. Oliver Borges WRITER
Jeo Pinho ARTWORK
Alpha EstĂşdios DIGITAL PAINTS
Washington A.C.Filho LETTERS
<Hayumma, Takeshi! OPEN THAT DOOR OVER THERE! WEâ€™LL GIVE THEM COVER.>
in my new life there are three basic requirements for survival...
courage, patience and, the most important of all, discipline.
None of these can be out of balance, or itâ€™ll be the end of me.
i need to know what to do, and when to do it. any mistake could be my last.
i already know what to do, i just need to wait for the right moment.
now! they are exactly where i wanted them to be...
now itâ€™s like a bunch of dominos lined up...
and all the pieces start to fall!
...one by one. painfully!
two pieces have now fallen...
‘the shadows are my haven, my greatest allies..
the mystery, the fear and the terror lurk in the shadows...
and while i’m submersed in them...
they will work in my favour.’
i didn’t understand at first why the old man made me keep repeating that all the time.
<let’s go up! now!!!> but now, i do.
they are desperate.
they are only puppets in this war, they know too little.
a swordsman?! that’s a rare sight, nowadays...
if he’s an amateur, half a second before attacking, he’ll show which direction he’s going to.
if itâ€™s a professional... heâ€™s gonna be a handful.
heâ€™s no professional...
only mikori is left now...
we’re in an open space...
relatively close to one another... fire power...
and i know exactly what to do, i’ve learnt this, and there is more than one way to do it. i’ve only got to decide which,
i’ve got it!
against the blade.
i duplicate the attack...
giving him an important choice to make:
and i know just how to do that...
the sword or me.
i only need to move fast and be sneaky, like an animal, like a wolf.
and he chooses to duck the sword, like the good boy that he is.
i have to confess one thing, mikori impressed me...
heâ€™s a business man, not a warrior...
but he is a long way from his henchmenâ€™s ignorance.
itâ€™s no wonder his fame grew in the underworld...
he knows his shit.
i didn’t believe it when they told me you were dead... and i was right!
it’s over, you fuck! enough now...
to teach the way of the wolf to a white guy was a sure way of getting us by surprise, but don’t think that’ll stop us...
he knows a lot more than i gave him credit for!
here’s a message for them: you have no idea what we’re planning on doing, you don’t know how big it’ll be! and, by the time you figure it out, this war will be over, and we’ll come out victorious.
do what you have to do! spare me of your crap, american.
who is he talking about?
go on, shadow warrior, go on with what you came here to do, finish your job! kill me!
for an instant, i recall the flower girl.
maybe he is right. someone like him represents a great threat.
go on, warrior... do it!
he really is serious! he acts like an ancient warrior, like the ones in the stories the old man used to tell me.
you don’t know shit...
he wants to die, i’m going to...
kill?! again? i...
you’re not ready yet!
you don’t even know who you are!
to have blood on my hands, i can’t... what am i...
shit! am i messing things up again?!
do you want a reason to kill me? or are you not who i think you are?!
who is this guy?
holy shit! he knows the rules.
who are you, boy?
he knows that if the face of a shadow warrior is seen, he only has two options: to kill the person or accept complete disgrace. by god will i have to...
you can’t do it now, huh? now i know who you are...
you don’t know what you’ve got yourself into, but you’re going to regret every second of it, kid... hahahahahahahaahah! farewell american! ... hahahaha...
for the first time ever, i’m missing canada, its mountains, the ice...
what a mess i’ve made today!
i feel like a complete idiot! well, the old man did warn me...
the girl...?! it can’t be!
suddenly, i catch myself thanking a God I thought i didnt believe in, anymore...
such a beauty... and i couldn’t protect her!
it’s better if i keep my distance, ‘cause in my new life...
janie, judie... or whatever your name is, you deserve a second chance. go back home, see your friends and family again, and sleep peacefully...
these things will never be there, not anymore.
Sao Paulo - Brazil 8:40 a.m.
*<for how long have you been here?>
<i thought you werenâ€™t coming back, this time>
<i stirred clear of the police front.>
<theyâ€™re everywhere.> <how touching.>
Hiuma! what are you doing here?!
<*> translated from japanese
<it’s nice to see such a close family, with so little love left in this world.>
<you know, you really do make a great couple. honestly! you two are a perfect match.>
<get going with what you came here to say, you dirty pig.>
<i have good news, very good news. the family really likes the jobs serpent’s doing. and as such, we’ve had a change of plans.>
<No, Hiuma! that was the last job! it’s over! we agreed it was just one more. i’ve had enough of these murders...>
<shouldn’t you be politer, when i’m bringing news about the family?>
<this man... his name is
Harry Malone, chief of the san
francisco police, in California. he’s been disrupting the family, and that should not carry on.>
<Ok. well, i’m going to give you a choice, so you don’t think i’m unfair.>
<how about this one? you see, i reckon i know this kid. his name is Tochio Shibaza, son of this foolish couple I know, who think they can question the family.>
so? who’s dying? the old man or this little boy?>
<you pig! i should...>
<he’ll do it! but please, don’t hurt our son!>
<Hiehehe, at least someone here is being coherent.> <someone understands....>
<... that nothing is more important than the family, hiehehe.>
<i’ll see you in california, hehehe.>
<you know they wonâ€™t stop there... this has to end.>
<today serpent killed five or six men, i donâ€™t know how many exactly...>
<what about our son?> sometimes in life...
<one more wonâ€™t make a difference.>
... we are the villains of our own story. and the more we try to change that, our pain, the pain of those involved and of those we love, sho w us what the truth is. in moments like these, we look for strength and hope, in every dawn,.
may it be in the smile of a son...
in the tears of a mother...
Or even in the blade of an assassin.
and every ray of sunshine can show us what we look for. the day has began, a new life has started, and a lot of things are still to come.
to to be be con con tinued? tinued?