le 11eme Doom : petite surprise inside

[Hiruma Vizzo]

The rain came down around Rosoku in a persistent wave. The descendent of Shinsei clutched his robes tightly against his body, and prodded his way through the forest, using his staff to guide his path. Ahead, he saw the road split into two paths. At the junction grew a pair of flowers, two lotus blooms. One was pale violet with broad, silken petals. The other was so dark that even the raindrops that fell upon it's petals did not shine.

Th path of the bright lotus shone with hope and opportunity, but not without cost. There would be those who would seek to destroy the enlightenment that lay ahead, or twist it to their own devices. On the path of the bright lotus, jealousy and ambition would bring destruction.

The path of the dark lotus was wreathed with uncertainty. None could tell friend from enemy. Those who pursued truth found only madness. On the path of the dark lotus, the only certainty was uncertainty.

On both paths, Rosoku saw noble heros take up arms against one another in the name of Emperor or Shogun. On the path of bright lotus, they fought for duty and honour. Heros charged across the battlefield to die with brilliant glory. On the path of the dark lotus, their motives were not so pure, and heros died unremembered in shallow graves. Rosoku could hear the words of Uikku echo through the forest. The Dooms seemed to be watching, waiting, hoping to twist the course of both paths to some unknown end.

"Do you hear them?" said another voice. "Is it not glorious?"

A dark skinned man stepped from the shadows of the forest. He was tall and muscular, with a shaven head in the style of a monk. He wore no shirt, displaying a muscular body painted in swirling tatoos of ebony and blood red. He smiled at Rosoku, a smile that bore only malice and insanity.

"Kokujin," Rosoku whispered, readying his staff. "What are you doing here?"

"For men of peace, the students of Shinsei are oddly eager for violence," Kokujin said. "I have not come to harm you, Rosoku. It would only be wasted energy in this place. I have come only to view my competitor."

"Competitor?" Rosoku asked.

"I, like you, am a student of prophecy," Kokujin replied. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, listening to the resounding Dooms as if they were sweet music. "We are much alike, Rosoku. Both heirs to a legacy of power and wisdom. Both teachers, seeking to spread that wisdom to others. There are only two differences between us. First, you wonder which of these paths is the right one. I have already accepted the potential that either holds... the potential for the only true enlightenment. Violence."

And what is the second difference?" Rosoku asked through gritted teeth?

Kokujin's smile broadened. "I know what the Doom of the Dragon is," he replied.

The tattooed man stepped away then, and was gone as quickly as he appeared. As the madman departed, Rosoklu could not help but feel some shred of his dwindling hope leave with him.

[Tsuruchi Nakata]

KO-KU-JIN! KO-KU-JIN! KO-KU-JIN!

[Bayushi Gug]

KOKUJIN POWER !!!

On peut avoir un stronghold Kokujin ? Et le retour des taouages, en corrompu ?

[Okuma]

Après tout, Kokujin il a bien crée sa propre famille dont faisait partie Kobai ...