Makoto had been feeling a sense of disgust for a few months now. He had stayed weak while others had surpassed him. How could he let a midget and a red skinned freak surpass him? Makoto walked outside his home and searched for a suitable punching bag. Makoto found a nice big boulder where he could practice his fighting styles. Makoto slowly punched his way through the boulder until it was nothing but dust. "Damnit. I need something alive to fight..." Stretching his arms he looked to the sky. "If only one of the others were here." Makoto sighed and returned to the city. Walking along the streets he saw a woman getting mugged in an alley. Walking over he grabbed the gun from the mugger's hand and crushed it. The mugger then threw a punch at Makoto he grabbed the punch and crushed the hand. As the mugger writhed in pain Makoto handed the purse back to the woman who quickly ran off. "Why does no one ever even say thanks?" Makoto sighed and continued on his way until a police car pulled in front of him. "Hold it right there. Put your hands where I can see them or-" The officer stopped when he saw who it was. "Damnit Makoto. You can't keep doing this shit." Makoto smiled a little and leaned on the car. "I know Frank I know. So how have you been?" As he said this Makoto took a bagel from inside Frank's squad car. "I have been pretty good." Frank rolled his eyes at Makoto then turned off his squad car recorder. "Makoto I have another job for you if you want it.: Taking a small parcel out from his glovebox, Frank handed it to Makoto. Makoto looked through it and grinned. "A person that can use Ki huh? Great, I have been bored to death fighting normal scumbags." Frank grinned back and drove off after waving goodbye at Makoto. "Well this should be fun."
End of part one.
