“Guessing you don’t leave the big cities very often, huh? Land of Gurumes is one of the biggest farming villages on Earth. If you’ve eaten produce that grows from the ground, you’ve probably had some of their products at one point or another. No idea how a farming village, even one of the at scale, could afford to put together such a sizable army. Don’t know much beyond that, myself. And as for dragon balls… I’m just as lost as you…” Once again, Gyoza paused and took a moment to bring up the phone of his dashboard, this time dialing a number saved as ‘Old Man’.
“…Gyoza?! Just a few hours after you depart, air traffic starts exploding all over the globe! Please tell me you have nothing to do with this.” The voice of a much older man suddenly blasted through the speaker. His tone was gruff and aged, but there still remained an almost regal quality to the way he spoke.
Despite being on a speeding bike, Gyoza closed his eyes for a long moment and sighed. He knew the old man would point fingers.
“I had nothing to do with it, but I intend to get involved. Theyre soldiers from the Land of Gurumes. They completely overran Central City hunting for something called ‘dragon balls’. You got any intel?”
“Dragon balls? Preposterous. If Gurumes is hunting for dragon balls, that man has completely lost his mind. It was a popular bedtime story back when I was a young child. They said you could make a magical dragon appear by gathering the dragon balls. It’s a complete fairytale, he might as well be hunting for Santa.”
“Listen- I picked up…an ally,” Gyoza took a moment to glance over his shoulder and back towards Flakes. Her city had just been overrun, so he was trying to be understanding… but there was no denying that she was a bit rough around the edges. It would probably be best if he kept the details to a minimum for now.
After turning back, the cyborg continued, “We’re headed towards the Land of Gurumes right now and I could really use some assistance.”
“Absolutely not! You’re not taking on a mad man with an army. I won’t help you kill yourself. You need to come home till government officials sort this out.”
“Dad they totally overran Central City. People were getting beaten and buildings were being smashed up. There are gonna be a lot of casualties if we just sit around and wait, so I’m going. The question is, are you gonna let us go alone?”
“…..I’ll send a couple drones out, have them scout ahead and report back what they find. Gyoza… be careful.” And with that, the call ended. The chestnut haired kickboxer took a moment to let the twinge of guilt pass. He knew his father would be worried, but he still hated to see it.
“So that was my father. Sorry for not introducing you, bit busy. As for my plan? Stop Gurumes.”
@Grand Master Koop
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Parked far on the other side of the parking lot was a large, armored hummer decorated in a dark, forest-green camo akin to that worn by Gurumes’ men.
Sure enough, a beefy looking soldier was sitting in the drivers seat. He seemed preoccupied with his radio, but the car door was propped open and both of his feet remained outside the vehicle and flat on the ground. What’s more, a funny looking weapon reminiscent of a shotgun was propped up between his legs. It was apparent that he was ready for conflict.
“East Cities still quiet. Words spread but law enforcement is likely scrambling to coordinate a plan.” The unknown soldier shouted somewhat loudly into the speaker, as he’d been having trouble maintaining a clear signal.
“Good. We’ll move the forces in soon, make it a quick takeover just like the last.” A choppy female voice replied, before the line promptly went dead.
“This damn thing wasn’t made for such long distances.” The soldier muttered while lightly smacking the top of his radio. Even still, he hadn’t noticed the new arrivals across the way.
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