Prologue
Spoiler A few days ago
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In a grim city, a cab dropped off a man in the airport and sped off.
Name?
Kerner, Maxim Nestorovitch Kerner.
Profession?
Entrepreneur.
Destination?
Moskva! In my home country, Glorious Mother Russia!
That'll be enough, sir. Right this way, sir.
The man was escorted to his plane, crewed by hostesses in unnecessarily short skirts.
He arrived in Moscow without any problems. After a few phone calls and a short visit to a lawyer, the man booked a ticket with Aeroflot for Tōkyō, where he woudl deliver some goods.
At the airport, there was a short queue. This was Russia, after all.
The man used the facilities.
When he got back, a beautiful lady dressed in a kimono was politely standing, waiting for him to take his seat. His was on the window.
Thank you, miss.
The woman half-bowed and smiled prettily.
Hey, haven't I seen you somewhere recently?
Why yes, fellow passenger-sama. We were on the same plane from Amurika to Moscow.
So you're going to Japan, too?
Hai, fellow passenger-sama.
Why did you come the long way, via Moscow? You could have just flown across Pacific-
My Revered Uncle recommended it. He is very wise.
The man suddenly remember his manners. They were good for his day business.
I apologise for not introducing self. I am Maxim.
The woman turned on her seat and half-bowed to him again, with a slight smile.
At that moment, the captain's voice was heard on the speakers.
Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. Ve are about to take off.
The huge Antonov with АЭРОФЛОТ painted over both sides and the wings left for the East.
Upon arrival in Tōkyō, the man and the pretty lady in the kimono parted ways.
Excuse me, but are you Maksim Nestorovich Kerner?
Maksim turned and looked around. Suddenly, he was surrounded by policemen.
Why, yes, I am.
There is an international arrest warrant for you, Kerner-san. We are arresting you on charges of having evaded death duties on the estate of Nestor Karlovitch Kerner, your recently deceased father, and on money-laundering charges.
What? This is scandal!
Prease, Kerner-san, do not make scandal. Not good for your regal position. Prease to accompany us.
Kurva! Maksim muttered as he was led away. After speaking to his consul, he learned that he was to be held until all the paperwork for his deportation could be finished. What was worse, his PlayStation had been confiscated by the authorities because it had been used for running pirated games.
Kurva!
Name?
Kerner, Maxim Nestorovitch Kerner.
Profession?
Entrepreneur.
Destination?
Moskva! In my home country, Glorious Mother Russia!
That'll be enough, sir. Right this way, sir.
The man was escorted to his plane, crewed by hostesses in unnecessarily short skirts.
He arrived in Moscow without any problems. After a few phone calls and a short visit to a lawyer, the man booked a ticket with Aeroflot for Tōkyō, where he woudl deliver some goods.
At the airport, there was a short queue. This was Russia, after all.
The man used the facilities.
When he got back, a beautiful lady dressed in a kimono was politely standing, waiting for him to take his seat. His was on the window.
Thank you, miss.
The woman half-bowed and smiled prettily.
Hey, haven't I seen you somewhere recently?
Why yes, fellow passenger-sama. We were on the same plane from Amurika to Moscow.
So you're going to Japan, too?
Hai, fellow passenger-sama.
Why did you come the long way, via Moscow? You could have just flown across Pacific-
My Revered Uncle recommended it. He is very wise.
The man suddenly remember his manners. They were good for his day business.
I apologise for not introducing self. I am Maxim.
The woman turned on her seat and half-bowed to him again, with a slight smile.
At that moment, the captain's voice was heard on the speakers.
Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. Ve are about to take off.
The huge Antonov with АЭРОФЛОТ painted over both sides and the wings left for the East.
Upon arrival in Tōkyō, the man and the pretty lady in the kimono parted ways.
Excuse me, but are you Maksim Nestorovich Kerner?
Maksim turned and looked around. Suddenly, he was surrounded by policemen.
Why, yes, I am.
There is an international arrest warrant for you, Kerner-san. We are arresting you on charges of having evaded death duties on the estate of Nestor Karlovitch Kerner, your recently deceased father, and on money-laundering charges.
What? This is scandal!
Prease, Kerner-san, do not make scandal. Not good for your regal position. Prease to accompany us.
Kurva! Maksim muttered as he was led away. After speaking to his consul, he learned that he was to be held until all the paperwork for his deportation could be finished. What was worse, his PlayStation had been confiscated by the authorities because it had been used for running pirated games.
Kurva!
NOW
Takigahara Prefecture, Japan, 2015 AD.
Takigahara City was in a state of uproar. After the ban on ninjutsu was established, crime figures went down at first. But the government was not foresighted enough. The ninjas had been keeping away all sorts of criminals and almost all of the fighting had been among the different ninja groupings and clans. Takisisu-sensei, the good ninja, sorrowfully led his students into exile, into the mountains.
Unexpectedly freed of their nemesis, criminals suddenly descended on the city like a summer storm.
Now random noninvolved civilians were being attacked, robbed, extorted, killed, and having their toilet paper stolen. Things could not continue along this vein. At this rate, the Spring Flower Festival, the pride of the city, would have to be cancelled. This made the leading citizens be concerned.
The government of Takigahara Prefecture asked the government in Tōkyō for help. And help was granted. Organised crime was held and the tide seemed to turn.
But the criminals had other plans, and this is where our story begins