Jump 289: Fist of the North Star

Jump #289: Fist of the North Star
>Death: Freedom from the shackles of the past. A new beginning.
>Age: 12
Wait, that doesn't seem right.
>Location: Holy Emperor Cross Mausoleum
In a nuclear apocalypse, I start in Hiroshima. Isn't THAT a delight.
>Identity: Drop-In
>Scenario: Hero of the Post-Apocalyptic World (+300)
Yeeeah, I'll be derailing some certain aspects of the plot. It completely ruins the focus of the story, sure, but this world is so craptastic that I am simply unwilling to let it continue.
>Drawbacks: Young (+100)
...crap. I can get anyone to take me-as-a-twelve-year-old seriously, anyways.
>"Omae wa mou shindeiru!" (Free, Drop-In)
"Let me count it down for y-" "OH GOD MY EYE!" "-damn, I NEVER get that right..."
>Dedicated Training (Free, Drop-In)
Hey, figuring out how to train others to be up to a reasonable standard is IMPORTANT. Not to mention it helps me know what I need to do to train more efficiently too.
>Self-Taught Style (1100, Drop-In)
All this talk of the northern star, the southern cross, rival styles... ugh. There are more important things! But no, everyone insists on fighting bare handed, and so I have to do the same to ensure my survival...
>Post-Apocalyptic Savior (800, Drop-In)
Sure, doomsday came and went in the early nineties, but that still leaves more than five hundred million people in the world. Fighting over scraps isn't a useful activity - you have to rebuild.
>Natural Talent (700)
At least this means I can push my training a little faster. I'll probably need it, at this rate.
>A Brilliantly Shining Star (300)
Have you noticed that I'm not really going all-in on the various martial arts, but the perks that get others to believe in me and my cause? I may want those fighting styles, but this world is too terrible to leave as-is.
>Post-Apocalypse Outfit (Free)
Never hurts to have the appropriate set of clothes. I feel like my Vault-Tec suit would not quite fit in here. Then again... for all I know, this IS what happened on the opposite side of the world from that nonsense.
>Weathered Cloak (Free, Drop-In)
Similar to the Wanderer's Cloak that I picked up from Sword and Sorcery. In fact, I may just use that one instead. It's much more comfortable.
>Companion Import (0)
The more the merrier, right?

A twelve year old appeared at a site where a pyramid was being constructed with slave labor, the child preaching justice, mercy, and reconstruction. It would have almost been funny if the kid hadn't been willing to engage the slavers in hand to hand combat. Sure, he wasn't on their level, but he was no slouch. The handful of people who were there with him? Turned out he was the distraction, and they did the heavy lifting... masses of slaves liberated and taken out into the wasteland. The would-be emperor found himself deposed by someone entirely different not long afterward, the shrine to his master incomplete, crumbling like his ambition.

Rumors throughout the wasteland spoke, in the years that followed that event, of a city that defied all logic. A city where food was plentiful, where sickness was banished, where the water was pure and all were safe. Against all logic, the rumors said, someone had been hard at work rebuilding Tokyo. Naturally, it attracted the attention of raiders, but it also attracted those who had not given up hope. The rumors were of course exaggerated, but those of pure water, grains and even livestock were true. And the raiders? Welcomed with open arms... so long as they were willing to lay their weapons down. Offered a home where they could be civilized rather than feral, a surprising number were willing to take the opportunity. Some, in fact, became traders - with a growing city that could export food, any number of people would happily trade resources.

There were always those who would try to take what they wanted by force, and while it would perplex them that they were sent on their way with any amount of food that they could carry, those who came against the city using violence were dealt with handily - after all, having a home that can provide safety often serves as a good motivator to defend it, and there was enough knowledge gained from those that doctors started going out with the merchant caravans, to heal the sick, the infirm, the irradiated. Those with pre-war knowledge were treasured in the city, and found themselves valued members of the community and were encouraged to pass on their knowledge, their crafts. In a handful of years, a few small factories had come into existence, building the cornerstones of what could provide people with a comfortable life. Water and food purifiers. Furniture. Appliances. Even vehicles and power generators for those not close enough to the city to enjoy the joys that returned with electrical power.

This, of course, enraged the warlords that remained in the wasteland. How dare they rebuild, how dare they have this outside of their control. Strange twists of fate saw to it that one man declared to be a shogun without an army - a man by the name of Kenshiro. Many doubted the eyewitness accounts of his battles, but he faced his opponents boldly and with honor, and all he had to do was ask the leadership for anything and they would do their best to provide. In time, he fought his own wars, helping spread the light of civilization to distant corners of Japan and beyond, though he always had a home in that city.

In under a dozen years, Neo Tokyo had rapidly transformed itself into the center of a Japan that was slowly beginning to rebuild itself. The city itself was ruled by a council, and while a military pseudo-shogunate was tasked with protecting the people, the leadership was civilian - which was unheard of after the war. They even went so far as to dig out quarries and ferry stone across miles of wasteland, building roadways across Japan to satellite cities that were starting to join the reconstruction. Radio towers were built, and even though the receivers were often pre-war relics or relatively primitive crystals sets, the radio still ferried news and weather reports to all within range... and hope of a better day to come.