Jump 127: Samurai Jack

Jump 127: Samurai Jack

Location: Southern Europe
Age: 25
Identity: Drop-In
Drawbacks: [+300] Bloodless Violence, Watched, Fifty Years Have Passed...

[Free]      Navigation
[50/1300]   Cooking
[100/1300]  Insight
[200/1300]  Martial Arts
[Free]      Flight
[1000/1300] Element Manipulation (x4)
[1300/1300] Summoning
[Free]      Signature Outfit

"Long ago in a distant land, I, Aku, the shape-shifting Master of Darkness, unleashed an unspeakable evil! But a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword stepped forth to oppose me. Before the final blow was struck, I tore open a portal in time, and flung him into the future, where my evil is law!"

"But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked."

"GAH!" The giant, inky master of evil (with the flaming eyebrows - mustn't forget those, they are very important) recoiled, before standing to his full height once more, pointing rather dramatically at the intruder, who was cheekily standing upside-down on the ceiling. "Youuu... who are you, to dare intrude upon Aku?"

The intruder puffed out his chest. "I am the Avatar, master of the four elements! And I am here to defeat the Fire Nation and bring balance back to the world!"

"The Fire Nation," the demon repeated flatly.

"Well, y'know, you sound a lot like someone from there, but you don't have the tea obsession so I could be wrong," came the answer. "But on the other hand, I mean, I could just be distracting you while the samurai steals your kids and gives them a chance at a sane life."

"Kids!" Aku scoffed. "Aku has no need for children!"

"Okay, the offspring of your cultists then, who were going to raise them to defeat him."

Aku scoffed again. "I have no need for them, either. But they're useful."

The would-be Avatar nodded sagely. "Exactly. Too bad that they're young and impressionable to being told the truth, and that the samurai should be liberating them right about..." He looked down (up?) at his watch, then back to Aku. "...now."

"Whaaat?!"

"Hey, man, don't kill the messenger!"

Aku's eyes narrowed. "A most excellent idea." A giant fist swung, and--

--missed by inches thanks to his target moving, smashing a hole in the ceiling. Which the alleged Avatar promptly dove through, fleeing while cackling madly.

Aku tapped his fingers together. Perhaps this would change the entire dynamic between himself and that foolish samurai, though. Points of vulnerability. But so long as he had that magic sword, all would be for nought. Nearly forty years, and always the same.

Yes, this would be interesting--

The Avatar poked his head back in through the hole, "Oh hey, I almost forgot, HEY AKU!"

"GAH!" The shogun of sorrow recoiled, then shook a fist. "What do you want this time?!"

"If Jack manages to get to the past, I'm taking the Earth so it doesn't disintegrate, kay?"

"Fool!" thundered Aku as he stood to a full height. "The Samurai will never return! This world will be mine for all time!"

"Unless he does."

"But he won't."

"Right, but if he does."

"If he does? But he won't!"

"Verbal consent still counts!"

The warlord of warlords swung a fist, this time connecting with his target, who sailed off through the skies. "Looks like Team Avatar's blasting off again...!"