Re: Akimichi

Robert "Bob" Richards, had always been very serious about his training. He was hailed as a master of martial arts from a very young age, and he garnered many fans with his chiseled body and good looks. His blue eyes were mesmerizing and coupled with his blonde hairs that enhanced his already handsome looks made him the idol of many women in the world.

However, one day he realizes that he could not defeat opponents who were larger than him. He vanished from the martial arts scene and dedicated himself to a special training regimen that increased his power and weight while maintaining his agility.

"It's time for me to retrain my ability..."

Year by year in seclusion, Bob finally returned to the fighting world as a changed man. Those who know Bob were astonished by his transformation. His handsome looks were gone and instead, he gained a disproportionate amount of weight. Bob paid no attention to their critics and relied on the benefits of his training: speed, power, and unyielding weight. He decided that he was ready to return to competition; he joined the sixth King of Iron Fist Tournament to test his martial arts abilities once again.

Challenge upon challenge he faces, until finally, he beat all of his opponents albeit he was not come out unscathed and with some near-death experience.

After winning the tournament, Bob became a worldwide sensation. And his schedule was filled with a series of television and magazine interviews, with his training secrets becoming unearthed. After cameras take multiple photos, a poster of his obese self appears on the wall, with a blurry image of Bob walking by. He weighs himself in his exercise room, where he discovers he only weighs a shocking 150 lbs on a scale.

"Huh...?"

He steps off, wondering if it was just an illusion, then weighs himself again. After looking at the number once more, not believing that he really weighed 150 lbs. The mirror then shows Bob, wearing heavy clothing covering a skinnier and slimmer body, and he shouts in horror, not accepting the fact that all of his famous weight vanished without him ever knowing it.

"NOOO! WHY GOD?! WHY?"

He then proceeds to bang his head on the wall, only to be found in the middle of the floor, passed out.

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Another year passed by, Bob once again entered the King of Iron Fist Tournament to prove he was the strongest in the world. On the way to his match, the road before him exploded, blocking his way forward. The smoke cleared to reveal a lone man, emanating an evil aura.

Bob had no idea what was happening, but his instinct told him that this guy was somehow connected to the destruction around them. Bob's sense of justice stirred inside him, and he vowed with all his might to defeat the man before him.

As a red mist fell over his eyes, Bob forgot about being in a hurry to the tournament and walked toward his opponent.

Bob flips high into the air yelling, "Speeeeeed...and...weight!" He lands hard on top of the man before him and crushes his opponent's back. As he stands in victory, the floor under them suddenly cracks and breaks apart, taking both of them down.

The day after, the newspaper was up with its cover states that Bob, the previous champion never made it to the tournament and lose by default to his first opponent.

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"Bwaaaaaah!"

"It's here! Clan head, congratulations!"

Inside a lounge in a hospital, several rotund bellied men were could be seen anxiously yet happily congratulating a tall, plump man with naturally brown hair, but seems to wear a long, spiky red hair-piece. He has purple markings on his cheeks — a common trait that could be seen on his fellow clan member of the Akimichi clan. He wears a samurai-like outfit which entails a black suit completed with armor that has the kanji for "food" on it. He also wears a rope belt, hand-guards, and instead of a forehead protector around his head.

"Bwahaha, thank you, everyone, let's hold a party after we have done here, it's all on me! 1st May, today is the day my firstborn's birthday!"

The said man was grinning from ear to ear that signifies how happy he is, a little tear of happiness could be seen on the edge of his eyes, happy for both his wife and newborn child.

"Cheers for the Clan head Chouza!"

"I'm gonna eat until my stomach bursts!"

"Don't forget the sake, it's a must!"

On this happy occasion, the man -Chouza- didn't mind to splurge his money, it's his first child after all!

"Count me in, brother. How can you celebrate the birth of your first-born without me."

A man with long ash-blond hair reaching into his lower back, which he wore spiky on top and ending in a long ponytail, light green eyes and strong facial features, which included a well-defined jawline. He wore the shinobi standard flak jacket over a black outfit, complete with hand-guards, Konoha forehead protector and a sleeveless red haori.

"Inoichi! I thought you're busy with your interrogation unit, at ease buddy, at ease! you will not be left behind!"

A big grin plastered on Chouza's mouth, his sworn brother -Inoichi- was one of two peoples that watch his back many times over that he lost the count since his younger days.

"What a drag, my wife is also on her fifth-month pregnancy, it seems a triple treats for us three this year..."

Another man two scars on the right side of his face which were probably his most noticeable feature and he has dark hair tied up into a spiky ponytail, dark eyes as well as a goatee.

"Shikaku! Bwahaha, maybe it's fate! Fate, I tell you! Our kids will be on the same team just like us in the past!"

A small smile tugged on Shikaku's face, he wondered how their kids will cope with the Ino-Shika-Cho formation in the future. Meanwhile, a doctor suddenly came out of the labor room and approached Chouza then bowed.

"Mr. Akimichi, congratulations, it's a boy. Please come in to take a look at your son and wife."

Chouza strode inside and see his lovely wife with beads of sweats on her face, their son was on the nurse's arms on the side.

"Give me my son." a huge grin hung on Chouza's face, he coated his hands with chakra to soften any force that may hurt his child. He was careful as he can be, a small tear threatened to escape on the edge of his eyes.

"You shall be named Chouji, Chouji Akimichi!"