--- Overview/explanation ---
This is a Naruto, Phoenix Wright and Hotel Dusk Room 215 styled fic. Some parts will lean toward a certain gene within, and others not. Other anime/games will be put into the story too, so please be advised in case any reference is noted.

--- Prologue ---
- Takazato Law Offices, 2020 AD -
"..." A drag from a cigarette was taken as the man with a mask that had the appearance of a fox's face on it made of what seemed to be a rather thin yet sturdy material. Deep set gray eyes looked at the night sky as the only light coming from him was the shine of his attorney's badge and the fiery glow of the cig's tip. All black outfit including a black hakama was worn as it swayed like flags in the wind, hilt-less sword lay at his side as he clutched it. The roof where he now sat was cold. Cold as death itself, he thought as he blew smoke into the spring wind. The subtle wind finally managed to whisk away the ashes that marked the cigarette's demise. Fiery spark stomped out, Keisuke heard a slight noise. It sounded like a snap coming from his feet, and he moved his foot away. But all he saw was nothing. Until a knife had just been thrown to that point and caused the crack he heard to be real. Another was thrown, this time at its target. Small piece of paper was noticed as a hand was stuck out, altering the wind and sending it back to its owner. "Another Law-Ninja office after my head or a hit?" he asked himself, hands in pockets. This was a curious attack. And even moreso when a group appeared mid-air, blades drawn. Finger pointed to the sky as a field of space was then sealed into a frozen time dimension. The attackers were still moving despite this. Keisuke huffed as the other ninja still were moving, but slightly slow. Using a gentle style of arts, he pushed each pointed blade to the easiest possible other enemy to hit. Once the space began to dissipate, he moved out of it, walking away. After time for them was resumed, each blade was thrust into each others' hearts. Blood sprayed as the man took his leave. A crimson shower was safely cleaned up by a flock of crows who were waiting nearby, cawing for food.
"Dinner time, birdies." He said as the crows came and devoured the energies and meat of the assailants.
- Twenty Minutes Later, Takazato Law Offices-Keisuke's room -
Yeah, I live in my own Law Office. Been that way since I went Law-Ninja. You saw what I did. That whole THE WORLD gimmick and the whatnot. I picked up the dimensional ninjutsu years ago, and apparently traveled numerous other dimensions where many sorts of abilities were used. My Law-Ninja mentor, Ryosuke Nakashura was the one who taught me everything, even the legendary "Blue Magic" ninjutsu. Apparently, it was fairly easy and it allowed me to learn everything I came across in my dimensional travels. I must say that not even I have seen such brutality in learning until my travels. Nowadays, I could make someone explode, slice people with a pinky, or even freeze time as you just read about. I tell you. Ever since it was known about my victories in court and my 100% mission success rate, I've been a target of cults and madmen all over. So maybe being an all-useful attorney got me some clout. I was only doing my job and doing it right, legit and honorably. Sensei always told me to use my powers for good. He said that the Blue Magic he passed on to me was something of legends, something that only a few know. Something that can mount a defense for anyone against anything. I used to believe it to be a crock. But I proved myself wrong time and time again. Man I wish I had more faith in myself. I really did.
Anyways, I'm Keisuke Takazato, KT for short, peeps. I'm a Law-Ninja with a side hobby of racing. I own a car that's a unique, one-of-a-kind monster with a customized frame. It's like an orchestra of parts just yearning to kick another car's ass. But yes, I am a Law-Ninja. What is a Law-Ninja, you ask? Well, we're ninja who are also trained in the scriptures of law. Although it is not a known fact, but we Bengoshi-nin are all good enough to be Elite if not leader of certain ninja nations. Myself? Well, due to my extensive amount of known techniques and arsenal of deadly arts, I was named #1 Law-Ninja for my career's going. Quite bragging I know, but it is true. My buddies in the racing team have all come to me for a cheap attorney. I don't like charging an assload of cash just to get my client, I just prefer helping out. And a decent paycheck to boot, so I'm pretty much set. Plus I get hooked up in parts, so it's all cool.
So here's my story. I was just now assailed by special ops. They were legit assassins and apparently, sent from someone high in stature, must be one wealthy dude. I don't like this one bit. Someone out there must have known a guy I got proven guilty. For hell's sake. That guy did kill my buddy, and frankly, I was a witness. Only bad part of it was that I was half drunk and my recording of the events saved my bud's ass. He still owes me parts and money. Lazy bastard.

----- Thousand Blocks Bar ------
A homely place. It's got the kinda crap you see in an average bar, seats, pool, the works. Everything except the drunken idiots and asses. I'm probably the one who drinks the most here, because every other law-ninja who comes here doesn't drink much, they just come to play pool and darts, plus poker if a table's open. The neon sign that said Thousand Blocks probably died before I got there, because I'm not seeing a glowy sign that always marked its place. Only we Law-Ninja know of this place because of the fact that only we law-ninja are able to find it. Psh, it sticks out like a sore thumb when it comes to our senses. But yeah, nice place. Bartender's a damn babe. She's got that red hair, a damn smokin' body and the face of an angel. Her name's Ayane Tenshi, which is why we nicknamed her Angel. Kind of funny to put a pun on her name. Anyways, she owns the place. Always calls me something to the effect of rock star, handsome or whatever she thinks up on the spot. She knows that I always get a Greyhound (grapefruit juice/vodka) on the rocks, and play poker there. And she knows that I've been single since my life turned to what it is now. I don't know how she knew, but she's a smart one if she knew that much.
"Hey there, hot stuff. Alone tonight?" Psh. As if it wasn't obvious enough. Of course I'm alone, I'm a goddamn loner and she knows it. That angelic voice coursed through my head like a freaking cold rush. Gawd, I needed that cold rush, my head was flaring up since the attack.
"You know me, beautiful. Alone and wanting the usual. Wish I didn't have so little to do now that the whole murder scene died out. No cases to settle as of late." That was a funny thing to her, because she giggled at that. Does my boredom amuse this woman? "Keisuke-kun, you're always the apathetic sort. Why not unwind a little? These Greyhounds aren't gonna help you do that." "Well, just gimme one anyway, I'll probably want more as the night progresses." I just gave her my usual 'just-gimme-my-drink' smile. She just had to shake it when she left, and she knew I was a sucker for that body of hers. I just slumped and sighed. Today wasn't my best. Hell, this month was a total bust. I am surprised my bill hasn't gone that high up. I paid everything and still have a load of cash left. Still moving that bod, she came back with my drink. That smile was made on that face again, signaling that she was going to wink at me, which she did.
"So, how's my KT going to be free this weekend?"
Hmph, she had to ask. She knew I had nothing to do, so she was probably just joking. I just played it cool, and answered her silly question.
"Heh. Well, I'm free all month. Why, sexy ol' Angel want some time with this punk?" I just gave her my playful smirk, and she kissed me in the cheek. I guess you could say we're in a relationship now that we're this close.
"Hmph, you a punk? Dearie, you're my punk." She just chuckled and waved that finger at me like Von Karma does. As if I haven't seen that before. She's a damn Law-Ninja too. We met during a case in which I defeated her. We talked after we went out to eat that day, and things went from there.
"Yeah, yeah." I then pulled out a deck of playing cards. "Poker?" She shrugged and said why not. After an hour of poker, I gave her a kiss on the lips, and waved goodbye and headed back home.
"Later, Angel. See you this weekend." I said before I opened the doors and teleported home for the night.

---- End Prologue ----

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