Tsunami Man: Legend of the Kaiju

“Screw this town,” a Japanese teenager grumbled as he spray-painted on the side of a building. “What else can I expect from dull Pierview, the lamest small town next to a polluted ocean?”Taylor Yoshida, a fifteen-year-old graffiti artist, continued to paint a large octopus. The odors of seawater and the local commerce teased the corners of his attention. He coped with such a mundane existence in the fish town through his artistic escapes on large structures.A pack of four teenagers walked by him on their way to the marketplace.“Hey, isn’t that kid the police captain’s stepson?” one of the kids asked. “Yeah, he’s homeschooled. What a weirdo.”“Hey, I can hear you,” Taylor snarled.“Then maybe you can hear this,” one of the students said. “Mr. Webb, some creep is spray-painting all over your building!”A tall, muscular man stal

“This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen,” Bonnie said. She was stunned by the incredible capabilities that Taylor showed as he went head-to-head with a menace that she thought could not possibly exist. “Stay back, I’ll try to fight it off,” Taylor told Bonnie.The monster roared and lunged at Taylor. Taylor opened his hands and aquatic ropes shot from them and grappled the monster’s chest and abdomen then slammed it into the ground.Taylor took a fighting pose, ready to face the monstrous creature as it regained its footing. Two elongated limbs sprang from its body to attack Taylor. Taylor dodged the first swing, but the second attack whacked the left side of his abdomen.“Dang it! Wait, that hurt me?” Taylor shockingly discovered. Taylor grabbed his side and applied pressure to the wound as his eyes squinted from the stinging pain.“Taylor, be careful!” Bonnie shouted.

Eager to learn the truth about Taylor’s strange abilities, Bonnie placed the spray cans on the kitchen table.“So much for being invisible,” Eliza nudged Taylor and left him alone with the persistent girl. Taylor could not rid himself of her.“How did you find me here?” Taylor asked. “No one in town knows John’s address. Not even his coworkers.”“Yeah, I figured that out,” Bonnie said. “Luckily, you dropped the receipt from your spray cans. I just went to that store and asked a few questions. Surprisingly, you are one of the few people who still order art supplies from the store. After a little digging, I found your address.”“Look, I don’t know what you want from me, but -

Eliza took Taylor and Bonnie downstairs to the basement. She reached for a metal chest that was hidden between piles of debris.“The thing I’ve needed to get my trident back was down here for all these years?” Taylor snickered.“Seriously, doofus, when was the last time you were down here? You are always dodging laundry duty. I don’t think you’ve even stepped a foot in this basement.”“What? Sometimes a guy likes to wear the same pair of underwear more than once a week,” Taylor joked.“Dude? Gross!” Bonnie said as she stepped back and looked at him like he was covered in manure.“What? I clean them every other week,” he said with a

 The police force all gaped at the shocking display of power that Taylor had unleashed.“Should we hold fire, Captain?” Sampson asked. “Yes,” John agreed and waved all weapons down as he ran to Taylor. John reached out to his stepson and was compelled to talk about everything that had just taken place.“John, you might want to say something. You’re creeped me out,” Taylor said.“That makes two of us,” Bonnie added as she ran up to Taylor and wrapped her arms around him.“This makes it two times that you’ve saved my life. You’re starting to give a girl the wrong idea here, tsunami man,” she gushed.