Kimura Academy - IC

[Haikufrenzy]

“How is she holding up?”

“Very well, all set to go.”

“Excellent, make sure she has transportation to the Academy, have some faculty staff keep an eye on her. We need to ensure she’s involved and integrated into the program as quickly as possible.”

Tyson Torstand sighed mildly annoyed, summer vacation was over, and it was time to go back to school. He knew time was running short when his parents sent him a new care package. Packed with all kinds of new gear and essential things like shampoo. His mom has been making his trunks and getting him new boots each year. Much to his chagrin. Typically Tyson will just lie and say he got them shipped from his old coach, since honestly saying your mom made doesn’t exactly strike fear into the heart of man. Still there was one thing that made him ready to go inside, and the one thing on his mind as he checked himself out in the bathroom mirror. Flexing his arm and admiring his physique. “Yeah, Old squad’s back together...” He muttered to himself. The squad being Open Palm, one of two fighting teams the Academy put together to compete in the highest level. His team has been solid, all three years his been there, they kept the Championship trophy. The team is largely unchanged from last year. So the hopes have been high amongst them that this was going to be another good year. Finally stopping with admiring himself in the mirror (He IS the Physical Specimen for a reason.) Tyson got dressed in black slacks and jacket the school has them wear as uniforms, with a white “Physical Specimen” t-shirt a fellow student made him last year underneath.

There is always a special spark in the air whenever school year comes around. Kimura Academy is truly a school that has the balance between letting the students have fun and keeping things in check. Plus the fighting competition has always been a major draw as well. It’s one thing to be able to see world class fighting tournaments in person. It’s another when the competitors of said competition were in your Science class. As Tyson left the dorms to get to the board to see what classes he had. He had various people coming up to him, some asking about the season ahead, asking for autographs, some of the girls asking if he was available tonight. Tyson took it all in almost sinful pride. Soaking it all in and talking trash about Closed Fist whenever possible. “Yeah trust me they don’t stand a chance. We’ve beaten them down so many times it’s not even fun anymore. It’s like work now.” Tyson bragged in his little tone, which somehow always made him sound even more arrogant without trying. “But hey they keep wanting to get their butts kicked. We’ll, and me especially, will happily keep kicking them.”

[NarayanK]

A man lazily opened his eyes. He was standing in front of the mirror with a toothbrush stuck in his mouth. Apparently, he didn't get enough sleep thanks to some "preparations" he made the night before. Mumbling unidentified curse words, Madison resumed cleaning his teeth. It was a big day for him, especially because of the fact that it was his first day in school. He needed to look as tidy as possible so that his reputation would be at least average from the start.

After Madison finished brushing his teeth, he carelessly shoved his toothbrush into a plastic bag. A quick wash for his face finished his business in the bathroom at the moment. The teenager walked out of the room to find his set of clothes, which were polished by himself. At the moment, he was half-naked, so wearing the clothes took less time. When his school uniform was worn, Madison walked back inside the bathroom to check how he looked like. Classic glasses, fair hair, smiling face. They all matched each other perfectly. Continuing to smile, he said to himself,

"Wake up call's done. Time to leave."

Madison walked out of his dorm before being greeted with silence. Happy with the peaceful serenity, he began a trip to the board. He was informed the day before that the classes he'll take would be released this day.

[Hikari Sama]

Kasumi started every day with a cup of tea before going through her morning routine and today was no different, except that today was different. It was the start of the new school year and of course the new season of competition between the Open Palm and Closed Fist teams at Kimura Academy. As the Captain of the Open Palm she was naturally very popular, especially with the boys at the school. The second she left her dorm she was confronted by several students asking for autographs and doing what fans do. She even had a fan club devoted to her, which in truth was a bit unsettling, that would send her flowers and other gifts almost daily. It was a lot to handle but she couldn't really complain about people liking her. Most of the other team members were veterans of last year and were looking forward to another good year.
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After struggling through the crowd of students to get to the class board she could see Tyson boasting about himself and talking trash about the Closed Fist team. Her mood changed immediately as she walked up behind him. She didn't think it was right to brag, even if it was well deserved. Kasumi was a firm believer in the spirit of honest and friendly competition so she didn't like to see her team putting others down. Kasumi was not a very tall person so she had to prop herself up on her toes to reach the back of his head. She put a little jolt in her smack for emphasis as she came around in front of him. "Tyson! You know better than to talk bad about the other team! I don't want to hear that anymore okay?" She glared at him with her hands on her hip. She had told him several times before not to talk trash but she knew it was pointless because he was just being himself, still she had to do it.

[JamesTheAzn]

It was time to go already. Rithisak had been up for three hours, performing his daily ritual that he had been doing since he was five years of age. The noise resonating from outside his dorm was a dead giveaway that his teammates had already exited their room. The mass of fangirl screams and men asking for autographs was quite annoying. He had spent the majority of the past week writing scripture, perfecting his technique, and learning about his future opponents. There wasn't much information on the other team, seeing as the scouting was horrendous for both sides. Rithy rubbed his right elbow. It was a little tender from having elbowed multiple clay pots the Arts and Crafts club had made. Fortunately, they were 'failed experiments' and were left outside in the trash. His hand slowly rubbed up against an extremely sensitive area. Chea's teeth clenched, letting go of the joint and continued to finish up his writing. With a quick prayer to Buddha, he tucked his jade necklace into his t-shirt. Time for school. Shit.

Rithy stood up from his chair. He threw on his school-issued jacket and buttoned it up. It was a pretty snug fit. With a quick shrug and flick of his arms, he threw the upper portion of the jacket over his shoulders. From the other side of the door, he could hear a female screaming at someone. He recalled Tyson's name being screamed down the hall. Maybe it was Kasumi being her modest self. He had only met the girl once and she seemed to be of the modest type. It sort of bugged him that she would be so kind to the other team. Sure they were our classmates, but at the end of the day, they were our enemies and our goal was to smash their face in and send them to the infirmary in a stretcher. Taking a couple of steps to the door, Rithy wrapped his hand around the handle. Twisting it counter-clockwise, he slowly opened the door. The enormous gathering of fans and classmate, alike, filled the cramped hallway.

As if they didn't expect him, a handful of students that stood on the other side of the threshold turned to Rithy, a blank expression on their face. From cheering and screaming, to awkward silence. Inside, Rithy felt a little bit of him die. He heaved a sigh. Why, why, why?! Mentally, he smashed his head against a brick wall and jumped off of a cliff into a ravine full of man-eating crocodiles. In reality, he smiled awkwardly, rubbing the base of his neck. They probably didn't have a clue as to who he was. Actually, it was expected.

"Heheh. Hi!" The Kun Khmer practitioner felt as if daggers were being thrown at him.

The group continued to stare him down. This was his first year here, but they were surely in for a surprise. He wasn't as popular as Tyson or Kasumi, but he would surely make a name for himself. The gathering, then, turned their attention back to the Captains of Open Palm, throwing their hands into the air as they chanted their names. Lovely.

[FundoshiKun]

"Nine-hundred and ninety-eight..."

A sweat broke from Akihiko's forehead and fell to the ground as he did push-ups using his fists.

"Nine-hundred and ninety-nine.... two hundred."

An alarm clock set beside the bed went off. Akihiko got up and grabbed the towel he had put earlier on the bed and turned off the alarm. He wiped his forehead and headed for the bathroom to take a bath. After a quick shower, he took off the uniform he had hung on the hanger last night and wore it nicely. He then opened the small fridge that sat in the corner of his room and took out a can of juice from it and a loaf of a small fruit bread.

"Enjoy the life I've been missing out on, huh.." he said to himself as he opened the packet holding the bread and took a bite out of it. "It is certainly true that all I've been doing for a few past years is train with Sensei, but he went through too much trouble to get me admitted here." He took another bite as he was lost in his thoughts. After a few minutes, he finally snapped back to reality and ate the rest of his bread. "Well, now that I'm here, might as well make the most out of it."

He took the juice can, opened it and gulped some down; headed for the door and closed the lights before he stepped outside his room. Fishing his pockets for the key of his room, he emptied the remaining juice and threw it at the nearest dustbin. The can went in with a clunk sound, and Akihiko locked his room before he decided to pay the board a visit.

[Haikufrenzy]

BZZT!

As Tyson suddenly felt a shockwave hit him right in the back of the head his eyes bulged out, his throat letting out an 'ACK!' as he grasped the back of his head. Hearing Kasumi once again lecture him on not being rude about the Closed Fist team. He nodded to her but as she turned her back he went back to the small crowd, gesturing with them the ok sign, then the thumbs up with a smirk and nod. Finally he caught up with the main team captain. "Oh come on its all in good fun." Tyson stated to her strolling alongside her. "Besides they love it, you might not realize it but pro wrestling is just as much about style and a certain... braggadocio. If you will." Tyson reminded her, gesturing with hands out and a big smile. "Heck my mo... I bought a robe to wear out to matches this year." After a moment when they were both getting closer to the class board Tyson gave Kasumi a very light tap on the shoulder with a fist. "Besides, I know overconfidence is a bad thing and all that, but the team is just about back together, and we got some guy from Cambodia coming in. I'm not saying we got a six-peat to look forward too. But unless Closed Fist is bringing some secret weapon we don't know about. Why shouldn't we be confident about this?"

[Taka Uchiha]

Form the minute the Vice Captain of the Closed Fist walked into the Academy, he could heard the arrogance coming from Tyson. Taka always did hate the guy though it came from having to lesson to the tool brag about superiority when in fact he was useless but, it was the girl captain that proved to be the problem. Kasumi was handful for the last captain and the main reason they lost. For he wasn't allowed to fight her as the captain had other plans. He wasn't truly aware but, he also was not one to question the one person that could break him. Grabbing his skateboard, Taka placed it under his arm and then proceeded to place his hands in his pockets. Even with the loss, the Closed Fist was the group of choice for young Taka. He got to soar free and fight like he wanted without having to hear Tyson's blabbering like a buffoon. One always wondered why he had such a dislike for Tyson and it was for reasons that seemed simple but, truly complicated.

For now he would keep his reasons under wraps but, he wasn't under any orders to not beat on Tyson or the other Open Palm. Walking to the nearest corner, Taka essentially waited for Tyson and Kasumi. He dropped his headphones and fixed his uneven beanie. Few of the girls that walked by gave the handsome martial artist a nice wave and even blew him a kiss. He had the looks and the style to get the women but, he prefered the ones with personality and depth to them. If he could, Taka would even Ayo as a girlfriend over majority of the shallow females that roamed the hell of Kimura. Next was about to the miserable thing a student could ever say while walking by a member of the Closed Fist. The kid's exact words were, "Those Closed Fist are chumps. Look there's one loser now." Within a moments notice, the young boy was upon the dumb freshman. Maybe this was a big misunderstanding or just a joke. Either way Taka didn't like and it disgraced the name of the Closed Fist. Suddenly Taka spun around once before driving a hard right heel into the freshman's face, causing Taka's strength to make the kid lift off the ground, slamming into the ground before Tyson and Kasumi.

The Vice Captain took a step forward with a grin before looking up a locking his eyes onto to Kasumi's eyes. "Well if it isn't Beauty and the Beast. Glad your meathead showed up because I needed to practice my taekwondo." Taka's voice low and smooth, keeping with the grin.

[Hikari Sama]

Kasumi was about to keep lecturing Tyson but was interrupted by a poor student being flung towards them. One of the new Closed Fist members by the name of Taka appeared from the same direction and stared right at her. Kasumi wasn't really sure how to react at first but the boy spoke. "Well if it isn't Beauty and the Beast. Glad your meathead showed up because I needed to practice my taekwondo." He had a big grin on his face and he was clearly looking to start trouble. It was only the first day of school and this kid was tossing students through the halls, such a thing was unacceptable. "Hey! Fighting is not allowed outside of the arena!" She put herself between him and the scared student. "I demand to know why you assaulted this student!"

[ERode]

A cheap ticket from Kyoto to Kansai was around 1840 yen, approximately $23.18 dollars. It took a little over an hour and a half, but still Ren Akimoto made a point about visiting his sisters and a few others at least once every two weeks. After all, even after acquiring his ‘special’ skill last summer, a power that he made sure no one knew about, the Japanese boy’s actual kendo skill still wasn’t on par with the girls back at Chiharu. It was extra training, and maybe for socializing as well. Kimura Academy didn’t have much of that, after all, considering only those that were amazing strong ever got any real attention, and considering how the amount of people who used weapons-based martial arts was incredibly small. Something along the lines of getting hazed for using a weapon instead of your bare fists. But whatever. Hopefully, that’ll change in his debut.

Yawning, the voice of a Vocaloid singing softly through his earbuds, he leaned against the window, eyes flickering at the changing scenery. His bokken, chipped from headlong collisions with fists and such, was propped against his shoulder, and he sat in an odd manner, one leg bent up on the seat, another stretched out. In both hands, he cradled three bento boxes, meant for three days of lunch. Miyu went all the way again, it seemed. Though she was asleep when he had left, the fact that it wasn’t a burning mess of charred food meant that Rin didn’t cook it, and that his little sister woke up earlier than he did to make a lunch for him.

Ren had woken up at six AM.

He decided to remind himself later to thank her over a video chat.

Stretching out with another yawn, this time bringing his arms back and making a ‘pop’, Ren stood up, holding the bokken in one hand and the lunchboxes in another, before bracing his legs as the train came to a stop. Stepping out through the automatic door and taking in a deep breath of air that was slightly less polluted, the black-haired swordsman smiled, and then walked off. It was now 8 AM.
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Ren Akimoto was an unknown in Kimura Academy. Those that knew him generally had a neutral impression of him, as he wasn’t famous in any martial arts, and had never entered any tournaments for kendo in the past. He also never showed the ability to do anything special, and stubbornly wielded a wooden sword as his opponents shot chi blasts and fireballs in his way. His tenacity seemed to be borderline abrasive, but in a school of elites, tenacity meant nothing, and his win-loss ratio was the greatest amongst the people in Open Palm. Essentially, he was infamously known as the weakest member of Open Palm. His sword was strong, and his feet were fast, but with no supernatural ability, it was difficult to get any type of victory.

So that was probably the reason that, while being jostled by a group of fans that were crowding around Kasumi and Tyson, Ren was unnoticed as he listened onto a conversation between a freshman and Taka, the taeknowdo fighter that was probably the last person that beat the shit out of Ren last year. But soon, it was revealed to not actually be much of a conversation. No, it was just, as always, an Open Palm fighter or fan talking trash to a Closed Fist fighter. It was almost embarrassing, really, how no one could simply be a fan, without hating the other side so viciously. As a matter of fact, the only thing that came out of the conversation was a kick that sent the guy flying.

That looked painful. And unnecessary. Enough to make Kasumi pissed.

God, rivalries were nice, but there was no need to get violent about it, right?

Before Tyson can lay down more smack talk and such, Ren walked in, following Taka’s path.

Still holding onto a stack of three lunchboxes, wrapped up in a piece of white cloth decorated with pink sakura petals and blossoms, he interjected, before anything else could be said, “Fujioka-san, Ishimura-san kicked him because, once again, a fan of Open Palm started going off on a tangent about how Closed Fist sucked. Seems like there’s been lots of fights happening like that last year as well? Maybe you should start a public campaign fighting against the hate that seems to be directed to Closed Fist kids? It’s just like bullying, isn’t it? We can start to fight against this prejudice by wearing pink shirts for one day every year!”

The last two sentences were bullshit, but they were also just a joke.

[Haikufrenzy]

Tyson could just FEEL that speech from Kasumi coming on again when a student sailing towards the ground in front of them made short work of that quickly. Tyson glanced over at the Closed Fist member who had the bravado to say that, granted its one thing to try and act tough, it's another when acting tough involves hurting an innocent bystander. "Big talk from someone who's going to get their legs snapped like a twig." Tyson replied, cooled on the jets and not letting Taka see any weakness. "Not to mention, notice how you call me the meathead, yet I'm not the one beating up innocent people. Yeah, real tough beating up unarmed people, real manly." Tyson might be a bragger, but he also had morals. Morals that aren't quite up to normal people's standards, but morals none the less. He held a hand out to the student and helped him up, wiping the debris off of the kid's back. "You okay?" The student meekly nodded as a classmate helped put his arm around their shoulder and took him to the nurses from there. "Here come on you two, he'll get his." He told Kasumi and Rin. Gently tugging at their arms with his hands to get them to move on. He meant it too, first fight meet of the year Tyson was going to pencil himself in against the young skater punk.

As things had settled down a bit Tyson moved on to go to the board, seeing his classes which were all pretty good looking, nothing too nasty in terms of the teachers had to offer. As he turned away from the board a sudden murmuring from the crowd near the board all started shifting from classes to a limo that had pulled up to the front of the academy nearby. The driver had gotten out, hurrying over to the back door and opening it, deeply bowing afterwards. The young girl that had emerged from the back of the limo was pretty striking. Healthy features, good form, but she still has an aura about her. One that was hard to precisely put a finger on. Tyson just looked on, quietly trying to make sense of it before moving on.