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Akira was walking to the gym, thinking on the events of a week ago, or at least what Akuma had written down for him. [i]I wonder what business Jack has with Tsurara-san. It doesn't seem like she knew him, so they don't have a past together. Maybe he's been hired to kill her. .  no, that doesn't make sense, he wouldn't have given up so easily if that was the case. I feel like I'm missing something here.[/i]

Akira groaned, rubbing his temples as he felt himself getting a headache from his frustrations. He had been in control for the past 3 days, having regained it at the moment Akuma had killed some Akurans in a rather brutal matter. The mere thought of it made him ill, and strengthen his desire to rid himself of Akuma once and for all. Sometimes, it was just too easy to forget how willing Akuma was to take life, how much he craved it. With a sigh, he decided that some sparring would help him relax a bit before classes started, groaning a little more when he thought of how they had classes even during the weekends. [i]I don't think that'll ever not suck.[/i]

As Akira entered the gym, he noticed Tatsuya sparring with some training bots, though a better word might be decimating. They stood very little chance against the boy, which made sense given the new found knowledge he possessed of Tatsuya's fighting abilities. With this in mind, Akira decided he might as well help his fellow student get a good early morning workout.

"Hello Tsu-, I mean, Tatsuya-san, I hope you're having a good morning so far." Akira said as he approached, watching as the bots collided into each other one after another. "It would seem as though you would require more of a challenge in your choice of sparring partner, would you mind if I volunteer myself?" He said, getting into a ready stance as he was sure that Tatsuya would say yes. Not much can be learned from smashing bots into each other like he was doing.

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[h3]Dylan[/h3]

Dylan was walking down the hall, flipping through the internet on his H.A. phone, sometimes switching over to the Judgement App that would alert him to any criminal activity that Judgement was currently engaging nearby. Currently, that was nothing, which led him to be extremely bored. He considered going on patrol, try his luck, but he'd been doing that all week, and it had gotten him absolutely fucking nowhere. He was getting extremely twitchy with all of this excess energy in him, he needed to fight something or someone soon or he was going to lose it.

Just when he was about to go up and challenge some random student to a duel he wouldn't let them refuse, he rembered something. Scrolling through his phone, he found the list of clubs and saw that the martial arts club was active today. No sooner had he verified that, he was bolting through the halls, moving over, under, around, and even [i]through[/i] some students, until he arrived at his destination, the Martial arts club Clubroom. He took a second to calm himself down, tuning his fidgeting level from 'Spastic seizure' to 'He might just be the slightest bit insane'. Once he had done that, he opened the door and walked in, an energetic smile on his face as he gave a wave to those inside. 

"Hello, I'm Dylan Brooks and I'm interested in joining this club. Now that's out of the way, let's have a friendly spar!" He was already in a solid fighting stance, ready for anything.

[@Masaki Haruna]