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One Piece: The Journey of a Thousand Miles

Hello, I'm a big One Piece fan and I'd like to join.

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@OliveYou

It's fine, I love it just the way it is. And why a pokemon? lol

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Those are really good, now I'm excited.

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I'd like to continue but idk how, I was hoping someone else would step in and save us or give a hand. More like i was expecting it, the timing and setting is perfect.

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Done with his fight Mikale thought about helping the others, he dismissed the thought. Now was a perfect time to see the abilities of the other students. He spotted the aggressive girl from earlier, she was rushing in with daggers, is she an assassin perhaps? She has a lot of power if her launches, she appears to be pretty strong. "Why is she slowing down" Mikale thought, at this rate she will be overrun.

Mikale dashed over to the aggressive girl who was now surrounded by spirits, he ran to the center of them. "You really shouldnt bite off more than you can chew" He said as he joined the fight. As icky as they were he couldn't help but be fascinated by the spirits, He began to wonder how their shifting works, these also didn't appear to be as strong as the Old man's look a like. He almost got lost in thought as a wolf leaped at him, he kicked the wolf back into the crowd.

Mikale noticed the aggressive girl was short of breathe, he new the right thing would be to pick her up and retreat to safety but he disregarded that for two reasons, she wouldn't let him if he tried and she was still fighting. He saw a bit of himself in her will to not give up, to keep fighting against all odds, so he stayed and fought.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Mikale stared into the spirits eyes, "You look just like him but you'll never have his eyes" he said in disgust. Mikale rushed towards the look-alike, and they started exchanging a barrage of fists.

"Hey old guy, what are we gonna do today?" Mikale asked the old man, "How many times do I have to tell you my name is... never mind, today we're going to start your training"

The spirit through a punch that connected Harshly to Mikales jaw, Mikale stumbled back a bit. "Not bad, but no where near as good as he was" they began trading blows again.

"Mikale you need to focus, a fight isn't just throwing the hardest punch. You have to read your opponent, predict their next move"

Mikale observed the look-alike, he fought in repetition, he throws a right then a left and feints. Mikale waited for the opening "Now!" he thought, Mikale dodged his right then closed the gap between them. He hit the look-alike with an strong hook and the spirit sprawled on the floor, the spirit began to melt into a goop. "How disappointing, the old man wouldve seen such a crappy punch coming a mile away. To think I let you touch me" Mikale sighed.

"I will be back in a bit Mikale, I'm just going to the forest to get some wood, winter is coming" The old man began to head off, "Wait,
old guy i'm coming with you" Mikale said confidently. "No, you must stay here and set up for my return" The old man ordered, Mikale kissed his teeth, he went back inside. Every year the old man would go into the woods at this time and come back with a heap of wood, but he never brought an ax with him. Curious, Mikale began to follow the old mans tracks into the woods, He saw him looking up at a large oak tree, Mikale hid behind bushes being sure not to make a sound. The old man took a step back and kicked forward, Mikale felt a gust of wind and the tree began to tilt to the side, slowly it fell to the ground, Mikale softly gasped in awe to the old mans power. The old man grabbed the tree by the branch and called out "I thought I told you to set up the cabin! If you're not home before me, you will be spending the next week outside you disobedient wretch" Mikale began to dart towards the cabin well aware the old man wasn't bluffing, the cabin was now in sight, "I might win thi.." The old man bolted past him lugging the tree on his shoulders, "Not fair!" Mikale cried out.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Listening to what The headmaster was saying Mikale kind of hoped for a partner, he thought about who his partner would be and how there powers could complement his. He daydreamed about being partners with someone with super strength who could launch him like a cannon ball "that would be so cool" he thought to himself. His daydreaming was interrupted by a loud noise, the room suddenly in motion reacting to the sound. He decided to head towards the far back corner of the room, he saw a few chairs stacked next to a window and climbed to the top one. He sat and watched the other students to see their abilities, he sees a kid put up a red bubble of sorts around him and another person. Next to him a pile of the strange substance began to clomp together, seeping in through an opening in the window, it took the form of an old man. "This is scary stuff, you look like him but can you take a punch like he can" Mikale said jumping down from the stack of chairs.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Im not inactive really just looking for a good time to transition in.

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@QueenNugget

Mikale pulled back, he saw that she really wanted to but restrained herself, "maybe next time then, the names Mikale" he said walking away a little disappointed. Before exiting the auditorium Mikale turned towards a strange kid with white hair and a green scarf whose been staring at him since he entered, "Is there anything I can help you with?" Mikale questioned with a hint of sarcasm, he assumed he was just a strange kid but there was something to him he couldn't place, something interesting.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@QueenNugget

Mikale watched as the now aggressive girl took the cookie from the other girls grasp and launched it, unable to contain himself he burst out in laughter.
"You must be confident in your abilities to make such ridiculous statements, you do have abilities don't you otherwise you wouldn't be here. So show me, hit me with your best shot!" Mikale leaned forward pointing his cheek towards her. He assumed she'd have strong physical abilities but doubted her abilities were fire based, he was willing to make a gamble, to probably make a friend. Despite her radical ideals he admired her confidence.