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Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

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Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

Bakusa listened carefully from the attic above, as he followed along with every step Kiro took. It was dangerous to teach the kid any real techniques, as told by their own elder. Asuka knew this, but Bakusa wasn't going to stop her, especially after hearing Kiro's story. 'It's not like I'm the one teaching the little brat techniques.' He chuckled to himself, as he smiled softly. 'If the the old man finds out, it's not on me.' He reasoned to himself, as he continued to eagerly listen. 'Dumb kid.'

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

Kiro's eyes lit up, as he watched the amazing technique. Kiro nodded, as it was now his turn. He got into his horse stance, as he slowly blocked Ally's punch with a simple mid-block. "That's when I..." He stepped forward with his right foot, stumbling a bit before landing it behind Ally's own foot. Kiro slowly pushed down on Ally's arm with his block, as he was taken aback at the ease of doing so. He didn't realize the lack of stability an arm had once it was fully extended. Kiro then went in with little confidence, as he pushed Ally down hesitantly. "I use my foot to help knock off her center of gravity, and..." He grabbed onto the lapel of the gi, as he held his fist back. "Bam!" He exclaimed, as he cheerfully looked back at his master, only to notice the newcomer.

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

Kiro returned to Asuka and Ally several minutes later, as he proceeded to explain his entire situation, starting all the way back from when he went to join the karate club. He proceeded to explain his feelings of being too weak to do anything during his fight, how Ally came to his rescue, and now how Ijime was seeking out another battle because of the false rumours being spread all over the school. "That's why it took me so long to get here, Sensei Asuka." He explained to her, as he kept his head low. Just telling the story reminded Kiro just how much of a loser he really was. He was pathetic. "I'm scared to face the guy again." He felt his rib cage. "I can still feel his punches." Kiro's hands shook in fear, as he remembered the intimidating figure. "But at the same time, I can't keep hiding forever, I know that. And if they start to get impatient, they might start taking things out on people close to me. I refuse to let that happen, though." He looked up at his master, as he brought on an embarrassed smile. "I guess I'm just not quite too sure what I'm going to do." He wasn't very confident in any of his abilities learned from the dojo to help him in any sort of real fight. Come to think of it, all he truly knew was how to properly throw a punch. What was that going to get him against a trained karate student like Ijime?

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

"Right, sorry." He laughed in embarrassment, as he his other hand at his side as well. Kiro stared off in the distance, as he tried to let time do its thing, flow. He curled his toes around the edge of the posts to keep his ground, as the bar shook from Ally's continuous movement. He couldn't help but think about the bully he had faced just the night before. He let the bully's insults drive him to push himself to the limit. He'd prove them all wrong one day.

Kiro worked hard for the entire evening, as he did continued to do several series of strength training. He couldn't feel his arms, or legs, or anything else by the end of it all, but he did feel accomplished. 'I just don't know how I'll keep this up every day.' He complained, as he exited the gates of the grounds. The thought crossed his mind that he could indeed end up dying within three days if he continued to train so hard, but that couldn't actually happen. 'Right?' Kiro nervously questioned if it were possible in his head, as sweat started to pour down from his forehead.
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(some unspecified amount of days later...
AT SCHOOOOLLLL)

The final bell was heard all throughout the grounds, as Kiro peaked his head out of an empty locker in an unused classroom. He had to use the double protection just as a precaution. He had started hiding in this specific location every day since the fight with the karate club bully, giving excuse after excuse to leave his final class just a bit earlier than they let out. The janitor felt bad for him, and gave him the keys to use the room whenever he needed to. Kiro was scared out of his mind as to what might happen if he were to be seen by the bullies again. They may have wanted to settle the unfinished business. Kiro silently, and carefully, climbed out the window of the classroom, as he rolled into some bushes. He peeked his eyes out of the bushes, shifting them left and right to confirm that the coast was clear.

"Hey, Twig." Quite the annoying voice laughed from behind him.

"Ah!" Kiro screamed, as he fell over from his squatting position, and right into the open. He slowly turned around, thankfully finding someone who wasn't the person he was running from. It was Niijima, who was indeed a bully, but not the kind that could punch Kiro's face in. "Oh, it's you..." Kiro angrily mumbled, as he picked himself off the ground. "Wait, were you hiding in the bushes too?" He questioned, quite confused.

"I was, I was looking for you, ol' Weak-Knees!" The alienoid teen laughed, as he pulled out his handy PDA, along with the pen that went with it.

"What do you want, Niijima?" Kiro questioned with irritation, as he dusted off his pants legs.

"Word on the street is that you got your butt handed to you pretty good by Ijime." He chuckled, as he tapped on a few things on his screen with his pen.

"You mean the jerk from the karate club? Yeah, so what?" Kiro asked about it, clearly not in the mood for anything the jerk Niijima had to say.

"Well, another word on the street's saying he's not too happy about all the bragging you and your friends have been doing." Niijima added, the sly smirk planted on his face.

"What bragging? What are you talking?!" Kiro angrily asked, as he grabbed the collar of Niijima's shirt, pulling the alienoid in close.

"I tried to tell you before, but I just couldn't seem to find you. It looks like someone's been sending emails to the whole school, saying that you had the flu when you fought the big brute. That you could have wiped the floor with him any other day if you desired it. You really chose the wrong guy to piss off, didn't you, Kiro?" Niijima laughed in Kiro's face, as spit flew off from his open mouth.

"I never did anything like that, and you know it!" Kiro angrily explained, as he shook Niijima slightly.

"I know you didn't, Weak-Knees. Because I'm the one who did it. Thought I'd settle the score for you." He pushed Kiro off of him, as he started to walk off. "Anyway, I gotta go. Just wanted you to get a handle of the sitch. I'd be careful walking home if I were you, Twig."

Kiro growled angrily, as he clenched his fists. He thought about punching Niijima, but that wouldn't really solve all that much. 'Oh, man. What am I going to do?' He cried to himself in his head.

Two humongous kids from the karate club came into view from afar, as Kiro quickly dove back into the bushes. 'I'll never be able to show my face in public again. If that Ijime guy gets his hands on me again, he's sure to kill me this time.'
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The sun began to set, as Kiro was the latest he had ever been to the dojo. He barely had any time left for training! Usually he walked with Ally back to the dojo as soon as school was out, but Kiro was too afraid to leave his hiding place for a while. Even after he had gotten out of his hiding place, he found bullies at every corner, all from the karate club, waiting for him to show his face. Kiro was covered in dirt, leaves, and other disgusting things, as he tried his best to take the safest route possible to get to the dojo. Usually he had Ally there to help him open the enormous doors, but not this time. He had to open them himself. He gave a mighty yell, as he gave the door everything he had. Once again, to no avail. Just as he expected, he was nowhere close to opening it. "Asuka! Ally! Bokusa! Muhai!" He yelled for each one individually, hoping to get a response from someone so he could get in.

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

Kiro jumped up, as he grabbed the wooden bar. "HAAAAA!" He exclaimed, as he tried his hardest to pull himself upward. He left the dumbbells on the ground, as he had bigger problems to worry about first. The boy didn't move at all, he simply hung there, looking quite pathetic. "I can't do it." He mumbled, as he sighed. He continued to try, but to no avail. He wouldn't be able to do such a thing at full strength, let alone after doing all those punches with dumbbells.

He fell on his bottom, as his arms gave out from hanging for so long. He tried again several more times, but Kiro just wasn't strong enough to complete a pull-up. What seemed like an eternity passed by, as Kiro continued to try and try, but he was nowhere close to lifting himself up. Finally he found himself hanging on the bar again, for about the fiftieth time, as he decided it was time for a new strategy. He planted his right foot on the slab of wood on his right, and his left on the wood to his left. This took the pressure off of his arms, as he slowly shimmied his way a top. He finally found himself a top of the wood, as he planted his feet on either wooden post. "I did it!" He celebrated, as he jumped into the air, almost losing his balance once he landed back on the posts. "Close one." He laughed, as his attention was then turned back to the floor below him. He saw the two dumbbells, far out of his reach, on the ground below. "Oh yeah, I was suppose to grab those, weren't I?" He laughed to himself, as his face grew quite pale. There was no way he could get all the way back down, and then back up again! It took him forever to get up there in the first place!

Bakusa approached the post, as he bent down to pick up the two dumbbells. "Hey, kid! I think you dropped these!" He exclaimed up to him, as he tossed both up with ease and precision. How was he able to do such a thing with his eyes closed!?

Kiro quickly, and frantically, tried to catch the two dumbbells, as they flew up to him. He caught them, but his arms were still quite heavy from the previous workout, as the two dumbbells forced him to bend down slightly as he caught them. He almost fell over because of them. "T-Thanks!" Kiro gave him gratitude. 'What a weird guy.' Kiro was having trouble getting a read on Bakusa. The master seemed to express things as if he didn't wish to train Kiro at all, but he kept giving him all this help. 'Maybe he's not so bad afterall.'
Kiro smiled at the thought, as he watched Bakusa disappear within the dojo. He then drifted his eyes over to Asuka and Ally, as he recalled the task at hand. "Right!" He exclaimed, as if in response to their onlooks. He resumed a solid horse stance, as he brought out his right fist, as if he had just shot out a punch. His left hand's fist faced the sky, as it rested near his waist, but Kiro tried his hardest not to have it rest on it. His right arm especially felt like it was going to break in two, as his arm faltered downward slightly, Kiro unable to bring it back upward. Sweat poured down from his face, as he concentrated on just not completely dropping it.

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

"I'm glad you're here," she said, "We're going to focus on your strength, since you can't even push a door open." The last part wasn't said with venom, but it wasn't exactly warm either. "Show me your punch," she said and when he did she clicked her teeth.

"Yes, ma'am!" Kiro exclaimed, very excited to start, as he threw out a simple straight. It was loose, he didn't fully extend his arm, and it was awfully slow. Awfully. "Hmph." Kiro smirked, thinking it wasn't too shabby. "How was that?"

"We're going to work on that too."

Kiro sighed, as he sunk his head low.

"Get in this stance. It's one of the more traditional stances, especially in karate. A lot of moves can flow from this stance, but today I'm just showing you how to punch properly." She put her fists to her hips, her elbows pointed behind her. "Punch out straight with your right arm, twisting your cost until it flattens and you finish the punch. Keep your wrist straight and don't hold your thumbs in your hands." She gave a slow demonstration then continued, "Keep your right and up and start punching with your left. As you punch, being your right arm back into the starting position." She demonstrated a couple more punches like this. "Show me."

Kiro copied her stance, as he sent his right fist flying out, his left resting near his waist, just itching to be sent out next. He altered punch from left and right, as his punches seemed to get better and better with every try. They were still horrible, but better than before.

Once she felt Kiro was getting the hang of it, she said, "Do you see those dumbbells? Pick them up and punch. I want you to do one hundred punches with each arm. If one punch is off you're restarting, understand?" She could tell this was going to be a big challenge for the boy, but if he could make it through this simple training he could push through other training too.

Kiro nodded to show he did indeed understand, as he picked up the two dumbbells. At first he thought it was pretty easy, but after about ten, Kiro was ready for a break. He huffed and puffed, as he took breaks after every three punches.

Bakusa growled angrily, as he listened to Kiro's movements from across the courtyard. "What are you doing!?" He angrily screamed. "The moment you stop to take a rest is the moment the enemy's going to strike! You let your arms fall down to your side, and you've already lost the fight!" The man yelled, his fists clenched tightly. He had no interest in training a disciple, but...
The kid was just pathetic, he needed some pointers. 'One or two pieces of advice aren't going to hurt, I suppose.' He thought in an attempt to justify his actions.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Kiro thought what the man said made sense; Kiro just had little-to-no stamina do such things without breaks. 'But if I want to get stronger, I need to push my body to its limits!' He convinced himself, as he continued to throw out the punches, now much more confident in his throws then before. He wanted to quit, he wanted to stop throwing out his arms, but he couldn't! He wouldn't give up this time! His arms shook and wobbled under the pressure, as the weights became heavier and heavier.

The blind man smirked, as he could feel the intensity coming off of Kiro. He wasn't strong, and had no natural talent, but hard work always trumped over both of those things with enough time put into it.

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

"Yes, I am ready!" He assured her; quite the look of determination on his face, that is until the subject of money was brought up. "Uh, right, right. Money..." He reached into his back pocket, as he pulled out a generic brown wallet. "100, 200, 300," He counted his bills aloud, as he surprisingly had just enough! It was everything in his wallet, but Kiro was sure that it was money well spent! "1000 yen!" He grinned ear to ear, as he handed her the money.

Bokusa smirked, as he chuckled a bit to himself. He would have charged Kiro at least 50,000 to even think about training with him. "You're too soft, Asuka." Bokusa mumbled quietly to himself.

"Then it's settled! You can start your training with Asuka!" A charismatic voice exclaimed behind Kiro, as a tall man rested his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What the-!?" Kiro screamed, as he whipped around. He hadn't heard anyone come in, where in the world did the guy come from!?

It was Muhai, the eldest master in the dojo. "You can even begin tomorrow!" He assured the young boy, as he smiled down at him.

Kiro slowly backed away from the intimidating man, headed for the doorway, as he ran right into someone. Of course, the person didn't even budge upon impact.

"You better hope Asuka goes easy on you." Bakusa said quite scarily, as he casted a glance down at Kiro.

Sweat poured down from the boy's face. He started to back away from the doorway, but then looked back behind him to find Asuka, Ally, and Muhai. He was surrounded!

"If you were training with me, kid, you'd be dead in three days tops." Bakusa assured him, quite seriously.

"T-Three days?" He stuttered, as he quietly repeated Bakusa's words. He questioned rather or not it was too late to get his money back, but quickly decided against asking.
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"Okay, bye now!" Kiro exclaimed back to the group, as he exited the dojo, and started to walk across the courtyard. He waved back to them with a forced smile, as he tried to keep himself from breaking out into a run. All of the masters seemed a little weird to Kiro. 'The scary kind of weird,' he thought to himself, as his inner voice sounded as if it were crying. Kiro gave the giant wooden gate doors a simple push, as nothing happened. "What in the world?" Kiro mumbled, remembering how easily Ally had pushed them open. He tried another push, this time using every ounce of strength he had. The door just wouldn't budge. "It's feels like it's made out of lead!" He angrily exclaimed, as Bakusa walked up beside Kiro. The scary man casted another menacing glance at Kiro, as he put up his index finger to push the door open. The door in front of him flew open, as Kiro was knocked over onto the ground (because he had all of his weight on it, as he tried to push.). "Uh, yes, thank you." Kiro awkwardly mumbled, as he dusted himself off. "I'll-I'll be on my way now!" He awkwardly laughed, as Bakusa didn't even bother to respond. Kiro quickly began to speed walk off, afraid that if he stayed any longer, one of the masters were going to lose their cool and end up killing him.

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

Name:Muhai Furinji

Age:84

Gender:Male

Rank(Disciple, Master, Bully, ECT):Master

Martial Arts Style(Unless you're a disciple): Hybrid Martial Arts, Mixed Martial Arts

Gang Affiliation(If any): Yo' Mama

Looks: Like a tall, buff old man. :|

Height:6'2"

Backstory: Muhai was in a similar position as Kiro, as he too was picked on by other kids at his own dojo. After he won his first battle, fighters kept coming to challenge him, as he was forced to crush entire dojos. One day Muhai woke up, and the challengers stopped coming; however, he was now an old man! His entire life had been taken away from him because he made a vow to never back down. Other than this, not much is known of the master's history, or how he founded Ryozanpaku.

Crush(If any): .-.

Personality: I imagine him being quite a friendly, wise character. With his many years of experience, he's able to give quite the advice to anyone who seeks it from him. That's all I got.

Other:He is far above in skill and strength than any other master.

Kenichi: History's Strongest Disciple Roleplay! (Open to join)

Kiro kept his head low, it all was quite embarrassing to him. "I-, Well-, kind of." He tried to make him sound stronger than he actually was, as he stumbled through a response. Realizing that no one was going to buy anything he told them, he sighed. "No, I don't know how. If we're being completely honest here, I couldn't keep up a fight against a broomstick." He laughed, as he revealed the truth.

Bokusa stood just outside the doorway, as he eavesdropped in on the conversation. Making sure his presence wasn't known by the newcomer.

Kiro remembered why exactly they were there in the first place. It was too late to turn back now, Kiro had to prove to the master that was completely ready to learn. "But, if you'll teach me," he jumped up from the table he sat on, as he accidentally knocked over several tools and bottles in his jolt. "I'm ready to learn, Sensei Asuka!" He exclaimed, as he gave her another bow. With the impressive dojo, these masters had to be some really serious fighters! Akita was right, this was a great opportunity he was given, and he couldn't just let it slip through his fingers.