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"Spent it on the swag and bling-bling." She was correct.
"..." Places her hand on his shoulder. "Tell me you are joking, I beg you. Do it for everything that is holy."
"Middle. Class."
"Shouldn't you still have some spare money? Even if it's a bit..." 'Unless he wastes it on stupid crap. He looks like the type.'
His body shifted into fighting stance once her sentiment to rise was returned. Seeing everything yet nothing at all, this woman’s malicious aura had intrigued him most definitely. It wasn’t just around her either, various spots all over Ishiyama had different presences, all of holding some form of that similar taint That would be the main point of interest to discover, his expedition beginning with crossing blades with the one who bared her fangs.
Easing his feet into a evened position upon the cold asphalt, balance became one of many priorities as all excitement was kept precisely trimmed. “Ah, it’s a promise. Kunieda Aoi.” He spoke, holding a fellow sword wielder with respect. Meeting others where he could test the bread and butter of his expertise, now it was time to take full advantage of Satsuki’s opportunity. Once her aura had slipped towards more hostile intentions that’s when he took the final preparation. That being his sword adjusted to one of the multiple kendo formations.
Positioned forward with a diagonal tilt, the time came to test the waters.
Her approach came like a rushing rapid, his grip solidified upon the handle in preparation for speed that he could capture. Similar to her own, Sanageyama launched from his standing with his blade at the ready. Along his skin, the pressure of the incoming attack actually be felt. Using what swinging distance he held, his return slash came with a swift bite, colliding the two wooden blades together in a gridlock that actually generated sparks as he garnered the strength to stop the Shingetsu style halfway. All around, a single shockwave ignited outward as the ground tensed for what damage could arise.
Within the epicenter, the fake eyes donned on the bandages were aligned perfectly with Kunieda’s irises as they were caught in a momentary push struggle. His lips curved upward as this was all the proof needed to reveal that there was promise. That pleasant uncomfortable vibration that rattled up his arms momentarily proved it all.
"Now you’re warming me up." Pushing off the balls of his feet, he slid back just far enough to get his skin out of the range of her sword’s edge, momentarily disengaging them. While this left them both with ample time for their next swing, this time it’d be the elite that capitalized. Tensing his grip, his intimidation naturally arose as he went for what his mental sight had set upon.
To subdue very arms that allowed her to carry a weapon. Slicing through the air, his pristine colored bamboo blade had closed in from her right with the intentions of smashing into her upper arm. Precision fixed to the utmost, it was a slash that could cleave through flesh and bone if handled carelessly even with the element it was composed of.
Her movement didn't reach finalization and much to her displease, it was stopped midway with a precision not many can presume. In that instant, she could have swore it can be similar whenever exchanging blows with Hilda. Sword in hand vibrated in its hold when meeting its end against his bamboo blade, great force demanded to keep a proper balance against him.
A subtle push broke any closure held seconds ago, where it can be defined both sword-wielders had met before recreating a field to openly move in. She fully knew he was no joke but the instant of finding herself free from that grip, she could feel how her already tense muscles ached by merely presenting opposition.
"'Warming you up?' Is that so?" Confidence does little justice to her voice devoid from a hint of surprise when both come in what can be called an exchange of glances despite its obvious ironic connotations. Who could ever say a man without vision could express so profoundly his determination through this method? Even so, it reaffirmed her initial goal and defeating him turned to be more of a priority than before. She can't lose, not in the grounds of Ishiyama that she so dearly protected.
Underestimating any opponent always can bring disadvantage, she could admit doubts lingered in her thoughts now at the lack of complete dominance in the situation but to allow them interfere was a whole different story.
From here and on he will excel on what she had seen. For better or worst.
Hilt is shifted up to let the tip grace the damaged floor in a backward angle, having both hands resting on the handle. Concentration is necessary for a counter-charge and regardless of the threat it imposed toward her, she permitted a brief instance to keep her eyelids shut. As a normal human she lacked the strength required, although better than the average she doesn't have the luxury to repress every once within her body that can be poured in her arms and weapon, for it can be considered another extension of herself. Lips parted, a soft exhale slips in between and her once faint-colored irises ignited alongside an aura that intends to match his own.
"Watch it, I'll set that heart of yours ablaze."
Chrysanthemum Beeline.
Taking advantage of the distance was the most optimum chance available, blade reestablished to its frontal position at the curved motion it follows to prepare another slash, again using wind as its main support; that instead of aiming for a close cut had entirely avoided physical contact but released an immense shock wave to mend its accuracy faults. She was fairly sure it is impossible to stop his tracks, irrupting the process of completion seemed to be her only chance to avoid a fatal hit -- if it can work, that's it.
Oga’s court #2
The Queen
Kunieda Aoi
"And as a member of Kiryuin Satsuki’s Elite Four.." His voice dipped into a more lethal tone as his fighting spirit drove above and beyond. Power of an otherworldly scale pumped through his vein’s as the cloth of a forged taboo began to resonate with Sanageyama’s current emotion. Whipping his hand back as the other prepared for the inevitable, it was her change of posture that had convinced him. Deep rooted instinct and experience could pick up the presence of a warrior.
Gripping firm at the wooden blade donned at his back, all it took was a quick flick of his wrist to rush it out of his sheath. Clasping it with his right, it was an expert’s hold that would aim the blade edge towards the Red Tail’s leader. Even with the normal sense of sight evaporated, it would prove quite the underestimation to try taking advantage of that. Working himself a fighting stance, in his mind, this was perfect.
If there was someone willing to stop him when he was so close, then she just might be one of the chosen few. The one who would reveal just what the Kiryuin’s eye seen valuable within this ran down city.
"I, Sanageyama Uzu, will begin the staring swing that will begin set the plan in motion. If you’re gonna fight me, woman, then I expect nothing less than your best." His lips twisted to a fight ready smirk, blood already firing up from the thought. Akin to a demon’s power, there could be something very unnatural sensed on his end if someone paid the proper attention. Honorbound, there wouldn’t be any sneak tactics. This would be a straightforward exception of her performance.
"Shall we?"
The knight now bares his resolve to Ishiyama’s world!
"And I, Kunieda Aoi, will accept your challenge." A severe voice exchanges a commonly calmed tone that in this situation attempts to not show any hint of impression as long as it's possible. In comparison to his passionate claim attained to an undying loyalty, she remains almost indifferent in that sense but like him, she has a reason to fight for. She merely opts not to be obvious. Aoi can keep judging his choice for believing this school can form part of their vain attempts of dominance. As for her? The queen didn't have any obligation except with her gang but she cared for everyone in Ishiyama, they were her friends somehow. And her sword has no purpose other than to protect what is precious to her, any adversity will be faced on no matter the circumstances ahead.
An alteration takes place in regard what surrounds him, aside of his position that does not presents any particular alteration other than when he draws out his weapon; what truly irks the sovereign of Ishiyama is not something simple to describe -- his sole presence can be accounted as menace, outburst of power that surrounds him and will bring whoever crosses that barrier into demise. It's different to demonic power but is easy to assume she cannot take anything for granted, a false move and everything will be over.
Eventual instance that she is caught in apprehension despite being separated by a considerable distance, caught off staring at him dumbfounded. Just what she needed. "Don't go easy on me either." Perhaps is nervousness that produces a faint smirk on her lips but she can't tell for sure.
Wooden blade is not drawn out yet but her hand is placed close to the hilt whilst it is kept lowered, her body remains bent and a single step forward announces the beginning of this dance. Her movements are quick only in approach, for her sword is unsheathed but for a brief moment to be positioned horizontally and separated at the height of her chest -- using the torrent of air as a support of her horizontal slash, aiming to pass by in the process.
Ichishiki Hagan: KIKU ICHIMONJI
It is a tentative technique to use before releasing heavier movements, she is uncertain if it will work or not but this is the only way to prove how capable this man was.
'As if I will let you act in that way with me! Be ready to regret your words, Sanageyama Uzu!'
'Isn't that guy who shouted at me because I was looking at him talking with Oga ...? Ah, just my luck.'
"What can a old blind and no leg man do for a miss like you?"
"Eh..?" 'Then how does he knows I'm here?' "N-no, it's nothing. I'm sorry I bumped near you."
For some odd reason, his statement had caused the woman to go silent. Normally, Yusuke would find this to be a good thing, however, she was still looking at him. She just wouldn’t stop.
Taken aback by her sudden exclamation, Yusuke paused as well for a moment before replying. “You need to calm your tits, lady. Anyway, look.. somewhere else. Okay? Not that hard.”
Why is he making such a big fuss over being looked at? It is not like she was trying to pry into his soul and its depths to discover something, then again, she was no capable of such strange deeds. His reactions didn't help, the Queen was already fairly agitated and at most she could barely pretend control with a wide, yet nervous smile.
"You have to be kidding, t-there's nothing weird that I was looking at you! I mean, I just-- it happens, it isn't something extraordinary! Like when you look a tree or the sky, or anything...! Y-YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL, DON'T GET ALL COCKY!"
"There are other faces to look at! I mean, yes, I am handsome as hell, but you’re starting to freak me out now!"
A moment of silence is permitted in between, his commentary leaving Aoi speechless, mostly due how stupid that sounded to her...
'Handsome? Oga is more-- ack, no! It's not the time for that!!!!'
"You're the only one here other than myself!!!"
"My business? You’re ultimately a part of it, along with everyone else in that school. Consider an honor, it even managed to catch my Satsuki-sama’s eye for more reasons than one." Knowing that much was one thing, the learning experience would begin right before his mind’s eye. He could’ve held the specs, that advantage in knowledge, yet he chose not too. The reason?
There was no growth without the promise of danger looming over. His enhanced sense was already weaving through this girl’s very being. This introduced him to a dark essence that was never felt before. It was an odd contrast due to the firm woman’s warning, just what sort of burden did she bare? It was a natural challenging smile that blossomed, to know what made her strong, he would discover that.
"Scouting it out. The place that’s about to become our leader’s once she gives the official word. I’m making an ahead of time visit as my leader’s testing blade." They were words spoken calmly and with experience. School takeovers have been a practice flawlessly executed and now, the biggest game were all that lingered.
'I was expecting something bad to happen when Oga left to America but this is worst.'
Confusion grows the more he speaks and while remaining in silence, listening to an explanation that didn't answer any query she held initially, provoked more to surge in the process. Fighting for supremacy is not foreign to a sukeban such as herself, any title of respect can simply be earned through one of the most simple and barbaric methods. However, what he says seems to held a greater meaning than a mere attempt of subduing every delinquent into another gang -- then what that can be?
Talking can't do the trick anymore.
Taking alternatives is not a pleasure she can have and only one possibility can sate what she truly seeks. What else can be done in this situation other than confront the problem face to face? Whoever he was or whatever he might represent can be demonstrated in a way he might know already.
"I got some news to your leader if that's the case, none of you will get near Ishiyama." Partial annoyance seeping through a despotic arrange of words, bearing an intimidating demeanor is what would usually fit her peers but she is not absent of returning to her 'old' ways.
"As a member of the Tohoushinki I will not let you to pass beyond this point!"
It's foolish to challenge a queen when you are nothing but a pawn.
"No shit… Why are you lookin’ at my face? Somethin’ in my teeth? I got a booger? WHAT?!”
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH LOOKING AT YOUR FACE?! IT'S NORMAL, RIGHT?! I CAN'T LOOK ANYWHERE ELSE!"
'Well, I can look somewhere else but that's not the point--'
"The fuck you lookin’ at?"
"At...your face?"
'What else I would be looking at?'