Let's gun it.

Actual AP English Teacher, Date Masamune. Kendo club supervisor

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Guess who's back

　

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Ya'll

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  Fs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

　

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I apologise for intruding, sir, but somebody had confronted me about...you, as well as a 'booty slap'...? Had I any idea what this meant, I wouldn't have bothered you, so I again apologise.

 Yeah, yeah. Try to cheer up, will ya? You don't have to apologise for anything.

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Sensei, I was really confused, but then one of the other teachers explained to me what a "booty slap" was... That's not very nice, you know...

I don't know what you're talking about.

 Not sorry. I mean what?

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A rip-roaring time. [Open]

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The hallway was barely filled with the murmurs and steps of the few students that littered the area. Being a saturday evening, there were few still left in the school since most had gone back to their respective dorms and others had not much left to do before they too returned to their housing.

But not Souji. He found himself consciously heading towards one of the areas the kendo team practised in, though there was no meeting today. Perhaps he was starting to feel a little deprived, the thought of being away from any form of training or fighting starting to get to him more than it should. He was itching for a fight, or at the very least something to slash at. The perfect place would be one of the rooms he knew would be empty at a time like this, so he was free to unsheathe his sword and let loose on whatever was close him. What he didn’t expect, however, was someone waiting for him inside the room with a weapon of his own and what must’ve been the same desire to fight, seeing as how the end of his bokken was pointed straight at him the moment he stepped into his sight. With a blink, he locked eyes with the man he recognized as his AP English teacher and tilted his head, folding his arms in question. “Masamune-sensei? You’re not worried about getting fired for fighting with a student?” Not that he cared about whatever he would end up saying, since he’d end up fighting him anyway. Amusement lit up his eyes after a moment of consideration, and his hand dropped to the hilt of his katana, a grin stretching across his face.

“Have another bokken I could use or should we have a real fight?”

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The confidence the young man radiated was intense which accompanied an expression that mirrored his own. Masamune couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at this encounter. A student of all people, huh? Perfect. If he lost, the man would have established his position in the pupil's mind and would most likely not be hassled by him again. On the other hand, if he proved himself to be worthy, the young man would have to put up with constant invitations to duke it out again, for decent opponents were hard to come by.

"Fired?" The foreign word rolled off his tongue, "I wouldn't say that. Let us consider this to be a lesson, not a fight. An...extracurricular session, you see?" He didn't particularly care anyway. If he was caught and dismissed, the man would just move on as if nothing happened.

His single iris bored a hole in the teen that stood before him in the hopes that he would shake his resolve, but that proved futile. Masamune clicked his tongue against his teeth whilst puffing out his chest to show that his challenge has been accepted.

After a moment of silence, he walked off without uttering a single word and made his way to the kendo store room where he had locked away his blades to avoid suspicions. It wasn't everyday that you came across someone carrying a single sword, let alone six. His fingertips traced the simple design on the scabbard of one of his katanas as he tried to quell his excitement that arose from the anticipation of battle. This was good. Adrenaline coursed through him rapidly as he secured the swords to his person, three on each side.

Upon his return, he simply crossed his arms.

  "Let's see what ya got."

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For all of you in my AP English class.

You get an A, even if you didn't do that assignment I issued due to that if you guys are in my class, you're competent enough to be here.

   Now let's have a party to properly introduce ourselves, shall we? Your names are a good start. I may remember them.　

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(( OH YM GOD I JSUT REALISED MASAMUNE IS A ENGLISHT EACHER ))

What else did you expect?

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brightsoul replied to your post:   　

{ heheh score!! }

ooc: seppukus in your hat like a true samurai

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“Assaulting a co-worker will probably get you fired. Plan carefully with what you would like to do, and perhaps think about lightening up. It’s not everyday we’re permitted to have fun.”

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"Didn't I just say that I won't be responsible? You're the one who decided to continue, you see. I'm more than capable of having fun, but I don't even know who you are. Plus, do you think I really care what happens?"

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iamthebeloved replied to your post: Snaps his boxers. Oh, being young is fun!

Does it again. Smiles and perks his ears up. Cute look is go. Don’thitme.

No dice kiddo. The cute look doesn't work on me. Shall I let you have a head start? Or should I just start this party?

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Snaps his boxers. Oh, being young is fun!

 Go on. I dare you to do that again. I won't be responsible for what will follow.

Don't snap my undies.

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  You wish, Dawn.　

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ooc: it's so late. but i gotta protect masamoon's motorhorse diaps

  Being an actual AP Engrish teacher is tough　

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sassamune

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A rip-roaring time. [Open]

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“W-what are you doing!” Cory gasped. His backpack dropped of his shoulders and onto the ground. The Japanese man in front of him seemed out of place. Seeing how it was a Japanese school, that was rather odd, but Cory still wasn’t used to it. 

“Look, I don’t want any trouble.” Straightening out his shoulders, Cory tried to reach for the backpack. Who carries a sword around a school anyway? At second glance, the sword was wooden rather than cold steel, but the inquiry remained the same. 

With a cheeky smile, Cory pushed the sword out of the way. “Cory Baxter. Entrepreneur. Nice to meet ya.”

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For the first time ever, the man didn't have anything to say. His brow furrowed in thought as he saw the young american approach him. He even physically moved a bokken out of the way to do so. Normally, people wouldn't dare. However this kid was, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

Masamune lowered his weapon slowly, not sure as to how to act next, but opted for the teacher's approach. "I'm Date Masamune. The AP English teacher." He didn't feel the need to mirror the friendly expression he was given due to his mild confusion.

"Ya....lost? Che. You've got some nerve." He rolled his shoulders and closed his eye to collect his thoughts, "not many would do what you just did, Mr Entrepreneur."

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A rip-roaring time. [Open]

A smirk graced his features. The new blood that was strolling in from whatever circus they came from caused him to let a derisive snort escape his being. Well, he might be a teacher, but he could have some fun with this. Nobody likes a stiff anyway. This time, he didn't have Kojuro to hold him back. He was going to let loose and have a wild time.

During his teens, he was a conqueror. He, accompanied by his gang of delinquents, would take over place to place, feared for his infamous and explosive fighting technique. Skilled with a sword, he rivaled that of a seasoned master. He even possessed the skill to handle six at one time, although he never implemented that ability unless someone came along that was worthy enough.

He had already "borrowed" a bokuto from the kendo club and was practicing his swings in a secluded part of the grounds.

"This way, nobody will interfere." Without a rival, his regime has become sloppy however, his desire to fight still burns within. "Che. Life's boring nowadays. What happened to the cool parties." It was safe to say that settling down was probably not the former one eyed dragon's thing. It would even be wrong to say former. No, he was simply dormant. There are still many who would cower at the name of Oshu's number one.

All was going well before Masamune heard footsteps approaching and all he wanted was for it to be someone who could handle themselves in a fight. Who cares if he gets fired.

  "Excellent." That was the only word to escape his lips before pointing the end of the bokken in the other's direction, egging them on to react.