Hot-blood.

“Oh, there are girls in your squad, too?” Having been under the impression that Ryuuta’s team was comprised of only stern-faced men instead of also including high school cheerleaders, Hime’s face lit up a bit at the suggestion. “That’s a good idea! I’ll tell them when I see them!”

Hime proceeded to follow Ryuuta’s directions with a lively tread as she sang her theme, to give Ryuuta an idea of what his squad’s future theme could sound like. Rather than shrink back in embarrassment, she practically swelled with pride each time it was blared on the town’s speakers. She made it while keeping the best points of her town in mind, so other people wouldn’t be afraid to move in. Even Hime knew a town full of demons sounded terrifying to someone not in the know or not used to it.

“It’s two stops west of Sangen-Jaya~ The express train doesn’t stop there~…” She even waved her hands about, as if conducting to some invisible choir. “Tsun tsun dere tsun dere tsun tsun~!!”

#sakurashinmayorsoffice #um #suzdenly

He couldn't help thinking, who's tsundere here? Did Hime have a special person in her life that she punched the hell out of daily? Kishi Kyousuke, maybe? But... he could just be a punchable kind of guy. Why wouldn't you want to pick on the queen's stalwart knight? Er, Mayor's.

Better hope that mind reading wasn't part of Yarizakura Hime's repertoire of abilities.

"Alright, well... if you do come up with something... you better teach our rookie. I can't pass that along."

Am I... finally going home?

#going to work soon but let me leave this open here.#open starter #taru arts #u can be on the boat or call it a ship if you want wonkwink #or pick something else idek #i had this drawn 80 years ago for the exact purpose of being the first starter i'd have after being away for such a long time #glad i remembered it.

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((And no, “Rapper” was not a typo. Little did you know that Rance is actually excellent at rap battles.))

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#ooc #oops

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"What the fuck is this about?"

“…” Hime stopped in her tracks before abruptly backing up a few steps and hurriedly turning as Ryuuta signaled. “I…I knew that…” she muttered in childish defiance.

Rather, she should have known, seeing as that’s the route she had chosen to get Ryuuta home in the first place. Her next step on the pavement was more of a stomp at the realization, which deflated into a slow, disappointed trudge.

“You…you guys need to have a song telling you how to get to your dojo,” Hime raised her voice in an effort to preserve a little bit more dignity. “Like me! I made a song telling people directions to Sakura-shin! And it’s catchy, so you never forget them! Make a theme like that!!”

#sakurashinmayorsoffice #I GUESS THAT MEANS THE OUENDAN ARE FUCKED #CONGRATS #YOU ARE NOW HOUSING A DEMON MAYOR

"Nah. I don't think I would do that. Maybe you could ask one of the girls to do that instead."

Catchy mnemonics were more up Sayaka's alley, or Aoi's. Aoi could probably do it in three languages. If Ryuuta were to recite something like that... well, he'd probably feel dreadfully childish.

"It's pretty easy really, once you know you can just follow the river up north. The Dojo's a bit down one of the roads, but you can see it from the riverside, if you're lookin' left."

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things i will unfollow for on April Fools

reblogging and encouraging mean, harmful, and reckless “pranks”

participating in mean, harmful, and reckless “pranks”

people encouraging mass unfollowings of people coz “it’ll be funny” (spoiler: it won’t, you’re just being a hurtful dick and possibly making a good person cry)

participating in the second mishapocalypse (not only is it the most annoyingly shitty thing to have ever happened on the internet, misha himself has expressed displeasure in it)

Hime nodded once more. “I’m always up for training, and learning something new’s even better!”

Upon hearing their destination, Hime began marching North, as per the only direction he was able to give her in his drunken, naked stupor a little while back. The mayor was confident she could find it, given that dojos were pretty hard places to miss in the first place. She knew a few things worked differently outside of Sakura-shin, but the make of something like that shouldn’t be too different, should it? Of course, an ouendan dojo might have its differences, but then again, that could mean a different fighting style too! Hime’s almost militaristic tread turned slowly turned into jaunty skips. She didn’t even lose speed at what she thought was Ryuuta’s oddly-placed concern.

“Just say that I followed you home so you could train me! Nothing wrong with that, right?”

#sakurashinmayorsoffice #don't underestimate the power of magical saitou chef #...wait i dont have backup icons shit

"Actually, that's weird. We're turning right here."

As if he wasn't changing topics at all. Ryuuta turned as he said they would, planning to take that road up to the river. Then they would go true north. Which meant that they would be walking alongside the river for a fair bit. Maybe the Asahi squad would see them, but whatever, this route was faster. There wasn't another diagonal road up to the riverside until after the Ouendan residence, and as long as Saionji didn't decide to pick a fight with him, they were fine. Wait, didn't Ryuuta always pick the fights anyway? No one answer that.

eatthebread:

An invitation is thrown at his head, "Don't bring your crazy blond friend."

Ryuuta's hand clamps onto it approximately half a second before impact.

"Huh? You mean Saionji? I think I have better escort choices than that!"

Did people think they were dating or something? No, they just punched each other in the face.

#submission #eatthebread #and other things #ha hah ahah ahahah.......

“I got it!” Hime nodded fervently before jumping up into the air once with a clenched fist raised to the sky. “I won’t let you down, senpai!”

As Hime started twisting her body around, trying to stretch out each muscle she could think of, she hummed contently, brainstorming of things she’d propose he could teach her. But in the middle of a set of squats, she looked up to see a notable lack of raw energy that was expected of an Ouendan member.

“I double got it! You don’t have to worry about me hitting you from here on out, senpai!!” What else could she say…?

“Uhh…osu!!”

#sakurashinmayorsoffice #hime's all like heyyy osu!#and ryuutas like ok #clearly this is good ouendaning

"..."

"You're really into it, huh? Just wanna jump right into it?"

"Could give it a go, sure. I'd have to take you to the dojo, 's the only place I know with anything to train on."

The training dummies over at the Yuuhi Ouendan's place were interesting, because most of the training done with them was actually more of the spirit-focusing sort -- thanks to the ingenuity and the immense spirit and power of Danchou of the past. Ryuuta had to wonder if Doumeki knew how to craft such things. He must, if they had to keep the dummies in good condition. It seemed so magical. Was Ryuuta going to learn how to do this eventually? He couldn't even imagine how those things would work.

"But you know, I wonder what the squad'll say when I waltz in with a teenage girl following me..."

“…Oh. If you don’t know how to summon your weapon back, then please teach me how to fight unarmed!!”

She had the tone of a small child on her birthday. It might’ve been out of her comfort zone, but she looked forward to learning from someone with more experience in this field, where she barely had any. And Ryuuta possessed passion and energy, which Kyousuke most definitely lacked. This difference between them would most certainly reflect in how he taught.

“You got it, Ippongi-senpai!” She exclaimed before bowing down deeply.

"...Me? Teach you?"

Ryuuta wasn't that great of a teacher, he felt. Tanaka Hajime learned from him because that kid was a fucking prodigy at learning. And Ouen was something Ryuuta knew with his heart and soul. But Hime asked so earnestly. Maybe even with all her heart and soul.

"...I guess I could do that."

"Still usin' the punching bag, though."

Ryuuta wasn't going to forget the time he basically got buried in the pavement by another oni.

#sakurashinmayorsoffice

Ryuuta hands her a particular infant with chocolate smeared around his mouth. "I couldn't stop him."

"I bet you didn’t even try…"

"I-I’m excited!!"

#intensecheerfulness #man i know that feel

"Then take the wheel. Whenever you want."

"…"

It definitely wasn’t the first time she’d gone overboard at the prospect of new techniques, but to recklessly hurt a relatively new acquaintance in the process made Hime slightly less responsive to his assurance. To her, it had hints of a formality, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

"A punching bag…” she repeats .It’s where most hand-to-hand fighters start, where people learn the basics of CQC and things like that, right? But just wailing on a punching bag until you were tuckered out didn’t seem right to her. After all, she didn’t gain any progress in training with her spear unless Kyousuke was there to critique.

"Ippongi Ryuuta-san…!!” she looked up at him with expectant eyes. “…Will you train me, then?”

"What? Hold on a second! Did you think I would know any better than you how to do... the telekinesis thing?"

It wasn't really his division, after all. Not that he really understood psychic abilities at all. He just... did Ouen. And it happened. How would he be able to teach something he didn't understand, or something he couldn't even really do?

"And oi! No '-san', none of that!"

#sakurashinmayorsoffice

Ryuuta hands her a particular infant with chocolate smeared around his mouth. "I couldn't stop him."

"I bet you didn’t even try…"

"…" Was this a doppelganger? Sayaka started to pat him all over, just to be sure it wasn’t another impending alien invasion. Attacking by replacing Ryuuta first would be an ideal strategy.

Several inappropriate touches later, she was sure this was her fiery leader, “…Alrighty then…”

"What, you done, or excited?"

#intensecheerfulness

Ryuuta hands her a particular infant with chocolate smeared around his mouth. "I couldn't stop him."

"I bet you didn’t even try…"

"…" There was no such thing as an overreaction regarding Ryuuta and doing anything even marginally romantic.

"And, well, my night is yours. Alright?"

A certain demon gave him a certain ridiculous idea. There was absolutely no guarantee that was even going to happen, but he would hold to his words nonetheless.

#intensecheerfulness

“…!!”

Fighting off the urge to hide in the coils of her scarf, a paling Hime took a timid step forward and gingerly picked up the lacrosse stick from the ground. She didn’t mean to hit him—she thought he’d end up catching it. A seasoned fighter would be able to react quick enough, right? But even if it was an accident, she needed to make up for it.

Looking to the ground to avoid eye contact again, she muttered as softly as her natural, authoritative voice would allow.

“Umm…you could hit me back, if you want…”

As she waited for a response, she found the lacrosse stick in the very middle of the two of them, having rolled there after dropping onto and bouncing off of Ryuuta’s foot.

“…At least I’m getting halfway there…” she exhaled with a slight hint of pride at her ‘progress.’