I must fight

I am Oogami Sakura, currently the world's greatest fighter. It is my goal in life to keep possession of this title, to hold it until I can rightfully receive it from my one true competitor. I was selected to attend Hope's Peak Academy, where my name would be known.

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The Anger in Your Heart || Kirigiri & Sakura

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Feeling the great weight of pressure suddenly put on her foot as she was about to kick a bar sent her toppling over. A small yell escaped her lips as she lost her balance. Her arms went flailing out to try and grab something and that person was Sakura, the large burly figurine. Black leather gloves gripped her shirt as her chest heaved with the fear in her heart. 

"G-Gomen." Kirigiri mumbled as her lips twitched. She immediately let go and settled herself as she straightened out her skirt and pulled the sleeves on her jacket down. 

"Let’s go." Kirigiri let the tangled locks of her pale white hair fall in front of her face as she looked at the ground. She could’ve injured herself. At least Sakura was there. The strongest and the most brave. She had a lot to thank her for. Considering she was going through a lot with the built up anger. 

Even now she didn’t want to trouble Sakura with her over-flaming anger. It was gone though. The anger in her heart. It was all but diminished. She knew the pent up anger she had at first would only get worse until she ridded it from herself. The only way.

[walkwiththorns]

"Follow me," Sakura agreed. She could see the fire that had previously overwhelmed the girl's small body slowly retreating back into her heart. Loose limbs, a paling face. That wouldn't do at all. Sakura could see a troubled soul when one passed by (or perhaps stormed into her gym and attempted to assault the equipment) and she often found it surprisingly difficult to let them be. A bleeding heart, her family had called her. She thought the title didn't mean much coming from hardened fighters with dreams just as self-obsessive as her own. And more often than not, she had quelled the urge to step in. She spoke rarely, and emotionally interacted even less.

Maybe, the super duper high school fighter figured, 'going with her gut' on this would be the first step in her earning a positive reputation with her peers. Maybe showing her heart would distract them from that terrible nickname they'd given her.

"The dojo is not fully stocked as of yet. It is only the second day. But it will suffice." Sakura put together a loose plan of how this visit would go. Truthfully, she had little faith that this mysterious detective would follow any paths she laid out for her. Sakura only hoped that after being thoroughly punched and kicked and screamed out, she'd be able to draw meaningful stories from her new acquaintance. Leading Kirigiri down the hallway calmly, Sakura forced herself to speak in an effort to erase the uncomfortable expression from the girl's face. "I assisted the headmaster in ordering the proper equipment for the facility, modeled it after my family's dojo. I know precisely what you need, Kirigiri."

[hopeheadmaster]

INTRODUCTION 01 : The Strongest Flower

[hopeheadmaster]

Jin breathed easy as the first student arrived, it was to be the start of many one on one sessions and finally putting a single student out of mind as he focused on his job he welcomed the student inside.

It took a few moments for Jin to raise a hand to respectfully reciprocate the bow but he did so without fear. His whole role after all revolved around understanding the Super Dupers never fit a single stereotype.

"I’m sorry to have dragged you away from everything but it is important for the school to understand everyone’s needs." Jin apologized if only to be polite. "I understand you have requested a number of items from your family dojo, and the school has no problem with that, further one of our rooms on the top floor has been allocated as a ‘Dojo’ although without your suggestions it would simply be a large room with Cherry Blossoms."

Continuing with a somewhat embarrassed tone he took one of many leaps of faith as headmaster. “It was really just a pure coincidence that we got two types of beautiful Sakura, I got to thank the people whom do the selections”

Compliments, the most simple way to build a positive relationship

[walkwiththorns]

The headmaster's comments caused Sakura some confusion. She faltered, raising her eyes to stare at him in a strange way. Such a comparison had only been made twice now in her life, and Kenichiro had made it seem far less awkward. "Thank you... headmaster. I noticed the addition earlier, but opted to explore the gym first."

A school having both a gym and a dojo separately, and so far apart, gave Sakura the suspicion that it had in fact been put together for her in some way. She made a mental note to compile a list of proper equipment for the room. She figured it would be a fair assumption to think that someone like the headmaster was rather unskilled in the art of preparing a dojo. Knowing it would most likely only be used by her, Sakura was grateful for the addition and the opportunity to properly continue her routine. (Though of course, she would have left the school immediately if told otherwise.)

"I have yet to do so," Sakura continued. She rarely spoke so much, unless around pupils at her family's dojo or authority figures such as Jin. Respect was vital in learning and community. "I was on my way as you called me down, actually. However I am certain your esteemed academy has supplied us with the best equipment available."

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The Anger in Your Heart || Kirigiri & Sakura

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"I need to kick something. Where’s that giant bag?" She huffed in anger as she strode through the small lifting room. Not any sign of a punching bag mainly strong equipment that required lifting. She didn’t want to life she needed to bash her anger out. 

She sighed heavily as she followed Sakura around. All the machines were very foreign indeed. Fingers examined the small machinery with awe opening eyes. 

"I know this one however. Treadmill. What the hell is this one though?" Her voice shouted loudly at the contraption. All this anger welling up inside her she couldn’t contain it. She had to maintain it though. She didn’t want Sakura to see her in such a state of worthlessness. 

"Where the hell is the punching bag. I need to smack something!" She fumed with anger at the prospect. 

[walkwiththorns]

"You... do not regularly kick any type of bag, Kirigiri." Sakura walked a short distance behind the detective to protect the girl from injuring herself. She also figured it was less likely any of the more delicate machinery would be damaged if an experienced eye was around. Surely the school could afford it, but impressions still had to be made.

"I am afraid that no help will come to you in this room," the fighter murmured, crossing her arms. The lavender haired stranger clenched her fists noticeably and strode around the leg curl machine.

Sakura could tell that Kirigiri was a smart girl. She truly believed that. Not only was her title and acceptance into the school impressive, but her natural aura was one of intelligence and intellect. Surely on most days, if not all, she would be considered one of the calmest and smartest people in the school. Without a doubt she could out-think ninety-something percent of the population on an average day. Kirigiri was widely known as a child prodigy, a genius. She was smart.

However, anger can cause people to do very, very dumb things.

Luckily a good fighter reacts before their opponent fully realizes what they're doing. Sakura caught the small foot before it could connect with an unpadded bar on the leg curl machine. "Please, Kirigiri. Allow me to escort you to our academy's dojo. There you will find many things which you may abuse."

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The Anger in Your Heart || Kirigiri & Sakura

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Eyes looked spectively at the stranger. This was not a man but a woman. Her chest was massive and rippled with large muscles. Even her scarred face was muscly. She tilted her head up to stare at this person in the eyes. It was important to keep eye contact. Especially for someone like her. 

"Kirigiri Kyouko. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Detective." She tightened her gloves on her fingers. A small sigh escaped her lips. 

"Angry? I’d assumed more of a imperfect matter of annoyance. It was nice to meet you Oogami." She hesitated as she turned her back. Her white hair whirling around. Then she heard her father’s voice echoing in the back of her mind. In a deep sigh she closed her eyes. This person was here for a reason. Wether it be to just work out or maybe to just be there. 

Judging by the scar and the hard lines on their faces they worked constantly, maybe in hopes of escaping some sort of horrible memory like her. She wore normal school girl clothes slightly wrinkled from her workout which is clearly visible. However one thing did concern her, the large pink scar on her tan skin. It jagged down her eye like a sore thumb. Even with her investigative eyes she couldn’t pinpoint the thing that had caused it. 

"Excuse me. How do you tend to get anger out? Is there any solution other than screaming? You see I’m an Investigator not someone who tends to go to these places all to often." Her lip seemed to quiver as she pressed them together. Her hand waved around to describe the work out room. 

[walkwiththorns]

Sakura straightened her back and smiled in a slow, knowing way. Yes, she had heard of the Super Duper High School Detective. And yes, the detective was Super Duper Angry, though the cause seemed to do with much more than her two days of high school.

Clearly Kirigiri Kyouko had deep-seated issues that were causing such a flair in emotion. Famous detectives worthy of the academy did not simply erupt in anger, whether it be the headmaster's daughter or someone with no connections at all. It was the same as a Super Duper High School Fighter. They would not allow someone will such capabilities around other important young people if they could snap one day. And they wouldn't nurture the mind of someone impressionable enough to rage over someone they had met the day before. It was her job to remain calm and unbiased. Sakura would tread lightly.

Treading lightly, however, seemed to mean providing physical outlets for years' worth of rage and depression.

"Likewise, Kirigiri," Sakura murmured in reply to her forced pleasantries. "In my dojo, screaming without apparent and just cause is looked down upon. And yes, if you mean to ask if I work out to left off anger, that is an acceptable way."

Sakura paused. This girl was obviously in need of special treatment, and she was clearly one that wouldn't receive it. Perhaps it was time already to share her secret technique. "I can show you how to operate the equipment if you'd like. Some work better than others for this. And if that does not work... I am willing to show you my number one stress reliever. Though we must go to the dojo for that."

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The Anger in Your Heart || Kirigiri & Sakura

All things considering, after the time that Kirigiri left her father’s office and the rampant sounds of her feet hitting the floor. She walked blindly in any direction. She didn’t care. The anger was too much for her to handle. The image of her father, his voice, everything about him she hissed loudly. Curses poured out of her mouth as she traversed the slightly dark hallways. Some scattered with green, various tints of blue, and vivid splotches of pink. The colors only seemed to blur her eyes as she blinked back tears of rage. 

Then she heard a noise coming from a room. A loud clanging and banging. Her lips quivered with rage as she peeked her head inside the door. A man stood sweating in a small weight room. Long white locks of hair tumbled down his back.  The walls were pink however and oddly strange. Kirigiri didn’t intend to have a conversation with this man but she did decide too. 

She coughed loudly for the man to hear her. Her eyes flashed anger as she stared at the man. She should at least say hello of some sorts. She was going to school with her after all. 

[walkwiththorns]

The second day of school had been equally as busy as the first. Though the stress of navigating the new building and introducing herself had lessened considerably, Sakura still felt sort of uprooted. Her daily regimen had gone unfulfilled for two and a half days- this was a record, one that hadn't been broken since its beginning back when she was in preschool. Admittedly, it wasn't until a few years ago that she upped it to an intensity that made even her father wince. She grunted at the thought, accidentally sending the tall stack of weights higher on the machine too quickly. They clanked and wobbled, and Sakura closed her eyes in remembrance. She could lift more than her father, anyway. Skirt or not.

She only lifted the weights a couple more times, soon abandoning the machine. Standing, Sakura grabbed the towel from the bench beside her and dragged it across her sweaty, scarred face.

An intrusive noise broke the calming silence. A peer with long lavender hair and eyes filled with passion was leaning halfway into the room. Though most would consider this a strange sight (and it most definitely was one, she was sure of that), Sakura didn't bother to bat an eyelash at the newcomer. She wished that classes would start already, so that she could at least match a full name with the angry, blotched face. Her face was not suited to rage, but it seemed her heart was. Her aura wore it well. Sakura turned to bow at the stranger, the daughter of the headmaster. Figuring that was the last thing she would want to be referred to as, Sakura introduced herself. "Hello, I am Oogami Sakura. Selected as Super Duper High School Fighter."

Lifting her head slightly, Sakura stated matter-of-factly, "You are angry."

[hopeheadmaster]

INTRODUCTION 01 : The Strongest Flower

A few hours after the assembly Jin Kirigiri, Headmaster of Hope Academy decided to get to work on his official duties which during the first weeks included interviewing the students individually in an attempt earn the respect and familiarity of those with ‘talent’ which in Hope Academy was essentially everyone.

Personally Jin simply saw it as a chance to get to know his family for the next few years…although the bitter feelings that had with that word walked into the school with a certain student.

Picking a folder at random it was fate that he would pick that of his own daughter, but the headmaster quickly put it elsewhere ignoring the chance for such a sudden confrontation from his past.

In only a few moments a broadcast from the headmasters office echoed through the school.

"Sakura Oogami; can you please report to the headmasters office on the fourth floor of the School Campus. I repeat, Sakura Oogami to the Headmasters office on the fourth floor."

It was with a tang of guilt that Jin thought to himself how he had dodged a bullet by ignoring Kirigiri’s presence for now. Resuming his task as headmaster and not as a horrible father he began to actually read her file.

"H-How many titles!?" Jin exclaimed gobsmacked.

Maybe it wouldn’t be a bullet to do him in after all.

[walkwiththorns]

Sakura glanced towards the ceiling as a distinctively male voice rang through the building. A small noise of recognition escaped her, one slightly tinged with annoyance. She had spent her first couple hours watching as her new classmates interacted among themselves, introducing herself to only a single student. Then they had been assigned rooms, each Super Duper High School Student scurrying into their respective cave to unpack. Her bare dorm lacked the familiarity that her home possessed, she felt, and the items she had requested from the dojo wouldn't arrive for another few days. So she grabbed her electronic handbook and sought out the gym.

Pausing to check the map again, Sakura turned and retraced her steps. As she walked through the strangely barren halls she considered the size of the building. And she rather liked it. The ceilings were high and grand, connecting to walls that didn't make her feel boxed in and exceptionally large. She could breath in this school, and her muscles felt encouraged.

However, she did find the layout and distribution a bit strange. The schools she had been to previously housed the headmaster on the bottom floor, in a convenient way. Sakura snorted as she climbed a third flight of stairs. Some of her classmates would end up dreading the trek through the school, with this amount of cardio.

Sakura knocked, pausing politely for another invitation. Inside the office she found a surprisingly young man with a tight smile and a thin file, which was quickly stashed beneath a pile of others. She stood before his desk, her head bowed in respect. "Hello, headmaster."

[evafankawoshin]

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