(Y/N) Sorausagi, a man with great sense of art set his eyes upon The Honnoji Academy where he'll undergo many obstacles in his path to seek out the information behind his father's demise. But also, to express the true meaning of art in his journey...
I leaves the doors from the Ninjutsu Club after giving today's training session with members.
Y/n: Damn it, why did I get a big lecture from Lady Satsuki?
Nekketsu: Maybe it's because of that whole bomber plane incident. You know the one when Mako shot down the plane and it crashed into the Two-Star district... turning it into a fiery pit.
Y/n: But no one got hurt or anything.
Nekketsu: That's what I don't understand.
Walking down the hall as they continued to talk, I heard sounds from the distant.
It was a gunshot.
Y/n: You heard that?
Nekketsu: No.
Y/n: It was a gunshot, let's check it out.
Running to high grounds, I spotted Matoi being attacked by a man with a flashy mohawk.
Normally, I would just watch but looked to my left to a Mako who was turned into a pincushion.
Nekketsu: Is she dead?
Y/n: Let's go Nekketsu!
Nekketsu: Roger!
I leaped off the building and landed near the two before hurling a kunai at the Mohawk man that pinned Matoi down.
But he dodged.
Y/n: Oh? This guy got some skills.
Ryuko: Wha-? Hey, I didn't ask for your help, asshole!
Y/n: I didn't come to help you... just go help Mako. As for you.
???: Hmph.
He aimed a... sewing machine-like gun at me before firing needle at me.
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I dodged a few as I let Nekketsu block the rest.
Only for me to counter by unleashed a storm of shurikens hidden in my sleeves.
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