(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...
Within the streets of Honno, a girl wearing pink strolled through the streets under her umbrella. Soon passing a crowd as they watched a television broadcasting the Sudden Death Runoffs.
???: Oh my! Everyone seems to be having a blast!
Within the crowd the Mankanshoku family was among the people spectating.
Mataro: Oh man, she's up again Sensei. Man I don't know who to root for.
Meanwhile back at the arena.
Matoi and Sorausagi were standing in silence as they were mentally prepping. As for the spectators, the suspense was killing them. But as for the elites...
Nonon: Do you think the new girl stands a chance?
Gamagori: Hm. Sorausagi certainly has the advantage when it comes to skill, and his endurance is formidable. Plus... he wields a Kamui as well.
Inumuta: But even with all that, it seems we can't underestimate Matoi and her Kamui. But then again.. we never discover the real extent of Nekketsu power. This will be fascinating data.
Then as Satsuki stood on her tower, she slowly lifted her scabbard... before slamming on the pavement she stood on as a loud CLACK echoed out to everyone.
Satsuki: Round four....
The two locked onto each other, tensing themselves as both of them gripped onto their weapons.
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Satsuki: BEGIN!
The horn sounded off.
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Immediately, they transformed in unison as they clashed swords with great force that sent the debris off the arena. Sparks from their blade flung as they struggled to push each other back.
Ryuko: Tsk!
Y/n: Hmph!
Knocking each other back, Y/n began busting out his arsenal. Hurling a barrage of shurikens towards Matoi who had confident grin in her face.
