human
"Hey I didn't know she was your girlfriend alright?!"
Shouted the young man running through the streets of downtown West City, sun beaming down on the brightened white of the streamlined buildings and clean sidewalks. Red sneakers splashed out a puddle as the boy turned down an alley, hoping to lose the three figures that were chasing him.
Kyoku, age sixteen, dressed in his usual fashion of blue jeans, a loose black T-shirt, and a purple button up shirt worn open, the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He was just getting out of school when he decided to flirt up a cutie on the way out that he could just not pass up. Unfortunately for him as he nearly talked his way to first base right there her boyfriend and company came out of the woodwork it seemed, after the boy now for trying to get with his girl.
"I mean it ain't my fault she wants to screw around, I-!" A bottle crashed against the wall next to Kyoku, interrupting his attempts to reason with his pursuers as it shattered over the alleyway. Wincing at the sudden noise and threat of sharp glass, Kyoku barked back angrily at those chasing him, "shit I'd be pissed too if I wasn't gettin' my girl off either!", as he sped towards the other side of the alley in hopes to try and lose them in a bigger area with hopefully more people.
Kyoku came to a skidding stop however as a couple more figures stood directly in the way of the exit. The guy chasing him had sent two of his friends around as soon as Kyoku went down the alley and now they had clearly cut him off successfully. "Crap..." Groaned the boy as he pushed up the thin, small circular sunglasses on the bridge of his nose that had disheveled from the frantic running of Kyoku's escape.
"C'mon guys... We can work this out right?" Said Kyoku as he looked back and forth, seeing no real escape from the goons trapping him in, "it was just innocent right?" he changed his tone from earlier as he held up his hands.
"Not so tough now huh?" The one who's girlfriend Kyoku flirted with cockily spat.
"Hey... Hey... I'm not tough" Kyoku swore up and down, "just let it slide this time buddy alright?" Kyoku started walking towards the guy, arms out as he tried to reason with him. "Let's just all be friends right?" He said as he put on a big, wide smile, pointing dramatically to the grin as he approached. "C'mon, smiles all around!" Kyoku Threw his hands up, spinning around as he did so, throwing them to the left, then the right, in quite the odd little dance that suddenly shifted the tension of the situation rather awkwardly.
"Uhh... What the hell are you-Mphhck!!" Before the guy could even ask, Kyoku's fist found itself crashed into his face with a hard punch that sent him reeling back.
"Ha!" Kyoku let out a laughed breath as he struck, before turning quick and hurling his leg for the side of another, kicking so hard that the kid was slammed up against the brick wall before falling.
Kyoku sprinted passed the two who went down and the third who was dumbfounded, attempting to escape passed them the way he came in. That plan fell as flat as he did however as one of them grabbed Kyoku's leg just as he passed, tripping him.
Keeping hold, they regathered themselves around Kyoku, wasting no time in attacking. The group proceeded kicking and swinging at him. They weren't fighters like Kyoku, but numbers trumped his current skill even if he was able to knock a couple off their feet and they beat the crap out of Kyoku for what seemed like minutes on end before finally leaving him there in the alley.
Uuuugh...." Kyoku groaned out as he lay in the alley, defeated. Sunglasses bent, clothes a bit stretched out and covered in shoe prints, Kyoku sat up slowly, running his hand through his dark, almost black blue, spiky hair that messily pointed upwards in random directions, before he wiped over his face, shaking off the throbbing pain. It took a minute to regain himself but Kyoku stood eventually and cracked his neck before rubbing the pain away from his now stiff shoulder.
"Whatever... Don't have time anyway to be kicking their ass all da-.... Shit what time is it?!" Kyoku glared at his watch with wide eyes as he realized the time. "Fuck I'm gonna be late!"
Though he had regular schooling like most kids his age, as a hobby Kyoku took up fighting at the Turtle School of martial arts. It was prestigious among martial arts schools that taught of course fighting, but even about the force of energy known as Ki, a commonly known power within all living things that, as everyone knew, with the right discipline could be taught to be harnessed - what better way to pick up chicks than to come in better than everyone else able to shoot light shows out of your body!
The loudmouthed Kyoku sprinted for the Turtle School Dojo, trying to get there before class started.
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Tsuzume
"So? What do you say?"
A frustrated sigh was the initial response to the inquiry, which had been tossed over to sixteen-year-old Tsuzume for what felt like the millionth time now. It wasn't that many times, not in actuality. But it really did feel like way too many. It wasn't that the raven-haired girl didn't have an interest in men. The better way to word it was she had standards, something that many of her classmates didn't comprehend. Or at least it appeared that way, especially on some days more than others. Now, unfortunately, was one where it was as clear as the sky whilst it was void of clouds.
"Look," she finally began to reply in the most calm tone she could muster, "It's not you, okay? I just -- "
"If it's not me, then why don't you say yes?"
"Because I was trying to explain that part," she muttered bitterly, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. "I don't know. Plain and simple. I'm not going to rush into something I'm ... not one hundred percent confident on, okay? Now, if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be."
Tsuzume barely got to finish pivoting on her feet before an irritated growl resounded behind her. "What kind of bullshit is this you're giving me?! You think you're better than me or some shit?!"
"No, I already -- "
But that was as far as Tsuzume got. Soon, she saw in her blue orbs a very pissed off teenager that towered over her - even if only by four or so inches - and was charging right for her. Probably intending to tackle her, if Tsuzume had to take a guess. Her head weakly moved from side to side as she did perhaps the last thing anyone would have expected. She didn't run, cry, scream, or even elicit the softest of whimpers. Instead, she hunched down slightly, getting into a very disciplined-looking stance.
"Ha! Don't joke with me! You think you can overpower me?!"
"Nope," she replied honestly, earning a confused and simultaneously annoyed glare.
"Stop fucking around with me, ya goddamn -- !!"
By now, the distance had been closed. He was within reach and, apparently, that was the primary mistake the poor bastard made. If anyone was around, they would have had to avoid blinking just to ensure their eyes hadn't deceived them, simply because that was how graceful and swift everything occurred. The boy had gone from rushing towards Tsuzume to ending up flat on his back. But what made it more intriguing - or embarrassing, depending on the point of view one looked at the display - was Tsuzume kept true to her word. She hadn't overpowered him. Even though she did indeed appear to toss the obviously taller and no doubt stronger male, it wasn't exactly what she did.
If anyone with enough martial arts knowledge was around, they would realize the truth of the matter was easier than merely throwing someone twenty - probably more - pounds heavier than Tsuzume. She'd simply used his own momentum against him.
"As I was going to say, I don't need to overpower you. Now then," she stated in a confident tone, "Unless you want to see for yourself if that was a fluke or not, I suggest leaving me alone. I have to go." This time, when Tsuzume pivoted on her feet, she didn't hear anything; no cursing, no footfalls trying to stalk her, nothing. Well, almost nothing. Whispers were gently echoing, most of which seemed to be more directed at the failed assailant, though some were about her and the stunt she had managed to successfully execute.
"Baka," she muttered, sighing as she straightened out the skirt of her uniform. As nice as the practice before arriving at the Turtle School of Martial Arts usually was, Tsuzume found it equally annoying. Couldn't these guys pick on someone else?
Though, to be fair, I wouldn't really wish for anyone to be in my position ...
And so, after eliciting a defeated sigh, Tsuzume decided not to dwell on the past few minutes anymore. Everything that had been said and done already happened. The best thing she could do was continue on her way. No sense in risking being late because of one, immature idiot.
Speaking of immature people she knew, it seemed she - again - beat Kyoku. Her head slowly moved from side to side as she walked out, now clad in her martial arts uniform. Of course, the sleeves didn't hide everything. Most of her skin was concealed, yes. But if one made an effort to look past the folded-over parts of her gi, hints of white fabric could be made out.
Oh grow the hell up, already ...
As if everyone else heard her thoughts, the multiple gawks and stares finally stopped. A third sigh, this one holding an exhausted sound in it, passed her lips as she sank to the floor and sat patiently on her knees. Now, she waited for two very specific yet vital individuals; her sensei and Kyoku. All things considered, he was probably her closest friend. While she had half-joked ot herself and him if that was a sad thing or not, today had helped her reassure herself of one revelation.
The answer was no.
Sure, he was immature and annoying at times. But he wasn't that stupid.
At least not with you ...
Hopefully it wasn't only because he knew she could fight back. The thought made her grip her lower lip as Tsuzume hid a groan. Placing her hands atop the fabric of her hakama, Tsuzume slowly shut her blue eyes and began taking deep, calming breaths.
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As Kyoku walked in he was met with the sight of a much larger student flat on his back, others gathered around him muttering, and Tsuzume off from the rest of the crowd.
"Hey beautiful, what'd I miss?" Kyoku looked around, completely ignoring the fact that he looked rather roughed up himself as if nothing had happened. Though he was a notorious flirt and complete deviant, Tsuzume was his best friend and though their closeness promoted his actions, he did keep it to a more respectful, complementary minimum with her. It didn't mean there wasn't the occasional joke here and there that sometimes earned him a decent knock on the head, it was just how the two operated.
It was then that the rest of the students scrambled to evened out spots on the floor, sitting upright on their knees as an older man entered the class. He was bald and had a thick, grey mustache, and wearing a fold over style gi in the traditional style of the Turtle School, a vibrant orange with it's symbols on the front and back. He came from a door at the back of the room, standing on an elevated part of the floor before he sat cross legged on a mat and greeted the class.
"Hello students, I-..." The old man spoke with a kind, slower tone, his mustache covering his mouth in a way giving him the appearance as if he were constantly smiling. Thick brows raised however as he cut himself off, looking to the one person in class not yet dressed out in a Gi. "Kyoku... Late again?" He asked in a soft tone, "hurry it up and get dressed" he sternly told the boy, "we will all wait right here for you" the teacher explained in a delighted tone.
Kyoku's dark brown eyes widened and his face reddened as he was called out in front of the class. He stood up straight as the master addressed him and when he was told they would wait, Kyoku threw his hands up "ahhh... Y-you don't have to do that really I uhhh..." As he mumbled the boy began to inch his way towards the locker room as subtly as he could as if it would somehow hide his awkward exit.
The navy blue-haired boy crammed his overshirt and tee into the locker before working his belt off. His body was on the leaner side, but it was rather well toned. Even if Kyoku was a slacker when it came to most things there was something to be said of the exercise one was put through at the Turtle School.
Clothes tucked into his locker, Kyoku pulled the baggy, orange pants of the traditional Turtle Gi over up his legs, tying the drawstring before throwing on the low cut matching top that left his tight chest mostly exposed. Kyoku tied the purple belt over his waist, blending the top and bottoms of the Gi underneath, before he pulled on the matching wristbands. Lastly, he pulled on his socks and black slippers standard to the outfit. The standard Gi was orange, but the belt and wristbands that were a part of it were chosen at the students' requests when enrolling and Kyoku had picked his favorite - purple.
Though it was the standard Gi of the school. Some of the more overachieving students were more comfortable in their own Gi. A few wore the Turtle Gi out of tradition, some liked the style. Kyoku on the other hand, his choice was clear - it was the easiest to wear. It was too much work trying to find his own Gi and there was no real reason to for him, but as long as the clothes were approved by the master, they were allowed.
The boy now dressed out in his Turtle Gi, Kyoku inched his way back out into the dead silent room. "Uhh... Sorry... Sorry, my bad. Sorry" he mumbled the same way out as he did going in, returning to his spot next to Tsuzume and sitting on his knees, remaining quiet as if nothing had happened.
"Alright class" the master spoke finally, addressing the class as normal now that everyone was prepared, "we'll start today with our workout routine and when you're finished, partner up for sparring" he instructed.
Kyoku immediately looked to Tsuzume and raised his eyebrows over-suggestively, joking with her but also silently confirming his partner before hand.
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Tsuzume
To help pass some time, Tsuzume had shut her eyes and began to meditate. It wasn't mandatory - not yet. But it was highly encouraged. Sure enough, she could practically feel a proud smile and gaze looking right at her. She didn't need to open her blue orbs to realize whom they belonged to; her sensei. Not only hers, no. Everyone who took up this class, technically. Still, it was correct for Tsuzume to say 'her' sensei also. He had been the first and only martial arts instructor she heeded any instructions from. So, yes, he was special in his own regards. Almost like Kyoku was.
Just ... one was far more grown-up in their actions and words.
"Hey beautiful, what'd I miss?"
" ... Well now. About time you arrived."
Tsuzume turned her head, shooting a slightly exasperated but otherwise sincere grin towards her friend. "Are you ever going to arrive on time? You do know, I hope, that if I weren't scolding you now, sensei most definitely would be. And more likely than not, you would end up hoping it would be me."
Because the harsh truth was this; when he needed to be, their instructor was definitely a strict man.
Lo and behold, he began to prove himself as he arrived and spoke up, not missing the fact that not only Kyoku had been late but out of uniform.
"Kyoku... Late again? Hurry it up and get dressed. We will all wait right here for you."
As Kyoku tried his best to argue against it, he would possibly notice Tsuzume shooting him a look out of the corner of his eyes.
"Please ... just shut up and do it."
Though she wasn't saying it out loud, he could pretty much read the plea in her facial expression. The normally neutral look had vanished once their teacher began scolding Kyoku. Now, a slightly frantic look crossed her face. Unfortunately, he also firmly believed that everyone - not just the single student who made an error - would usually be punished. There were few instances, if any, that he allowed only the correct person to endure such disciplinary actions and quite honestly, she didn't want to see if today would be a lucky day for her and the others or not.
Suffice to say, the softest of relieved sighs echoed from Tsuzume's lips as she watched Kyoku vanish, only to reappear moments later in his own gi. Seconds after hearing they would begin immediately by sparring with a partner, Tsuzume began standing up. She was barely above the average female height, standing at five feet seven inches. Shoes would only add an half of an inch, possibly a full one depending on the type she wore, which made her full height about five eight or so.
Right as Kyoku raised his eyebrows in that same smug, eager manner, Tsuzume crossed her arms over her chest. "After the stunt you just tried to pull? I should say no. But ... "
Another sigh, his time a defeated one, passed her lips as another small smile crossed her face.
"Geez. You really know how to make me feel like a complete bitch and send me on one hell of a guilt trip. Alright. Get up. Come on. Just be ready. I'm not gonna take it easy on you."
Not that she ever had. It was just a kind reminder of sorts, one to help him recall it would be a habit Tsuzume would never change. Not just for him, either, but anyone else. Hopefully, that in itself would be a good sign of sorts, simply because she wasn't at least singling him out.
Still, prior experience revealed Tsuzume was never one for idle threats. Moments like now were some of the best examples of when she said what she meant and vice versa. While he got up to his feet, Tsuzume crouched slightly, lowering herself into a defensive stance. "Likewise, I hope you haven't forgotten my own golden rule; never go easy on me just because of my gender."
Admittedly, she was one of the few women students, but that was more due to choice. It wasn't like females were restricted or forbidden from joining. Most just opted to concentrate on academic studies, not martial-arts related ones. So Tsuzume was, in her own way, akin to a rare jewel somehow hidden in plain sight. Many other classmates had forgotten her golden rule. And ... well ... the reminders they got were anything but generous. If Tsuzume needed to give Kyoku the same remembrances she had done with the others, she would.
Not to say she would enjoy it, but she would definitely help him recall why Tsuzume created and enforced her 'golden rule'.
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"Well it does do it for me when you scold me~" Kyoku winked to his best friend, making a rather suggestive insinuation before class started.
As Tsuzume acted like she was about to say no, as if she wouldn't be his partner for being so late, Kyoku showed a skill he had more than mastered - puppy dog eyes. The boy pouted at her playfully, giving an innocent expression with exaggeratedly wide eyes that lasted only a moment before Tsuzume gave in already anyway. As she sighed, Kyoku grinned widely at his friend. He had a partner, and now all there was to do was to get through the warm ups.
Though they were mere warm ups, there was nothing 'mere' about them. Though Kyoku was indeed a slacker, one who normally wouldn't progress much in this sort of schooling, this dojo was a tough one and the strength he did have could be attributed to this. Simple warm ups consisted of vigorous exercise, stretches, and running that would wear out any normal, untrained person, in moments.
Still, their sensei was quite the motivator - fearsome yet fair and kind, it kept Kyoku going despite the difficulty until attending class became habit. The training was tough but no one could say that it didn't pay off.
After an intense starting routine, the students more than warmed up, it was time for sparring. After that they would probably continue onto their Ki lessons as they did most days, but for now Kyoku had his opponent and when Tsuzume urged him up quickly he jumped to his feet and took the same basic stance as her. "Guilt?" Asked Kyoku innocently, "nah, you do it because I'm cute" he assured her jokingly, as flirtatious as ever.
He stood at a height similar to hers, Kyoku just barely reaching half an inch over Tsuzume making it hard to tell which was taller at a far away glance. His lean, toned body stood firm in his stance, sweat already starting to glisten from his fair skin from the warm up routines.
Kyoku's mouth went slack as Tsuzume told him not to go easy on her, just because she was a girl. "You act as if I ever would" he said before grinning, readying himself.
Some of the students had already begun, sparring with their partners in their own separated spaces. Though no spectacular brawl was had, the class showed it's clockwork-like precision and strict teachings as they all demonstrated in full the basic teachings of the style up to that point.
And it was time for Kyoku and Tsuzume to join the dance so to speak.
A step forward and Kyoku threw his fist, a simple strike aimed for the face, regardless if it meant hitting a girl or not. Kyoku in many ways was an innocent soul, or perhaps 'simple' was a better word for it. He never saw Tsuzume as just some girl who couldn't keep up with the guys, some frail thing to protect. In fact, Kyoku admired the girl if he was being truthful and as such he knew she could take anything he could dish out and more. She was his equal if not greater and Kyoku always treated her as such, and no feeling on the matter was clearer as he openly attacked with no reservations.
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Tsuzume
"Well it does do it for me when you scold me~"
"...."
Tsuzume had no idea whether to slap him, shoot a glare, or simply opt for their sensei to deal with that remark. After silently contemplating for a few moments, she went with option C and found herself just a bit disappointed when D ended up becoming the result.
Of course it would be none of the above happening. Ugh.
To be fair, a good part of that was her own fault. And, well, she couldn't turn back time. Knowing she had already made her choice, Tsuzume brushed the words away, turning her concentration onto the fight that was about to happen. Whilst Kyoku got up to his feet, Tsuzume took a moment to use her peripheral vision and study how the others were doing. Many probably would have thought her to be nosy and perhaps to the smallest of degrees, this was partly true. Yet, that was definitely not the main reason she was looking. First and foremost, she was curious. Observing others was by far an easy and efficient way for her to study and gather ideas for new techniques or even counter-attacks.
Disregarding her main incentive, there was the simple fact that Tsuzume was friends with some of the other classmates besides Kyoku.
Yeah.
Believe it or not, the girl who always came off as too serious or even bitchy at times did have other comrades. Mind you, it was true there weren't many in number. But the fact remained as such; she did have others who would eagerly help her in the blink of an eye of not quicker.
Not to say she didn't have any faith in Kyoku. But back-up plans were nice to have. One never knew when they might or might not be needed, after all.
As her head turned and Tsuzume's blue eyes landed back on Kyoku, she grinned upon seeing him in his own posture. "Well," she muttered lowly, "Experience. Too many make the mistake of not listening to me. Force of habit; I'm sure you understand that much." He finally charged forward ....
And ...
Tsuzume couldn't help but snicker slightly and shake her head as she saw where his strike was going for. "You need to be a bit more diverse."
Leaving the hint at that, she pivoted on her feet, turning so her eyes and hands were looking at the same one Kyoku had tried to hit her with. She then proceeded to try to grip his arm and perform the exact same throw she had just succeeded on that annoying punk in the streets not but about five or so minutes. Normally, Tsuzume would admit - at least to herself - she didn't like using the same moves over and over again.
Honestly though, Kyoku had just made it too easy and tempting. How could she not consider doing this move again?
Moreover, it wasn't her fault he had set himself up.
So - assuming this all went according to her plan - she'd help give him the friendliest as possible reminder as to why diversity was so essential in this school. This was even more true when others chose to go against her as an opponent.
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Around the room pairs sparred honorably, and most of the pairs even equally. Their skill shined against one another in a proud demonstration tempered by the years of training this class had endured. By the time Tsuzume looked around, only about one or two matches had ended in quick favor of the winner, while the rest went on, training their bodies and skills to perfection.
And then there was Kyoku.
He had been with the class as long as most in the room and as such he was no slouch, despite being a slacker. He was fit, strong, and could actually fight but his lack of determination and applying himself left his technique with much to be desired. Though he did keep up, Kyoku still was the least of the class. Even still, there was something about Tsuzume that he admired other than just her looks, and whenever they sparred, he somehow was able to find the inkling of interest in the art itself, rather than as a means to get women.
Rushing at her with his quite obvious attack, something not so obvious was about to happen. Of course with such a reckless attack, Tsuzume easily caught his arm and as always would no doubt use his momentum to throw him over her as was her main tactic. Except this time... There was no momentum?
As Tsuzume grabbed his arm, what would be felt was not a heavy strike carrying his weight, but held back. As she pulled, Kyoku pulled back, keeping the two in place instead of letting her hurl him.
Another wide grin crossed his face, "I knew you'd try that" he said, boasting his memory of Tsuzume's move along with a way to counter it.
Sadly, as impressive as it was, Kyoku clearly did not think anything through beyond that as he left himself completely open and quite obviously so. This would be easy for Tsuzume if she took the chance.
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Tsuzume
" .... Huh .... "
It probably wasn't the reply anyone would have expected, but it felt like the most honest one for Tsuzume to give Kyoku. The momentum Tsuzume had expected to feel suddenly vanished. And when she understood that Kyoku had planned far enough ahead to keep himself from being tossed, Tsuzume flashed him a sly smirk.
"You know, Kyoku-kun, it's all well and good that you actually stopped my throw. But it won't mean shit if that's all you figured out."
Sure enough, while she paused and Kyoku seemed to be hesitating - or was it thinking? - Tsuzume started taking advantage of that. Her brain began going over a mental list of various moves and counterattacks she could do. He was literally right next to her. Another throw? No. That'd be even easier to predict than the first one she'd tried to use against him.
Think, think, think. Quickly now ... aha! Got it!
As the answer came to Tsuzume, she reached over, intending to grab Kyoku's wrist and hand in a familiar position. The Sankyo, to be precise. Despite being a common technique that every student knew, there was a very specific reason everyone was taught it. The grip was very effective. It could easily make even the tallest of men sink to their knees -- and all without having to resort to a low blow.
The other factor would be hinted as Tsuzume started to twist Kyoku's wrist, assuming her grab connected to begin with.
While the pressure and pain on his joints increased, he would be forced to think fast. In a situation like this, it was very simple to make a mistake instead of a smart move. Moreover, unless he could quickly escape, it would make him favor using his lower body.
Even still, that could be fixed by side-stepping and keeping herself mostly out of his range.
Thus, unless she had forgotten anything else that Kyoku could do, she felt confident she would win this spar via a tap out.
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"Heh heh~" Kyoku grinned proudly in response to the sound Tsuzume gave off.
There the two stood, locked in a clash as Tsuzume held young Kyoku's arm and he pulled, ensuring she couldn't throw him. All too proud of his little show, of stopping the throw of one of the most respectable students in the class - at least the one he respected most - this was as far as Kyoku thought and to him it was good enough, he was satisfied.
There was still the matter of actually winning, however, and so Kyoku reared back rather predictably before throwing his palm for her. In his swing Kyoku aimed for Tsuzume's side but it would prove useless as the more skilled girl pushed forward, forcing his arm back with the painful hold. It effectively stopped him from striking as she moved out of the way, rather suddenly having Kyoku in a bind.
Tsuzume on the other hand in fact had everything thought through. Kyoku growled as his wrist and arm strained, he tried to twist out of it but it was an effective hold, with her skill there was no simple pulling out of it. Just as Tsuzume had predicted, Kyoku would have to think fast and he began to, falling into the more obvious of mistakes and therefore falling further into her plan.
Just as she had predicted his upper body was useless. One arm held back, the other kept out of range of her from the hold, and no way to force himself out as the pain distracted his rational thought, Kyoku had no choice but to rely on his lower body. He kicked, trying to swipe Tsuzume from the side but it would be too easy to side-step, his hand was starting to go numb from the pain and his arm felt like it was gonna snap after a minute of her keeping him in such a basic but effective hold. Still, try as he might, no matter what Kyoku did Tsuzume was out of his reach and that hold was starting to really hurt. He tried to use this, to get angry and yank himself from it, but as the hold didn't rely on Tsuzume's strength, but her agility and angle, it did little good.
"Arrggghh..." Kyoku grumbled against the pain, holding out, trying to think of something... But it was just too much.
"Gaaahh! Fine, fine! I give!" Kyoku blurted out before pulling away, flinging out his arm in pain to shake out the feeling before he turned to Tsuzume. "Damn that hurt..." Kyoku looked to his hand before he looked to his sparring partner with a grin, "that was awesome, as always~" he encouraged with confidence in his friend. He didn't rightly care that he lost, and he enjoyed seeing Tsuzume get better, it was cool seeing what she could do and in some ways she was a model for his idea of just what cool things he could do to impress everyone that he would gain from this class as his reason for always attending. Albeit late most of the time.
After a few minutes, the other matches wound down as well and soon they had all come to completion.
"Alright, everyone" the elderly man teaching the class addressed them. "Find your spots, assume the position" said their teacher vaguely to anyone but his students, who had been running these drills for a long time. What it meant was that now they had worn their bodies properly and tested their skills against one another, it was now time to continue exploring the other side of physical prowess - it was time for Ki practice.
Kyoku nodded and like every class he sat down upon the matted floor next to Tsuzume, cross-legged and back straight.
Ki, the energy that flowed through all living things was a hard thing to learn control over. It was a power that if harnessed, strengthened and sped up the user, enhancing their abilities further through complete control of their form and use of all of their reserves. Masters could even fire it in excess from their hands!
To learn control of this mysterious force, students began by trying to feel their own energy, and then to bring it out. This was done through meditation and focus.
Kyoku placed his hands apart from one another right in front of his abdomen. He focused in, reaching deep inside, trying to feel the energy in him. It was common practice to take this position to try and focus one's Ki, a skill to later be taught to be done without having to be as still and focus as hard. In this early practice one would hold their hands out before their abdomen, and they would focus on their Ki. When one felt a pull at their core, this was the first sign that they had a small hold on it. All that was left from there was to pull it out.
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Tsuzume
Come on. You know what you need to do ...
The longer Tsuzume was able to keep her hold, the more smug her smirk looked in appearance. She didn't usually like people who were overly cocky. However, if they could back it up, then she could tolerate it. The same policy held true for herself, and it was exactly why she never otherwise made such gestures. Only now, when she knew she had completely succeeded, did Tsuzume allow her pride to get the best of her.
Ten seconds turned to thirty, then a full minute, and started to become two.
Before that, though, she heard the magical words.
"Gaaahh! Fine, fine! I give!"
And that's all she wrote, she internally mused, letting go as Kyoku relinquished any and all chances to win their spar. Her head bowed politely as the teenager lightly snickered upon hearing him utter simple words such as "Damn that hurt". Fighting off the urge to roll her eyes, she began walking towards hr spot and sat back down.
"To be fair, those techniques aren't meant to feel good. Not unless you're some masochist I don't know about, that is."
As much as Tsuzume respected and liked Kyoku as a friend, times like now were simultaneously some of the more annoying moments. Because of his nonchalant attitude, she couldn't help but feel like he'd half-assed the spar. And that was what was making her just a bit irritated.
Yet by the time they were trying to work on drawing their ki out, any expressions that would have hinted how she'd been feeling vanished from her face. The smallest bits of anger lingered within her, but most of it was replaced by a sense of excitement.
Ki was a big deal, not just the mere concept but also being able to use it.
No matter how good Tsuzume was, she had never managed to succeed in fully completing this exercise. She could always detect and sense it. Alas, the aura had yet to appear around or in her hands. She wanted today to be the day that could change.
You've been here ... how long? And you still can't do that?
Gripping her lip briefly, Tsuzume let go, eliciting a long, deep sigh.
That kind of attitude is probably the reason why you haven't been able to do it yet. Calm down. Breathe ...
Another soft breath resounded from Tsuzume as she began to relax her body, noticing her muscles were far more tense than they should have been. In ... out. In ... out. The steady breathing patterns continued as Tsuzume listened to nothing except the rhythm of her heart.
And then ... there it was. The same sense of strength she'd felt before in the past.
Now, all she had to do was keep a hold on it and draw it out.
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Kyoku bowed to Tsuzume respectfully as their match finished, a grin on the boy's face from observing his friend's skill who he was honestly impressed by. He wanted to learn this stuff because it was cool, because it was badass to be able to throw a person three times your size, to take out punks who want to pick a fight, to do crazy magical kung fu stuff. Tsuzume being further along than him, she was able to demonstrate some of the former options and Kyoku respected that - he though highly of his friend's skill and in fact thought she was cool.
As such, he would never hold back or not try against her. He just didn't have the skill that Tsuzume had. As far as he knew, he went all out, with no idea that Tsuzume thought otherwise.
Taking his spot next to her on the mat, Kyoku focused.
Relaxation was key, one had to let their body flow. Kyoku breathed out, straightening up his back but loosening up his body. His hands assumed the position, bottom of his palms floating just above his abs, palms facing each other, and fingers relaxed.
Kyoku started inward, focusing on himself, inside himself, trying to find the latent flow of Ki all living things had. The boy breathed in, then out, focusing on the pattern as well.
Feeling the energy within himself, Kyoku became aware of it, feeling the warmth through his body, surging through him and pooling at his center, at his core. One moment turned to two, and after a few Kyoku finally felt it, he felt a pull at his stomach, his abs contracting quickly from the pressure of his energy.
As soon as he felt it, Kyoku grabbed hold so to speak, he focused on his hands, as if cupping water from a pool he imagined pulling power from his core. Soon, a faint point of light began to spark between his hands, as he pulled them from his abdomen it brightened, and soon the halo of light produced by the real light in the center filled his hands, and the smallest sphere of energy possible was crafted. Now was to hold it.
They had all been practicing this for a long time, it was still difficult to muster for most but by this point Kyoku could achieve at least this. Perhaps it was because this was the first thing he learned that showed him such crazy stuff was possible for even him. The world knew of Ki and there were a lot who could demonstrate it, it was no foreign concept but even still, to be able to do it felt... Extraordinary. It was the thing Kyoku actually wanted to focus on and so by applying himself he got this far. That could only go to a point however as the rest was needed, peak physical performance, training, everything else the boy slacked on was still needed for the use of this energy and so he was still held back to about this point - but he could do it.
And so meditation began. For the next hour students sat in silence, breathing slowly and holding their small examples of their Ki in their hands, focusing on maintaining it.
An hour passed and Kyoku was easily the first to drop his Ki, to lose focus and be worn out by the use of it. It sparked apart in his hands, fading quickly. Sweat beaded on the boy's brow and once his Ki went, Kyoku panted, falling back to the mat with a grin on his face. He didn't care that he was only this far, it was just amazing to him that he could do such a neat trick.
Once the hour was up, the elder teacher brought out some sort of machine. It was a mounted pad with a screen above it, a punching machine that would give out the reading of the pressure behind their strikes.
"Alright everyone, line up" he instructed. It would be the last portion of class as it was on certain days of the week like today.
This test was a little different than just trying out one's strength. Being able to pull out Ki like they had into a physical state was simpler in practice but harder in application than it was to rouse the Ki within oneself to strengthen them. While the visual example and practice of pulling out Ki was easier to demonstrate, it took more effort than simply pushing one's power - the first was needed to feel Ki but if they could do that, they could push their physical ability with Ki easier. The point of this trial was to see just how much one could strengthen their body with the Ki that the last exercise taught them to feel out.
"You ready?" The seemingly worn out Kyoku asked Tsuzume as he got up.
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Tsuzume
There it is!
When Tsuzume knew she had detected her ki, the same problem that tended to occur repeated, unfortunately. She became too eager and excited. The concentration thus started to falter. When she noticed that happening, a surge of panic mingled in with the other feelings she was experiencing.
Shit, no! Wait, wait! I can still do this! No! Agh!
Frustration snuck in and only made what should have been a relatively simple task far more difficult.
No, no, no! Fuck! Noooooooooooo!
And .... poof. As quickly as Tsuzume had found her ki, it just as swiftly vanished. A pissed off huff elicited as she fell onto her back. Blue eyes continued to stare upward at the ceiling as more labored breaths passed Tsuzume's lips.
Shit. You almost had it, too.
Of course, all of the curses racing through her mind would stay right there. It'd be too weird - or that was what she feared - for anyone to hear her utter such 'unladylike' words. Even with knowing this would have been a perfectly fair and justified moment to let at least one cuss word slip, she restrained herself, remaining on the mat supporting her feminine frame.
Her head turned, out of both instinct and curiosity, and saw Kyoku in a very similar position as her. The main difference was he wore that cheeky grin of his which, admittedly, made her smile in return. If nothing else, the young man could always succeed with one thing that few others could do to Tsuzume, and that was make her smile.
That was no doubt another reason she held a special bond with the immature classmate.
Sure, he could be perverted and seem way too laid back. But at least he never had any bad intentions with anyone. But Tsuzume especially applied that same observation to herself.
Not because she expected the universe to revolve around her. Rather, she was used to tons of people - guys in particular - attempting to take advantage of her due to something petty like her gender.
"You ... didn't do it either, huh?"
It was actually a very serious inquiry. Of course, it was also laced with the faintest hints of a competitive undertone. Tsuzume would highly prefer to be the first between them to succeed in fully bringing her ki out.
But honestly, as long as she could eventually do it, she wouldn't fret too much on who accomplished the feat first.
"Maybe next time, hm? As for whether I'm ready or not? Silly. You should know that. I'm always ready," she added, flashing Kyoku a reassuring grin as she slowly pushed herself back up to her feet.
Soon, the last part of the class began. It was something everyone had long come to accept and acknowledge. The 'test' was relatively simple, in terms of concept, anyway. It was literally a punching bag.
The difference between this one and the first kind that were introduced, however, were these actually measured one's strength and displayed it.
So, naturally, their homework was to try to see if they could beat their previous records.
For now, Tsuzume's best was 120.
It felt - and sometimes looked - like an impossible hurdle to jump over. But Tsuzume's stubborn side had convinced herself she could get better and surpass even a number as high as that.
After all, the point of coming to these lessons are to keep getting stronger. Not suddenly get weaker.
Smiling at the thought, she stood in line and patiently waited her turn.
When she found herself facing the device, Tsuzume moved her left foot slightly behind her right. Clenching her right fist, she then moved it so it was parallel with her hips.
"Hah!"
A buzz resounded and the numbers 125 appeared on the small display window.
Tsuzume couldn't help herself. She jumped up happily, raising her fist in the air.
"Yeah!"
Only to stop herself after reminding herself she wasn't alone and quickly got back into a standing position. Clearing her throat, she bowed her head politely to the sensei and moved to the back of the line.
All the while, she continued to wear a very proud and definitely somewhat smug smirk.
Some could call her a cocky, arrogant bitch.
But, as proven by the very recent display, she could at least back it up. And it was something Tsuzume took a lot of pride in.
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One by one the students tried until it became Tsuzume's turn. Not surprisingly, she was one of the top scores in the class. Some of the larger built kids still strongarmed her number by a bit but she was, as usual, one of the top of the class and more importantly she had beaten her own previous high score.
"Yeah good job Tsuzume!" Kyoku congratulated loudly, even after the girl quickly quieted down and straightened herself up his voice cheered her on.
"Well done" the master bowed back to Tsuzume with a proud smile at one of his top students.
A few more went after Tsuzume and then it was finally Kyoku's turn. The dark haired boy stepped forward and took a deep breath.
When it came to the practice of Ki, the first stage of learning was to be able to feel it through meditation and to pull it out, getting them used to actually harnessing it and holding onto it. Next was what this test was about, to reach that feeling without meditation, while standing and with as little preparation as possible - even though at this stage students were given a bit more concentration time - and to harness it with one's body.
Kyoku kept his eyes on the target, students were not allowed to close their eyes for this as it would be unwise in a fight. The boy breathed slowly and tried to recognize that same feeling at his core. He clenched his stomach and imagined that bright light inside him. Slowly he focused, tensing up his whole body and picturing that light filling him, him pulling it from his core and into his limbs and finally to his fist as he clenched it. It was hard to just feel it accurately filling him, part of such early skill was believing it was there and having faith that one was indeed pulling on their Ki. Part of him could barely feel it though, and it let him have the confidence to trust his strength. Kyoku reared back, and with a powerful strike he punched the pad as hard as he could.
The numbers started calculating and after a moment it beeped as it displayed his number.
108 - it was higher than his record of 105. Not the biggest jump but it was a jump nonetheless and it made Kyoku happy.
"Haha see that?" The boy grinned widely, proud of his own little improvement even if it wasn't that high compared to the rest of the class. Suddenly though, Kyoku put a hand to his head and wobbled a bit, obviously dizzy from the use of Ki. It showed a lack of proficiency but a decent amount of Ki he was able to summon up, for someone of his skill at least.
Shaking it off, Kyoku headed back down with a smirk after bowing to his sensei.
Soon the rest of the class finished up and stood at their meditation spots as the master addressed them all again.
"As you all know, we have started introducing ourselves to the pride of our school, the symbolic technique of the Turtle Style, the Kamehameha" he started. "You have begun learning the motions and how to bring Ki forth from your body and outward. Starting tomorrow, we will be running drills to perform the technique so that you may all be ready by graduation" he explained to them. It was the final test of graduates to be able to perform the school's signature move and the day was fast approaching.
"But I have a bit of a surprise for you all" the master then said, rousing a bit of curiosity from the class.
"This year... Graduation happens to fall near the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament. As such, our class and another will be participating, so that you may all show off your move and skills to everyone. Of course you all have a chance to win, in which case a couple of you may be able to win the cash prizes" he said tantalizingly as if to encourage the students' enthusiasm.
"Woah we could win money?!" Kyoku exclaimed suddenly excited, showing where his mind was over glory or his passing grade.
"Alright everyone that is all for today. Good work all of you" said the teacher, dismissing the class.
After showering and dressing back in his casual clothes, jeans, a black tee, and a purple button down shirt over it. He hung his cracked sunglasses on his collar for now and waited to meet Tsuzume as he often did after class, the two usually hanging out or at least walking home together.
"Tsuzume!~" Kyoku waved her down as he spotted her outside of class, having planned to hang out at their usual spot today.
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Tsuzume
As Tsuzume walked to the back of the line, she watched the small handful of students who had yet to take their turn. They were around her range, maybe one or two actually surpassing her. But even then, they were older, taller, and stronger, so it made some sense as to why they could go higher than Tsuzume. Still, that didn't mean she hadn't tucked away some mental tricks on how to deal with those types of opponents. The Sankyo she'd performed on Kyoku not too long ago was but one of the many examples and techniques to help, in fact. And it was why she practiced religiously; to do any and everything she could from being caught completely off-guard.
If she had to grade herself, Tsuzume liked to believe she'd done pretty damn well, thank you very much.
Finally, Kyoku stood in front of the punching machine. Her teeth latched gently onto her lower lip as she carefully watched not only the screen, but Kyoku's movements. They were calm. Calculated. Thought out. All of that plus including everything he probably should have during their spar.
Either way, the sight made her smile.
Maybe there's hope for him yet, she inwardly mused, her grin expanding as she watched the numbers 108 flash.
"Mhm, I did. Not too bad. Progress is still progress, no matter how much or little it arrives in. Good work!" Giving Kyoku a proud smile, she sat back down in her assigned spot and shifted her gaze to the front of the room. The class was about to end, though before that, their sensei would offer the room some parting words, as he always tended to do. It all started pretty normally, with them all being reminded they needed to successfully perform the Kamehameha by the time they graduated.
As a prideful individual, Tsuzume understood perfectly how it felt to be proud of something. Deep down, however, she couldn't help but feel just a bit irked that this was the main requirement for graduating. She found it much more fulfilling to come up with new moves and techniques herself.
But ... she would allow her pride to be swallowed, simply because Tsuzume had worked too damn hard to abruptly fail this class.
Her attention quickly went back to the instructor as his tone changed. Hints of ... intrigue and the very faintest suggestions of mischief were barely detected as he added something new to his announcement. Something that had definitely never been revealed before.
"This year... Graduation happens to fall near the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament. As such, our class and another will be participating, so that you may all show off your move and skills to everyone. Of course you all have a chance to win, in which case a couple of you may be able to win the cash prizes"
Tsuzume's eyes couldn't help but widen upon hearing that incentive. She wasn't piss poor or anything. Far from it. Still, extra money was always good, especially since she was too young to apply for a job at most places.
"Seriously?! Awesome!"
Mind you, the money was just a major bonus. She was definitely more eager to simply prove herself. Feeling officially more excited than she'd been in a good amount of weeks, Tsuzume bowed her head respectfully before getting quickly back up to her feet, exiting the dojo and entering the bathroom to change.
Like Kyoku, she got into her own much needed shower. Unlike her classmate, she came out clad in the same high school uniform. Tempted as she'd been to pack away some more casual clothes, Tsuzume had decided against it. She could always get into jeans and a t-shirt when she went home. That was also technically what the weekends were for; to relax and not have to fret about any forced dress codes. Given another weekend wasn't too far away, she could wait. It wouldn't kill her to be seen in a blouse and skirt.
"Hey Kyoku," Tsuzume greeted, following his voice and eventually standing beside him. "That's ... pretty awesome, if not slightly intimidating, huh? To actually be able to partake in the Tournament, I mean. I've watched the past several years but ... wow. This is actually a really big deal, to be allowed to try out and everything. I'm ecstatic about it. What about you?"
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As Tsuzume met with Kyoku the duo started to walk down the street towards the mall.
It was a decent hangout spot for kids their age. Plenty of walking and loitering space and it was a rather booming mall in a busy location. It was where Kyoku and Tsuzume usually went together during their free time and there was enough to do that it didn't get stale.
She asked Kyoku if he was excited like she was. He had been pretty quiet listening to Tsuzume seemingly politely as she went on about it, but as she asked, a small giggle slipped passed his big, goofy smirk as he was clearly in thought while he listened. At her question, Kyoku might as well have had Zeni signs behind his small rounded sunglasses.
"Mmmmmmm-I'm MORE than excited!" exclaimed Kyoku who was absolutely brimming with anticipation. So hyped about the whole thing he hummed out his blurted sentence as if it were trying to break out of his lips before he could even say it.
"Do you know how much those cash prizes are?!" Kyoku beamed, "if we make it to even the Quarter Finals we'll still get a butt load!" his hands were open, fingers curled in a rather devious gesture as if a villain had just realized his grand scheme.
There it was. It wasn't surprising, characteristic of Kyoku even, that money was the first thing on his mind about this. Even further he clearly didn't really care about winning either, or didn't have much faith in the idea, but that was Kyoku after all. He had his ambitions even if they were a tad misplaced in the eyes of others.
"Plus if I had cash... I could attract so many more girls!" Kyoku's eyes actually twinkled as he said this.
This stuff usually came up with Tsuzume, he never really had to worry about offending her save for the rare phrase that would earn him a strike to the noggin, but they were good friends, he was comfortable enough with her to be himself.
Getting to the mall, their first stop was the food court. Class did work up an appetite after all.
"How far do you think you'll get? Gonna shoot for the quarter-finals too?" He asked, curiously seeming to not have much faith in anyone getting further than that.
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Tsuzume
"Mmmmmmm-I'm MORE than excited!"
The simple but honest reply made Tsuzume grin as she began walking and talking with Kyoku. Slowly but surely, the pair began to walk towards one of the local malls. Typically, they managed to find either an arcade to kill time in or would head to a cinema. It all honestly depended on what they were up to.
Unfortunately, the work out had been tiring and if only due to that, Tsuzume didn't feel like doing too much. Something to eat ... and then maybe playing a few video games. But after that, she wanted to change into some looser clothing and pass out on her bed. Until then, however, she was still with Kyoku; something her mind helped her remember as she lifted her head and looked right at him as he uttered his next set of words.
"Do you know how much those cash prizes are?! if we make it to even the Quarter Finals we'll still get a butt load!"
" .... Yeah ... "
It wasn't hearing him confess he wanted the money. Nah, that wouldn't be fair, not when Tsuzume was in the same boat. What had really bothered the shit out of her was hearing the words 'Quarter Finals'.
Why? Shouldn't it be counted as his loss and your gain?
One would think the answer would be a yes. Tsuzume could continue working her way up the ranks, eventually surpassing the entire classroom - or most of them, anyway. Was that why it irked her?
Because deep down, she knew Kyoku was better than that?
Maybe. It was one of the few things that made any lick of sense to her.
Plus, if you just managed to climb up without any struggles along the way, it wouldn't b fun. Not at all.
Still, it wasn't like she could force Kyoku to work his ass off, either.
Or maybe she could. That was the new train of thought as an idea came to her had, making her grin spread across her face. Sure, it held a bit of a risk. But if it paid off ... it'd be worth it. True, he hadn't made the biggest leap in his display with the punching machine. The fact he made any progress, however, implied one thing; he wasn't at his strongest yet. He still had a shit ton of potential left to show off to her and the others, including the sensei.
"I think I came up with a new incentive for you. I'll bring it up when we arrive."
True to her word, she waited until after they walked inside and sat in the food court. Yet before she could remind him, he asked an equally important question, one she wouldn't mind answering before giving away the thought that had so suddenly entered her head.
"As far as I can. But I definitely wanna get to the top 10, if not in single digits. That being said, here's my proposition."
Tsuzume had originally paused in order to gather her words and ensure she knew exactly what she wanted to say. However, as the waitress stood beside them and took orders for their drinks, she bowed her head and murmured quickly but audibly, "Green tea, please. Thanks."
Waiting for Kyoku to relay what he wanted first - as well as the waitress to move away from their table - Tsuzume leaned forward slightly. "If you can beat me in rank, you can have one thing you've wanted for a while. A date with me. So if, for example, I place 7th, you have to be 6th or higher."
Stopping again, now to let the offer sink in and Kyoku to understand how big of a deal this was - for a good number of reasons - Tsuzume waited until what seemed like the perfect moment. Then and only then would she ask the golden question.
"So, do you accept? Make sure you are certain about your answer, because I'm not going to let you change your mind. If you say yes, then I expect to see you giving it your all at that tournament."
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The food court was as bustling as always, and the two took to one of their usual places. It was an eastern joint and was in it's own storefront as opposed to the smaller places lining the food court.
"Soda, please~" chimed Kyoku with a charming grin, leave it to him to put on the moves constantly - even if he wasn't aware of it himself!
His order showed another thing keeping Kyoku back by maybe just a little, his diet. He didn't eat unhealthily per say, but Kyoku did indulge in sugary drinks, his times of eating weren't always consistent, and he did snack more often than not. It wasn't enough to keep him from being as fit as he was but a real feast; rice, meat, tea, rather than chips as a replacement meal a couple too many times, would probably see him with more energy to put towards training and longer sessions without being as tired at least.
As the waitress left the two, Tsuzume finally leaned in and let him in on what little incentive she was talking about.
Through out and even now, Kyoku had a little idea in his head. With his dirty mind, 'incentive' went to as dirty a place:
'Oh Kyoku!~' she would say, wearing a short skirted school uniform, 'I've always wanted you and now take me!' as she would lift the skirt slowly, flashing him her pink, lacy panties
No that wasn't right... It didn't seem enough like Tsuzume to appeal to him.
'Hey Kyoku...' This one was more serious, wearing her training gi. She had a bit of a blush on her face and a furrowed brow as if she hated to admit what she was about to say 'Just get over here and %$#* me okay?!' angrily spoken.
That was it... Perfect. Bold and abrasive just how she could be in a fight. Though he had to snap out of his thoughts as she spoke again.
It wasn't like his fantasies but his eyes widened as if she just gave him the tournament money right there.
"A... A date?" he repeated, sure that he couldn't have heard it right, but he did.
"U-uhm.. Y-yeah!.. Yes!- I mean... Yeah sure, that sounds awesome. Done and done" he said confidently, even if he didn't know if he could beat her. This was the chance of a lifetime and he just had to win that little bet, "deal" he finally said just right between too enthused and acting too cool about it.
After the two ate, it was time to explore around. Really the two were going to end up at the arcade as usual and here they were again.
Kyoku was playing a fighting game next to Tsuzume. He loved these things, the cool moves were one of the only things enticing him about being a fighter.
"So... If I win this. What can we do? Any rules?" he asked as he watched the flashing screen but paid attention to what Tsuzume's answer would be.
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Tsuzume
"A... A date?"
Tsuzume couldn't help herself. The way he stammered made her smirk. If he was already struggling to reply within the span of mere minutes after their class had ended, she felt confident. Unless, of course, he could prove her wrong by the time the Tournament arrived. Still, as things were, she felt more and more certain this would be in the bag for her.
When the waitress returned with their drinks, Tsuzume bowed her head politely, lifting the cup in front of her lips to hide her smug grin.
"Alright then. Just remember; you agreed to this. From here on out, no going back. Well ... you could. But then you give up the right to keep that date."
Tsuzume had noticed that 'zoned out' expression. It hadn't lasted long, but it stayed enough for her to notice it. It wasn't really a secret that Kyoku had quite the dirty mind. What would be unexpected for him to know was that even she could have an equally risque train of thoughts.
In fact, she wasn't as naive to the more sensual subjects, despite her demeanor. She just ... kept her 'alone time' discreet. Unknown to anyone, especially her parents. The same applied to the more sexier wardrobe she had tucked away in her drawers.
Luckily for Tsuzume, her parents were almost always out of the house due to their jobs. It made shopping for low-cut tops, ripped jeans, slightly short skirts, and other articles of clothing that she could never muster the courage to wear out in public that much simpler. The fact they sent her a monthly allowance, most of which she saved for a good while before spending, further helped her with acquiring these things.
Her head quickly shook as Tsuzume barely fought off the urge to blush. Now was definitely not the time to think about ... well ... some of the few skeletons she had in her closet. Ones that even Kyoku didn't know about yet.
The rest of the dinner went with Kyoku doing a lot more talking than Tsuzume. It was mostly under his breath, but there were a few phrases here and there she did catch wind of, and all seemed to be linked to the 'date' she had promised him if he won.
Tsuzume started to walk towards one of the dancing games they competed against each other in, but stopped when she noticed Kyoku moving in another direction. A quick detour led her to a fighting game, which made her chuckle softly.
"We do this enough for real. You sure you wanna fight me again?" she teased, sitting beside him and slowly moving the joystick as she began to select her fighter to use. Her head swiftly turned, however, as Kyoku tossed over a new question. Given the look she wore, it was obviously something she hadn't expected to hear, either.
"So... If I win this. What can we do? Any rules?"
"... Oh? Aren't you being kinda greedy there? Well .... "
Looking back to her screen, she now purposely moved the small square around, taking her time so the two would end up starting their game at the same time. Which therefore meant not immediately picking her preferred fighter in order to answer properly to Kyoku.
"Well ... hmm. For a lack of better wording, think of it as a very one-sided Truth or Dare. However, the loser has to do whichever option the winner asks. I will, however, put one thing down on the 'nope' list, at least for now. And .... knowing you are the perv you tend to be, it's a fair assumption so ... "
The same blush he'd envisioned decorating her face now appeared for real.
"No .... no .... home base. Sex. Whatever you wanna call it. Not yet. But ... if you wanna try other things, fine. Just remember, the same will apply if I win."
Her hand hovered over the "Select" button, ready to push down on it if Kyoku agreed to this also. He would easily recognize, should he look over, the person Tsuzume chose.
A tall, Aryan woman whose primary weapons were her fists as opposed to a blade, gun, or spear like many of the other characters owned. She was a true martial artist, very much like Tsuzume, and it was a good reason she used the character all the time.
Although she had experimented with some of the other people, the fact she went to her default choice suggested she wasn't going to lose easily to Kyoku. Not if she could help it, anyway.
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As the two started their games, picking the characters, Tsuzume gave him quite the answer.
Kyoku's jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he looked at Tsuzume blatantly. He asked her expecting her to say that they couldn't fuck, but it seemed however that his question changed the game. It didn't hurt to ask indeed.
"D-D-D-D-Dares?!" Kyoku had a huge grin on his face as he tried to express this too fast, greatly stumbling over the word. He calmed only slightly when Tsuzume did affirm his suspicions, they couldn't have sex, but when she went on... Actually saying they could 'try other things', Kyoku gasped loudly, eyes nearly glowing they brightened so much.
The way Tsuzume's hand casually hovered over the button as if she had simply asked him to hang out or something before turning to her game like it was no big deal almost made Kyoku think he just fantasized it all, but there was no way. The way she did this also straight up turned him on.
Kyoku did know that his friend wasn't a prude, it was why he flirted with her and felt comfortable talking like he did around her. Still, that it would get this far... The only unsurprising thing about that was that it came in the form of a challenge - an idea that even further had his chest pounding and brow sweating a bit.
"DEAL! DEAL, DEAL, DEAL, DEAL!" he shouted, luckily the arcade being loud enough no one else would pay them any mind.
Kyoku nearly broke the stick scrolling to his favorite character, slamming the button to select the powerful monk.
Senkyomashuyan as the character was named for nothing but a long sounding name, was a mysterious monk with mystical powers. He was thin, dressed in large baggy trousers of some sort and chords and beads all around his thin, exposed upper body. He was easily the most flashy character in the game, using his open palms and powerful energies to attack. Most of his moves set off cinematics that devastated the opponent, visually at least, doing similar damage to other characters' moves. He was just Kyoku's style.
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Tsuzume
"Yeah. Last I checked, I didn't stutter when I spoke. So yes, dares."
Moments like this were definitely some of the most amusing ones with Kyoku. True, they were also slightly embarrassing. Thankfully though, the crowd in the mall - particularly this specific arcade - made it easy to avoid being heard by anyone who may be close enough. Because his outburst of repeatedly crying out "DEAL!" was definitely something Tsuzume did not want to have as a way to draw unwanted attention to her. Sure, she wasn't the person screaming the word out. But association was a bad of a "crime" nowadays as being the actual person to commit said acts.
"Geez, Kyoku-kun," she muttered, blushing furiously as each exclamation caused more and more crimson to paint her face. "You're hopeless sometimes."
A soft set of chuckles would be the next thing he'd hear from Tsuzume, followed by her hand landing calmly yet roughly down on the "SELECT" button.
"Round One! Fight!"
As the announcer finished his declaration, Tsuzume didn't immediately make a move. Kyoku would easily recognize just how seriously she was taking her own challenge. Normally, she would charge forward and try to get the monk - or whichever character Kyoku chose - in a throw and hurl them towards the other end of the screen.
This time, however, she was waiting, seeing if he would be reckless enough to make a hasty first move this time around.
You want it so bad? Come and prove yourself to me.
She would wait for thirty seconds. Regardless of whether Kyoku made Senkyomashuyan move or not, she would finally act, knowing giving him too much time would be just as unwise. However, instead of going for the typical tactics, she went for an unexpected move. It came in the form of an open-palmed punch, going right for the monk's gut.
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Kyoku grinned and gave an innocent chuckle as Tsuzume bashfully said that he was hopeless.
His attention turned to the game. If there ever was a time to be serious it was now, the boy focused and the fight started. The two characters appeared in their usual spectacular intros and the announcer declared the fight, it had begun.
Tsuzume hung back and Kyoku did too for a moment. He was going to be careful about this, there was no way he'd lose here.
Before his friend would decide to charge back in, the monk flew forward. The crash of buttons and joystick sounding as he went in for a combo. Luckily as the monk and fighter struck, they clashed at the same time, repelling one another. Immediately Kyoku went in, the monk throwing fancy and wide range move that lit up the arena with big, epic attacks. It involved the monk flinging the floating balls around him and going off like energy based explosives and he hurled the combo right for Tsuzume's character.
"I wont lose" he taunted with a grin, not taking his eyes off the screen for a moment.
Whether or not the combo hit, Kyoku was far enough away that he could plan ahead. Once the combo would finish, Kyoku planned to move in and try and catch her with another strike. The monk spun around and simply hurled two flying balls out at Tsuzume's character.
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Tsuzume
"... Interesting ... "
An amused smirk crossed Tsuzume's face as she noticed that neither of them drew any 'first blood', per se. Instead, the two characters were controlled in perfect harmony. It was so dead on that the result of the first attempt was her character and Kyoku's being repelled away from one another.
Good. It means he won't hold back.
Any doubts Tsuzume may have had about how her friend would do vanished from this display. Striking at the exact same moment and repelling one's opponent wasn't as easy as it sounded. On the contrary, it was harder to perform than some of the more special techniques. And that was quite the impressive feat, when one took the time to dwell on that thought.
Alas, now was not the right time for Tsuzume to be doing that. She concentrated on one thing and only it; the screen with her blonde-haired femme fatale and the monk eager, ready, and very willing to fight against one another. And they would do so with every ounce of strength, thanks to the effort and calculations included by the respective controllers. There was something very satisfying knowing that even if she lost this bet, Tsuzume had finally found a way to inspire Kyoku.
Hopefully, you can do more .. orthodox things to get him in such a good mood ...
Her smirk spread even further as Kyoku spoke up, sounding much more confident than he had in quite some time.
"I wont lose"
"Hmph. We'll see --- shit!"
Tsuzume had subconsciously snuck a sideways glance towards Kyoku in an effort to try to see what buttons he was pressing down on, as well as where the joystick was being led. During those precious seconds, however, it was enough to distract her.
Not completely, though, as she managed to make her own character back flip and get out of range of the monk's beads.
Still, it was enough that the award for who drew first blood went to Kyoku. Tsuzume grimaced as she noticed her life bar went from 100% to about 80%.
Can't repeat that. Gotta be more careful ...
Tsuzume bit lightly onto her lower lip. Even though Senkyomashuyan was nowhere close to being against his end of the wall, the idea that came to her head could still work. It would just involve her taking quite the risk.
But if it works ... it'll pay off. And definitely remove far more than 20% of his life ...
Nodding to herself, Tsuzume instinctively cried out a "HAH!" as her own character charged forward, aiming to execute a combo of her own. Regardless of the outcome, she would try to give herself distance no matter whether her assassin's technique hit its mark or not.
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"Ha!" Kyoku let out a laugh as he saw his hit connect, far too focused to glance back at Tsuzume.
In fact this seemed to be a whole new level of focus for the young man, but then again there was a whole new kind of stakes on the lines this time around. Still, his eyes glued to the screen with this much focus, it was like he was a whole different person! It spoke volumes of the kind of person he was that took so well to this kind of motivation...
He had successfully chipped a decent chunk off of her health, getting about 20% off of her life bar. Kyoku's heart raced as the possibility of what was to come became slightly more real with each bit of damage gone from her life.
Still Tzusume was about to prove now was not the time to get cocky.
Coming back at him, Tsuzume's character rushed in and just barely connected a combo. A fierce and brutal combo broke out but luckily Kyoku had missed the first couple hits. Still it was just enough to get him into it and a full 50% was taken off his health bar.
"Shit..." Cursed Kyoku under his breath as he quickly got Senkyomashuyan to his feet and in for more.
Without giving her room or time to breathe, Kyoku rushed in to Tsuzume trying to quickly close the distance she had taken after downing him.
Having taken so much damage so quick, the small bar in the corner had filled and while not enough for his ultimate move, he now had access to his few super moves and he was taking advantage of it. Not recklessly surprising enough, Kyoku ducked in and attempted a combo but pulling off a bit of strategy - admittedly something he was better at in games than in real life - he actually faked out his combo before chaining into his move.
With his fakeout he intended on getting Tsuzume to block or move out of the way - either way he needed her to respond, before trying to take advantage of that opening to slip in a devastating move.
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Tsuzume
Hmph. There we go ...
Tsuzume's very proud grin spread even further, despite it seeming like an impossible thing to watch occur. Yet there it was, very noticeable and out in the open for anyone who wanted to look at her or what she was doing to take note of the expression. OF course, that didn't mean she cared, either. But she could hear that Tsuzume had been correct. Behind her, a slight audience had formed and surrounded both Kyoku and herself.
Fine by me. I've had to do katas in front of well over twenty or more people. This will be a breeze.
If anything, she was hoping this would be even more stressful for Kyoku. It'd certainly help give her an edge. Or ... that was her hope, anyway.
Now what will you do, hm?
It looked, initially, like a pretty reckless charge which caused Tsuzume to chortle slightly. "You do realize, Kyoku, that you're not the monk, right? You can --- "
But Tsuzume stopped, her eyes quickly widening as she began to witness the ultimate move being executed.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Side step!
Instead, her fingers took the other route, the one that probably wasn't the smartest. And so, Tsuzume made Mira block which, under normal circumstances, wouldn't have been such a horrible decision.
However, when done during an ultimate move, it was a completely different story.
Despite blocking preventing some of the damage, it wasn't nearly as much as it could have been should Tsuzume heeded her inner cries to move completely out of the way.
"Shit!" she hissed, not even realizing it his was officially the second time Kyoku had technically heard her curse out loud. Whether he noticed was another story, and one she didn't care much about. The bar dwindled with each hit, finally stopping at about the same percent as the monk's current health. Give or take a few digits, it was basically 50% for Tsuzume also.
Alright, then ...
Somewhre in between watching Kyoku perform the powerful ultimate move and trying to think while it happened, panic had started to overtake Tsuzume. It became more obvious when she rushed forward without looking to see that Kyoku was making Senkyomashuyan move in for yet another attack.
SHIT!
In a desperate, last ditch effort, Tsuzume slammed own on the button, trying to grapple him before he could finish with whatever he was trying to do to Mira.
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A bit of a crowd seemed to form behind the duo, apparently the fight was getting intense, but Kyoku didn't even really seem to notice at all. He was sucked into the game, staring blankly at the screen with slightly gritted teeth, smashing the buttons and joystick with a certain level of controlled intensity that showed clearly that he was in the zone so to speak.
A grin crossed his features as Tsuzume started to critique him before he nabbed her in the super attack. She tried to maneuver out of it but ended up blocking, leaving herself open for some massive chip damage.
The special had Senkyomashuyan spinning his orbs so fast they looked like a disk and rapidly hitting the opponent before they were flung out towards them where they would explode in a massive flashy light, before they returned floating around him.
"Take that!" Grinned Kyoku getting into the moment, also smirking to himself at the thought of what else Tsuzume would be taking if he won this.
As the move finished Kyoku even hit the taunt button which activated a small cinematic when hit after downing the opponent showing the monk comically breaking his calm demeanor to chuckle at the opponent. The true purpose of the maneuver however was that it restored some of the power bar slightly.
It was after this though that Tsuzume started to slip up. The pressure or just Kyoku's incessant practice at this game working for him, he didn't know, but what mattered was that Tsuzume had moved in blind. Tsuzume's character successfully grappled, but a grab wouldn't cover the 50% health he had left. Kyoku took the grab move and was flung across the field.
Just as he got up though, Kyoku fired his grab. It was a rather obvious grab, but the trade off was that while the animation gave itself away, it was a long range grab that could be fired fast. It was easy to dodge but unorthodox and so it was his hope that it would throw her off even more.
Moreover, though his grab did less damage, it was easier to combo into and out of. As such, regardless of the success of the move, Kyoku immediately went in after for a harsh combo.
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Tsuzume
No! No, no, no, no!
Somehow, everything seemed to be backfiring against Tsuzume. And ... it was beginning to annoy her. Very much so, actually. Her eyes narrowed as Tsuzume bit onto her lower lip, tightly holding the joystick. A few times, she felt as if she were about to rip the damn thing out -- which, after taking the test against the punching machine -- wasn't an impossible thing for her to maybe end up doing. He head bowed forward slightly as she began to pant rapidly. Even though Tsuzume was controlling Mira, she felt as if she was the actual person fighting. Not some fictional assassin, but her very self.
Stop. Breathe. Calm down ...
Tsuzume's head lifted sharply upward, glancing in time to see Kyoku charging forward.
"HELL NO!" she growled, the tone of her voice suddenly becoming more fierce and competitive than ... ever. Even in their classes, Kyoku would never have heard Tsuzume speak quite like this. And now that she briefly thought on it, she realized the significance.
But just as hastily shook it off and away, not wanting to risk losing due to distracting herself yet again.
Stop. Focus ...
Taking a long, deep breath, Tsuzume moved the joystick again, guiding Mira closer to the monk. When the distance was closed between them, she executed another grapple, panting but smirking happily.
Only to feel her eyes widen again as she was quickly reminded that Senkyomashuyan could also do throws. He, however, had a major difference versus Mira. Some of his could be done from a longer range, even across the screen.
And by the time she remembered, it was too late.
Both Mira and Tsuzume elicited a pained cry. The announcer soon added, "ROUND ONE, OVER! WINNER, SENKYOMASHUYAN!"
"Son of a bitch," Tsuzume growled, inhaling sharply as the screen reset and both characters were put across from one another.
Thank god it's always the best two out of three, Tsuzume reminded herself.
"Round two! Fight!"
Not even waiting to see what Kyoku would or wouldn't do, Tsuzume had Mira charge forward - albeit in the same, slightly reckless manner as her friend usually would - and tried to go for a brutal uppercut.
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"Yes! Yes c'mon!" Growled Kyoku, "aaaaaaannnd..." Senkyomashuyan thrust out his orbs and they connected, "gotcha!" he declared.
The monk pulled the assassin into a brutal move that despite it's lower damage dealt a lot of strikes and flung her away. The move's end was made so that it could be combo'd out of, Kyoku took full advantage barraging the rest of her health to nothing before the first round was cleared.
"Whew shit!" laughed Kyoku, shaking off the nerves before grabbing the joystick again. Round two began and Tsuzume rushed in.
Kyoku was a slacker, he was a lazy kid with little focus beyond girls - this even being the motivation behind his focus on the game - who never really put his all into anything. If there was anything he was good at however, it was timing, learned from hours of mindless gaming, and Senkyomashuyan had a counter.
As Tsuzume started the fight with an uppercut, Kyoku started the fight by countering it. The monk striking a pose and if he was hit by the uppercut, he would instead counter it and start off the match with a good hit already.
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Tsuzume
Would it really be so bad? To lose this one time?
If it weren't for the fact Tsuzume was in the midst of controlling Mira, she would gladly have stopped and literally slapped herself.
Don't be fucking stupid! she inwardly scolded, frowning at the mere thought that had tried to course through her mind. Seriously, the fuck did that come from?
Sure, part of it was linked to curiosity. Tsuzume had always been - metaphorically, but still - at the top of pretty much everything. Clearly, her subconscious was wondering slightly what it would be like to be on the opposite spectrum. And ... well ... the idea didn't exactly go away. If anything, it strengthened. Yet despite the lewd 'what-ifs' repeating, she managed to keep enough focus on the screen in front of her. The change in her expression and crimson tinges, however, would imply to Kyoku her mind wasn't all there, per se.
"Urgh!" she growled, grimacing in a mix of anger and self-guided frustration as Kyoku managed to make the monk counter her hit.
It still technically went through. Not at full strength, no, but ... in order to execute that, he had to take some of the damage ...
Eliciting a deep sigh, Tsuzume calmed herself before trying to formulate a quick, effective idea. Nodding to herself, she had Mira lower herself slightly, trying to roll underneath the monk's arms and end up behind him. From there, the blonde-haired assassin would work on getting him in a choke hold from behind, using both arms to wrap firmly around Senkyomashuyan's neck. Whereas most people would think Mira may let go after choking the holy man out for ten or so seconds, the crowd would soon see their guess would be wrong.
Tsuzume held down on the proper button, intending to use the choke hold to try to end the second round and defeat Senkyomashuyan with this very technique.
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The counter landed, seeing Senkyomashuyan pulling her strike towards him before he barraged her with kicks as he floated.
Taking another chunk of damage off, less than he had to take to do it, Kyoku readied himself as Tsuzume dove in with Mira, getting the woman behind him before she nabbed him in a choke hold. Mia's hold could last and do bits of damage until it was broken out of and so with this in mind Kyoku started to shake the stick.
Just before he broke free however he stopped. The energy he saved up before having built up to another super - although not quite an ultimate yet - Kyoku instead saved the last jerk from her hold for his super. The trick was that with the first hit breaking her hold, he hoped that the second would trap her quickly into the super attack.
Either way Kyoku broke out of the hold and after using his super, a different one than before, he would back away from her before going into his specialty of long range combos.
Kyoku couldn't lose this. Tsuzume gave him something to work for to say the least, Kyoku just had to win as this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity. His thoughts wandered again to the overly serious, strong personality of Tsuzume, picturing her telling him to just go ahead at her already. Still he shook off the thought, he had to focus, if he won he would get to see her for real anyway, daydreams would not ruin this for him.
The boy kept his focus and continued his attack on his opponent.
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Tsuzume
Got him ... there we go ... son of a bitch!
Tsuzume shot Kyoku a brief but very stern and competitive glare. Absolutely no effort was made or attempted to hide how much she disliked the fact he made the monk escape her hold. Still, she forced herself to look back at the screen and focused on the here and now.
Moving .... back? I see ....
"Not this time!" She declared, attempting to rush Mira forward and tackle Senkyomashuyan before anything could hit her.
Tsuzume's breathing patterns were now staying at a new, constant pace, consisting of multiple, labored breaths. Sweat was falling faster down her forehead, and the only time she even acknowledged it was if some of the beads tried to affect how she moved the joystick or which buttons she pushed. Even then, she didn't do nearly as much as she should have. Instead, she stared straight ahead .... wanting to at least win one round to make it a tie.
And yet, that same sensation from earlier kept taunting her.
Let him win ...
Why this was pestering her was beyond Tsuzume's guess. Her head shook and, assuming she managed to succeed with the tackle, she began assaulting the monk with punches, all aimed for his face. Each would get more brutal than the last, and Mira wouldn't stop unless she was forced to cease, Senkyomashuyan was knocked out, or some other option that was temporarily escaping Tsuzume's mind.
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As Tsuzume shot him such a glare, despite his focus Kyoku had to look back at her. The boy grinned widely, he loved that serious look of hers, especially as he was the one coming out on top so far. It was a glare he hoped to keep seeing as he kept pushing.
"Tch!..." They both returned to their screens and Tsuzume rushed in, Mira tackling Senkyomashuyan and pummeling his face.
Crap, crap, crap!
Kyoku gritted his teeth as he tried to break free. His health was dropping fast as she repeatedly bashed him in the face, but as he took almost the rest of his life damage his super bar filled again. At the last second, Kyoku gave a shout as he hurled the stick to the side and broke out of her attack.
Immediately Kyoku used the last super he hadn't used yet. The monk reared back, his orbs floating forward in a circle, and thrusting his hands forward a large beam of energy was fired for her. It was a devastating move that could be dodged with average skill, leaving Senkyomashuyan open if the move didn't hit which would spell his loss of the round.
So it came down to this move. It was big and so not the easiest to dodge but not the hardest either. It would either hit and finish her off, or it would miss and she would no doubt be able to take him out once he became vulnerable.
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Tsuzume
Better ....
Still, she had a considerable ways to go. Peeking up at her own health bar, it was about 70% full which wasn't too bad. Not overall. Given the second round had just begun and it was already in such a state, however, was horrible on her behalf.
At least the onslaught of hits did a good number on him also ... she mused, noting the monk's health bar dropped a considerable amount. By the time Mira was shoved away, it was close to 50%, if not that.
"Never thought I'd need to do this ... " she muttered, not really caring if he head. After all, the word 'this' was way too vague. It wasn't like she was giving many hints. First thing was first though; she had to wait. Her tongue lgihtly flicked across her lips as she got them a bit wet, noticing they'd dried up slightly from the air and not having had anything to drink since the food court.
"NOW!"
This time, she managed to make Mira side step instead of block, side stepping away like she'd originally wanted to the first time around. Whether Kyoku had been paying heed to her own rage bar or not .. well ... he would realize soon enough her own had definitely been full. Tsuzume simply lost the chance to use an ultimate move in the first round. But now that it was very obvious she needed to use these sots of tactics - and the perfect chance had arrived - she wouldn't be denied that. Not if she could help it.
The combo would begin with a relatively simple move; a punch in the gut. It was after that moment the move became far more deadly. Mira spun much like a gymnast would, holding firmly onto the monk's neck and head. If one took the time to notice, however, she moved slightly down. And by the time she guided herself and Senkyomashuyan down onto the ground, it was obvious what the real goal was. To execute a painful, powerful technique on the arm. Even without being an anatomy expert, it was easy to guess the move would have had potential to break an elbow, arm, or both. Suffice to say, it was not a nice move to use on an actual person.
But then, that was why it was being executed in a video game.
Mira would then roll away, though not before kicking Senkyomashuyan away to give herself even more distance.
There would be two moments of truth; the first if the move worked or not. Second, whether he would still be alive after it finished or knocked out. Tsuzume prayed both - or at least the first at the very least - would end up coming true.
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Tsuzume maneuvered Mira and dodged Kyoku's super leaving his character completely vulnerable. There was nothing he could do as she retaliated.
The assassin prepared her own super attack and Senkyomashuyan sat panting for moments that she took advantage of. The strike to the gut sealed the super combo, getting Mira around the monk and onto his arm, snapping it easily.
It was a devastating super attack and as Kyoku watched his health fall he prayed he would survive the move, though it seemed his prayers were not answered.
20%
15%
10%
His health fell closer and closer at each impact of the combo, and as she yanked his arm he had already dropped to 5%. As she pulled and the monk's arm snapped, the move took the rest of his health and Mira, Tsuzume's character was declared winner of the second round. Now the two were tied and would have one last match to decide it all.
The monk got back up and retreated to his side of the field across from where the assassin would retreat to as well. The words appearing on screen as the announcer called them out.
Round 3
Fight!
Kyoku's brow beaded with as much sweat as Tsuzume, the two competitive players getting into it now. Still, Kyoku was determined and as soon as he had the chance he tried to sweep her with a long range combo.
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Tsuzume
"Hehe ... "
It would either be an unexpected reaction or something Kyoku had been ready for. But ultimately, it would probably be determined by her explanation. "If ... I'd known .... things like this would get you to be more serious with me, I would have tried this a lot sooner. Damn. Didn't think you had this sorta energy in you. Thanks ... for proving me wrong."
While the fighters were being put back into their respective starting locations, Tsuzume took advantage of the screen having to reset, raised her arm, and wiped as much sweat off her forehead as she could, stopping as the third round was officially declared to begin. Her head quickly moved as she shoved the joystick harshly to the right, causing Mira to move in said direction. "Nu-uh!" she growled. "Not this time!"
Now that Tsuzume took the time to properly recall Senkyomashuyan was one of the few people who excelled and specialized in long-range combos, she better realized what Kyoku was intending to do. Admittedly, it was the smart move to make, as Mira was basically the opposite. Whereas the monk was better with ranged attacks and techniques, Mira had been made to deal with people in a very up-close and personal matter.
Almost exactly the same way that the controller of said femme fatale preferred. It was no doubt easy to assume that was why Tsuzume enjoyed using Mira; because it was almost like seeing herself in a video game. Just ... as a different heritage, given the appearance differences.
Instead of simply charging right into the monk, however, she would abruptly drop and roll, sweeping once Mira got back onto her feet and trying to make Senkyomashuyan fall onto his back. From there, she'd assault him with the same barrage of punches she'd done earlier in the last round. Sure, it was slightly repetitive, but not as much as it could have been. With the hopes that at least the roll and sweep parts were new, Tsuzume hoped she could make Mira get the move executed well enough.
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Hearing Tsuzume next to him, Kyoku grinned, giving a chuckle in return. It was an intense match and above all, it was fun competing with her.
Her words however set his cheeks ablaze as they brightened to a light red, Kyoku chuckling bashfully now at Tsuzume's revelation of just what drew out the motivation in the boy. The second half of her phrase, surprised at the energy he had in him, thanking him for proving her wrong, these only riled his imagination as he pictured her saying the same thing about his sexual ability which in turn only motivated him more. He absolutelycouldn'tlose this.
"Heh... Yeah" he said bashfully, knowing she would pick up enough on his reaction before his more naughty thoughts took hold.
"Hah!" Called Kyoku in effort as his movements now crashed the buttons and joystick loudly, his moves fast and hard. His combo was dodged and Mira swept Senkyomashuyan, sending the monk onto his back. However, Kyoku hit the joystick just so at just the right moment, rolling out of Mira's combo before Kyoku attempted his own combo now that he was closer and not as easy to dodge.
This time he struck with a mid range combo, trying to get in as many hits as possible and take what he could, hoping he could build the rage meter to full. He had tested his supers on her but if he could get off his ultimate attack, the devastating move that Senkyomashuyan had would win this for him if he could just get it.
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Tsuzume
"Hah ... hah .... whew .... "
I didn't realize the toll was becoming this much, Tsuzume inwardly mused, frowning slightly and finding herself - admittedly - a bit amused. Usually, only two things made her exhausted to the point of wanting to go to sleep really quickly after finishing them; martial arts lessons or a really good masturbation session with herself.
But who knows? You may get that second option anyway. It is Kyoku you're going against, after all. It's definitely not an impossible thought ...
The possibility made Tsuzume smirk, chuckle, and blush - all in that order - as she continued otherwise silently guiding Mira, giving orders on what to do to Senkyomashuyan. "Fuck," Tsuzume growled as he dodged and countered with his own combo. She gripped the joystick and pulled it backwards, helping Mira roll away, though not before her bar fell drastically. A quick glance upward at both health bars easily indicated the match would soon end. And Kyoku definitely had the odds in his favor.
However, he was still against Tsuzume. She wasn't simply going to hand the match over, even though part of her was whining and internally begging to do just that. No. She was too prideful, too fucking stubborn to resort to such things.
"Alright then ... " she muttered, looking down at her own rage bar. Almost enough was saved up and contained so she could use another ultimate. She just needed another push, as it were. So, while Senkyomashuyan was still on the other side of the screen, she performed her own taunt -- a very seductive gesture meant to keep the opponent metaphorically stuck in place. Mira swayed her hips and even went so far as to blow the monk a kiss. She then raised a hand in front of her mouth and went so far as to chuckle at the holy man, as if saying 'Hah! You're too far out of your league to get with me!'
And then .... she moved Mira forward, trying to have her run forward and hit Senkyomashuyan first before he got to her as she would attempt to begin her own ultimate attack against the monk.
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The match had come down to this. The both of their rage bars were at full after Mira's taunt and they both now were trying to get off their ultimate moves.
This is it... I'm have to win this...Kyoku thought to himself as he ran in at the same time as Tsuzume, crashing the joystick forward almost in unison with the girl as their characters bolted forward.
Senkyomashuyan, like his other moves, had a complicated ultimate. It involved a rather intense combo that was hard to pull off but once connected it would send the opponent into a flurry of combos before really unleashing his powers.
The move, if connected, would hit with a rare close quarters palm strike before another, and then another. A flurry of strikes would appear as if afterimages of his hands and barrage the opponent before exploding with power that sent the opponent up. From there larger palm shaped energy strikes would barrage even harder and faster as he prepared a large energy ball which the large hand shaped energies would carry it to the opponent in an explosive flash. That was, if it hit.
With everything he had, as swiftly as he could, Kyoku struck with the monk as Tsuzume tried to get off Mira's, the boy only able to hope his connected first.
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Tsuzume
This is it. The all or nothing moment. It really is do or die.
Both were at an appropriate life ratio where if one person got their ultimate off, the other would die and lose the fight. Plain and simple. For the briefest of moments, Tsuzume shut her eyes, concentrating on herself. Her body, in particular her heart. It was racing frantically. When had been the last time it ever pumped blood this quickly? She couldn't immediately recall. What Tsuzume did know was she didn't often feel this ... challenged. Alive. Anything of the like.
And up until now, she almost forgot how amazing it had felt.
However, a new sensation was starting to take over the excitement. It came in the form of annoyance. Hadn't Senkyomashuyan moved too far already?
I mean, doesn't he have mainly mid and long-range moves? The fuck is Kyoku doing?
It shouldn't have bothered Tsuzume so much, but it was if only for reason. Kyoku had been proving throughout these matches he was actually being serious. Thus, it implied she was forgetting something. And that 'something' could very well cost her this match.
He doesn't have any up-close combos though .... does he?
It sounded dumb for a monk not to have at least one melee move. Yet, off the top of her head, she couldn't recall any move from Senkyomashuyan's list that would allow him to be in Mira's face and execute a powerful set of moves.
But ... the closer Kyoku guided Senkyomashuyan towards her assassin, the more likely it seemed that he would indeed need to resort to such a technique.
Whatever. Just worry about getting your own done. Then, it'll be over and ---
That was as far as her train of thought got. Soon, the beginning of her own ultimate was interrupted by the monk's.
"Son of a bitch!" she cursed out loud, mashing frantically in an effort to roll backwards, somehow get out of range. But ... no such luck. This time, her commands weren't listened to. And so, as everything started, Tsuzume let go of the joystick, knowing exactly what would happen after the monk finished his flashy execution.
"Round over! Winner - Senkyomashuyan!"
Despite having lost, Tsuzume couldn't help but smirk and turn to look at Kyoku. At least five minutes of silence - well, from her, anyway - would linger before Tsuzume elicited an exhausted but equally content sigh before finally speaking.
" ... Alright. Come on. Let's head to my home so you can have your ... victory. I hate to admit it, but you definitely did earn it."
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Everything came down to that last moment... The two warriors came together and it would be a split second timing who got off their move first...
It was Senkyomashuyan...
The monk just barely clipped ahead at the last second. It's strike connected and the barrage of moves began, Mira was shredded as countless palm strikes barraged her through a flashy ultimate before finally blasting her into oblivion. The scene ended with a calm line from Senkyoyashuman before in big bold letters accompanied by the narrator's voice displayed, "Winner! Senkyomashuyan!" across the screen.
Kyoku had won.
First the small crowd erupted behind them, they had all pretty much never seen such an intense match from the game and as Tsuzume stayed silent for moments, applause and cheers filled the space.
Kyoku panted, his heart racing and sweat beading at his brow. He won, he had actually won. The adrenaline was draining from him as the match ended in his favor and he barely could comprehend the moment before Tsuzume finally did speak with a sight.
Kyoku's mouth stretched into a wide grin. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand, shaking it as a sign of sportsmanship. That was however, before he ran off with her, pulling Tsuzume through the crowds and hurrying them out of the mall, "lets go!" he agreed with Tsuzume, nearly sprinting over to her place.
Now the only challenge Kyoku was concerned with was what he should dare his friend to do first.
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Tsuzume
Tsuzume smiled, glad to see Kyoku hadn't forgotten what it meant to show good sportsmanship. Almost anyone else probably would have. But ... that was definitely another thing Tsuzume respected and appreciated about her best - if not a bit immature - friend. He knew when to be serious, and when to be just as courteous. He just ... wasn't always good at showing those sorts of reactions or emotions. He usually preferred staying to his more flirty side, for a lack of a better wording.
And on any other given day, Tsuzume would side with all the other girls and concur that, yes, he deserved a scolding, slap, what have you.
But tonight ... would be different, due solely to the stakes that had been added before they officially played the fighting game. Now, Tsuzume found herself being dragged hastily out o the mall and towards her house.
What would happen?
She'd already ensured no sex, as that had been a condition. But how far would he otherwise go?
Tsuzume couldn't help but blush slightly, feeling eager and a bit anxious to find out. However, first thing was first. As such, the first thing Kyoku saw upon entering her house - aside from the den - was Tsuzume raising her right index finger.
"I don't know about you but ... before we start .... I'm gonna grab some drinks. You know where my room is. You've been here before so ... go on and head over there. Get comfortable. Don't touch anything just yet though; you're not in charge until I enter and we officially start this All-Dare game."
Allowing her words to sink in, Tsuzume pivoted and headed to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. A quick peek inside revealed that even someone as serious as Tsuzume sometimes drank sodas. She just tried to consume more healthier options, such as tea or water. In the end, she took a bit of everything with her.
When Kyoku next saw Tsuzume, she had two water bottles in one hand and two soda cans in the other. Taking a moment to divide the beverages up so she had one soda and water - as did Kyoku - Tsuzume then sat down on her bed. Although she usually wore a very confident expression on her face, Kyoku would see a different version. A much more honest one. Now, she was wearing signs of anticipation and uncertainty. Yet even with those types of emotions reflecting in her eyes, there was a sense of trust, which was a hell of a thing to notice, particularly from Tsuzume.
It was rare for her to even show any sort of type of faith towards anyone.
So to do so for even Kyoku was ... quite the gift.
"I'm expecting you to keep to your promises you made," she reminded, more for her own sake than his. "When you're ready ... begin. I'm sure you've got some ideas and thoughts you wanna express, yes?"
While waiting for his answer, Tsuzume unscrewed the cap attached to the water bottle and sipped some of the cool liquid, sighing in relief as the contents began to soothe her dry and slightly aching throat.
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The duo quickly arrived at Tsuzume's place and as soon as they entered, Kyoku was sent to Tsuzume's room. The boy nodded to Tsuzume's instructions and let her off to grab drinks as he headed for the room.
Moving through the den and down the hall, Kyoku reached the white painted door. Reaching for the gold colored handle he let himself into the room and took a seat on the floor. The boy looked around merely to do something as he waited, given that he had been there many times and had already seen everything her room had to offer.
Tsuzume entered with the drinks and Kyoku took the options she provided. He opted for the soda first, popping the tab with a hiss of carbonation released from the can before he took a long drink. Kyoku needed it after the intense game they had and then running straight here. He sighed heavily in satisfaction as they both took a refreshing drink. It was then that Tsuzume gave him the go ahead to begin, and Kyoku grinned widely.
"Yeah... Yeah I got somethin'" Kyoku started as he stood up, pacing back and forth with his hand on his chin as if he was contemplating the most important of thoughts and perhaps in this moment it was to him.
Throwing up his index finger as he looked to Tsuzume, Kyoku wore his grin plastered across his face. "Well then I guess first thing's first" said Kyoku as he eyed Tsuzume up and down.
"I've always wanted to see what you were hiding under that Gi" the boy remarked as he smirked to his best friend, "I dare you to strip in front of me, take it all off" he gave his first instruction. His heart raced with anticipation even just saying these words, his head swimming as it drown in the disbelief that this was actually happening. Kyoku bit his lip and folded his arms, standing back and watching to see just how Tsuzume would take this first dare of his.
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Tsuzume
Although Kyoku only took one or two minutes to think on his dare, it felt a lot longer. And perhaps because of that, the pause made Tsuzume more curious and also nervous at the same time. There were tons of options he had. Even though she couldn't see what exact route he could take, this was one of her closest friends. So, it was only natural that Tsuzume did at least have several ideas on things he could have asked for her to do.
It therefore wasn't overly amazing he asked to see her nude. She just ... didn't quite expect Kyoku to go right to that.
" ... Not wasting time, are ya?" she mused, hiding away all emotions and reactions to the dare. Yet, it wasn't done out of pure spite or anything of the like. It was for an even simpler - if not somewhat stupid - reason. In all honest to gods truth, even Tsuzume wasn't sure how she felt.
On one hand, it made her that much more relieved she'd included the 'no sex' stipulation. After all, if he was already going straight to this, that would have probably been the next three to five requests he would have asked of her. And then, on the opposite spectrum, she was almost regretting it.
But definitely not enough to speak up now and take her words back.
" ... Alright then."
Placing the cap back on her water bottle, Tsuzume first exhaled deeply before setting her drink aside.
Finally, her hands lowered, resting beside her hips.
Unfortunately, she'd found a loophole in his request. He only said to strip. Kyoku never said, however, it had to be done quickly.
So, though step one wasn't perhaps the most sexiest thing he would see her do, it was - in Tsuzume's mind - the best way to begin this impromptu strip tease. Her shoes were first and foremost kicked off, with the socks being tucked away into the sneakers.
Next, she stood up, sliding off the bed and let her hands actually move to the zipper and button holding her skirt up. A quick downward movement and ... it slid off, revealing the white set of panties the uniform had been concealing.
Taking a moment to toss the dirty skirt away into the hamper resting in the corner of her room, Tsuzume then copied the same tactic with her blouse, revealing a matching bra covering her breasts.
Now her face did turn a bit crimson. She didn't need a mirror to see what Kyoku would. Even without having done anything major, her nipples were already a bit stiff from arousal and anticipation.
"Don't judge," she muttered under her breath, keeping her hands still for a minute or so in order to allow him a view of her body with lingerie still on.
When she felt he'd received enough time, her hands resumed traveling, reaching around and unhooking the clasps of her bra. As it fell away, her actual breasts would finally come into view. And if Kyoku could determine just from looking - or took the time to try to read the tag while the bra was hurled into the hamper - he'd read the label and/or judge her size to be 75Fs.
Once more, Tsuzume's hands traveled a bit south, now shaking slightly. Apparently, this was the part that was making her the most anxious.
There were likely a few obvious reasons as to why, even without seeing what was making Tsuzume hesitate.
However, when she finally removed the panties, it was even more apparent what the source of her anxiety had been.
Kyoku would also notice that save for the hair upon her head, Tsuzume was completely bald everywhere else. Including between her legs.
Originally, it really had just been done because it made her feel more clean. Thinking back on it, however, maybe a bit of Tsuzume's id had kicked in and she did it in hopes of adding in the most subtle incentives of including 'increasing sex appeal' for why she truly did this.
Either way, she was just as proud as the poor teenager was embarrassed to show her true body off to Kyoku.
" .... Done. Now what?" she asked, holding her wrists behind her back to avoid covering her more sensual areas up.
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"Heh..." Kyoku gave a chuckle as his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. It was less from nerves and more from anticipation, his adrenaline that earlier had drained from him in their game was rushing back at full force as he waited for Tsuzume to begin. "Well.. You know me" he said vaguely, not quite sure how to respond beyond that.
His heart skipped a beat as Tsuzume stood up. Kyoku stood back, giving her all the room she needed and making sure he could get the full view of his best friend as he would finally get to seeallof her. He grinned as she kicked off her shoes and socks, before he swallowed hard at the swift motion that let her skirt fall to the floor. It was as if it had just registered that it was actually happening, and nothing could hide the excitement shown through the sudden emergence of the growing bulge in Kyoku's jeans.
The boy smirked as Tsuzume then stripped away her top, leaving herself in just her undergarments. Kyoku immediately noticed the perky nipples poking through her white bra and he grinned widely. When she told him not to judge, her casual words about it only served to arouse him further - it just seemed to suit Tsuzume.
"Never~" Kyoku answered simply but honestly.
The dark haired boy's eyes widened a bit as her bra was then cast to the floor. Her breasts were finally revealed to him and Kyoku took in the sight in all it's glory. Kyoku knew Tsuzume's chest was big but the exact size never really was known by him until now. Her large, firm, plump breasts, those nipples... It would have been the most perfect sight if that number one spot wasn't then taken as Tsuzume pushed her panties to the floor.
Kyoku's jaw dropped as he was mesmerized by the sight. Tsuzume was completely shaven, her pussy was entirely bare and those sweet little lower lips were on full display under her perfectly smooth pubis.
"W-wow...." The boy gasped before he grinned deviously, "Amazing!" Kyoku exclaimed as he eyed her up and down, getting more aroused as she posed in such a way to let him view all of her. Even more, she gave a quick, casual question,'Now what?'as if they weren't doing anything special. Something about that just did it for Kyoku, the closeness, the way that his best friend was just doing this like nothing, more than anything probably just more reminder that it was indeed Tsuzume, the Tsuzume he had always known.
Now what indeed. Kyoku cleared his throat as he stiffened up and loosened his stance, acting as if he didn't just react at all. "Nice.." he said as if to correct his fawning over her, to look more 'cool' to his best friend.
"Hmmm..." As he thought, Kyoku couldn't take his eyes off her, but after another short moment he had his next dare for Tsuzume.
"I dare you..." Kyoku grinned, looking Tsuzume in the eye as if challenging her, "... To strip me next, with your own hands" he said, "or whatever you wanna use" clarified Kyoku with a wink.
It seemed after having taken the dive, he did wantsomeform of elongated play. Though he was reckless, impatient, and a hopeless pervert, even Kyoku knew that it wouldn't be any fun to just hurry this to the end, especially without giving her a bit more of a challenge. Now she'd have to get even more personal and remove his outfit; jeans, black shirt, and a purple button up over it (minus shoes that he had already kicked off when he got to her room), and see him bare as well - except she would have to be up close.
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Tsuzume
Indeed, Kyoku's response on him never judging Tsuzume for revealing she was in a semi-aroused state before fully stripping was ... well ... simple. Laughably so. Even still, the words were ... sincere. Honest. Real. Those implications that Kyoku managed to include in the answer helped her feel ... better. Not nearly as slutty as she probably should. In fact, a ghost of a smile could be found should he look hard enough, or in the right location for that matter.
"W-wow...."
"Amazing!"
Tsuzume couldn't help but smirk. There was something ... intriguing about his answers. Sure, they were laughably uncomplicated. But ... it was just how Kyoku was. And hell, there was a reason the proverb 'simpler is sometimes better' did exist. He was a perfect example of this, for one. But more importantly - point number two - it was Tsuzume's own reassurance. This was indeed the Kyoku she'd known and grown up with that was gawking at her.
So ... if this had to be happening, at least it was occurring with someone she trusted instead of a mere stranger.
Thus hearing his natural answers helped Tsuzume. Calmed her. Consoled her even tat yes, she was with the correct, immature friend of hers and no one else.
While Kyoku shifted and got more comfortable, Tsuzume subconsciously took note of his steadily growing erection ... unsure whether she regretted noticing it or was happy her eyes found the semi-hard appendage sporting within the confines of Kyoku's pants.
"I dare you ... To strip me next, with your own hands or whatever you wanna use"
" ... You know," Tsuzume quipped, unable to help but chortle softly, "That smug attitude may bite you in the ass one day. Just be careful."
Tsuzume had considered talking even more, as she found few ways to remove clothing whilst using anything besides hands. However, an idea came to her. And she fully intended to use it.
And .. well ... only time would reveal if he liked it or not.
Who are you kidding? This is fucking Kyoku; of course he'll enjoy it.
After reminding and inwardly scolding herself of almost temporarily forgetting who sh was with, Tsuzume moved forward, feeling her own heart begin to rapidly race in her chest. First was the purple button up, which was slowly - almost at a pain-achingly if not borderline lazy - pace, removed. Whereas Tsuzume threw her own clothes into the hamper with the other dirty fabrics, she put Kyoku's in a nearby chair.
Next, the black shirt was removed, placed in the same chair as his purple over shirt.
When she got to his pants though ... that was when things took a considerable turn, and very likely - hopefully - for the more better direction.
Tsuzume sank to her knees, ignoring the heat rushing to her face and crotch from moving to a very ... sensual position. Her fingers undid the button keeping Kyoku's denims on. The zipper, however, was carefully trapped between her teeth. With the same caution, she began pulling it slowly down, flushing even harder as the sight of Kyoku's cock became more and more obvious.
All that separated her eyes from actually being met with the true display of the member were his boxers.
So - after gulping tensely - Tsuzume released the zipper and, after helping Kyoku step out of the blue jeans, veered her hands up yet again. The shaking had definitely increased by now, becoming much more noticeable than when Tsuzume stripped herself. Holding onto the edges of Kyoku's boxers, she pulled them down, gasping softly as his cock was finally free and out in the open.
Oh god ...
Even without saying those words aloud, her expression all but revealed what was racing through her head. Tsuzume stared at the twitching shaft; mouth open agape slightly and feeling her body get warmer and warmer with each passing second.
She honestly didn't even bother tossing the boxers onto the chair. Those simply fell out of her hands, which had forgotten they existed. All she could find herself focusing on was the sight before her eyes. There really was something so very erotic about this situation. Suffice to say, this would be one of the few - maybe only - times that Tsuzume was happy she lost something.
Maybe not?
Either way, one thing was for damn sure; even though she was still a bit apprehensive, Tsuzume was feeling her desires quickly dominating any sensation of nervousness and replacing it with more anticipation and eagerness. She wanted more and if it weren't for the fact Kyoku had full control of what he wanted and when, Tsuzume already knew what she wanted to do.
Though ... she may very well get her wish. She likely would. Only time would reveal that much.
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Kyoku cockily chuckled at Tsuzume's response as he shrugged, "we'll see" he grinned back at her like he always had, that simple yet confident attitude shining through as always.
Slowly she first went after his overshirt, pushing it from his shoulders at an agonizingly slow pace before finally freeing him of it. Tsuzume tossed the purple article into the chair in her room before she started to pull up the black t-shirt he wore underneath. Once removed, his toned torso was displayed.
Kyoku was obviously fit, having a hobby of martial arts training. His body was lean and his muscles lightly toned, with fair light skin that was taut and tight against his muscles, giving him the perfect male figure - something that came as quite the advantage when he flirted as often as he did.
There was no getting around it, he had a nice body.
It wasn't like Tsuzume hadn't seen him shirtless, that much was obvious. No, the true reveal would come next.
As Tsuzume sank to her knees and moved closer, Kyoku gulped nearly along with her. To his surprise, as she undid the button of his blue jeans, Tsuzume leaned in and bit the zipper of his pants.
"Shit..." Kyoku cursed under his breath with a satisfied, soft chuckle as he didn't expect his best friend to dothat. As she slowly pulled down the zipper with her teeth, his cock loosened and the stiff member became all the more apparent behind his dark red boxers. His jeans were pulled down and after stepping out of them, his boxers were all that remained.
Soon not even they would however as Tsuzume gently started pulling them down.
Kyoku's body wasalmosthairless, more from just genetics. However, on his pubis lay a rather neat, trimmed patch of nearly black hair matching the dark blue hair on his head. It seemed he took rather good care of himself in such matters, keeping himself clean and trimmed, but the real show stood powerfully just below.
Swollen and pink with arousal, Kyoku's cock throbbed and twitched powerfully right in front of Tsuzume's face. It almost seemed to harden with her surprised reaction, displaying it's full eight inches of length proudly as Kyoku himself grinned wide as ever from her impressed. Just below his dick, his hefty balls also decently swollen gave hint of just how much the boy had to give so to speak.
"Heh..." Chuckled Kyoku, almost nervously if not for his confident demeanor, "I take it you like" he said with his trademark grin.
It was obvious what he wanted to do with this opportunity, even if Tsuzume's desire for the same was unknown to the boy.
"I definitely know what I want you to do next..." Whispered Kyoku with an elongated exhale, clearly worked up by the arousal that she brought him.
"I dare you..." Kyoku looked down at Tsuzume, his face actually flushing from embarrassment. He had no qualms about talking dirty in front of Tsuzume, but now that this was actually happening, it took just an extra second of building his courage before he asked.
"Suck me off" he grinned down at her.
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Tsuzume
Tsuzume shuddered, quickly biting onto her lower lip as she now took her turn to stare at Kyoku in all of his glory. The sight was ... an amazing one. Much like how he said when he saw her breasts for the first time. While she initially thought the reply had been simple, she now understood a very likely subconscious reason he used those words. They were the most perfect answers to give. And truthfully, it was hard to conjure any overly elaborate words to use that could honestly help explain how Tsuzume was beginning to feel.
Insatiable. Wanting. Hornier than she'd been in a good amount of months.
Those were carnal words and answers, at best. Definitely not what she would dare normally admit but .... fuck it. Almost literally, too.
Fuck, that looks amazing ....
Staring was rude, or supposed to be. It was one of the many rules Tsuzume had been taught by her parents. But, again, she didn't care. She couldn't help but continue looking at the throbbing cock so close to her face. Part of Tsuzume definitely regretted including the 'no sex' rule. Honor was only one thing, and not the primary one, keeping the raven-haired woman from taking her own words back. The main thing keeping her silent, actually, was knowing that if she got overly desperate, Tsuzume could speak up later. But she'd only do so when she was damn sure she wanted tp risk giving Kyoku her first time.
But not before then.
When Kyoku acknowledged he saw her gawking, poor Tsuzume only managed to reply with a nod. "Yeah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Actually, I do. A lot."
Her tongue lightly trailed over her lips as she continued to look right at Kyoku's member, feeling more and more impatient with each passing second. She wanted to just reach out and begin stroking him, not much caring about the game anymore. But ... if he wanted to cease playing, he could say so. Now her honor was keeping Tsuzume in check. Otherwise ... she would be doing much more than simply looking at the rod in front of her blue eyes.
Thankfully, Kyoku seemed to read her mind ... or at least chose the very thing she wanted to hear.
"Suck me off"
Not needing to hear anymore encouragement, Tsuzume opened her mouth and began lowering herself. Inch by inch started to vanish into her mouth. Again, something else kept her from moving as if she were in a frenzy, and that answer came in the form of the simple fact this was her first time actually doing something sexual. Truthfully, Tsuzume had watched a considerable amount of porn. More than anyone would assume or guess about her, anyway. It was easy enough given how one could lie about their age. Add in the fact her parents were almost always gone and it was even easier to see how Tsuzume never got caught.
Watching was all well and good -- and it was definitely helping her from looking naive.
But, again, watching versus doing? There was a difference in her lack of 'doing'.
So, her movements were slow. Calculated. Each up and down movement she made, Tsuzume listened, waiting to hear any groan or noise of pleasure. The moment it echoed in her ears, she went back to the exact location and teased it with gentle licks and flicks of her tongue.
All the while, her crotch was beginning to ache. Beg. Silently screaming to be touched. And given all the various ways and items Tsuzume had in her house that could help out with that ... yeah. It, among many other various scenarios, were beginning to make her soaked. Even if the juices trailing down her thighs weren't obvious, the scent of her arousal would be.
"Mmmm ... "
Tsuzume began to moan gently, continuing her first oral session on Kyoku. Simultaneously, she continued to silently pray he'd end the game so she could confess all the naughty things she'd done and wanted to do right then and there. Or, at the very least, offer an idea. One she felt very confident Kyoku would love.
I know I will ...
This was more so true with the fact it could help her keep her promise ... for as long as they both agreed to keep it in place. Just thinking about it made her whimper and shake in bliss. Her head continued bobbing up and down. Until Kyoku said anything coherent, she concentrated on the task at hand.
Or in mouth, as it were.
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"Ngh!" Kyoku grunted out a sound as he didn't rightly expect Tsuzume to start so quickly, and what a pleasant surprise it was.
Suddenly, inch by inch his dick disappeared behind her lips, the feeling incredible. Her mouth was warm, wet, her tongue sliding along his length as it twitched in response. "Ahhh... Yeah..." Kyoku breathed out, watching her slow and calculated motions, pretty much expecting such careful movements from Tsuzume which to him just aroused him more.
Tsuzume began bobbing up and down slowly in calculated fashion sucking down his cock before pulling it from her mouth up to the tip and repeating the process. Kyoku moaned as he felt her lips pulling up the length, tongue targeting any spot it could find that pleased him as well.
Kyoku placed his hand on Tsuzume's head, combing his fingers through her hair as he encouraged her motion ever so slightly.
"Ngh... That's really good" huffed Kyoku in pleasure, his member twitching deep in her mouth. With this kind of observed skill, Kyoku would never be able to guess that his friend hadn't done anything like this before.
"Ahhh..." His cock began to spasm, shivering with need. Though, he wasn't on the edge yet, Kyoku still didn't want to go off that early. After a moment he slowly pulled his length from her mouth under the excuse of teasing her lips with his tip as well as talking to her.
"Shit you're good at this Tsuzume..." Panted Kyoku as he let it slip in once more before pulling it back out. He didn't know what it was, the scent in the air, the way she looked at him, but it felt like she wanted something too. It was almost like she was begging him even though she made no such expression or gesture, he just...feltlike there was something she wanted... And Kyoku definitely didn't want to deny her anything like that.
Despite the nature of the game, Kyoku couldn't help it. Pushing his cock into her mouth again, reveling in the feeling and the sounds she made, he grinned, "ahhh... S-something you want too?" He asked, his words short with her as he focused on the pleasure of her mouth before pulling back out to let her speak.
If Tsuzume wanted to confess, to tell him all she had done, all she wanted to do, now was the time to do it.
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Tsuzume
Each new praise, moan, or groan Tsuzume heard from her friend only made her that much more turned on and also impatient. The hell with this game. At this rate, as long as Kyoku mainly stayed in control, not much else mattered. As easy as it could have been for her to reach down and rub her slit, she was waiting. No permission had been given after all. Still, it definitely didn't stop Tsuzume's mind from allowing rather vivid and vulgar images to rush through her mind.
Most involved either using toys, machines, inanimate objects, - or all of the above - on and in herself.
Each new thought made her own groan join Kyoku's as she breathed faster through her nose, getting wetter.
All this without touching yourself? Is something wrong with you?
True, Tsuzume was long overdue for a well-needed and thorough masturbation session with herself. But shit, she hadn't thought it was this desperate.
"Ah ... ohhh .... "
Whenever Kyoku helped pull the tip back so only it was inside her mouth, she took advantage - tried to, anyway - to regain her oxygen. It didn't always work, as a lot of her breath ended up disappearing into the very atmosphere itself. But ... ah well. She was at least making an effort.
Finally, Kyoku noticed well enough she wanted something and asked if - what rather - that 'something' was.
"Y-Yes," she hotly replied, pausing to gather her thoughts and make damn well sure she gave an honest answer. One that would be something she wanted, not simply was uttering out of lust. No, she wanted to be as truthful as Kyoku had been thus far. Her eyes even closed while she thought over and determined what exactly she intended to say she desired. Only when the young fighter was 200% certain of her response, she nodded and pulled up, teasing the tip in between pauses.
"I ... want some freedom. I wanna touch myself. Show myself off with some toys or anything really. But ... mmmhh .... I need something while I pleasure you also. Oh fuck .... "
Tsuzume jumped slightly, feeling her virgin entrance tingle again as it demanded for the very same feelings of ecstasy and desire Kyoku was getting. A few more pants and breaths landed on Kyoku's cock before Tsuzume lowered herself back down, allowing him to take the confessions in while she did the same with his member. Already, five - almost six - out of the eight inches had gone with little trouble into her waiting mouth.
She couldn't help but wonder ... would she be able to deep throat him? If - no, when - they had sex, would he be able to fit himself fully inside?
A shudder trailed through her body as Tsuzume bobbed eagerly up and down, allowing Kyoku's hand to guide her as it wove through her onyx locks.
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Kyoku moaned as Tsuzume spoke, breath hot against his tip. It twitched furiously in her face from such immense built up arousal.
"Hmm?" Kyoku asked again as Tsuzume answered 'yes', that she had something she wanted, needed even, before she paused for a moment.
When Tsuzume did answer him, revealing what she wanted, Kyoku's dick - if possible - got even harder from her words. Nowthatwas something he didn't expect to hear from her; she wanted to use toys, to 'show herself off'? It wasn't something Kyoku could deny or ever want to.
"Y-yeah!" he answered before immediately clearing his throat, acting cooler about it. "I mean... Yeah" he said with a more average tone, smirk on his face.
Tsuzume suddenly and rather eagerly started to blow him again, bobbing her head making Kyoku hiss in pleasure as he gripped her dark hair. "Ahh... Ngh... Y-yeah I..." Kyoku tilted his head back with a moan, enjoying this too much even to stop her right away, "sh-shit I dare you to show off... Ahh... I wanna... See what you like" he said grinning, giving her free reign to do as she pleased while she did or between carrying out dares.
Though, if he were being truthful, he just wanted Tsuzume, the game was only a fun way to carry it out. He didn't rightly care about the rules if she didn't.
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Tsuzume
Tsuzume grinned upon noting Kyoku trying to change how he reacted about her confession. "Heh. It's okay. You didn't have to alter your response, you know?" she whispered, her voice definitely more seductive than Kyoku had ever heard before. "Let's just enjoy, hm? I don't have many overly good 'naughty' sessions - certainly not with others watching - and I'm pretty certain you're in basically the same boat."
Allowing both the words and her mouth to further sink in and on Kyoku's twitching shaft, Tsuzume happily sucked, licked, and trailed her tongue around each vein and spot along the hard rod. Her pace had quickened slightly, but not enough to tempt her friend over the edge. No. She wanted to wait before trying to resort to that. though it definitely was fair to assume she was hoping to drive him mad with lust and want. Whether he would literally fuck her, watch her do so, a machine, or something else would be determined with time.
But that was okay. They both had plenty of time.
When Kyoku finally agreed she could give him a show, Tsuzume's grin actually widened, signaling that - even if he didn't think his own friend would enjoy this - she most definitely was. Very much so. And it was only about to get better for the both of them.
"Mmmmm. Thank you. You'll love this."
Pulling her mouth briefly away, Tsuzume turned herself slightly, facing a wooden chest that had always been set on the floor of her room. Kyoku would be partially right to guess it was meant to hold toys. Just .... not the exact types that he would finally see when she opened them. From dildos to vibrators, bullets, and gags of various kinds, there were an array of items inside. There were even numerous, inanimate objects not usually meant for such carnal activities hidden inside. From candlesticks to spare bed posts, rolling pins, multiple writing instruments, and so much more. Anything that could be stuffed inside was able to be found.
Tempting as it was for her to grab a whole handful, Tsuzume only removed one of the glass dildos and a bullet. Reaching over, Tsuzume first plugged the cord part attached to the small, vibrating device into a nearby outlet.
"This way, it won't stop. Not unless we decide to use something else ... or go to another room. There are some additional devices in the house that aren't, unfortunately, in my room."
Tsuzume stopped yet again, now letting him realize that there was indeed such a concept and thought as 'more sex toys', she reached under her bed, now pulling a small roll of tape out.
First thing was first; Tsuzume lifted herself up slightly, placing the glass cock right under her. Slowly - carefully - she sat down, moaning as the toy began to sink into her sopping wet cunt. She continued working it inside, stopping only when she felt her barrier being rubbed and pushed against, leaving at least several inches sticking out. Next, Tsuzume spread her lips apart, helping expose her clit. Using two fingers, her other hand grabbed the egg and placed it right on top of the sensitive nub. While keeping it pressed down and effectively trapped, Tsuzume tore a small but large enough piece of tape off.
Whether Kyoku figured it out or not, he'd see it go across the bullet, followed by two more.
Just in case, she inwardly decided, licking her lips as she leaned forward, resuming sucking Kyoku's cock. Her hands lowered, one beginning to pump the toy carefully in and out of her snatch. The other found the remote control for the egg and turned it on.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
Tsuzume's eyes shut as she let out a muffled but long and content moan, her lips vibrating along the cock in the process. The pace of her toy mimicked how she worked on her friend; not too fast, but certainly not too slow. Medium, more or less.
And so, with her mouth repeatedly bobbing up and down, Tsuzume let Kyoku watch as she fucked herself, using both the glass shaft and the buzzing device ravaging her little pearl. Her clit was copying the appearance of her nipples, and soon, all of her nubs were stiff and erect from desire and anticipation.
What do you think of me now, hm? Like the slightly sluttier me? I hope so. Whatever the case, I wanna hear it ...
Still, nothing was said out loud, mainly to avoid messing up on the oral job she was performing. All Kyoku heard from Tsuzume were more moans and groans of bliss, joining his own each time he elicited a sound of pleasure. To make up for not speaking, Tsuzume somehow hoped he could keep reading her, figuring out all she was thinking and hoping for, and even more. Because she was definitely praying this session would get better, kinkier even, before worse.
Though it was Kyoku she was with. She had little doubts it wouldn't start getting better, especially now that he was watching something he probably never expected to see. Certainly not from Tsuzume, of all people.
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Kyoku rubbed the back of his head casually with a chuckle, looking off to the side before he grinned, "yeah" he answered sincerely when Tsuzume said he didn't need to alter his response, giving a chuckle when she suggested he was in the same boat as her - not having many 'good naughty sessions', as she put it.
It was true mostly, Kyoku indeed didn't get to do this kind of thing often. Hehadhad sex before, a couple times even - there was a reason jealous boyfriends chased him down alleyways for just talking to their girl. He was notorious for his flirtatiousness and perversion for a reason, though it wasn't like it was something Tsuzume didn't know. Still, it didn't get to happen often, and never with someone as close to him as Tsuzume, never with someone he respected and was attracted to that much. Now here she was, Tsuzume on her knees and whispering hot breathed words against his twitching cock.
"Ngh!" Kyoku grunted as Tsuzume not only slipped him into her mouth, but suddenly sucked him off at a more rapid pace. He grabbed her dark locks gently, gritting his teeth as he hissed in pleasure, "shit..." Though it wasn't enough to bring him closer to the edge or anything, not just yet.
When he granted her wish, the girl actually grinned, making his cock harder in her mouth at the way it looked. It also expressed... Desire, Tsuzume was okay to do this, he knew that already or else she wouldn't have made the bet with him. However, such a look... It seemed she wanted this as much as Kyoku, or at least enough as much, which only aroused him more as something he thought impossible happened before his eyes like a miracle.
A sexy as hell miracle
Tsuzume thanked Kyoku bringing a blush to the boy's cheeks, telling him he would love it and seeming rather confident.
It seemed Tsuzume had a reason to be as she opened up the chest he recognized, yet never really questioned, in her room. First thing he noticed was Tsuzume's ass, her pert, firm backside tightened by training - Tsuzume was a lovely sight from the back too. Next, he would look over her shoulder, beholding the contents of the box.
"No... Way..." Kyoku gasped with an ever widening open smile, gawking at the obvious sex toys in there before his eyes widened impressively at the number of non sex toy insertions she had with them. It was like she was some sort of collector! And it was amazing. When she hinted there were more, things not in her room, Kyoku's heart skipped another beat as he imagined all the things she had used.
Just how much did Tsuzume go around her house fucking things?
What sort of things did she use?
Kyokuhadto find out.
Watching with dazzling, lust filled dark eyes Kyoku gazed upon Tsuzume, witnessing as she so expertly positioned herself just so over her toy. He watched it enter and as his best friend, the girl it was hard to picture doing anything sexual because she never gave in to his flirting or dirtier jokes/suggestions, gave out a moan Kyoku's cock raged hard holding back a satisfied moan just at the sight. With just as much skill, he watched her reveal her clit to him, the cute nub stiffening up like her perky nipples as she placed the bullet to it and taped it to herself - she had to have done this before.
Turning it on herself, Tsuzume resumed blowing her best friend as she fucked the twisted glass dildo in her. He did notice she only took a bit into herself but thought nothing of it, too distracted by the warm, slick feeling of her mouth slipping up and down his hard dick and the vibrations of her moans, her sounds turning him on more.
"Tsu-Tsuzume... Ngh.. Th-this is amazing..." he moaned to her, grabbing her head with both hands as he resisted the urge to buck his hips, letting her speed up as her head bobbed up and down rapidly, raven hair swaying back and forth with the lewd motion.
"I.. I never expected... This side of you, fuck.." Kyoku grunted. He already thought the world of Tsuzume, shewas his best friend after all, but as if it were possible he had even more respect for her now because of this, "it's fuckin' great..." Hissed Kyoku in a groan as his cock throbbed in her mouth, as if answering her thoughts. He loved the sluttier her, this horny side of Tsuzume that had gone undiscovered until now.
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Crimson began to paint Tsuzume's face as she heard the groans and moans eliciting from Kyoku. Add in the very ... unorthodox but sincere praise and yeah. Her face was burning, flushed with an odd sense of pride and arousal. Each new curse or sound made her feelings only strengthen, her moans become more frequent, and Tsuzume's head trail along the throbbing shaft quicker in her mouth.
Fuck, yes!
"Mmmm!"
Her own muffled cries joined Kyoku's, matching the timing and volume almost perfectly. Almost.
So good, so good! Fuck!
Now more than ever, Tsuzume was relieved she set the toy on a medium speed. Otherwise, she very likely would have given in and came. Quite a few times too, not only once.
But ... she didn't want to climax. Not just yet, and it wasn't only her stubbornness keeping her from what would probably be one of the best orgasms of her life.
She hadn't forgotten this was his game she was playing.
With Kyoku having an infinite amount of dares, it would never really be her turn to make him do anything. All she was meant to do was keep playing along. Which thus meant he needed to toss over another thing for her to do or not do. Whatever came through the perverted mind of her friend first.
Just in case he needed a nice reminder, Tsuzume used her left hand - which had subconsciously become idle after activating the bullet - and raised it. When it founds its destination in the form of Kyoku's balls, she began lightly fondling and squeezing them. All while resuming her blow job.
Many could argue she was odd for viewing a time like now akin to training.
But .. it helped her out. She was reacting faster and in a less awkward manner. As such, she was heeding one thing they had been repeatedly taught at the dojo; take advantage of any and all openings from an enemy.
Kyoko wasn't one right now, no.
With the tournament coming up though, that would be a possibility. This was killing two birds with one stone; keeping her end of the deal while also getting ready for another event that was just as important - but definitely not erotic - as this one.
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Kyoku groaned out as Tsuzume moaned into his cock, the vibrations of her voice a light but pleasurable feeling through his length. The boy held her head tightly, watching as she dildoed herself, the sight arousing him more.
His dick pulsed harder, more rapidly as slowly Tsuzume got better and better at sucking him off, it was as if she was training her skill and steadily improving. She was a true martial artist even doing this, "Ngh!" Kyoku grunted as he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his pleasure already less he cum so soon. No, he couldn't, not yet, he had so much in store for his friend.
"Ahh... F-fuck.." The boy hissed, it was becoming too much. Kyoku felt his member tensing up and he moaned out, "s-slow down... Ahh.. I'll..." Kyoku gulped before he tried to cover what he was about to admit, "I mean.. I-it feels good" he insinuated it would feel good to feel it slow, but it was far too obvious he was trying not to cum before her. Kyoku wanted to satisfy Tsuzume, he didn't want to leave her disappointed, if there was any time to make a good impression it was definitely now.
"Ahhh..." He groaned softly as he tried to resist the feeling, wracking his brain for what he could ask her next, what he could dare her to do or to let him do to her. As she grabbed his balls, he arched his back and had to hold on with everything he had not to blow his load right there.
"I... I dare you to use your tits" he said quickly, looking for any excuse to pause for just a moment without admitting he needed it, even if it was obvious. If she felt like it, Tsuzume could force him to blow right there, though it would't stop the dares he had in mind even if he did. His perversion was that potent.