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Who: Baku and Ryuta (possibly Kisa, Kazuki, and Chloe)
Where: Chitoku Academy, Kendo Club Dojo
When: Tuesday, April 25, After School
What: Baku's Challenge, Round 1
The kendo club proceeds as normal today - much to Baku's chagrin. His private tutelage and extra time spent on the sport placed him at a noticeably higher caliber than his peers, and so he often thought of the incessant repetition of the basics needless and pedantic, despite knowing better. A solid foundation is the key for flawlessly executing advanced maneuvers. You're a san-dan, for crying out loud. Tough it out. And tough it out he did, his face a window into his spirit of determination, but the teen has only so much patience. After a series of drills that seemed to roll on forever, Baku finally found the chance he'd been looking for.
"Yo, Ryuta-san!" he calls out to his roommate and approaches in full gear minus the mask, which is cradled under his left arm while his shinai rests across his shoulder, held in place with his right hand, "we still have some time before dinner, and you know, we still haven't decided what we're having... but I know how we can decide."
And at the precise moment that final sentence had left his lips, his eyes light up and before the suggestion even leaves his mouth, the challenging smirk that graces his lips is more than enough indicator of what he is about to suggest.
Where: Chitoku Academy, Kendo Club Dojo
When: Tuesday, April 25, After School
What: Baku's Challenge, Round 1
The kendo club proceeds as normal today - much to Baku's chagrin. His private tutelage and extra time spent on the sport placed him at a noticeably higher caliber than his peers, and so he often thought of the incessant repetition of the basics needless and pedantic, despite knowing better. A solid foundation is the key for flawlessly executing advanced maneuvers. You're a san-dan, for crying out loud. Tough it out. And tough it out he did, his face a window into his spirit of determination, but the teen has only so much patience. After a series of drills that seemed to roll on forever, Baku finally found the chance he'd been looking for.
"Yo, Ryuta-san!" he calls out to his roommate and approaches in full gear minus the mask, which is cradled under his left arm while his shinai rests across his shoulder, held in place with his right hand, "we still have some time before dinner, and you know, we still haven't decided what we're having... but I know how we can decide."
And at the precise moment that final sentence had left his lips, his eyes light up and before the suggestion even leaves his mouth, the challenging smirk that graces his lips is more than enough indicator of what he is about to suggest.
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Ryuta waited patiently for just the right moment. He counted out each tap of their shinai as he looked for an opening. One. Two. Three. Ryuta saw something with the third one. But was it an opening or a fluke? Four. Five. Six. There is was again. On the sixth tap, he could see what he believed to be his chance. It was now or never. He had to catch Baku off guard before he switched to a more offensive approach. Seven. Eight. Now!
And in a flash, Ryuta charged at Baku before the ninth tap and swung his shinai toward the right side of Baku's helmet. Men-bu.
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He would definitely pay for his earlier embarrassment at the gym; Baku's thoughts traveled back to that day, unaware that his form had begun to slip slightly. He had taken Ryuta's intrusion playfully, or so he had thought, but it was still a small slight that had to be paid for here. Oh, he would definitely lose, there was no question about that.
Ha, I just hope Kisa has time to show up for the finale. And again, his thoughts wander away from the duel before him, having settled into his rhythmic tapping. She had complimented him on his commitment earlier, but she hadn't really seen him in action against an actual opponent. If his own senpai would have admiration for his skills, then maybe she wou-
THUMP! His thoughts are disrupted by a firm strike to the side of his mask.
You've got to be fucking kidding me. He got a point. The first point.
His rage wells up within him a moment - and he recognizes this. A derisive snort escapes his nostrils before he sighs and lets loose a dry chuckle. He shakes his head and brings his shinai to bear once more, taking a few steps back. The corner of his lip curls up in a determined sneer; the silence that follows as he waits for Ryuta to prepare himself is a foreboding thing.
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Despite his achievement, Ryuta was well aware of how things were going to end. Nonetheless, he was pleased with himself. While he may not win the match, it turned out to be a valuable learning experience. Baku learns to never underestimate his opponent, and I will learn how kabayaki tastes. This was a small victory, but a victory in his book regardless.
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Sho-men: a strike to the top of the mask; simple. You're clever, Ryuta, but I grew up with rigorous training. Your stance is firm. Practiced. Unnatural. Still, you deserve credit - I won't be able to do that again this match.
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At that moment, Ryuta's shinai moved all on it's own, away from it's original defensive position. Before Ryuta could even register what just occurred, he felt a sharp blow to his head. Instinctively, he quickly backed up a few steps away from whatever just hit him.
Before him, he saw Baku; he stood firmly in placed, seeming more agitated than before. Ryuta reconfirmed everything that happened a moment ago, seeing only one possibility: Baku gained a point. It wasn't something unexpected, but only after seeing his skills first hand did Ryuta know the extent of Baku's training. Well, he's serious now.
Breaking out of his confused daze, Ryuta took up a defensive stance once more. This time, he was ready in case Baku used that combination again.
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His stance may be rigid, but it is sound. If he will not give me an opening, I will create one.
Lackadaisical as he might be in his other subjects, it's common knowledge that advancement from one dan to the next also requires a firm understanding of kendo theory. In fact, kendo was one of the only subjects he could study without becoming bored; his studies did bear an immediately tangible result in his battles, after all. In his desire to create an opening, he remembers the concept of the katsugi-waza. Excellent.
With that, he lifts his shinai over his shoulder visibly as he takes a single step forward with his right foot. What in the world was he doing? From Ryuta's perspective, it might look like a good opening for an attack, but it was all a ploy. A momentary opening is created when the mind decides to stop defending and begins its attack - a moment that Baku is all too familiar with taking advantage of. Kendo was not for the faint of heart, and Baku was anything but. Almost as soon as he had lifted his shinai, he swiftly brings it back down in a thrusting motion for the throat protector of Ryuta's mask, his feet gliding across the floor with natural grace. It was a technique restricted to yodansha in practice and competition due to a chance of injury if performed incorrectly, but Baku's form in this strike is immaculate.
To say he held back would be incorrect, but the thrust did not have an overwhelming amount of force behind it. Baku didn't want to hurt Ryuta, after all, and not even the thrill of competition could remove the due caution he exercises.
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Ryuta backed up a step. His guard lowered for a brief moment, catching his breath. 2-1. A rather disgraceful performance on my part.
He took up a defensive stance once more, but with less conviction then before. It was inevitable. There was nothing else he could do. Going in for a desperate last attack would only shame him more. I must train harder from now on. I will become stronger. I MUST become stronger. These thoughts repeated in his head as he awaited the finishing blow.
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One might think that his comeback would instill Baku with a sense of pride. An individual like Ryuta, diligent in his studies and adept at maintaining physical fitness through a strict routine, would surely be a conquest worthy of celebration upon his defeat. But these preconceptions would prove shattered in the face of Baku's response. He dropped his guard. He's giving up. What the hell, Ryuta-san? And rather than triumph, the teen is overflowing with indignation.
"You know better than that, Ryuta! It's never over before the last strike!" The emotions flowing through him are clearly expressed in his shout; his anger was clearly directed at Ryuta's lack of spirit for the final round, "there's nothing worse you could do than give up!"
And then his attack began. This time, it seems that all of Baku's energy was placed into a quick spring attack towards his opponent. He thrusts his shinai out just to the left of Ryuta, under his opponent's blade, and uses raw agility to deliver a swift attack aimed at the migi-do, the side of the armor protecting the torso.