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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.

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A successful attack. Ryuta knew now the opening was no fluke. It was made possible due to Baku's lack of concentration. After a quick back-step away, Ryuta then braced himself for Baku's inevitable retaliation.

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.

Edited 2013-10-02 00:18 (UTC)

As soon as Ryuta was braced, Baku set himself into a more aggressive stance. Offense was his best defense, but he hadn't expected Ryuta to even be capable of scoring a point against him. He steps forward boldly and delivers a quick but powerful swing from below with his shinai - towards Ryuta's own. Such is the strength with which Baku performs the maneuver that he knows he has the perfect opportunity to follow up; Baku knew that even he himself couldn't recover in time. After Ryuta's shinai is far enough off-target, another determined downwards motion comprises the actual attack portion of his maneuver.

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.

Edited 2013-10-02 23:39 (UTC)

Ryuta stood in place, observing Baku as he awaited his move. Different scenarios passed his thoughts, guessing his opponents next action. As long as I have my guard up, he can't-

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.

Baku remained firmly in place, mentally confirming his successful attack. 1-1. Continuation of awareness. Readiness to strike again. Focus. The thrill of the competition was finally flowing through him; he felt his movements slip into a flowing rhythm of speed and strength. He stares levelly at Ryuta for a long while, as if confirming the mental readiness of his opponent. His stance remains aggressive, yet for a moment, he does not move. Within the blink of an eye, multiple scenarios flash through his mind before he reverts to a simple observation.

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.

The strike was too fast for Ryuta to counter. It hit his throat with all the intended force behind it. Although he knew he was going to lose this battle from the beginning, Ryuta couldn't help but scowl at his incompetence. If he wasn't wearing his mask right now, he was certain the look on his face would draw unwanted attention. It would seem all too menacing for someone like him.

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.

Another successful strike. As before, Baku refuses to let his run of success get to his head, and he jolts back a few steps in preparation for his next maneuver.

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.