A Day I Won't Forget

by Average Amateur Author

Club presidency is a lot of power to handle, but also hard to keep. Especially if you're a club president in Honnouji Academy. One of two club presidents of the Construction Club, Minoru Nishimura, has such power of a two-star uniform, but one day fears if he'll get replaced, soon or later. That day happens to be the same day a certain transfer student's accepted into the academy.

It was just another day for the club president. Minoru Nishimura was called up by a challenger in the academy, who spouted stuff about vengeance for his friend or something. Minoru was told where to go and where to fight and did it without any hesitation, since it was just going to end up being another victim of the academy. Minoru wasn't so sure what the guy's problem was, but if he needed to, he'd fight to protect the academy and his dignity, but mostly the honor of wielding a two-star uniform. Casually walking around the academy with the wind blowing against his single-cell goggles, he wondered where the challenger was, waiting for the guy to pop up at any minute. Sometime. Anytime. Really soon, he hoped. He then looked over to the side to see the guy he'd be fighting.

The guy held a heavy, wooden plank over his right shoulder and a nail gun in his left hand, wired to a backpack-sized tank strapped to his back. He held an expression of rage in his face, and pointed his nail gun to Minoru. "Alright, scum, prepare to perish for your act of belligerence!" shouted the boy. "Easy on the words. This is a fight, not a science class." responded the club president. "I, Hitoshi Hajime shall cut you down for the fall of Michi, now make a move!" the challenger yelled, still pointing with the nail gun in his left hand and slamming the slim six-foot long wooden board down on the ground with his right hand. Minoru was slightly confused about what the challenger had said.

"'What?" Minoru asked. Hitoshi lowered the nail gun slightly. "The guy you smacked all the way to the emergency room. The guy whose facial imprints rest on your weapons! The warrior you've fought! HIM!" "I fight a lot of guys. Don't care who or where. Whoever he was, I'm sure he didn't last long to be remembered." Hitoshi glared, and aimed his nail gun straight for the club Minoru's head. The club president had then pulled out his weapon, a straightened yellow paint roller now made to be held like a bat, bladed at one side starting at one end not attached to the roller. He gave a look signaling the challenger to start attacking. Hitoshi quickly fired nails at Minoru, who blocked the nails with the bladed side of his weapon and started charging straight for his opponent. "Say 'hi' to your bud when ya see him in the E.R.!" Both started running at each other and started to strike, Minoru with his sword and Hitoshi with his heavy board.