Cloakie's A/N: This is the first collaboration between two friends. We are both here to push each other along. I suggested a collab and turns out the only thing we have to write extensively about is Naruto. So we present you with a team 7 centric story!
Bloakie's A/N: I can't believe we wrote 5000 words in 3 days. Okay, just so people know, we DON'T hate Sakura. She will develop. There will be side pairings but there will be no pairings with the Team 7 members, though there may be 'moments' between certain characters because we're biased. Maybe. oh! and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Summary: Sasuke, oil heir to a massive fortune, Sakura, a pre-med student with ambition to spare, and Naruto, an all around goof, get put together for a project. When personalities clash, is it Fate pulling them together? No central pairing. AU-modern day Konoha.
Disclaimer: We don't own Naruto. We actually don't own much besides the mountains of school textbooks and homework. Though we don't actually own the rights to those either; The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka is not owned by us.
運命的な家族 Unmeiteki na Kazoku
Chapter 1
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and all was well in the world. Well, at least it seemed that way while Uzumaki Naruto lay sprawled on his bed, the covers half on his body and half on the floor. Not that the floor could be seen under the many articles of clothing unceremoniously tossed about. His roommates still debated if there was a floor at all to be discovered on Naruto's side of the room if the energetic blonde ever saw fit to actually clean up. It was cramped enough as is and particularly drove Kiba up the wall whenever Akamaru would come visit. The dog would always magically find one thing or another from Naruto's room to snack on. It was downright disgusting and caused Kiba's eye to twitch when the large, white dog paraded around the dorm room proudly like he had hunted a new beast from the deep depths of under Naruto's bed.
"Wake up!" Kiba launched a pillow across the room, hitting the head of blonde hair with expert precision.
"Five more minutes," Naruto mumbled as he rolled over and distastefully scratched his backside.
"Your class starts in ten," Chouji informed while popping his head into the room. "Can I borrow some shampoo?" He turned the question to Kiba. Nodding his assent, Kiba grabbed the bottle from the corner of his workout bag and tossed it to his big-boned friend.
"Ten?! Ten minutes?!" Naruto bolted from his bed, streaking into the bathroom with only boxers on. "Why didn't you wake me?" he scolded while hastily dressing in yesterday's clothes. It was the only clean outfit he had left. He reasoned it was okay to wear again because Sakura hadn't actually seen him in it. She would never know.
Seconds later, he burst out of the room and bowled through a yawning Shikamaru. "Out of my way! I'm late! Sakura is going to think I'm late all the time!"
"Does she notice?" Shikamaru asked with a quirked brow, stifling another yawn before dropping lazily on the couch. The 'you' was left unsaid but everyone in the room (aside from Naruto) smirked at the comment.
Naruto didn't deign the lazy boy with an answer and instead headed out the door with haste. He dodged around the lingering students and heard the bell ring just as he stepped into the building his class was located in. He took the stairs two steps at a time and finally collapsed into the classroom. The noise he made received some disapproving sounds and he grinned cheekily when he noticed most of the class was staring at him. He aimed a particularly cheerful wave to the pink-haired girl sitting in the second row.
He would claim to his friends later that that was the reason he didn't dodge the chalk aimed at his person and not the fact that he hadn't been practicing his taijutsu quite as much as their coach wanted him to.
"Ow!" Naruto exclaimed when the white chalk hit his head and turned a glare to the teacher which dissolved into a sheepish grin. He edged toward his seat while trying to wave the glaring teacher back into teaching. The teacher addressed the class again with a pleasant smile when Naruto finally sat down.
"So, before I was interrupted, your first assignment is to write an essay on The Metamorphosis. The details are on this sheet that you can get from me after class. Coming up is also the group project for the term. We'll be drawing names at the end of the class, so no sneaking out early," he said cheerfully as the students groaned. Naruto could feel the glares of surrounding students but ignored them; he knew it wasn't his fault no matter how it seemed that way, with the teacher announcing all the assignments after he made a commotion.
He started doodling on his notebook when the teacher started teaching the class. Though really, Naruto didn't consider it teaching because all the teacher talked about was what happened in the book they were currently reading, aside from the short stories. He really only came to this class so he could see Sakura.
Oh, she really was a sight to behold. Naruto could already feel his heart flutter just from the way she swept her pink hair behind her ear to get it out of her face. Even the way she slid her pencil across the page was magnificent. He could care less about what was on the paper. That didn't matter, just like the way the teacher's voice didn't matter.
Looking up from his doodle, Naruto licked his lips and leaned over his desk. She was only a few rows in front of him, but still close enough for his cerulean eyes to wander down appreciatively. He was only lucky neither Kiba nor any of the others boys were in the class with him. They'd notice his odd activities, smack him, and then tell him to get over his perverse fantasies. They weren't perverse, just very imaginative, or at least that was what Naruto would tell them.
Anyone watching could see the glint in his eyes as he leaned further forward on his chair, tipping it onto the front two feet. He could only see her tanned pant-legs from in between the other chairs and people, but it was all worth it. Actually, upon further inspection, Naruto couldn't tell if it were her pants or her book-bag. So he pressed forward, testing the limit of his chair.
It was then that the door opened with a creak and Sakura seemed to jolt in her seat. Her hair danced as she whipped her head to land emerald eyes on none other than Uchiha Sasuke. She smiled shyly and darted her eyes to the seat beside her. It wasn't empty, but it wasn't occupied either. The jacket and bag she had left to sit idly were hurriedly removed before she turned back to Sasuke and offered an awkward smile.
However, before Sasuke could even step over the threshold, there was a monstrous crash and everyone looked back. Their eyes narrowed into glares as they realized who was responsible for the commotion. Sasuke took the moment to stealthily sneak in, stealing a seat in one of the middle rows and actively avoiding everyone's attention. Naruto pulled himself up, scraping the chair across the floor and earning more looks of contempt.
"Mr. Uzumaki, must you always be so disruptive?" the teacher jeered.
"Ah, sorry." He chuckled lightly and scratched the back of his head. Once the teacher turned his attention back to the lesson, Naruto dropped his head on the desk. "Sasuke shows up late and nobody cares, but I'm a few seconds late and they're ready to crucify me," he grumbled, earning more dirty looks. He quickly sealed his mouth into a thin line and went back to drawing hearts around his name and Sakura's name.
Every once in a while he would glance up to look at Sakura, only to find that she was now sneaking looks at Sasuke instead of jotting down notes from the lecture. Seeing his beloved doing that, Naruto then turned a glare in Sasuke's direction, but nothing either of the enthusiastic bright-haired students did phased Sasuke.
Finally, the teacher ended the lesson by asking someone to pass the assignment sheet around. He then produced a top hat from under the desk and announced, "As there are exactly thirty students in this class, and I don't want to mark all that many projects, you will all be divided into teams of three. It will be completely random and after your groups are made, make sure to get to know one another better. It will definitely help on this assignment."
He reached into the hat and grabbed the first name out. The teacher called out the names as he picked them, calling out team numbers too, but Naruto zoned out, waiting for his name to be called.
He perked up when Sakura's name was called and stared earnestly at the teacher, praying that his name was called next.
"Naruto," the teacher called out and Naruto whooped, smiling from ear to ear. Sakura groaned and let her head fall onto the table.
Their teacher ignored both of them and called out the next name. "Sasuke." Sakura's head snapped up and she cheered as the teacher announced the three of them as 'Team 7'. This time it was Naruto who groaned.
Sasuke sat there stoically the whole time their names were called out and didn't even flinch when Naruto suddenly appeared in front of him, leaning down to meet him eye to eye. The blonde's normally bright, blue eyes flickered with absolute scorn as they narrowed.
"You better not get in between me and Sakura's love, teme," Naruto growled as threateningly as a usually cheerful blonde kid could. "Our love is pure and strong and--"
Sasuke hadn't moved from his spot, wanting to stare the other boy down. His features held nothing more than the scowl he was accustomed to, and it was directed at anyone who dared to catch his eyes. It only helped him to glare menacingly at the face before him this time, but then there was a shuffle and a squeak of a shoe on the floor, leaving Sasuke to watch in horrified silence as Naruto was cut off when his lips met his own. In the background, he could hear someone, Sakura?, shouting Naruto's name. It echoed in his mind as he stared into the blue eyes of his rival. They sprang apart immediately, but Sasuke would forever remember it as the longest and most traumatizing second he lived. They proceeded to shout insults at each other while furiously wiping their lips of the others' spit.
In this event which soon came to be known as The First SasuNaru Moment by the many fangirls, many girls screamed while some fainted. The boys laughed and the perpetrator, the one that knocked Naruto off-balance and into Sasuke, sneaked out from the din.
While a few of the girls fainted, Sakura felt her legs wobble beneath her. Her lips quivered at the mortifying image now ingrained in her mind forever and ever. Nonetheless, she found a way to steel herself as she stomped up to Naruto and jabbed him unsympathetically in the shoulder.
"You just kissed Sasuke before I did," she accused. Her bright eyes were lit with a new fire while she sent the blonde a look that was nothing short of deathly.
"It's not like I wanted to kiss that jerk," he countered, but instantly regretted the harsh tone in which he addressed her. "He thinks he's so great... and stuff," Naruto mumbled as he averted his gaze. It hurt too much to see her look at him so angrily.
"He thinks he's so great?" she hissed quietly so only Naruto could hear. "I think you're the one trying too hard."
At her words, Naruto's jaw dropped and he watched in awe as Sakura traipsed over to Sasuke. Another awkward smile was offered to the brunette, eliciting a look of disgust as he slung his book-bag over his shoulder before he brushed past her. There was only one thing that needed to be done before he allowed himself to go to his next class, and that was to rinse his mouth out about a dozen times. He knew better, but there was nagging feeling that he'd catch whatever made Naruto such a goof.
"Hey!" Sakura called, torn between staying in class for the last five minutes and following after the most perfect man to have ever been graced on this Earth. "Sasuke... Wait, lets meet at the cafe off on south side of campus around five tomorrow! We're supposed to get to know each other better anyway."
Sasuke glanced over at the teacher and received a stern look in return. He turned back to Sakura and nodded a curt assent before stepping out of the room.
Sakura had a moment to smile dreamily before Naruto bounded up next to her, smiling like a fool.
"So we're meeting at five tomorrow?" he asked, his good cheer restored. "Great! Would you like to grab a bite to eat with me now?"
She scowled at him and hit him again. "Who says you're invited?"
Naruto was baffled at her answer and looked the part too. "But we're in the same group, and we're supposed to make our relationship good. Or something."
"Yea, well." Sakura whipped around, planting her feet firmly so he'd get the message. She wasn't going to budge. "We already know how you feel about me," she replied haughtily, "our relationship is about as good as I want it."
As good as you want it? Naruto wondered inwardly. "But we don't even talk..." he commented under his breath as she scurried after the Uchiha. Dejected, Naruto sighed and grabbed his books. He flipped the pages shut to cover the many hearts circled around his and her names. He'd colour them later and make them all pretty. Pink like her gorgeous hair. "At least we're in the same group for the whole term." His frown easily turned into a grin as he licked his lips once more at the prospect of more time with Sakura.
"Oh, ew!" He exclaimed once he realized where he lips had touched last. "Damn. Must. Wash. Off. Filth," he said in between frantic wipes of his mouth. Then faster than Sasuke had escaped, Naruto broke into a sprint down the halls and to the closest bathroom.
--
There was no way anyone could miss the glimmer of anticipation in his eyes, even the way in which the corner of his mouth glistened with barely contained saliva. With the bowl of steaming hot ramen in front of him, Naruto was the epitome of a child given a treat. It was something like handing a toddler the world's largest, sweetest, and most delectable looking lollipop.
Leaning forward, he took in the delicious whiff of rich flavour, or about as rich as you could get from instant ramen. All the same, he loved it liked no other scent. "Yes, lunchtime," he proclaimed with enthusiasm as he snapped apart the wooden chopsticks. But just as the two sticks were positioned strategically in his hand, he heard a hoot, followed by his name and looked up to see his roommates weaving their way through the crowds of the cafeteria.
"Oh man, I'm famished," Kiba explained as he dropped down and stole the chopsticks from Naruto.
"Yea, me too," Chouji added with a smile while he slid the styrofoam bowl across the small, round table.
"Hey!" Naruto stood up, kicking the chair out from behind him while he pointed an accusatory finger. "Get your own damn lunch!"
"Troublesome," Shikamaru uttered. He pulled over a chair from another table and dropped down. With his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slouched, his lips slowly curled into a smile. "You can't be all that hungry."
"What's that suppose to mean?! Of course I'm hungry!" Naruto reached across the table and latched onto the chopsticks, causing a tug-of-war between himself and Kiba.
"Yea, but..." Kiba grunted, still yanking vigourously against his blonde friend. "Word around campus is you locked lips with Mr. Hotshot-Uchiha," he snickered alongside his wide grin. "Didn't that feed you enough?" Kiba chuckled loudly when Naruto gasped, but then the blonde released the chopsticks, sending the brunette propelling backwards into a random student.
Chouji, who had taken out his travel set of chopsticks and begun eating Naruto's ramen, nodded in agreement. "From my understanding," he started after slurping up a few noodles, "a lot of girls would have killed to kiss Uchiha Sasuke." The last two words were laced with a mixture of disdain and, perhaps jealousy?
"Yea, and they'll be killing Naruto now," Shikamaru stated and Naruto wanted to smack that smirk of the boy's face.
Naruto whipped his head around when Kiba started talking. "Did you know there's a SasuNaru fanclub now? It's a real club approved by the school." Kiba grinned largely to his friends and Naruto's jaw dropped.
"They can't do that! And what does SasuNaru mean anyway? That's a lame name! What's Sakura going to think!" He wailed loudly, attracting looks from surrounding students. Kiba laughed at his misery and stole the chopsticks from Naruto's limp hands, taking large bites of what Chouji hadn't gotten to yet from the styrofoam bowl Chouji was holding tightly onto.
Shikamaru just sighed at his friends' stupid antics and left the table to buy his own food. He would usually throw money at someone else to buy it for him, but seeing his friends fight over the same bowl of ramen gave him a headache so he left them there to scuffle by themselves.
Naruto shoved the two bigger boys away from his ramen and hugged it close to his chest, not noticing that Shikamaru was now gone. "That's a good ramen. Don't let those stupid jerks eat you. You're all mine," Naruto said, in what Kiba would describe as a disturbingly creepy way, and caressed the outer styrofoam of the bowl.
"Come on, we were eating that!" Chouji whined, his mouth still salivating from the tasty noodles that were just in his mouth. Naruto shook his head firmly and tipped the rest of the soup and noodles into his awaiting mouth while the other two boys watched in dismay as their free meal went into Naruto's empty stomach. Naruto let out a loud burp in satisfaction and Kiba threw a single chopstick aimed at Naruto's head while Chouji stared despairingly at the now-empty cup.
After dodging Kiba's well-aimed projectile (which hit a random passing student), Naruto patted his stomach and laid eyes on his friends. His eyes narrowed mischievously and the other two glanced at each other. That was the look of Naruto plotting, and Naruto plotting was never a good thing. Every time he had a plan and wanted to do something, the situation just ended in disaster.
Kiba remembered the time Naruto had the brilliant idea of sending Akamaru down a large and steep hill in a shopping cart. He never cared to know what went through Naruto's mind at that idea, but he wound up chasing the cart with the then-small Akamaru whilst tears (manly tears, he would tell anyone who asked, though Naruto would be quick to tell them he cried like a girl) streamed down either of his cheeks. The most frightening part of all was how the little dog had yipped in delight as the wind rushed past him and his tongue hung out happily. Up until then, Kiba had likely never seen the furry tail wag so hard or so fast. Naruto seemed to think the whole thing was a riot, too.
He never discovered where the blonde found the Basket on Wheels From Hell in the first place, but it certainly didn't go back--he had it sent to a junkyard and watched with great satisfaction as it was pounded and ripped to shreds.
Raising both his eyebrows inquisitively, Kiba pointed a finger at his friend. "What are you scheming now?" He could already feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end at the possibility of more trouble ahead. Then for a second, he tilted his head one way, much like a confused dog would. "Does this involve either me or Akamaru?"
Naruto leaned into the table and laced his fingers together deceptively. His grin morphed suspiciously while his eyes grew alight with a sly expression. His head shook to indicate a 'no.'
"Sasuke?" Kiba asked with a similar look overcoming his features. "I smell a prank and I want in."
The blonde nodded his reply while motioning for Kiba to draw closer. The brunette did and there were whispers, snickers, and chuckles between the two. It was then that Shikamaru returned with his tray of food. The spiky-haired boy reclaimed his seat beside Chouji and was about ready to dig into his lunch when he finally noticed the blatantly apparent scheming.
"That's really immature," he added, "but I'd pay to see that nonetheless."
--
Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, running beside the strands of black hair soaked against his skin. Sasuke swung his leg out, smashing it into the punching bag. Dust floated off the old material as it flew backwards before swinging back to receive another resounding kick. A grunt escaped his lips at the abrupt sting shooting through his limb. The bruise he'd receive from an earlier spar was beginning to form a purple blotch on his shin and even though it hurt, there was nothing that betrayed the pain. Sasuke was too strong to let anybody think a little sting could get to him. Besides, it wasn't really even a sting. It was more of a dull ache, nothing he couldn't handle. The battered punching bag was no match for him.
"Take a break," the coach instructed. The man stood against the door frame, half his face hidden beneath a sheet of fabric while his silver hair stood up for all the world to see. "At this rate the punching bag won't be much of a punching bag anymore."
"I don't need a break," Sasuke retorted, grunting again as the bag was sent flying once more.
"Suit yourself, but the janitors are going to flip the lights off soon," Kakashi replied. With half-lidded eyes, he shrugged and stood properly to exit the training room.
Outside the room, he nodded to two girls as he bypassed them. With a smile, he went off on his marry way, leaving the girls to wonder why he was there so late.
"Come on!" Tenten grasped onto her friend's wrist and dragged her down the hall.
"W-wait Tenten," Hinata stumbled after the brunette, attempting to swing her bag more securely over her shoulder. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Well," the girl started while she dragged Hinata to the door. "If Kakashi's still here then it means someone from division one is still training," she reasoned.
"S-so?" Hinata asked timidly. When she was finally let go, the indigo-haired girl adjusted her bag and straightened out her clothing. In the back of her head she knew who Tenten was looking for, but still felt compelled to ask. Perhaps by some stroke of luck she'd get a different answer.
Of all the members training at the dojo, the division one members received all the attention. Her cousin was included in that exclusive group, just like a certain Uchiha. Sure, they were good and had won several tournaments, but Hinata could care less. She had her sights set on someone else, someone from the lower division. In her eyes, the lower division wasn't any worse than the higher division and it put a strain on her shoulders whenever someone would badmouth them.
They tread towards the room Kakashi left out of and were both disappointed when it wasn't the person they wanted to see.
Sasuke glanced up from pummelling the punching bag when he heard noise by the door, thinking Kakashi was back to give him another remark. His attention was then immediately returned to the dying leather bag. He mercilessly let go an onslaught of attacks as Tenten watched with a disappointed frown.
"Where's your cousin?" she asked, looking away from Sasuke like she could care less about him.
"I d-don't know," Hinata replied quietly. She peeked around her friend and dared to inch her head into the room. Darn, no Naruto in sight.
Then, like he had read their thoughts, Sasuke stopped his attacks and turned to the girls just as he caught the bag, holding it still so he could address them. "They're not here," he informed. The cap to a water bottle was unclasped before he took a deep swig. "Neji's not here. He left hours ago." Sasuke then turned his dark eyes over to the Hyuuga and smirked. "And Naruto wouldn't train on this side of the dojo," he answered her unasked question arrogantly.
"I w-wasn't..." Hinata attempted to defend herself, but fell flat because he was right. Indeed, she was looking for the energetic blonde. Perhaps it was just some ill-conceived hope she clung onto when she hoped to see Naruto training among the elite dojo members. Defeated, she dropped her gaze downward, letting her curtain of hair hide the pink tint upon her cheeks.
"Yea, sure you weren't," he replied sarcastically as he finally picked up his own bag and made his way out of the room. When he stepped onto the threshold of the door where the two girls stood, his hand came up to ruffle Hinata's indigo hair. "Try the boys' locker room," he then further added before walking off to shower and change.
There was a squeak from the girl as her face flamed a scarlet red at his touch and the thought of searching for Naruto in the locker room. Tenten merely watched the exchange with curiosity.
"How come he's nice to you?" The brunette asked while a hand rubbed Hinata's back to calm her embarrassment. "Come to think of it, how come Neji's not nice to me?"
"S-Sasuke, uh, family friends" was all Hinata managed while nudging her friend towards the exit. It was a given that two prominent families would have ties to each other. However, it was just rare to see the younger generation interact much at all. Sasuke was reserved to say the least and Hinata was, well, she was Hinata. "A-and Neji... He's nice to me," she noted, looking back at Tenten quizzically. "He's not nice to you?"
Tenten sighed and rolled her eyes while imitating Sasuke and patting Hinata's head. "Hinata, guys are only ever nice to you. Us lowly ones would kill to get the attention you do." Hinata turned a darker red at her words but disagreed silently. Naruto never paid her any attention, his mind only focused on Sakura, ramen, and defeating Sasuke. "Come on, if I don't meet my boy tonight, at least you should."
"Wh-what? No, that's..." Hinata fell silent as Tenten pulled her down the hall to the boys' locker room. Tenten wanted to drag her all the way inside but Hinata insisted they stay outside to wait, not knowing what she'd do if she caught Naruto naked. She really had nothing to say to him anyway.
They talked quietly as they waited for the boys to come out until they heard shouting from within the locker room. Hinata recognized the voice immediately as Naruto's and let Tenten tug her into the room.
The first thing she saw going into the room was Naruto's state of undress. She blushed furiously at Naruto's bare chest, and the glistening sweat off the lean muscles of his waving arms soon got her attention. She felt like a pervert just watching Naruto's movements and while easily lost in her thoughts, missed everything that was said. It wasn't until the other boys around Naruto started moving that Hinata zoned back in. They took the girls' presence in stride and continued changing while Naruto glared at the smirking Uchiha.
"Why does Naruto even bother?" Tenten asked Hinata quietly so that no one else heard. "It's not like Sasuke will ever consent to sparring with him. And even if he does, it's not like Sasuke's not going to wipe the floor with him either." A strangled noise came out of Hinata's throat and Tenten looked at her weirdly. Hinata had half a mind to protest but the disconcerting sound she made had her too embarrassed to say anything else.
"Give it up, Naruto," Kiba said, jeering at Sasuke and packing his bags at the same time. "The guy has a stick lodged so far up his ass it will give you an advantage--girls will call foul play."
Tenten snickered at the jeer but Naruto ignored it completely. "Teme, fight me for Sakura's love!"
Sasuke rolled his eyes and went back to stuffing his towel back into his expensive bag. "Hn."
"Don't 'hn' me!" Naruto shouted. He defiantly pushed his chest out in an act of intimidation, though Sasuke remained unperturbed by his words. "I'm serious! Fight me, teme!"
The Uchiha didn't pay the blonde much more attention as he pulled on his jacket and zipped up his bag. The strap of the expensive bag was thrown over his head to rest on one shoulder while it hung diagonally across his body. With his hands firmly inside his pockets, he brushed past the goof and made his way to the exit where the girls were still watching.
"Hey! Don't run away while I'm talking to you!" Naruto exclaimed. He grabbed onto Sasuke's shoulder and pulled the dark-haired boy around. "Dammit! Fight me for Sakura's love!" He proclaimed again, "I won't lose to you!"
Sasuke rolled his shoulder to get the hand off before he raised his dark, enigmatic gaze to meet cerulean eyes. "I only spar within my own league," he answered derisively, "get to division one first before asking me to spar." Pivoting one his feet, he continued on his path towards the exit. "Oh, and you can have Sakura. It's not like she's anything special," he added one last jab, causing Naruto's face to redden with fury.
At the door, Sasuke met the two girls. They backed away so he could pass. Hinata seemed to shrink when their eyes met for the briefest moment, though it wasn't like she hadn't already started to tremble when Naruto went on to declare his love for Sakura. However, no words were spoken between them before Sasuke stalked down the hall and towards the exit.
"I don't know what you see in Naruto or what everyone sees in Sasuke," Tenten commented offhandedly.
Hinata had wanted to protest, but decided it would be a failed endeavour. Naruto had already made it clear who he held in his eyes and it wasn't her. "L-let's go." She tugged on her friend's sleeve and started down the hall first.
Back in the room, Kiba slung an arm around Naruto's bare shoulders. "Looks like he won that one," he added with a teasing cluck of his tongue. "So we're up for the sabotage tomorrow?"
Naruto nodded and turned around to collect his items. "I don't care if he's division one. I am going to beat him and become the best fighter this dojo has ever seen!"