Nothing to Lose
By RichieD.
(A/N: Hey fanfic people. Once again starting another story, which just poped into my head while playing my Playstation and trying to kill time until a brainstorm for my comic arrives. This story takes place in the universe of post Street Fighter 3, as well as some of King of Fighters, games and features some of my own characters too. And speaking of owning, Street Fighter (original, Alpha, III, EX and so on.) is Capcom's own pride and joy, not mine (sob: (). And King of Fighters is a product of SNK (PLEASE COME BACK!). Now that that's out of the way, on with the story! Side Note: If I offend Japanese culture in any way. It not intentional, so sorry about that.)
Ah, the land of the raising sun. Interesting cultures, unique gadgets and ideas, and all the manga you could subject your eyes too. Yeah Japan is pretty cool…. though still just as dull as my American life. "Hey excuse me!"
A young girl dressed in a sailor style uniform, tried to make her way through the much too crowded hall of students. Weaving in and out of a lot of suits and dresses all the while trying to hold onto her books and belongings in her carry only suitcase "What I wouldn't give for a backpack." she muttered as she continued to trudge along the wave of teenagers. Having to try to get to class in five minutes didn't help matters either. "And I thought the schools back home were bad. This one makes mine look like a cattle pen." Eventually she reached her classroom and, with a sigh, settled down to her seat next to a window. "How did I ever get talked into this?" She thought to herself, looking outside as the teacher begin the lesson, going back to the day it all started.
"Exchange student?!" the girl asked in bewilderment "You mean shipping me off to another country to swap for some foreign kid?". Ms. Jennings, the school counselor, just smiled and nodded "Of course you should feel very honored, Ms. Cakeka. You're the only kid in the whole school whose been nominated for this program. It's a once in a lifetime deal, aren't you excited?" The girl just closed her eyes and waved her left hand in the air "If by that you mean "no thanks" then yeah. Pack my bags am all ready to go." She said sarcastically "Am sorry Ms. Jennings, world hopping just isn't a thing am interested in. What with the different languages and airplane rides ("I hate heights" the back of her mind mentioned), Plus it sounds…tiring. Am just fine here, thank you." Ms Jennings smiled understanding, nodding as the girl gave her reasons though her mind was thinking something else. "Shoot! She not buying it and thats something the principal not going to want to hear! I just can't understand how one girl can put a damper on the school's record? Sure this school has had some troublemakers and pranksters here then I like to remember. But her…" Ms. Jennings shuddered at the thought of the permanent record of the girl and most of the * ahem * incidents that involved her and two other kids (A/N: Rich and E.G., you can find them in my other story, Anime Shuffle) at points of mayhem. Be it out-of-control and chaotic food fights, botched attempts at avoiding tardies which resulted in property damage (don't ask), a few scams that worked and some that didn't, and worst of all, burly brawls with some of their rivals that left a few students wounded. One person, supposedly the attacker, almost beyond the point of recognition. The other two kids weren't capable of such things since one had records of barely throwing a punch and the other wasn't really a fighter to begin with. But this girl was another story, she could throw a seven-hit combo before you could say "tomboy" and even then you wouldn't have time to open your mouth before a bunch of your teeth were knocked loose.
A few teacher, student, and parent complaints later and the principal had had it. They had to stop this problem right now before the whole school was on the verge of being leveled. But they couldn't expel the girl; despite her rough nature she was really doing well in grades. Something that wouldn't sit well with the school council not to mention their reputation and putting her on suspension would only delay the trouble not prevent it. So how best to deal with her? That answer came from a brochure received from the PTA (some of those people who just happen to be parents of the girl's rivals/victims). "BORED WITH SEEING THE SAME SITES AND SOUNDS OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS. WANT A NEW EXPERIENCE? THEN JOIN IUC (International United Countries)'s STUDENT EXCHANGE PROGRAM! SEE THE WORLD, LEARN A DIFFERENT CULTURE AND COME BACK HOME WISER THEN YOU WERE BEFORE! JOIN TODAY!" read the slip of paper. The words flowed through the principal's eyes as his mind let it sink in. Afterward thanking the higher power for his divine intervention. The only thing now was leading this girl to go along with it. That task he appointed to Ms. Jennings, seeing how the doctors told him he had high enough stress count on his body already. Which leads us back to the counselor's current train of thought.
"I can't let her say no to this or its back to the unemployment office for me. No worse, back to cigarettes and the bottle! NO! Am not going through that and cold turkey again! I have to find a way to convince her but what? What country will keep her interests? Ireland? Naw, too much greenery and that kilt issue won't sit well with her. Australia? Scratch that I don't want the guilt of bringing harm to their wildlife hanging over my head, namely the crocs and kangaroos. Mexico? Ms. Jennings suddenly got an image of the girl leading a truck full of refugees over the state line with over a dozen officers and troopers on her tale. The woman quickly shook her head. "As surreal as that may seem, I don't want to risk it."
"Uh Ms. Jennings? Are you alright? You don't look so good." The girl's voice jarred the counselor's out of thoughts. Quickly putting on a sunny demeanor as she faced the girl "Oh am fine. Just some of the leftover food I brought from home catching up to. Heh, really spicy stuff I made." She pounded her chest to make a point, oddly enough forcing an audible "Burp" from her mouth. Bits of red begin to show on Ms. Jennings face. "E-Excuse me" she said smiling weakly. "Um…you're excused" the girl replied back deadpan then got to her feet. "Well thank you for the offer and actually thinking of me for it. But I rather stay in familiar territory." With that she started for the door, Ms Jennings mind going into panic mode. Trying to think anything that would bring the girl around. "C'mon! Think! Think! Future of my social life is on the line. What is it that these kids are into nowadays and what country can relate?! Sports? Movies? Technolo...!"
The red lights in her head turned to green with the usual "ding".
"Are you sure you don't want to except? I heard that…whats that country? Ja…pan has some nice…" What were those things kids were playing all the time. It was on the tip of her tongue "…electronic games coming out real soon."
The girl stopped her opening of the exit from the room as soon as games hit her ears and recognition came to mind. "You mean video games?" she said her head turning slightly, a hint of interest in her voice. The consoler grinned a little "Hook…" "Why yes, contrary to what you kids think of me. Am a gamer myself and I've always wanted to see how they played down there before they're brought over here" It was obviously a white lie, Ms. Jennings could barely play a game of Pac-Man and not understand what was going on. But she was desperate and willing to go on anything, speaking of which something else came to mind. "Plus those release dates are kinda of a drag, don't ya think? What with the censorship and the translation, ugh it enough to make a person wanna puke."
While the last remark didn't really click with her, the girl now showed her attention by facing Ms. Jennings. "Yeah, I know what you mean. We sometimes do tend to get the raw deal of the stuff thanks to those red x's (censors)" Saying the last word like it was a virus "It not like we haven't seen gore before. I mean we go to the movies, were old enough to tell right and wrong (well for a few people more or less) sheesh."
"…Line…" Looks like those conversations with those obsessed game freaks weren't a waste of time after all, now to really go the distance. "And think of all the stuff not released down here. Whoo, they must really be something good if they won't allow it in the U.S. Think of the rarity payoff game shops would go for if they get a real live export. Heh, I can only guess how much they would pay for something like that."
The girl put a finger to her chin "Well most around here aren't big spenders for those things, I should know those cheapskates tried to give me $5 for a Playstation (A/N: True story BTW). But you've got a point; I'd probably get a good $200 for each export I bring back. Still, I don't know about this. Video games may be a favorite of mine but I can still get by with what I got here."
"A valid point. A well made valid point. She doesn't make those grades on flukes that's for sure." Jennings thought with a bit of respect. Through out the talk however the consoler thought back to the girl's profile and her best subjects. And since Japan was the target, the woman had the perfect counter. " True, but am sure you'll be to busy with all the little gizmos down there to really be bored. Most of the kids I talk to seem to be from your tech class and, despite some vulgarity on their part, really envy some of your class projects. I've seen a few myself and they're pretty interesting, maybe ahead of today's stuff. And since most of the advanced goodies come from Japan, well the sky the limit."
Silence filled the room for a few minutes after the last few words were said. The girl's expression were unreadable, her eyes blinking every two seconds to show she was still breathing. Ms. Jennings patiently waited for her answer, correction, struggling to wait without showing her eagerness. That last statement was her trump card after all and anything past today would rest on this moment. Minutes seemed to roll by a bit too long for her liking and thats when Jennings started praying to whatever higher power was listening. Throwing in a mental "Please/please/please/please/please/please!" for good measure.
More waiting
And waiting
And w- (yawn) waiting
* SNORE *
(Stick pokes at RichieD.) GAH! AM AWAKE, TAKE THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN! (Looks around) Uh…I mean back to the story.
Finally what seemed like a eternity (actually five minutes) The girl give her answer and took her leave before a bell rung signaling the end of the school day. Ms Jennings slumped back in her seat running a hand in her hair, recovering little by little from the shock of the wait. She reached in her desk and brought out a tape recorder pressing the button with the red circle "Memo to self" she spoke into it "Remind the principal…" she let out a sigh "…that our little nominttee will be overseas for the rest of the semester." She then out came wonderus giggles as she put the recorder down, spinning around in her swivel chair just for the heck of it.
"Sinker, sinker, SNIKER!"
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The next few days after that were a blur to the girl. The bits she could remember involving her parents instantly agreeing to go along with the program and sighing the paperwork. Almost emptying out their bank accounts getting supplies and clothes for the trip. It was kinda overwhelming, as if they wanted her gone for a while. But that thought was put away under the rush of getting ready.
Next was the promos for future brochures as well as give the exchange parents an idea what child they were getting. Taking pictures with the school, the neighborhood, and for the program itself not to mention her passport. Her jaw would be aching for days from smiling so much; did the cameraman really need all those angles? Thankfully, on the last day before she left, the girl had a spare moment to visit her friends for the last time in the next few months. Rich wished her luck and told her to be careful…not to hurt the j-boys down there too much. Rolly, his dog repeated his owner words putting emphasis on "not to hurt" and gave her a kiss (if you call tongue licking a kiss. Blech!). Lastly, E.G, ever the amateur scientist, give her a present. A thin necklace that supposedly will to translate foreign languages and back again without the trouble having to learn it yourself, dubbing it the "Trans-lace", and preceded to explain how it worked. Something about converting air molecules and rearranging the brain cells. She kinda blocked out that part since it was turning into rambling. The part she did catch was the sci-girl (a little nickname the group give her) asking to bring her back as much Japan "toys" she could. A request the girl whole-heartingly agreed to, solidifying it with a group hug.
The day of the "crossing" came with a rough awaking out of her bed at 5 in the morning and a quick ride to catch the airplane. Not a bad plan if her parents weren't an hour early. So as not to waste the free time, her parents give a quick run through of what to do and not to do during her stay. The usual, listen to your exchange parents, if it taste funny don't eat or drink it, be respectful to the culture. That kind of stuff though she was barely awake through the lecture, soon the plane boarded and after a quick hug, kisses and "I love you's". She was on her way to Japan, falling asleep instantly once seated. Its a wonder she didn't feel the plane take off.
Or land for that matter. The stewardess was just as surprised as the girl when she came to wake her. "Shortest trip of my life" the girl commented as she wearyingly made her out. What surprised her even more is that she found her "parents" pretty quick without too much trouble. Mainly it was because they had giant Pikachu sign with her name written in the foreign language (she would later find out the rest said "I choose you".: P ).
She introduced herself along with the customary bow and they, an middle age couple along with a little brother, in return introduced themselves as the Yu family. From there it was a bizarre mix of education and sightseeing, the latter taking up most of the time. After all it was an exchange program but the girl had to admit the place wasn't all that bad. Technology was indeed a bit ahead of what the U.S was showcasing, some of the stuff to weird for words. But as the saying goes business before pleasure and that meant going to school and learning the ways. This is where she ran into trouble.
The Yu family was fluid in both their native tongue as well as English; outside the household was a different story and hand signals can only go so far. Half the day had gone by the time she reached the school on her first day where more language boundaries made things difficult. Be it trying to answer the question when she was picked, requesting for something, getting lunch (the girl made a mental note to bring her own food, the school cafeteria seem to have the same slop as her U.S school), and especially getting her name called (" Its last name first, gotta remember that"). Most of the hectic ness on her part as she wanted to learn Japanese herself and accomplish a challenge, that and the fear of wearing one of E.G.'s devices (i.e.: the Trans-lace) as they tended to do not so nice things due to malfunctions. But after the first week was over, frustration begin to set in and the girl decided to risk it.
"The Yu seem to be well supplied with first-aid" she reminded herself as she put it on. Color her shocked as the thing work, somewhat. The voices came in the same tone but a bit of the naïve language still sneaked through, kinda like static on a radio. A little annoying when she had to repeat herself whenever the device "bumped", but was still very useful. If only it could fix her social problems as most of the students rarely had anything in common to talk with her about, she didn't know any of the nation's pop stars or what was "in". She always felt as if she was out of her league when trying to talk to anybody, a defiant change of pace from the rivalry filled doops at her other school. But she had to admit…she actually missed trading insults with those losers before driving their heads into the concrete, not to mention hanging out her friends. Another little fact that sadden her as she couldn't keep her promise to sci-girl. She underestimated the value of American money in Japan, unwittingly bringing less money then she accounted for. And most of the "goodies" despite being decent prices were well out of her range. "How ironic" she thought, "I come down her to get some of their techs and am stopped by a mere price tag, figures."
So here she was, week five, which would also mark her first month there since she arrived, sitting in one of the few of familiar classrooms and was bored out of skull. Thankfully the bell rang and that was the last class for the day. As the girl stepped into the hallway, her usual options came to her. She could go down to the arcade afterward, but most of her opponents were otakus, were annoying to listen to and weren't in her league when it came to fighting and DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) games, basically just shooting fish in a barrel. She would've loved to travel further into the city, but without the Yu's she was as good as lost (and no she couldn't use a map, she hasn't learned the language yet). Needless to say the only thing that looked good was to grab a candy bar and take the scenic route (i.e.: walk slowly) back home. The first part she did with no hassle but the second task was when fate decided to intervene.
The girl made her way down one set of stairs and was turning toward the next when she was roughly knock aside by two boys, jabbering on about something in a excited voice she couldn't tell as the Trans-lace was over her ears (if she had listen to sci-girl, she would have realize that the ears were the halfway point that switched the languages. Trust me I made it up and I don't get it myself). For once in five weeks, that urge to hurt something started up. "Hey! Isn't there something you need to say to me?!" she called out to them as she readjusted the necklace, but they were already gone down the stairs. A fading bit of their excited talk coming into the Trans-lace "C'mon, you slow poke. I bet she already put down half of her challengers! We can still catch the next half if we hurry!"
The girl raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Put down? Challengers?" she repeated, a new bit of curiosity coming over her. Without another word, she jumped down the stairs, checked down the hall to see where the boys headed, and followed from a distance. Leading away from the school, down an alley, over some fences, down another alley and across a bridge. Finally ending up at a small park where a few other kids were gathered around in a crowd, various cheers coming from them. "Well what do we have here" the girl mused as she close in on them "Either marbles are one of the "in" things down here or if I didn't know any better…" A body suddenly flew from the middle of the crowd and the cheers suddenly got louder, the girl could barely make out the "thud" as the unfortunate person hit the ground.
"Yes! A fight scene! Finally something I can relate to in this backward country." Her suspicious were further confirmed when a voice sounded out "Alright anybody else think their good enough to take me on. I'll take all challengers, just remember no dirty tricks or.." The voice went back to Japanese as the necklace experienced another bump, the girl shook it with annoyance as she headed into the crowd to get a better look. Eventually getting it working again just as the next person stepped up, an average looking boy with black glasses. "Over here Sakura am ready for you." The person in question, a young girl wearing the usual sailor style only an all white top and dark blue skirt, sneakers on her feet and a white bandana doting her head beneath her brown hair, smile with familiarity at her opponent. "Ah Korzo, I was wondering if you'd show up or not. Think you can last as bit longer this time, you almost had me sweating in our last fight." Korzo just smiled in return and went into a fighting stance "Don't worry about me girl. Am starting to get used to the punches, so just keep your mind about keeping up your record. Cause am about end it right here. Ready?" "Always." came the reply as Sakura went to her own stance. A student from the crowd stepped out, raised his hand, and let it dropped signaling to go.
"YAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Korzo charged and let out a sweep kick. Predictably, Sakura jumped and let out a kick of her own. Big mistake as Korzo grabbed her leg then sent her spinning in midair. The girl recovered quickly by landing on one hand then her feet however then charged at the boy unleashing a furry of punches and kicks. Korzo blocked most of the hits though, took a few and then tried for a strong punch. Sakura quickly blocked then spun and chopped his sides in a very quick motion. He staggered a bit, trying to catch his breath from the attack.
Only to get it knocked out of him as an even harder jab impacted his stomach. A roundhouse kick knocked him to the ground, though not out just yet. He coughed slightly as his breath returned to him "Ugh, you think I learn from leaving myself open now. Especially to a fast fighter such as yourself." Sakura shrugged "You live and you learn though I don't mind using you as a punching bag to teach you. Are you calling it quits or what?" The boy responded with a spit to the ground and return to his stance putting Sakura back on alert. Korzo move forward slightly faking a kick then another one only higher to see if the girl would block, Sakura wasn't buying it however. Knowing he go for a strike the moment she left anything unguarded open. Seeing this the boy change tactics going for a wide swing at her head. She ducked and prepared to for a chop to his neck only to feel pain as a knee hit her stomach. The punch was a cover for the real attack! A strike to her back followed then another to the front before Korzo grabbed her and flipped her to the ground. He quickly put a fist above her face smiling coyly.
"A punching bag that learns from his mistakes and finds ways to go around em. Guess we'll both get something from this." "No doubt, a lesson for you and another victory for me." Said Sakura, swiftly bringing both fists up and hitting his extended arm on either side. Korzo let out yelp and backed off allowing the girl to get to her feet. "Alright enough playing let see how far you've come." She closed her eyes and pulled her arms back, a figure of deep concentration. A faint blue suddenly appearing at her sides Sakura then let out a deep breath and brought her arms out, her fists now pulsing with a blue aura. Korzo did a strange windmill gesture then bought his arms into a cross before returning to his normal fight stance though now looking steeled for anything. The crowd around the two fighters begin to murmur, some making bets on the outcome.
The two stared at each other for a moment then ran a full out charge at each other, colliding with motions of punches, kicks, block and counters. Granted it was no Dragonball Z as you could see the attacks but they were moving fast, so much so that afterimages seem to be forming from each move. The kids around them had to fan out a bit just to keep from getting hit. Finally a quick blur moved behind caught Korzo by surprise, arms wrapped around his neck and started choking him. Sakura, who was hanging by his neck with feet inches from the ground, applied the pressure hoping Korzo dropped from exhaustion. So far it was working as Korzo struggled to reach behind him while trying to not pass out but to no avail.
He staggered a little before coming down on one knee, a bit too quick then Sakura estimated. As she lost a bit of grip on her hold and, unfortunately, her victim felt this. Hands quickly reached for her arms, thrown her over and forward to the ground. Korzo regained his composure and charged toward her raising his arm for finishing strike. The boy had closed the distance and prepared to end it all. And it did…only vice versa. Sakura turned quick, face full of rage and fist at blue bright glow, and striked Korzo dead on in the gut with her elbow then followed it up with a full-blown uppercut! The poor guy didn't even have time to grasp as he was sent into the air but if that wasn't the injury, the insult came when Sakura met him in the air. Put both hands together and SPIKED him straight into the ground. Korzo landed hard and Sakura ahead of him on her feet though a bit shakingly. Breathing hard Sakura look back behind her at the fallen Korzo, eyes a bit worried at his still form. Thankfully a cough escaped from his lips showing he was alive. A few of his friends ran from the crowd to help him up while the rest cheered for the winner.
Sakura waited for her heart to return to normal before speaking "N-not bad, another split second and I'd have to start from square one on my record." Korzo managed a smile as his friends dragged him off "Good fight girl. Sam-Same time next week?" "If your up for it." Sakura smiled in return "As always, better luck next time." Korzo nodded before passing out on his friend's shoulders. Sakura just chuckled at this among the cheers the crowd gave her. The girl (my character, not Sakura) grazed in bewilderment at what she just saw, pretty much speechless though her brain still worked. "Okay, I know this isn't one of my martial arts dream since I pinch myself during the fight. But still, I've never seen anyone move that fast even Jackie Chan can't compete. Heck maybe even Bruce…well I won't go there. If only I had someone at my school with moves like that, it'll be heaven on the blacktop." That last bit of thought struck her for a moment and the girl begin to consider. Sure it would be heaven but only if she could compete with it. She was strong, any of her rivals could tell you that, but could she really hang with someone as good as that fighter? Was she really as tough as she thought she was or was it all a huge cosmic joke to make her think so? Was she…? Oh you all see what's coming, no point in dragging it out.
Sakura rested her hands on her knees to let the rest of her slowly calming breath come in before straighting up and heading to her backpack she has laid on the ground. The crowd beginning to spread out to go home or whatever it was they did after hours. Five fights in a row and none had come close to beating her. Sure it was great practice and all, but each fight just seems to be lacking something. She would say skill but reminded herself that everyone had their own style and stuck to it like the bible. Something she had come to respect with each bout. No it was just…none of her recent fights seem to have the excitement.
The real thing she craved for and there was only one person who gave her that. "Ryu" she whispered, "Where are you? I want to prove myself as a worthy street fighter." She reached up grabbing the ends of the bandana, one that used to belong to the legendary fighter "I won't rest or stop until I defeat you." With that she begin to untie the cloth having enough fighting for one day. "Excu-" a voice came behind her but sounded a bit unfamiliar. Was that an English tone? The voice came again, this time a bit clearly "Ugh, lousy piece of trash." Sakura turned to face her the one addressing her, a bit perplex and a little offended. Standing there was a girl with a similar outfit as her own only pinker (think Yu-Gi-Oh's Tea) wriggling a strange necklace as if it was snake. The girl noticed she had her attention and quickly compose herself.
"Uh hi, I uh just happened to notice your fight and I have to say those were some excellent moves out there. Must have been a awhile to learn stuff like that." Always one to handle flattery, Sakura just rubbed her head sporting a sheepish grin "You could say that, you take few bump along the way but it cake once you get it." The girl half smiled at that "Funny you should mention that. Anywho I was wondering, well me just being silly really, if I could shake the hand of the one of Japan strongest fighter. Just for some good luck karma if I ever make it."
The girl smiled goofily while she extended her hand. Sakura was bit taken back by the request but honor it anyway "Yeah, sure why not" taking her hand and began to shake it adding "May my good chi help you through you future battles." Still smiling the girl said "Thank you" then suddenly her expression changed to a cocky one "Am DENFINENLY going to need it after this!" The girl struck out her leg, sending Sakura own left leg flying leaving her balancing on the other with arms flailing. The girl gave her a push trying to send Sakura to the ground. But the fighter rolled backwards and was on her feet, composing into a fighting stance. The girl was right on top of her throwing fast left and rights, Sakura easily evaded each one. Blocking the last strike then roughly pushed the girl back.
She then tried for a leg sweep but her attacker just jumped back, landing a short distance from her. Sakura let some air come back to her before saying 'If you wanted to fight me, you could've just came out when I challenged or at least bullied some kids. I would've come running. Beside am kinda tired right now, can't it wait until tomorrow?" The girl, also with her dukes up, just smiled sheepishly. Almost mirroring the one Sakura had just a minute ago "Sorry, am just new here and the impulse came over me. Nothing exciting hasn't happen with me up until now and after watching the stuff you planted on the other guy. And me being a fighter too…well I just wanted to see where I stand right now. Think you handle one more match?"
Sakura studied her a moment seeing if she was really worth it. After fighting most of the same people for awhile some fresh meat wouldn't be so bad. Add to the fact that her parents were probably going to kill her once they find she was scraping again and getting home late, not to mention her bruises that were starting to catch up to her. Still Sakura wasn't one to back down from a challenge, so against better judgment she smiled and answered "Alright I've got time to kill. One more for the road though I must warn you, I pack heavy stuff. The last guy was a bit more experience and could barely take it. You, am not sure what effects it might have, so be careful. Understand?" "Don't worry about me, where I come from, there are all sorts of whackos I take on and I've too also taken a few bumps myself. Whatever it is am sure I can handle it." The girl replied with confidence. Sakura still had her doubts but got ready nonetheless. A few kids still in the area notice at least one more fight brewing and ran in to see the action, some wondering whom the new girl was. A question Sakura too wanted to find out "One more thing before we fight, I didn't get your name. I always like to know the person who am up against. Names Sakura Kasugano, by the way." The girl gave off one more smile before getting serious "Cakaka, Shorty Cakaka. Nice to meet you."
Then one of the crowd gave the signal to go.
Next Chapter:
Testing the waters
The fight continues as Shorty and Sakura find out what kinda of punches they can pull.
Will Sakura keep her record going strong or can Shorty prove her worth in a foregin country as she has back home? Only the next chapter will tell.