I don't know how many of you are willing to give me a chance after I screwed up on my last attempt at this, I was a high school freshman at the time, I'm graduated now. I've got free time now. Good free time. And a plot bunny with its teeth lodged into my Achilles' tendon. Well...here goes.

Okami Sento was a young man, standing 5'9" at fifteen years of age. Black hair and green eyes that spoke of combat decorated his face. He sat in front of an aged man, he wore a traditional hakama and decades of experience resonated from the man.

"Sento-san. Kawakami Academy is not a simple high school. We train soldiers. Heirs of ancient families that go back centuries. Certainly you understand the danger you're putting yourself into." The old man's voice was strong. Blunt and convincing to the untrained. Okami shrugged,

"I'm coming back to my roots, Kawakami-sensei. Fighting is all I know how to do. I've made a name for myself in the west. It's time I prove I'm not some Gaijin shit with a chip on his shoulder." There was a conviction in his voice, the Japanese language coming slow due to years of no use. "I am Okami Sento. I'm going home, back to the Academy."

The old man chuckled jovially, leaning forward to stare into Okami's eyes.

"When you walked in here, you wore the eyes of a stranger, now. You wear the eyes of my granddaughter's apprentice. The eyes of a warrior that might even surpass his father. There's a mock battle scheduled soon. The helicopter will take you to your team's HQ. You'll be in 2-F. You've got a lot of work to make up Sento-kun. Welcome home." The smile that Okami gave as he stood up to rush to the helicopter could've split his face open. Entering the helicopter he stood in the open doorway, backpack on and a rolled bundle tucked under his arm. The mock battle was already taking place. Masses of students wielding fake weaponry were locked in combat with one another, kicking a rope Okami slid down onto the HQ of the 2-F side. There were three men on the raised platform, a laid back teen named Naoe Yamato, one wearing a headband and with extreme enthusiasm gushing from his aura, Shoichi Kazama, and a short, effeminate boy named Morooka Takuya.

"Who are you?" Takuya shouted as Okami tapped on a few of the planks, one of them sounding hollow, grinning, he stomped the plank, reached in the hole and extracted a pitch black halberd, hoisting it over his shoulder he turned to the tactician.

"Don't recognize me Takuya? I'm hurt. The name Sento Okami ring a bell?" The grin on Okami's face gave away his amusement, realization dawning on Takuya's face he grinned as well before pointing towards the commotion to the rear of the elevated HQ.

"Our Class Rep is under attack, can you handle that?"

"Lets see if 2-S still has the same ability." Sento jumped off the elevated platform and rushed in the direction Takuya had pointed out. Eventually he came across a mass of unconscious students, some oddly dressed as maids. "What is with this country and maids...I'll never understand it." Sento mumbled, traversing the battleground, eventually coming across a structure with several barrels resting along it. A woman in a maid outfit was interrogating a girl of 2-F.

"Hey!" Okami shouted, "don't you know it's rude to pick on girls?" The maid stared at him for a moment before yelling,

"Snipers!" Arrows flew from the tree line at Okami, who altered his stance, crouching down enough to avoid all of the arrows. After the barrage ended he stood back up and gave the halberd on his shoulder a spin, bringing the naginata-style head level with the head maid.

"You gonna fight me yourself or keep hiding behind your buddies in the woods?"

"Bastard...squad stay back. I'll handle this one." The maid said. "Who are you?" The maid asked.

"Sento Okami. I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty, combat wise, hopefully you'll be able to help me polish some of it off." Okami said, grasping the halberd in both hands. He lunged forward in a sweeping strike, forcing the maid to jump back, the maid countered in a leaping straight that flew by an inch from his head. He countered by striking her in the gut with the staff of his weapon before bringing the head of the weapon about and driving it into her gut. The blunt blade did no major damage but it cracked a rib and knocked the air out of her. Bringing her to her knees.

"I was hoping for more out of 2-S." Okami said bluntly, before moving to a barrel that seemed to wobble constantly, opening it revealed the class representative of 2-F, a frail looking girl who's fear-induced shaking was rocking the barrel.

"You wanna get to safety?" She gave a nod. "Then hop on and let's go."

-2 minutes of fearful screaming and running later-

Okami POV

Well...I was back in the shit. I left my weapon on the float in favor of being able to throw my enemies into each other. A sinking feeling in my gut was the only warning I had before a fist flew by my head at lightning speed, I jumped back and entered a boxer's stance.

"Puppy-kun!" Momoyo Kawakami, granddaughter of the headmaster and one of the strongest fighters in the world, my mentor.

"Not a puppy anymore, Momoyo-sempai." I grumbled, dodging her attacks, albeit barely.

"You're always gonna be my little puppy-kun to me. Let's see how you've improved these last two years without your Onee-chan." Momoyo rushed me with a barrage of lightning fast punches that I struggled to dodge, I blocked and countered the last one, bringing a heavy haymaker down on her. She caught it and threw me over her shoulder. I landed and rushed in a jumping kick, planting a solid strike on her abdomen before jumping back and engaging again in a boxer's fight.

"You've gotten stronger, or at least you're hitting harder, Momoyo-sempai." I stated, swinging an elbow towards her head.

"You're faster than I remember." She replied, planting a heavy fist into my gut. Robbing me of air, I leapt back as much I could, getting as much air as I could.

"And that's why. I tried to get faster...drawing quite the crowd, Momoyo-sempai." I gestured to the ring of students forming around us.

"Best get this over with then."

And cliffhanger due to schedule being fucked rn. I hope you all give me another chance, I'm sorry about all this.