It's a new year, so happy 2012 and now on to more serious matters like listing on what happens in the typical self insert story.
Typical Self Inserts often are written by fan girls who want to be with Ranma, others often depict a new ally for Ranma, most are often placing themselves in the storyline usually; to twist the storyline as they see fit and some of those Self Inserts are just plain Trolls.
Status: APPROVED by Vic-mongona-is-awesome
Time to extend this chapter.
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It has been one week since I challenged Kuno to a fight, right now I was standing in the locker room in Furinkan high, the girls side. Right now I was securing the chest bindings in order to improve support during battle and from the feel of it it works better than a sports bra; then again there's theory and then there's practice, I sighed as I placed on the protective armor.
Anyway back to the subject at hand, challenging Kuno was a big mistake on my part for obvious reasons, many of those reasons relate to the state of my body and acclimatisation that I had very little time for, something that became prominent in the one week I trained.
First was the depth perception, every thing was almost flat I could compare it to watching everything through a camera, next came the sensitivity of my skin I could feel just about every detail of the clothes I wore and I don't even want to talk about down there, and finally strength I lost a lot of that which mean my strikes won't be doing much damage anytime soon, as if I wasn't weak enough already.
So in a sense I'm screwed if Kuno hits me once but, I'm not worried because I'm going to counter most of his hits until he faints from exhaustion. From what I've seen and read Kuno is at the bottom of the food chain of the Nerima Wrecking Crew but, compared to a normal human like me he would be someone who is freakishly strong to the point of nearly killing me, still I might as well stop talking and go out there.
I exited the locker room and headed toward the gym as expected, the gym was packed not only by the Ken-do enthusiasts but, also the people who wanted to see Kuno get his ass kicked by yours truly. I felt a smile on my face and it was the smile of pure excitement, at least that was the best way I could interpret it.
I slowed my pace from my usual "hard to keep up with me pace" to a "standard" pace of a normal person, by American standards, in my opinion the latter pace is far too slow for my taste. As I got closer to Kuno I started having a nagging feeling telling me that I forgot something but what?
"Where's your blade?"
That question made me double check if I took my shinai with me and to my horror I left it in the locker room, "I'll be right back." I quickly ran back to the locker room, frantically searched everywhere, found my weapon, ran back to the gym, pulled out my shinai from its protective covering, and got into position.
"Ready, fight!"
As soon as the two words were said, Kuno and I charged at each other and so begins the battle to see who's fighting spirit will prevail.
Our blades clashed in a deadlock, forcing the both of us pushing at each other surprisingly, I was stronger for some odd reason, he must be going easy on me, so I jumped back surprising him, I kept myself calm dodging a few of his strikes, which came as slow as a heavily fatigued fat man trying to hit me, is this the best he could do? If it was, I wonder how fast was I going? I caught a glimpse of his face the expression on it was a look of pure concentration but, his eyes told me a different story, it was a yearning I couldn't identify, what was he looking for? A love that could never be, a search for something unattainable, or was it just simply something that was pure and innocent, I wouldn't know.
I decided to strike back, I struck his left wrist, I hear an audible snap that sounded sickening, and Kuno just kept on going still trying to hit me, with that bokken, it slowed down somewhat but, he's still going to fight so I struck his right wrist as well, another sickening snap, and he dropped his bokken.
Kuno looked like he was a lost child, a child with no proper parents, his father is a freak for Hawaii after all, but still he screamed, not in physical pain but, emotional pain, I did something I might regret, I hugged him, as stated before Kuno is a lost child, a child who needed proper guidance, a child who needed someone to look up to, a friend.
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What did I just do...
