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C h a p t e r 9 - K e n d o
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The next day, Misao returned to school feeling much better. Not wanting to admit it but Soujirou was alright. A little annoying at times but she liked having him around to talk to when the things in her life weren't going well. She never had any real friends before and with the ways things have been going on, she was lucky she even got someone like Soujirou.
"Hamasaki!"
Misao blinked. As usual she wasn't paying attention in class. All of the things they've been learning was everything that Misao had already knew about already. She had a tough tutor when she was little. The tutor was paid well to make sure every little detail was sucked into her head or he would get severely hurt.
"Pay attention in class!" The teacher said as he whacked her in the head with a rolled up paper in his hand. It was one of Misao's toughest teachers, Hajime-sensei. Her English teacher.
Misao could hear chuckles and giggles from her classmates and turned bright red with both embarrassment and anger. She'd wish her yakuza was there to back her up and beat up her whole class for her, but sadly she was currently grounded from them. Instead, Misao opened her book up to the page where the class was and started paying attention to protect her from further humiliation.
Hajime-sensei's stone cold expression turned away from her as he returned to the front of the class. He was holding their classroom text book entitled, English for Dummies. He had special ordered it all the way from America.
"Hamasaki," Hajime-sensei spoke in his fluent English accent, "Next time I see you slacking off in my class, I'll hit you with one of my thick text book then a small rolled up piece of paper."
"Ha!" Misao smirked, "I'd like tou shi yu try!" she responded back in English.
Hajime-sensei stared blankly at her for a few seconds. Then he bowed his head and coughed. Looking up, he replied, "Your English is unbelievable worse than usual." The class started to laugh, bringing Misao into another embarrassing moment. Misao crawled deeper into her sit quietly, biting her lip out of spite. Hajime-sensei lived in America for years so of course his English would be better than anyone in the classroom. That's one of the things Misao hated about him. Without his great English speaking powers, he would be nothing but a mere stupid teacher.
Misao, however, is destined to be her family's next generation as yakuza boss. Nothing could ever change that. Once she does become boss, she'll make sure she remembers to take revenge on Hajime-sensei.
The class settled down and everyone focused back on their studies. Just a few minutes on the clock and Misao's English class ended. Happily to leave, Misao jumped from her seat and ran out of the class. Unexpectedly, there was someone at the door waiting for her. Too much in a hurry to leave, Misao had clumsily run into them and they both fell to the ground.
Students walking out of the class, laughed once again at Misao.
She could hear them whispering, "What an annoying girl. Stupid too."
"She should be back with the first years."
"The school probably let her skipped because she's rich."
Misao growled at their comments. Then she looked back at who she had bumped into.
"Aiya! Oh Kami-sama!"
"Oh. It's you from the other day," Misao replied as she saw it was only Soushi Okita, "Watch where you stand next time!"
A couple of the girl students helped him up. "Don't speak so nasty to Soushi-kun! Give your respect to our president!"
Misao blinked, president?
Soushi stood up and gave a happy grin, "No really it's alright! No blood was spilled, all is good!" He pushed politely away, "Let's get to our classes, shall we?" The girls were obviously love-struck and agreed to do anything Okita requested.
"Of course Soushi-kun!"
"See you later Soushi-kun!"
"Bye bye!"
Soushi turned back to Misao, who was walking away. "Hey! Please wait a minute Hamasaki-san!" But Misao did not wait. She yawned lazily as she walked carelessly away, hearing that he was calling for her.
President, feh! What makes he think he's higher than me? I'm the daughter of a yakuza lord! He should fear me with every blood in his body!
"Hamasaki!" Soushi ran after her. Finally he caught up and grabbed onto her shoulder for her to stop. Misao stopped abruptly, making him stop too. Misao turned around and rolled her eyes. "Do you mind? I have a lunch meeting to go to," she said, placing her arms on her hips, waiting for him to finish what he wanted to continue.
Soushi smiled sheepishly, "Yes yes! Of course! It won't take long at all!" he bowed with his hands folded in front of her, hoping that she'll listen.
"Hurry up," Misao said, getting impatient. Soushi stood back up, happy that she had agreed.
"I just wanted to see if you were going to join any clubs or sports. As president, I am not only happy to greet the new students here but to guide them with everything they need to help them get some where far in life!" he shouted with enthusiasm. Misao, on the other hand, just yawned, "But," he stopped, "In order to lead my fellow peers to their correct path in life, I must see that they join clubs that will interest them. And you, Hamasaki-san! Today starts with your chosen club!"
"Clubs? Ha! Me? No way what so ever," she said out bluntly, causing a sweat drop from Soushi's head from disappointment, "Besides, there's no clubs here that I would ever be interested in. I mean chess club? BOOOORING. Sports like Tennis, swimming, basketball, or soccer. That's not enough competition for me. I like to pulverize my opponents!" Misao exclaimed, giving an evil smile.
"Oh yes! We have clubs where you can pulverize anyone, Hamasaki-san!" Soushi said, "There's the wrestling club..." Misao shook her head, "The archery club..." Misao shook her head, "The Kendo club-"
"Kendo?" Misao exclaimed, smirking. Soushi nodded his head consistently with excitement as though he was a bobble head.
"Hai! Kendo is a self indulging sport that retains-" but before he could finish, Misao had already ran off.
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"You're going to try out for Kendo?" Kamiya asked Misao oddly. It was after school as the two girls walked to the gym where the Kendo team was to train.
Folding her arms, Misao replied, "What are you implying? A girl like me can't survive Kendo, is that what you mean?" Misao growled, getting a bit mad.
Kamiya smacked her on the head, "Baka! I was thinking that most girls don't try out for things like this. You, however, are a bit different," she smiled, "It'll be fun though! I'm usually the only girl on the team every year since some girls just join to see the hot guys but eventually they quit. They can't handle the tough training. But with you, I'll finally get to hang out with a girl at Kendo practices!"
Misao smiled. Yes and I'll show how good I am. My peers shall be all surprised at what I can do. I'll kick all of their asses!
The gym door opened and Kamiya and Misao took a step inside. Misao almost scream. Not only that the gym was gigantic but the guys there a big sight to see. Kamiya was right... THEY'RE SO HOT! Misao couldn't help but drool. Kami-sama forbid...but some might be better looking than Aoshi-sama! Misao gasped. Am I really saying this!
"WELCOME TO KENDO HAMASAKI-SAN!" a familiar voiced shouted behind her. She knew instantly who it was by the happy and exciting tone of it. She was beginning to get annoyed with him.
"Soushi..." Misao growled as she turned around. To her surprised, he was accompanied with another person. And that person was...Soujirou Seta! And...he was...!
SWEATING FROM HEAD TO TOE! AND SO WAS SOUSHI OKITA! Misao bulged out. She couldn't help but stared at the both of them. They were in the school's Kendo uniform. The white gi and the navy hakama. Although both of them seem like they were working out just then and decided to pull one of their sleeves out and let their arms show. She was a teenage girl after all so she couldn't help but stare at their muscles.
They've been working out...
"Glad to see that you will be joining us Hamasaki-san!" Soushi grinned. Soujirou nodded in return, giving a small smile.
Misao stumbled to speak as she nervously tried to look away from their sweaty bodies, "I-- uh...I--I--" Then Kamiya smacked Misao on the back. Misao gave a squeaky, high pitch cry after being startled. "Hamasaki wants to join this year's Kendo! I think she'll be very good this year," Kamiya said, winking at Misao who nervously blushed and looked away.
Soushi nodded, "Well if Kamiya-san says you're good, I'm sure you'll do fine with your tryout. You'll be captain after me in no time!"
Misao blinked in awe. He's the captain?
"A girl! Girl, where!" Misao could hear shouting voices coming closer. Within seconds, she was surrounded by more sweating guys from the Kendo. She could hear them speaking altogether about her.
"I wonder if she's good."
"I don't think so. All the girls who join suck."
"Yeah, they were all weak. Couldn't even take one hit."
Misao bit her lip. I'll prove these guys who they're talking about. I am Misao Makimachi! Daughter of the great Yakuza lord, Kashiwazaki Nenji! I shall kick their shitty, yet good looking, faces into the Tokyo streets!
"I am ready for tryouts!" Misao exclaimed. Everyone became silent. Soushi smiled, "Good. Your try out shall be a one on one match with Li-san here," he nodded at Soujirou. Soujirou smiled and nodded.
"But..." Soushi continued, "Only one of the two can join the Kendo team. Apparently the team is pretty filled so the two of you will have to fight to earn your spot on our school's team. The loser will not."
Misao was a bit shock. She never really thought Soujirou was a good opponent at Kendo. She almost hesitated about him for some reason but she shrugged it off. Smirking, she knew that she would win. After all, she had been training since she was a kid. Soujirou looked like a wimp that she could beat up again and again without much struggle.
The gym was now set. Misao and Soujirou were both in one of the practice uniform standing in the middle of the gym, facing each other nine feet away. Both had protection equipment on from head to toe. Everyone was either standing or sitting around them, watching excitedly. All of the guys rooted for Soujirou, just because he was a guy. Only Kamiya cheered for Misao.
But Misao didn't care. She had her mind was too busy focusing on winning and beating Soujirou. Soushi walked up to them and stood in front of them as chief referee.
"Our coach is absent today because of an urgent event so therefore, I shall be the Chief referee for today. I shall read out the rules of Kendo for anyone who do not know or remember the rules of Kendo. There will be no insults to the opponent or referee," Soushi said in a loud, strict voice. Misao was surprised that this kid could ever be serious. "The use of a shinai which has not been inspected and approved or which contains foreign materials are not allowed," Soushi continued on forever with the rules. Misao was getting impatient. She stared ahead at Soujirou, wondering what he was thinking but the Kendo protection mask was in the way so she couldn't tell.
After the rules were over. The real match started to begin and everyone started to get excited.
"Exchange rei!" The two did as they were told.
"Three steps forward!" Soushi commanded, "Sonkyo! Draw your shinai!" The two both draw their weapons, holding it in front of them. The two shinai tips were exactly one inch apart as it should be. "Kamae!"
Soushi raised his arm, "HAJI--"
Then suddenly, the gym door opened and in runs Kenshin. Everyone groaned and awed. They were mad that Kenshin had interrupted them just before a match they were waiting for all this time. Kenshin ran up to the crowd and bowed apolitically.
"Gomen nasai! I did not mean to be late..." then he looked over to Soushi, "Something had popped," he looked at him a bit oddly. Almost if that something had been serious. "Gomen Soushi-san."
As if Soushi knew instantly, he nodded and excused Kenshin. He turned back to Misao and Soujirou while Kenshin took a seat next to Kamiya.
Soushi looked at Misao and over at Soujirou. "Ready?" They both nodded.
"HAJIME!" The word to start was said and within half a second, or even less, Misao and Soujirou both charged at each other with incredible speed.
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