…Kenkou fiddled with his lunch at the far off corner of the lunch table. Chicken nuggets and corn again? My body is just not gonna agree with me, he thought, chomping through a nugget. He used his spork to play with his corn in the brightly lit cafeteria, when three people walked up on his right. The shadows casted over him and dimmed the bright, white table to a gray and he asked, "Can I help you," as he reached for his half pint of chocolate milk.

"I'm just seeing what's good around here, Kenkou," the tallest boy said with a snarl.

His shadow loomed over the table the most for he was five feet, seven inches tall, and weighted over 200 pounds. He was fair skinned with light freckles and long, blonde hair. His green eyes leered at the top of Kenkou's head, awaiting a response.

Kenkou kept his head down, nibbling at his lunch, and replied, "Well, there's nothing good here, so why don't you go enjoy your lunch, Stewart."

Stewart grabbed Kenkou's collar with his left hand and said, "Well, I don't like your tone, Kenny, so how about you eat this!"

Stewart reached back his right fist and hurled it at Kenkou, but Kenkou dodged it easily by leaning back quickly and it banged the plywood table loudly. Stewart held back his cries for pain as he let go of Kenkou and held his right hand with his left.

"Your best bet is to let me be, or there will be consequences," Kenkou warned. "At all costs, do not fight any human and don't use your power against them, no matter the situation," Yamamoto's voice rang in his head. Don't worry, I'll adhere to my promise as best as I can, Master.

Stewart's black friend then shot back, "Lucky dodge, Ken! But Stew here will knock your block off when school lets out at three!"

Kenkou continued to look down confidently as he sipped at his chocolate milk once more. "Whatever, Rasheed, I don't want to fight anyone."

Rasheed's long, black afro was a nearly perfect sphere that made him look as tall as Stewart, but he was as tall as Kenkou: 5 foot, two.

"You're just saying that cuz you're scared!" Stewart's Asian friend pointed out.

"I don't fear anything, let alone you're bulked up buddy, Charles."

Charles was four feet, 11 inches tall and black hair was in a long, bowl cut. They all wore random t-shirts and jeans, while Kenkou adorned a white polo shirt and khakis.

Kenkou gripped his chocolate milk a little tighter in anger since these three stooges were wasting his time. "Whether you want to or not, I'm kicking your butt at the park across the street after school. If you don't show up, I'll tell everyone that you're one big chicken," Stewart said, bringing his face close to Kenkou's right ear.

He and his friends walked away back to their teacher's table as Kenkou finished his meal. His teacher saw the three children walking away from Kenkou and he broke away from his fellow teachers and sat next to Kenkou.

"What happened, Kenkou?" the Caucasian man asked.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Mr. Parker. There's nothing to worry about," Kenkou replied with a slight anger in his tone.

"I hope so. I don't want to have to explain to your mother how you were beat up by Stewart over there."

"I'm fine, sir. Can we go back to class? I want to finish the day as soon as possible."

Sure. Lunch did finish a couple of minutes ago. Ok everyone, let's pack it up and head back to class! Once we cover science and art, we'll have recess!" The kids all filed in line behind Kenkou, the tallest in the class, and returned to their classroom.

When the school bell rang at three o'clock, Kenkou packed up his things at his desk and made his way home. Sadly, his only route home was by the park that Stewart was waiting for him at. As he walked by the park, a group of other children gathered in a concentrated area with Stewart in the middle, boasting on how he's gonna show Kenkou what for.

As Kenkou trekked on the sidewalk across the street from the park, a child, no older than seven, yelled, "There's Kenkou!"

Everyone looked at him across the street and Stewart said, "Get him."

Rasheed and Charles nodded, ran across the lightly trafficked street, picked up Kenkou and brought him over to the park.

He didn't struggle with the two boys and only said, "I warned you before and you didn't listen. You'll be sorry," as they threw him on the ground before Stewart. Kenkou picked himself up and sat on his feet in a traditional Japanese style as if he were going to pray.

"I knew it! You were chicken after all! You just wanna go and cry home to your mommy," proclaimed Stewart, pointing at Kenkou.

Kenkou took his backpack off tossed it to the sideline and it landed just before Rasheed's feet. "Don't mention my mother unless you wish to be in the hospital for the rest of the school year," Kenkou snapped back, calmly.

"HA! What can you do to me with that scrawny body? No one in the entire school's been able to lay a dent in me! Besides, isn't your mommy worried, little Keni?"

Kenkou wore clothes that were one or two sizes too large as to not intimidate anyone because all of his training within the Soul Society translated into his body every time he refused with it. Underneath it all, he wasn't bulky, but more muscularly defined that most adults hoped to be. "What did I say about mentioning my mother…?"

"I don't care what you said because I'm gonna knock you out, and yo Jap momma!"

"Strike three," Kenkou said under his breath.

He flash stepped to Stewart and in the same motion, threw a left straight punch right into his stomach. Stewart exhaled deeply as the air was rushed out of him faster than he's ever felt. I didn't even see him! How is this puny kid so strong?! Stewart thought. Kenkou then threw his right leg up and kicked Stew right in his chin and rose above the ground as he kicked. The entire crowd that encircled the fight gasped in awe at the force of the blows that Kenkou was delivering at the acrobatics of it all. Kenkou switched his upwardly outstretched foot from his right to his left and quickly brought the heel down to Stewart's head, knocking him unconscious and nearly shattering the asphalt where Stewart's face landed.

Kenkou stood there, looking at Stewart as the smoke cleared around his head. Hm. Good, I held up just in time—he's not dead, he thought. "I warned you several times, Stewart, and since you didn't listen, I had to teach you a lesson. I hope you learn well from it."

The entire crowd was in shock from the crushing defeat that Kenkou handed the greatest bully in all of Queens. When Kenkou picked up his backpack from the feet of Rasheed, he looked at him and his dropped jaw, smiled, and walked away as if nothing happened.

"Somebody call the ambulance!" one child shouted.

"Does anyone have any bandages?!" yelled another.

Rasheed and Charles, who stood next to each other, looked at one another, jaws open and Charles asked, "What just happened?"

"I have no idea, Chuck. All I know is that we better steer clear of Kenkou from now until forever."

"Good idea, Rasheed."