We meet new fighters

Disclaimer: I Repeat I do not own Medabots, BUT I WISH I DID.

Author note Marchshio Shigeoki and Kishi Shigeoki are my creation, do not use them without permission. Marchshio is pronounced Mar-qu-she-o. Also in the show Henry looks 16.

Rintaro spoke in a way that made him sound like a five year old, "Dude I heard of these tests, to get in they have to at least land a direct hit on one of his top students!!!!!" "Well that doesn't sound hard," said Spyke. "Spyke have you forgotten that Sensei is the most talented fighter in Japan? And he has the most talented students as well?" asked Koji. "Uuuuuh…no, it's just you know, Max and Cyan can kick butt!" Spyke said to try to make himself look like he knew what Koji said. Well the gang was ushered in the martial art school. Max and Cyan were showed to the back stage to wait their turn. The rest were seated in one of the many rows for the audience.

Erika was filming it the entire arena, the students, and of coarse Max and Cyan. Surprisingly there was a huge crowd there already and they were cheering for Marchshio and Kishi. Erika goes up to one of the cheering fans and asks, "Hello my name is Erika, I'm a reporter for the freshmen section of the news paper. Can you answer a few questions like who are Marchshio and Kishi? And why is everyone here?" The teen she asked looked around 17 years old, he has pail blue hair and green eyes. He replies to her with, "And you call yourself a reporter? Marchshio and Kishi are only the coolest fighting duo in Japan! And they came here for training. Hey if you're not here for them then why are you here?" "WELL MY TWO BEST FRIENDS CAME HERE FOR TRAINING TOO. And they're going to be the best!" Erika growled mostly to him so only he could hear. The teen looked genially scared of her so she left to get more info. Meanwhile Ikki and the rest were in their seats waiting for the test to begin.

Max and Cyan meet the two the crowd was cheering for back stage. Marchshio was around 6 foot and 3 inches tall. He had long hair that went to his knees it was tied in a ponytail, the knot for it was around the neck area. The hair was a pencil gray, and also his eyes were the some shade of gray. Another thing about his eyes was that he had a scare going across his left eye and went through his eyebrow and a little higher. On his face he wore a clam face, his expression spoke that he seen many things and wouldn't be surprised easily. Kishi was 5 foot 6 inches and she had the same coloration as Marchshio. She also had her hair tied in the same area and it went down to her knees. Her expression spoke that she was full of energy and she was ready to fight.

Both were wearing Chinese clothing and silk purple belts. Marchshio had a Chinese dark blue vest, black shoes, blue shirt with dark blue cuffs, and blue pants their colors. Kishi had the same the shirt, black boots, baggy blue pants, and a dress looking thing that you'd wear like a vest, only it comes down to the top of the boots.

Just then Kishi spoke in a beautiful tone that could only be compared to an angle, "Hi, my name is Kishi, over there," she pointed to Marchshio behind her, "is my brother Marchshio. Who are you?" "Oh… my name is Max and he's Cyan," Max blushed, who could blame him? Kishi is one of the most beautiful girls he'd meet before.

"Hey WHO's my first VICTOM?" a voice said from the shadows. All four fighters looked in the direction, there in the shadows was Henry. "Wait a minute, you're the person we have to beat?" asked Max in a cocky way. "Yes," Henry said in a calm way, with his arms crossed.

Just then a voice that sounded like Mr. Referee spoke in a microphone, "Marchshio and Henry please come to the arena!!!!" "Well come then," said Henry in a calm voice. They left the back stage and went into the arena. Max, Cyan and Kishi went to the door to get a look. "In the blue it's Marchshio age 25, and in the white Henry age 21!" the man speaking was indeed Mr. Referee and he was wearing a ninja outfit. Both fighters took a fighting stance, "The rules are simple, if you fall out of the ring you're out! If you give up you're out! If you hit below the belt, or in the eyes you're out! Readyyy, fight!"

The next few seconds happened in a flash, first Henry hits Marchshio in the stomach. Then he punches him in the head and then he kicks him out of the ring. Marchshio hits the wall then slides to the ground. Mr. Referee holds the mic to his lips and yells, "And the winner is Henry!" Henry waves at the crowd and bows.

In the crowd Koji and the rest look in awe, "Man either that guy sucked or Henry's really good," said Samantha. "No Marchshio is a really good fighter, he and his sister are champions for more than 22 different terminates," Erika said in an all-knowing fashion. She had to get a lot of interviews for that info. "Wow…. hey if he lost then what are the changes of either Max or Cyan getting training?" asked Ikki. "Not very good I'd say," replied Koji. "Oh quit doubting them they'll do just fine!" said Karin puffing out her cheeks. "Yeah they'll do fine, like a preschooler doing fine against an adult!" Rintaro said in a matter in witch you now he wasn't kidding. "That bad," Spyke softly said. "Hey remember who they are, they'll be ok," Sloan said.

Back to Kishi, "Brother!" she yelled she got out to where he lay, and scooped him up. Her brother spoke softly, "Kishi, don't worry about me go and try to get in the training school I'll try harder next time," Just then he was being helped up by two medical aids. She nodded and went to the round arena. "In the blue Kishi, age 19, against Henry! Shall I repeat the rules?" both fighters shook their heads in no. "Readyyy fight!" Kishi made the first move, she struck at Henry but he easily dodged it and she struck and missed 5 times. Henry caught her arms and threw her out of the arena. She landed outside the ring, "The winner is Henry!"

Ikki and the rest looked at each other, none of them thought that it would be so hard to get in this school. Just then Cyan walked out on the stage. "In the Kaki pants it's Cyan at age….." "15 sir," Cyan said in a way that you knew he wanted to win. "15, against Henry, Readyyy fight!"