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Jetvac Jesse: Thank you for the support! To be honest, the schedule is gonna be a bit wacky. I intend to keep chapters shorter at first and flesh this story out as chapters go on, no thanks to my other main story that I'm working on (shameless plug). Also, I've got exams as of next month (part of the reason why the first few chapters will be a bit short), so I sort of shot myself in the foot. Regardless, this isn't a throwaway story, and I do plan to try and consistently update it one every week. Again. thanks for the comment!

Rumble, young man Rumble!

Chapter 1

A friendship forged in fists versus feet!

"Thr-three year normal… cur-curriculum. Fo-four year… exorta…? No, extra curriculum." Kendo rattled off in his apartment as he looked down at the paper on the floor. He had already managed to submit his application-form about one month back, yet he did his best to keep up with his reading and writing for the written exam. As for the final combat-orientated exam… that he couldn't help but keep grinning at. Currently at eight in the morning, he was already finishing his warmup, completing his one-hundred pushups in record time. "Still got a few months before the exams, time to train my ass off!" Pulling on a black shirt and hoodie, he stormed out of his apartment after grabbing a small bag and raced down the stairs, smiling wider at the fresh air and clear skies before breaking into a solid-paced run. Five miles around Musutafu was something that he wasn't all that good at, at first. One month into constant training however, combined with his freakish athletic adaptability ensured that his body had began to accommodate his increased training.

'Inhale, count to four. Exhale, count to four. Rinse and repeat baby!' His pace picked up into a full run, people on the sidewalk actively leaping out of his way now. He may not have been that fast, but someone as big as him moving at such a constant pace was bound to hurt someone if they weren't paying attention. Thirty minutes in and he was really feeling the burn in his legs, one that he loved, and pushed harder. 'Only three hundred meters left, push it!' His feet tore off the concrete, keeping a constant pace all the way the park. "DONE!" He bellowed, scaring a couple of people as his body crashed into the grassy floor, rolling onto his back and checking his time. "So that's… thirty five minutes, twenty… eight seconds, damnit! Ten seconds slower than last time." He tried to sit up before a sharp pain shot right up from the tips of his toes to his neck.

"…might've overdone it this time…" He groaned, opting to lay in the grass for a moment, breathing deep and looking up to the sky. Already it was blue, scant few clouds and a gentle wind really setting the tone of the day. "Guess I'll have to rest up after today then… but only after!" He forced himself to his feet, shaking his legs out and beginning to roll his shoulders. One hundred squats, sits-ups, push-ups, followed by a five-mile run. That was how nearly every morning had been for Kendo Rappa over the past two months, and it showed on his form. In addition to gaining two inches in height, he had gained even more muscle-mass than before, his weight resting at 230lbs. If he hit hard before, now his fists were simply weapons, and were considered as such to the teenager himself. Callouses and scars across his fingers and knuckles showed just how often he strengthened them, and the lengths he was willing to go, gladly so.

He walked across the open field of the park, hands in his pockets as he reminisced. "Can't believe this is where I got my ass kicked," He chuckled to himself, walking up to the very area that his body hit the ground after being hit with Toshinori's strike. The patch had been mostly grown over, but there were still the familiar clumps of scuffed dirt that he refused to forget about. "Just gotta reach that old man's level of strength, and I'll never lose again," He said, smiling fondly at the memory. He was never bitter about his first loss: he embraced it, let the motivation push his body as far as it could go. "Oookay then, time to work these shoulders and fists!" He laughed, cracking his knuckles and moving up to his favourite punching-bag. Said bag was in reality an ancient, rotting tree that sat right in the middle of the park, easily ten feet wide. Nobody really wanted to remove it, especially after a construction-vehicle and even a strength-quirk user failed to do so several years ago .Even now, there were still a handful of rotting trees in the park, though Kendo swore that their numbers were dropping. Despite being dead, this particular one was harder than steel, and as such made the perfect sandbag for Kendo. Even two months in, he had only managed to make about half a foot of damage into it. He was never one to back down from a challenge though. 'The old man could probably tear through this thing in a single blow. It might take me a million, but I'll be the first!'

Kendo grit his teeth, clenched his fists, and began to throw out his usual barrage of punches, a deep and booming *THUD-THUD-THUD* echoing through the park while the tree shook violently. While newcomers were driven off by the noise at the terrifying sight of the large boy tearing into a tree, regulars to the area actively watched him. One such regular was an extremely small lady who looked to be in her mid-fifties, greying hair and kind eyes very much giving off the impression of a kind woman. "Keep up the work young man!" She called out to Kendo as she took her morning stroll. "Make sure that you don't hurt yourself!"

"I'll be fine ma'am, don't worry about me!" He laughed back, continuing to drill away at the steely oak. Simple as his training was, it was truly helping him with his quirk. Before, he could only manage a flurry of around five seconds at most: constant training over the past two months had easily tripled the time he could have it active, and he continued to push its limits bit by bit, all while conditioning his fists to never break. They never did, and he intended to keep them that way. When he had to drop his quirk, he punched without it. Not as fast, not by a longshot, but he still hit like a tank, and for someone as simple as Kendo Rappa, that's all you needed to win. From eight thirty right up until noon, he stood firm and continued to punch away, even with sweat dripping from his soaked shirt under the sun. "Wheeeew… starving…" He muttered, finally stopping and examining his fists. His knuckles were raw, small splits in his callouses staining his hands in blood. 'Nowhere near as much bleeding like last week. Good.' Grunting, he shook his hands and trudged back to the bench where he had laid his small bag on and opened it, taking out a bottle of water and draining it quickly. The Bento-box he had managed to fit in there was also subsequently devoured. He sighed and rested on the bench for a while letting his cuts scab over.

'That was… what, sixteen second flurries now? That's not bad, but if I need to put someone down for good, I'll have to work my way up to at least one full minute! If I can do that, I know I'll stand a chance against the old man!'

"Uwoooaah, I've gone and gotten myself all fired up again!" He roared, leaping to his feet and tossing his bottle into a trashcan. Normally he would stop here, but there was nobody stopping his burning blood now. "I'll reach twenty seconds today, mark my words!" He jogged up to the tree, grinning like a madman and rolling his shoulders. Once more, he grit his teeth, clenched his fist and-!

*CRACK!*

He paused. "The hell?" He muttered, swearing that he heard something. He shook his head, clenching his fist again to-

"YAAH!"

*CRACK!*

The entire tree shook, and Kendo's eyes went wide. 'It shakes almost as much when I punch it!' He was quick to make his way around the tree, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight of the person on the other side. Quite short, barely standing at five-feet and one, maybe two inches in height. Still, Kendo had been the smaller guy in fights before, and he knew that size didn't make a fighter. This girl was definitely a fighter. Deeply tanned skin was clearly shown off by her t-shirt and loose shorts, though they also did nothing to hide her powerful musculature, along with her bleeding shins that still had a few small bits of wood in them. Pale white hair was matted with sweat, along with the slightly fluffy bunny-ears sticking up from the top of her head. Her hair didn't hide the look of raw excitement and the giant grin on her well-shaped face, her red eyes gleaming and she threw another blinding kick. Glancing behind her, Kendo saw the numerous other dead trees that had been mowed down by her. Even if none of them compared to the size of this one, it was still incredible.

"So you're the one who took care of the other trees!" He called out, waving over to her. She stopped, surprised by his sudden appearance. She glanced down, her own eyebrows going up in surprise at his bleeding fists. "Yeah, that's me. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you're the one who's been working at this hunk of dead wood for the past while huh?"

"Two months now I've been working on this damn thing," He laughed, tapping the bark with his knuckles. "Won't even budge, for cryin out loud, though I managed to carve out about six inches around my side. Still, a punching bag ain't doing its job if it can't stand up to my fists!" The rabbit-girl raised an eyebrow, curious.

"You a boxer or something?"

"Nah, I'm going to U.A in the next three months, so I'm working my ass off. Never had this much fun though!" He laughed.

"Oooh, you're training for the entrance exam too! Well damn, looks like I've got someone's else ass to kick," She chuckled, her grin absolutely predatory. Ironic considering her quirk. Kendo sneered at the challenge, the tell-tale heat in his blood beginning to rise. "Oh? So you wanna throw some hands, Usagi? Don't bite off more than you can chew." Sparks flew in between them as they almost literally clashed heads.

"SHAAA!"

"URYAA!"

She leapt straight up, her right leg blurring into a blazing-fast roundhouse kick while Kendo swing a right-hook with all his might, his knuckles crashing against the top of her foot with a ringing *BANG*. Both of them were thrown back, rolling to get back to their feet and grunting as they felt how numb their respective limbs were. 'He/she's just as strong as I am!' Even with their damage, they couldn't stop smiling as they rushed each other once more. She dove right in, her left leg arcing down as an angle that sliced right through air, crashing into Kendo's hasty guard. "It ain't gonna be that easy!" He roared, lashing out a Quirk-infused straight-left to her gut that landed clean. Even with the point-blank impact, she ground her teeth and hooked her instep around his wrist, twisting her core as hard as she could and tearing open his guard before blasting her heel into his nose. The impact blinded him, but he knew where her foot was and wrapped his hand around her ankle, throwing her clean off of his face.

She didn't even hit the ground, tucking into a flip and springing off a single foot to launch herself right at him again. 'Shit, she's fuckin' skilled too!' He thought as be barely managed to block another one of her kicks. 'Still… I've got size…!' He clenched his fist and threw it out to intercept her side-kick, knuckles meeting heel. 'And weight!'

'Brawling-style, his size and muscles should slow him down… but he's damn quick!' She thought as her foot went numb. 'He knows how to throw a punch, and he's quick to adapt. Plus, we may have the same power, but his size'll let him hit like a train!' Both of them could only grin even wider at they threw their heart and soul into the fight. It became a constant back-and-forth battle, her agility proving too much for him at times before he suddenly managed to explode with a quick and timely counter. The battle continued for ten straight minutes. Little by little, they were worn down with more and more damage piling up. Cuts, scrapes, bruises, and even small fractures (unbeknownst to them) began to pop up. In combination with their respective training in the mornings, they were absolutely exhausted. She couldn't afford to jump all over the place anymore, and his arms and shoulders burned like crazy. Still they smiled, pacing around in a circle.

'My arms feel like goddamned lead! But… she's on her last legs as well. We've both got just enough for one more big finisher, and I know that she'll go for it.' He started to roll his shoulders, grinning in anticipation.

'Big bastard won't go down with some wimpy-ass kick. I gotta use my Killer Move before he can react with one of his own!' They both stopped, shaking with both excitement and exhaustion, though they refused to fall to the latter. Using the last of her strength, she bounded forward like a rocket, her body tucked tight to gain insane momentum before her leg straightened over her head. Kendo roared as he rocketed his fist into an uppercut, his fist swinging so fast that the grass was flattened by the force thanks to his subconscious use of his Quirk.

"LUNA FALL!"

"RISING WRATH!"

*BANG*

Her axe-kick chopped right down onto the top of his head while his upper crashed right into her jaw, both of their eyes rolling into their heads before they both collapsed on the ground in a heap, completely unconscious.

Several hours later…

Kendo woke with a start, moving to sit up quickly before immediately clutching his pounding skull. "Fuuuuuck…" He groaned, opting to lay back down, staring at the slightly orange sky.

"Four in the afternoon," A voice called out, Kendo gently turning his head to the side. She still there, massaging her jaw. "We've been out for about three and a half hours."

"Mmn," He grunted, both of them silent before they burst into laughter. "Holy crap usagi, you knocked me clean out!" He roared.

"Says you, you big bastard, my damn jaw feels like its been torn clean off!" He cackled, both of them forced to stop before their laughter split their skulls open. "We callin' this one a draw or what?" He asked, still chuckling a bit.

"Draw," She agreed, resting her hands behind her head. "You're the first person to ever fight me to a draw, you know that?" Kendo grinned widely. He had found his equal.

"Go figure, same here. What's your name Usagi?"

"Funny you should say that," The girl laughed, turning her head to grin at him. "Rumi Usagiyama."

"…your family name is Mountain-rabbit?"

"Hey, I'm not the one making this shit up," She laughed. "What about you?"

"Kendo Rappa, toughest… nah." The pause made her look at him in concern.

"Whadda you mean 'nah'?" She asked.

"Wanted to call myself the toughest man in the world, but after today… don't think I'm the only one who can deserve that title." For some reason, he could tell that she was grinning happily at that.

"Careful now, you're gonna make my head swell up."

"Oh don't worry," He shot back, groaning as he sat up. "I'll make sure I'll pull ahead and take it for myself."

"Hah! Cheeky prick. You had my interest, but now you've got my respect Big-guy."

"Same here Usagi." They both grinned at each other, sitting up and bumping fists. It was certainly a strange start to a friendship, but it was a friendship regardless, one that neither of them would ever regret.

A.N: Bet you didn't expect that huh?