Wrath-Mori

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Everyone knew Mori as the forgiving person, the caring but quiet person. At least, that's how he was portrayed in the host club. Outside of that, he was still quiet and caring, but he had a wilder side, a street fighter side.

It was commonly known in his neighborhood that it was horribly detrimental to your health to speak badly of the reigning national kendo champion. He would find you, and he would hurt you when he did.

Currently, Mori had just finished tracking down someone who wished to challenge him. They thought that they were so much better than him. But they hadn't challenged him to a kendo match, they wanted to street fight with him, to prove to everyone that they could beat the great Takashi Morinozuka.

As always, Mori had accepted the challenge and in fact, greeted it with an air of harsh confidence. The two young men across from each other began their battle in the most common way, by shooting death glares at each other. After the initial staring match had ceased, both took a more aggressive, fighting stance, and the real battle began.

The other guy, a young man from Mori's neighborhood by the name of Hiro, made the first move by throwing a punch that Mori easily blocked. Giving a small grunt of effort, Mori threw back his leg, and dealt a crushing blow to Hiro's head.

Hiro, now dizzy and nearly unconscious, stumbled to regain what little stamina he had left. After his vision was no longer blurred, in an act of fury, he drew back his fists and combined them into one mass attack on Mori's abdomen. Grunting a little from the pain, Mori temporarily keeled over, before landing yet another extraordinary blow to Hiro's face.

The battle continued on like this, and the longer it went on; the more people seemed to gather around the two boys, watching in awe at the fight that was going on. It seemed that many people had gotten wind of Hiro's little challenge, and they'd come to watch and decide whether Hiro was a brilliant fighter, or an insane person. After a while, it became apparent that it was the latter. With every blow that Mori dealt, Hiro's confidence seemed to transform into fear. He knew that he was going to lose; he just hoped he hadn't involuntarily committed suicide by fighting Mori. For five more minutes the fight dragged on, before Mori decided that it had been enough, and in one swift motion, finished Hiro with an uppercut.

As soon as Hiro fell to the ground, his friends came and dragged him away. When they were sure that they'd put him out of harm's way, the five friends began to advance on Mori. Mori was completely appalled and enraged. This was a complete disgrace to the fighting spirit. A 5-on-1 match was hardly fair, even though he was certain that he could beat those punks. Feeling the familiar flow of adrenaline course through his body, fueled by rage, Mori once again took a fighting stance, ready to take on those punks who had insulted the spirit of street fighting.

They tried to attack him all at once, unaware of his ability to block attacks and strike at the same time, as well as his world-renowned peripheral vision that made him a very difficult opponent to defeat. Sometimes, he landed blows on his own, other times it was as simple as moving out of the way so that they'd attack each other, dealing friendly fire. His agility and amazing strategy, as well as the rage he had, left Hiro's friends completely dumbfounded. It was almost as if Mori was a super-being, someone not human.

Seeing the looks on their faces, Mori knew it was over. But still he wondered, why did he get like this when he fought? Rage was a very rare feeling for Mori, who was always the calm yet deadly one. And why was it that he only got worked up when he was fighting? Even if one of his friends were in danger or hurt, he never felt the same rage that he did when he was in combat with someone, whether it be on the streets or in a tournament, the same form of rage never appeared. 'Hnn,' Mori thought, having temporarily forgotten that he was in a fight, 'here they come.'

Grunting, Mori threw one of the guys onto the floor, knocking him unconscious. He'd have to think about controlling his anger another day.