I had been planning to show Arthur more of the town today, even if it was a snow day, when he told me he had left some of his things at school. My mind whirred at his statement. I had suspicions that the snow fight was today, and was reluctant to go, but didn't have a good enough reason to say no. I resigned myself to playing hide and seek with the cast again.

We arrived at the school. Luckily the snow ball fight hadn't begun yet. It begun while Arthur was retrieving his things.

I heard an explosion and twitched. Arthur spun around, alarmed.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" I gave him my best clueless smile.

"Hear that explosion."

"I didn't hear anything, Arthur." Channel mum, channel mum, channel mum...

"Huh." He frowned, and shrugged. "I must be hearing things. Anyway, I found what I was looking for, so you can show me around some more of the town now."

He started heading towards the front gate. I caught him by the shoulders and spun him around.

"Let's leave by the back gate!"

The Brit looked at me strangely, even more so when I began humming loudly to cover the sound of the explosions, but allowed me to steer him to the back of the school. "Okay...?"

Crisis avoided.

It was the school's opening anniversary today, so it was closed. It was also the day for Yamamoto's training. There really was nothing that could possibly involve me in this, so I could relax.

Arthur decided to spend the day skyping his family. I decided to spend the day outside, enjoying life. When you were given a second chance at life, you tended to do things you didn't do much in your past.

So I was just taking a walk and found myself near one of the local dojos. I squinted against the light reflecting off the sign. Yabe Dojo. Hm.

I flipped open The Book. Yep. It was. In the next chapter of this world, Tsuna would join forces with Ryohei to protect this dojo from having their signboard taken.

There was no harm in taking a look right now, though. I walked under the sign and into the shade of the building. Inside, several boys were training. Their movements were neat and agile, unlike mine, which were sloppy and relied purely on superior strength and speed. Maybe I should watch some more and get some tips.

I had been watching attentively for a while, noting the way the fighters moved, when an old man, who I presumed to be the master of the dojo, approached.

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked.

"Hm?" I looked up in surprise.

"You've been watching our dojo's main fighting group for some time now."

"Oh, sorry, I'm probably being a bother." I stood up to leave. The old man stopped me with a motion of his hands.

"No, no, not at all. In fact, I think they may be performing better. I was just wondering why you were here. Not many girls watch fighting."

I sat back down. "Hm, well, not only do I watch fighting, I can actually fight myself." I smiled up at him. "But my fighting style is quite sloppy, so I was just watching your students in hope of picking something up."

The man stroked his tiny goatee.

"I see. Would you like to fight against some of my students?" he offered. "We can help you refine your fighting style."

I blinked at him surprise. "That would be amazing if you could, but wouldn't I be disrupting your training? I heard you have a tournament soon."

"It's fine," he smiled. "Also, it might do my students some good to fight against a less conventional fighter. I feel that they know each other's ways of fighting too well to be effective training."

"I see. I'll accept your offer then." I bowed to him. He directed me to the spare uniforms and then the bathroom.

Once I was changed, I walked back to the main room. There was a boy standing with the dojo master.

"You're finally done. I just realized we don't know your name yet." he said.

I apologized and introduced myself, tying my too long hair into a bun. I frowned. Maybe I should get a haircut.

The dojo master introduced the boy as Hamasaki. I nodded at him respectfully, and he nodded back.

We were led to the mat where we were to spar. The well-muscled boy stood in front of me.

"Sawada-san here is a street fighter, so you should be prepared for unorthodox moves. The reason we are doing this is so you can defend yourself against skilled street fighters as well as other martial artists. Points are awarded when your opponent hits the floor. First to five points wins. Punches to the groin, joints, and above the neck are prohibited. That is all. Understood?" When we both nodded, he stepped off the mat and gave us the signal to start.

Hamasaki immediately darted in and threw a few punches. I blocked them, and returned the favour. He failed to block one of my hits and the air rushed out of his lungs in surprise at the force of my punches. I couldn't blame him. Normal young teen girls weren't supposed to be that strong.

He recovered quickly and went in again with a few more punches, then opted for a kick to my side. I was brought off balance only slightly and swept his other leg out from under him. Hamasaki hit the floor. One point for me.

He got up, and we resumed the fight. It was rather fun, fighting against a non-street fighter, although the no punches to specific areas rule was a little restricting. I had to keep reminding myself and moving my hands away those places, making me less focused on the match.

In the end though, I won, with only one point to him. The dojo master gave me tips on how to neaten my moves, then sent me on my way, and I returned home with a sense of accomplishment.

It had been a good day.

Omake - Déjà vu

"B-boss, are you really going to eat all that?" Romario asked, eying the chocolates that the Vongola Decimo's sister had made and being flooded with a sense of déjà vu. Dino nodded stubbornly.

"Yes. She made them just for me. I'd be disrespecting her if I didn't eat it all."

"Still..."

"I've already eaten her cooking once. I'll live."

"If you say so. Just don't say I didn't warn you." he muttered off to the side.

Dino stared at the chocolates in front of him, steeling himself for the fire that would soon scorch his mouth. He picked one up and popped it in his mouth. His eyes grew watery, and he started sniffing. The blond boss tried to grin at Romario.

"See? It's not so bad." said Dino, tears now beginning to stream down his red face. Romario sighed.

"I'll go get the milk. Again."

Omake 2 - Other Sawada

Tsuna was being stared at by an old man. The old man suddenly turned to Ryohei.

"Does he have a sibling?"

Ryohei nodded. "He has a sister, just like me!"

"Oh, no wonder. His sister came into the dojo the other day. She proved to be an excellent fighter. So now that we have her brother, our dojo should be well protected!"

"Eh?!" exclaimed Tsuna. "Wait, what?! No, I can't fight!"

His protests were ignored, and he was given a bullshit excuse by Reborn. Something about the mafia's duty including the protection of civilians. Tsuna sighed, and gave in. He still wondered what the other Sawada child got up to in her spare time though.

Eh, this chapter. Obviously I don't know karate, nor any other kind of martial art. Hell, I barely get off my butt all day.

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