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-Ya shut the hell up! One cannot take a fuckin’ nap cuz’ some idiots will forget him inside a fuckin’ deathtrap! – Gen roared at Samjaz, a bit calmer after he managed to connect a hit. Finally he cleared a bit his head and he managed to perceive other sensorial inputs and noticed Kelly and Mary speaking, his senses being very keen. He turned around still enraged and shook his fist at them. –Stop plotting ya two! I ain’t have time for ya idiots tryin’ to tackle me! - As he angrily shouted at them he kept hearing Crown banging the door and turned to it. He used a shockwave blow, usually useful against armored foes, the attack made the force go through materials and affect the insides of it, in this case the door was the armor and the room was the insides. He didn’t punched with killing intent, only a gentle nod to warmly tell however was inside to shut up. –SHUT THE FUCK UP WHOMEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE! - He roared in anger as his fist touched the door and let out a powerful non-lethal shockwave from the other side. After he exhaled strongly he turned back to Samjaz. –Now, where the fuck is Phantom!? I came here to pay him a visit; I heard weird shit about him in London.-
Kuro-san walked the crowded streets with ease, every soul that laid eyes upon him quickly forgot about his very existence. Some may call this a curse, but for him was the perfect weapon, anonymity, something he strived for during his criminal career, usually by misdirection and deception was now not only almost perfect, the only thing that ticked the usually unmovable man was the fact that he didn’t achieved this skill by himself and had to relay on the Conceptual Entity trapped inside the medal. Soon enough he arrived to the café and saw his contact, the large, brash and buffed Eastern Ogre, surely a brute. With the powers of the Medal the Former Emperor scanned the mind of the 5 Number and copied the memories about the Ogre Language, thus he would be able to understand the powerful Warrior. –Greetings Eastern Ogre, glad you could make it here. - Even if he said that, his face didn’t show any emotion whatsoever. –The job today is simple; you must serve as bodyguard for my short visit to Aoki Aoimizuan, an Osaka based Gangster as he carries some information about individuals of particular interest to my plans. Finish whatever you ordered and we can leave. - Kuro-san crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on the chair.
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-Go!- Gen tried to punch Samjaz once more, surely failing as he threw it on a wide arc –FUCK!!- Once again he tried surely to avail swatting the air with a fierce sound. –YOURSELF!!!- This time around he didn’t make a wide swing, after seeing Samjaz evade once he already knew what to do and threw a feint and mid swing he shifted into his right leg and threw a straight instead of a jab, going much faster than before and much more accurate, Samjaz wasn’t the only that got stronger after a year. The Boxer didn’t care for somebody calling him freak, for the moment his mind was filled with thoughts of wanting to get Samjaz a bloody nose at least.
-Yes! Gen Shishioh is the name and punchin’ fuckers is my game, don’t worry pops, I only came rushing as I did, cuz’ I had to use yer fancy crapper- Curiously in a good mood after avoiding beating the shit out a butler Gen walked towards the location he was pointed, but as he was getting closer he remembered his secondary goal, considering Samjaz was here. Almost a year ago Gen decided to take a nap on the Mansion Floor of the Hellscraper, but the others seemingly forgot about him and continued their journey, when Gen woke up nobody was there. The Hot-Blooded Boxer insides started to burn again, but this time not out of need of a bathroom, but out of anger. As he walked he stepped harder and harder, ignoring others passing besides him until he saw Samjaz, exiting a room. Gen, who was trying to be more easy-going with others forgot about Reiji’s lessons and rushed forward with murder on his eyes. He threw a punch towards Samjaz face. –This is what ya get for forgetting me in that bloody Hellscraper you Keyblade Asshole!!!-
-I just told ya old fuck! I came to take a shit on yer fancy bathroom…. And to visit my pal Phantom! Not to mention greet that Keyblade wieldin’ asshole Samjaz and thank him for somethin’ that happened almost a year ago…- Gen was starting to get pissed at Wordsworth attitude, he had the same conflictive relation with his own family butler, so this brought some nostalgic thoughts to his head. The Boxer veins started to pulsate on his forehead and his neck, signaling he was losing his patience swiftly.
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-Okay…whatever you say. - Gen was confused to say the least, as he just heard that Andrew came from another planet. Considering how much weird shit he had seen this shouldn’t be so surprising, but still, aliens!? That was weird, even for a guy that could punch cars into rubble or take bullets to the head. –I’m from Tokyo…- The Hot-Blooded Boxer returned the courtesy of speaking about his homeland, but he was still a bit confused. At least they had finally arrived; bringing the crates to the Dojo was a short trip.
Almost nobody lifted their hands, Tetsu and Lei Sheng face brutal defeats, Kojiro lacked a style to declare the strongest, Raisa was the same, Hebi wasn’t present, Toramaru was still too dazed on the mysterious room, Xi’ai was too humble and lacked the confidence to declare it and the only one who lifted her hand was Reiko, that did it with childish enthusiasm, shaking it from side to side.
Lei Sheng was a bit surprised, maybe this was just another humbling experience, from the first moment he thought that Ross was a pity admission or maybe he had enough money to do so, but this skill could be of outmost importance to the School, especially when it came to the Inazuma Style of Warfare. –This is certainly an amazing skill Ankle biter…- He looked around, getting to be friends with this kid could prove very useful in the future, so it would be for the best to try to get along. –Thank you, I don’t think we have been properly introduced, I’m Lei Sheng Conroy, but my friends call me Wallaby.-
Kotetsu eyes went cold; he vanished from his location as if he was made of mist and reappeared with his gun placed against Sarutobi’s back. His movement was flawless and invisible, except for master level fighters. If he wanted he could blow a hole in the Tai-chi User shoulder. –Check the school rules brash fuck! Physical Punishment is allowed and I’m about to exercise that right. Learn your place and serve as an example for your classmates. -
Gen flushed the toilette and washed his hands, relieved from his rushed situation. He stretched a bit inside the bathroom, used some deodorant without asking permission and then cleaned up a bit using a towel. After sweeping all the sweat he could the dropped the towel over the sink without much care, leaving it all wrinkled. –Ahhhh, I feel like 1 ton lighter, I’m never gonna eat that crappy fish and chips again.- The Hotblooded spoke as he stretched his over his head and exited the bathroom, closing the door with his foot in a very rude and loud manner. Just then he noticed the butler and heard his question. –Sorry geezer, but I really needed to use the crapper, ya know, runnin’ from London to this mansion after lunch was a bad idea *BURP*- He loudly burped as he replied to Wordsworth. He scratched the side of his face and had a sudden idea. - Do ya know where the shavin’ foam is? I ain’t had time to shave after beatin’ the crap of that fopsy brit boxer back in London…- If you looked for lack of manners in the dictionary, Gen would surely appear.
The thundering steps of Gen arrived to the Mansion Grounds, he could feel the Spirit of Sam, Hitomi and Aleister inside, but currently he was worried about other matters, more personal, as he rushed through the fields and shoulder bumped, or better said shoulder blew-the-shit-out-off the door of the Mansion and searched for the nearest bathroom, running up the stairs, leaving his footprints carved into the shiny tiles of the entrance and the marble steps of the staircase. He slammed the door shut and let out what could only be described as a roar of relief, as he emptied his bowels on Phantom’s Mansion toilette.
Gundam is filled with them
Char "The Red Comet" Aznable
Johnny "The Crimson Lighting" Ridden
Amuro "The White Devil/Unicorn" Ray
Master Asia "Touhou Fuhai" (The Undefeated of the East)
Zechs "The Lighting Count" Marquise
Mu La Flaga "The Hawk of Endymion"
Andrew "Desert Tiger" Watfield (Shout out to Erwin Rommel)
Anavel "Nightmare of Solomon" Gato
And the list goes on and on
Jackpot! Sleeping and Eating all day long....
What if you were told you are the only hope for mankind, but you need to use a Pink leotard with purple frills to access your powers, and you cant cover it up with anything? Would you do it?
A man leaned over a fence already in rural England, he whistled without a care in his world enjoying a free and lazy day. He planned to take a nap after some more whistling, but he saw something in the corner of his eye, something was speeding towards his position through the road. –Bloody city folk with their bloody cars, always ruining a perfect day. - He said while closing his jacket, but soon enough he noticed that wasn’t a car, as it didn’t make any motor noises, but instead he could hear profanity, with heavy Asian accent. He noticed that the dust cloud wasn’t that, but gravel from the road, being scooped by the feet of a man running, faster than any man he saw before. The blur passed him by in a heartbeat, a man covered in blue flames and insulting his lungs out, as a bat coming out from hell. The farmer looked the road, filled with the trail of deeply carved footprints. Whoever that man was he was in a rush.
-FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! Why the fuck did I eat before comin’ here, does fish and chips are startin’ to make a fuckin’ musical number on my guts- Gen sweated as he run, hoping to see a service station or a roadside dinner to no luck, he had no toilet on sight and maybe he even passed one considering how fast he was running. In a handful of minutes, that would seem a shitload *giggle* for him, he would arrive to the Mansion, possibly break through the door, find the first bathroom he could find and then try to find Phantom….
-So, where are ya guys from exactly? - Gen asked, trying not to be his usual overly aggressive self, the Imperial as he easily lifted the crate and held it one handed over his shoulder. The Boxer was quite intrigued about the Imperials, most of them seemed occidentals, but they had something he couldn’t classify that seemed awfully familiar.
Kojiro took a bit and rubbed it on his the worst of his own wounds before throwing it to Tetsu that was barely able to grab it and looked at the Delinquent with tired eyes. –Don’t think I’m going to rub that on you Karate Bastard! I still think you are a half-assed fighter, don’t get gay on me.- The Youngest Yamanaka didn’t even had the strength to retort and started applying the ointment before throwing it back to Slim.
Toramaru whistled in admiration. –Wow! I’ve never seen magic so strange and I was born in a community with at least 6 mages. – The Young Myth Villager looked around with almost hyperactive interest, checking every corner. As Toramaru looked around Lei Sheng finally stopped babbling and stood up, feeling a lot better, he stretched and asked –Anybody saw the plates of the truck that run me over?- Toramaru eager to help replied. –I saw no motor vehicle in the dojo, the one that defeated you is called Slim. - He said that with a completely innocent tone, not an inch of sarcasm in the answer. Lei Sheng glared at him, still thinking he was joking, but didn’t pursue that conversation and instead looked around. –Where the blazes are we? - He asked shifting anger for surprises.
Kotetsu and Fukitsuna looked at each other, the first gave out a sinister smile while the other let out a sigh and nodded, as if he allowed something he didn’t liked. The Gun Totting Ninja smiled under his mask and turned to Sarutobi. –Yes! You surely got a prize after losing a fight, arriving later than all the students that are already here and being so eager for a prize.- His sarcasm was evident. –Do you want to know which prize you have won? A BELLY FULL OF BULLETS IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR TRAP MAGGOT!- Kotetsu went from fake sweet to full on drill sergeant in less than a heartbeat as he got a custom desert eagle out f his back holster aiming at Sarutobi
Gen noticed something as he kept walking. The face palm he gave his own forehead caused a small shockwave and some alarms of nearby cars started ringing after the glasses of said cars were destroyed. –FUCK ME! FUCK!!!! I don’t fuckin’ know where his house is! FUCK!!! – Very pissed at his stupidity, one he was slowly started to be aware off the Hot-Blooded Boxer started punching the nearest thing, unluckily for some poor sap it was a car, a car that Gen totaled as he shouted insults and curses that would chill the blood of the toughest men, and while he did the medal on his lapel shined brightly, a fact unknown to Gen. After the car was reduced to scrap metal the Former Delinquent managed to calm himself down, and with this calm the medal stopped shining. Upon this time of clam he realized that he could try to track Aleister through his Fighting Spirit, as it was a subproduct of Ki it meant anybody could have it so he looked for a high place and tried to meditate.
For the first 15 minutes Gen had many troubles to focus, his own personality and the amazing amount of people in the city were his biggest obstacles, but stubborn as always he kept trying, he already located two individuals he never met before, how hard would be finding somebody that he already knew. Finally he started to pick individuals instead of a mass of energy like in most cities, he noticed Samjaz was or had been in the city sometime before, as well the Female Seamstress they meet in the Hellscraper and others he knew. He started to focus most in that group and noticed a scrap of Phantom’s Fighting Spirit, like a faint footprint, but it was in the same path as a recent trail, one of the Seamstress. In an amazing feat of logic, well amazing for Gen, he added 2+2 and thought of following the trail up north, maybe the Thief wanted another overly complicated piece of clothing on his wardrobe.
-YOSHA! Let’s go!- Gen was pumped up as he rushed following the trail north.