we are fighting dreamers. [o]

[AKIRA TENJOU]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #232323; width: 250px;] welcome to the gunshow akira bit her lip, her spine hunched legs buckling under physical exhaustion. her thin pale arms were bare and sweaty as she pressed her palms to her knees. her limbs were dreadfully sore from hours of sparring. leisurely, her hands fumbled to the half-empty water bottle sitting near her foot, its days numbered. she now stood perfectly erected holding the bottle water as she took slow strides out of the matted grass area and into the resting area where the benches and water fountain remained. in the background groups of budding martial artists trained various offensive and defenses stances, some with digimon others without them. yoyogi was significantly acknowledged for its grandiose display of digimon and pandora fighters; however, little knew that the park was a popular haven for martial artists whom enjoyed training in fresh air. it was unsurprising to most that digimon fighting became a far more popular sport than martial arts. it was 2055, after all. the existence of true martial artists thinned and more individuals were taking up digimon fighting. soon human-exclusive sports would cease to exist and that fact alone bothered akira. “good going, akira-kun. didn’t see that one comin’.” akira’s latest sparring partner exclaimed from afar, caressing his bruised chin with a strangely pleasant smile. “same time tomorrow, right? later, girl!” he hollered as he retreated elsewhere. “you kicked his ass, akira. y’know, you could defeat a rookie-leveled digimon had you wanted to.” tokomon smirked. the pink four-legged blob watched from a nearby bench as his tamer fought and came out victorious during five breathtaking battles. he’d unabashedly express his admiration toward his tamer although she never took his compliments seriously. akira was living proof to him that humans could be as strong as digimon. . “tch. i could mop the floor with anyone, even you, you little pipsqueak.” akira confidently spat back to the digimon before slamming beside it on the bench, sprawling confidently before gulping down the remaining bottled water. “duly noted.” unbeknownst to the tamer and her digimon, someone had watched the entire sparring match.

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[KAIKI HINAMORI]

Now this was interesting. At first, Kaiki had no intentions whatsoever of watching people getting pummeled, only laying on that tree branch with his pure, precious partner resting beside him. The high and thick branch became a regular spot to come to when he felt rather down, be school or home the reason for such. Laying there in the shades of the leaves had a somewhat soothing feeling engulf the boy, though it really started out as a simple imitation of an Anime character's habit. Soon, he was distracted by a small series of spars watched through the window in the gym, a woman beating a man who seemed quite helpless in the face of the girl's continuous barrage of attacks. Immediately, as a man of course, he found himself intrigued, and already applied an element to her fighting style out of simple habit. His Moonmon partner though, did not understand.

"Why are they fighting?"

She innocently asked. In all honesty, Kaiki had no idea how he should answer that question, but still tried coming up with a decent reply. He used a line from Manga as an opener, as usual, and unbeknownst to his young partner.

"Moonmon, let me teach you something nice."

In a sweeping motion, he jumped down from the branch, cushioning his land by bending his knees as soon as his feet touched the far ground, then taking a roll over his shoulder to completely reduce damage dealt to his legs. First process - complete. He then marched confidently into the gym, taking a few steps in while clapping his hands slowly before striking a rather cliche, yet acceptable pose. He obviously only tried to look cool, being that rash - as to actually pose himself as a new target for the mighty female. He straightened himself, looking at the stranger with a look of determination. With one hand on his hip, he took a second before speaking. How should he open this?

Ah yeah, of course.

"That's some impressive confidence you have there. I guess though, the latest five battles just now are enough to justify that. Consider me interested."

That should do for the while.

[AKIRA TENJOU]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #232323; width: 250px;] welcome to the gunshow tokomon gestured for his master to look in front of them as a boy hopped from an overhanging branch; and had he not even any better, would have estimated the boy to have been challenging akira to a sparring match. hm. after the boy spoke, his suspicions were verified. could this boy have been someone akira defeated before under ill circumstances or was he a secret challenger? there had been situations that the tokomon recalled involving sore losers with brazen audacity forcing re-matches upon akira due to the mortification from being defeated by a seventeen year old girl. he even accounted the time where a gang of older men, whom each were defeated by akira, encircled her one evening with the ill intentions of ganging up on her. needless to say, akira’s talent came with its disadvantages; however, she persevered in stride. “hmm?” akira blinked with perplexity as the male eyed her with a sense of competitive buoyancy. god, can’t he see i’m fucking tired… “you’re gonna have to wait in line with the rest of the losers that wanna beat my face off, you got that?” she sternly told the boy, somewhat still out of breath. the tokomon gushed as he watched the scene unfold, thinking that his tamer was quite cool.

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[KAIKI HINAMORI]

From the way she said it, basically Kaiki was called a loser. His eyebrow twitched at her rude way of speech, though he could understand where that apathetic tone of speech came from. Nobody would like to have another fight after five straight ones, and from the looks of it this girl was done with her session. Though her self-praising statement honestly irritated the boy, Kaiki knew better than to pull the trigger right away -- going as planned. Moonmon rested on the tree branch, worried about her tamer seeing how he was dealing with that monster of a woman. Was he aware of who he was messing with? Did he even know what is he doing? The answer is no, he did not. But it was worth the shot.

"Oh no, no way. I wouldn't wanna fight you now. Instead..."

He really endured the need to cuss at her and recklessly jump in, knowing that here he's required to use his wits, rather brawn. Kaiki wasn't even sure he could land a hit on the girl if he didn't get in his rhythm firsthand, posing a problem in the unintentional intimidation. Of course, this way would be safest -- and already he prepared a backup plan, estimating that the odds of his request actually being answered positively being pretty close to zero.

"I'd like to join your side. So please."

His body arched, forming 90 degrees with his arms beside his body. A formal bow, matching the scenery.

"Teach me, Sensei; the way of the fist."

[AKIRA TENJOU]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #232323; width: 250px;] welcome to the gunshow akira fell silent. if he did not want to spar then why was he blocking her sunlight and babbling nonsense? it all seemed like a waste of time; surely he wanted something. the tokomon alongside her wore a confused expression, also trying to decipher the reason as to why the boy hopped down in front of her. as the boy mentioned something about joining her. she quirked and eyebrow, as did the beast four-legged beast beside her. “no way. akira joins no one.” the tokomon boasted, his rotund chest swelled with pride. he had everlasting faith in his partners’ skills, perhaps too much. “what?” her feminine features went from weary to downright strained. he must have been kidding. this must have been a joke, but no, the young male showed no signs of comicality. “you serious?” she gawked before bursting into full blown laughter from the boy’s overly mannerly bow. although she had little qualms with teaching the small prepubescent children basic martial arts in downtown tokyo, she instantly rejected taking any other people under her wing that hadn’t owned a membership at the dojo. “um… get a membership at the kamikaze dojo, then we can talk.” she stated, tossing the bottle she held to the left without taking so much of a glance of where she’d tossed it; amazingly enough the bottle made it seamlessly into the anchored trashcan.

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[KAIKI HINAMORI]

Of course they would laugh. Nobody does such formal things anymore, not in the year 2055. Despite that fact, Kaiki -- being the hardcore Otaku he was -- couldn't help but try imitating a character from an old series in attempt to fail at the request. He wanted to get in trouble and expected the girl to turn him down, probably snobbishly shooing him away the moment she was done with her laughter. Though he did learn at least that the girl's name was Akira, from what the little white, legged ball said, claiming her 'Akira-Sensei' accordingly to his request. But very surprisingly, it appears he was taken seriously enough. Truly an interesting development. So for the while, just go ahead and play along, right?

"Of course, Sensei. ... But... How do I get it?"

It occurred to the boy he could challenge one of the martial artists in the back for the membership, but he had nothing to wage in return. He could resort to a simple challenge call, though that would cause him a misuse of 'martial arts' and probably immediate rejection by the dojo master. There was a safe, hopefully not too long way, and that was easy enough to pull: a legal way. Though, Kaiki seriously had no idea what should he do besides coming to wherever the register or counter is and claiming his determination and will, paying in the end; surely there was something else.

[AKIRA TENJOU]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #232323; width: 250px;] welcome to the gunshow “well first stop calling me sensei—it’s annoying.” Akira replied dryly while rolling her golden-red eyes. “I don’t just train random strangers off the street how to fight, especially not an enemy Pandoran fighter.” now standing, akira took the glance to thoroughly examine the boys’ features; she couldn’t help but find his appearance a bit goofy. She then guessed his age. Judging by his soft features, he couldn’t be over the age of eighteen—which meant he was most likely inexperienced with martial arts and was probably one of those undisciplined kids who simply found it ‘cool’ because of how martial arts had been portrayed in the media. “you don’t have what it takes to learn under me, regardless.” She explained with a shrug, falling into a defensive position with one foot forward and the other anchored her balance. Both her arms extended forward in typical kung fu format. She nodded, gesturing for him to try her. ”humor me.”

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[KAIKI HINAMORI]

Well, it was more or less expected; He was still in his Otaku uniform, which meant a different treatment to others, namely using Sensei as a way of addressing the female on this very particular case. It wasn't the most acceptable thing nowadays, he knew, but it was still worth a shot. Looks like here the preference was a no-name for the while. 'Well, it was more or less expected.'

Did she mistake him for Pandora though...? Also, fellow Pandoran? Did that mean she was a recruited fighter for Pandora? That could explain the Digimon.

Kaiki left absolutely no time for resting -- seeing how the girl did recover a bit of Stamina in that short amount of time they conversed; he dug his own hole, but it wasn't like he couldn't get out from it. He went with a simple and readable theory, sprinting at her like that and in almost less than a second already closing the gap between their bodies. The theory, as expected, was that he should attack her if at all, when she's weakened -- in this case, out of breath. What Kaiki had to look out for though, was most likely the amount of time her body could keep going before becoming strained, a reason to go passively defensive on her; if you couldn't exploit your opponent's weaknesses, you made them come to you. His firm punch gesture was very predictable, even taking his hand back to sign he's about to strike -- a direct punch aimed at the center of the torso, both legs in a slight widespread to maintain balance and stand in the face of any upcoming attacks. His left hand was at his chest level, ready for any upcoming impact. This gesture copied almost perfectly a Chinese martial arts pose.

Kaiki packed enough power behind that punch to - if it connected - most likely send an opposing human body falling down a meter or two. It was predictable for a reason -- that is, see what he's up against. Depending on her reaction to it, he would recalculate his field and foe. However, he wasn't a sucker as to throw a test attack with no strength in it, in the rare case this woman decides to actually take the strike or attack against it, but he was also not dishonoring that much as to use a faint or a sucker punch. This was just a test, after all.

That's right. Thanks to being discriminated, Kaiki had fought on the streets time and time again. He was no amateur, in battle experience at the very least.

[AKIRA TENJOU]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #232323; width: 250px;] welcome to the gunshow akira smirked smugly as the boy charged at her with tremendous speed. his fist appeared firm as iron as that was the only thing the redhead paid attention too within the shortening period of time before both their bodies entered close proximity with each other. she was the kind of fighter who enjoyed letting the other strike first in battle with the aspiration of using their strength against them, also exhausting them as she reposed. it was a rather efficient initial strategy which often times certified victory. as kaiki neared she reentered a defensive mode, this time softening her fingers so they could eat his punch and also redirect his body weight to the left as she evaded most of the impact. she gasped in exhaustion, now feeling the toll her body was taking after engaging in a sixth sparring match. ignoring the incessant burning of her limbs, she pivoted forward so that she was behind the young martial artist before forcefully palming his back so that if it hit, he fell forward.

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[KAIKI HINAMORI]

While generally holding high respects for most people in the world that did not make clear fun of his ears and tail or his preference in hobbies, for an honorable boy Kaiki's fighting style was rather nasty -- throwing psyche hits and test attacks hidden behind the mask of an entirely different style all to exploit the enemy weaknesses and strengths, then strike at either one to break the armor or the spear of the foe. Not like that did he survive in brawls all his life, but rather with a fiery flurry and speed that doesn't seem to stop even if the mauve-eyed boy's body does take blows. This little bout to determine if Kaiki would become a student or not, was no exception.

As expected, she did react to his punch, with a more likely method of setting it off course, to the lad's right and her left. The main aim, advance g forward and taking advantage of Kaiki's off-guard state, most likely attacking him when he's off-balance from the front or above, from one of his less guarded sides or the fully open back. As hell as if Kaiki would fall for that. Despite being forcefully pushed sideways, the boy straightened and flexed his left arm to the side, attempting to make a surprise strike at his opponent, which pivoted - apparently - right at the upcoming strike. Success be proven if she would be caught by his arm as the boy would use the same power she dud in throwing him by pushing his opponent, bringing her down and flipping her -- eventually causing her head to smash at the floor.

A dodge? Rising left kick to match with the enemy body movement while reducing damage by spreading the overall area taking impact. A block? Forcibly push while coming with a right knee at the enemy gut. Another counter? Not likely, though a dash forward to avoid any damage done. He was at a disadvantage only if his lariat strike was avoided, but at this speed and pace in addition to the immediate shift in attack, six spar matches prior to him would bring fatigue on the opponent and claim his strike a direct hit.