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Chu-chu's wave slowly disappeared as he descended to the floor. What happens next could probably be guessed from three hints:

- Chu-chu was surprised.
- It involved something pointy
- It concerned the durability the life-raft.

Give up? It was Chu-chu wanted to the sharp point of his scythe to poke a hole into the life-raft. It was swung with both hands in a golf-swing like manner. The reason behind attempt at destruction of property? Chu-chu was surprised. He didn't like surprises.

He worked his scythe out of the renmants of the ruined raft. With the cat-headed man laying down on the ground with his face to the ground, some would be tempted to poke at him to test his reaction. Chu-chu's test was a tad different.

Raising his scythe so that he would be holding it upward, he raised his right foot backwards a bit. What followed next was a test of application of foot to Tiem's a** in asskickery.

Chu-chu was an oddball and a bit crazy.

Now Chu-chu can say that he really kicked some a**. His right foot returned to the original standing position. The thing that came out of this person's mouth was a bit unusual to say the least. His body language following that a whiney complainer despite keeping his scythe in his hands.

"I heard it say that it wanted to s**t out all that air in it. I was just trying to help it."

"Why say sumthin' when sumthin' needn't be said?" he asked. What followed was a sudden war cry combined with a slow-motion charge towards Tiem. By slow-motion, it is meant that Chu-chu would need forever in a day to reach Item. His scythe being held over his head ready for a downward vertical swing. Even though Tiem might grow old by the time he is reached.

"I GOTTA PEE!!!!"

A possible moment of vulnerability depending upon how this guy fights in his sleep. Chu-chu switched from his stupid slow-mo charge to a actual normal running pace charge a little after the beginning of the nap. This would end with a quick slowdown of his body for a skidding halt while the scythe wouldn't get similar brakes. Instead, the scythe's shaft's kinetic energy would be manipulated so that the pointy end of the scythe would come down on Tiem's heart. If somehow it hits the ground, the force of the strike would only cause the blade to pierce an inch of the ground. Idea being enough force to pierce the target while still leaving room if a mistake is made. Pathway of the scythe being like a halfmoon.

The reason for this attempt on Tiem's life? Tiem didn't cause Chu-chu to belch.

(( Wonder if I worded this right. ))

Going by the PM and the apparent 'success' of the attack, what would follow is the piercin of the heart and repeated piercings in a same manner to other portions of his body. An sinister grin came upon Ch-chu's maniacal face as he stabbed away.

There was then an apparent round two, since the business here had not yet concluded itself.




This time, however, there was no dramatic entrance. No wave of water carrying a man into the ring, and no comedic accompaniment to follow. The boy that appeared in the ring this time had done simply that: appeared. The blink of an eye would reveal him where nothing had been before, and it made no more of an effect upon the field than a gentle breeze would have.

「。。。これ。。。 どこ？」 he said slowly as each of his hands moved to his sides; cupping the palm of each over the hilt of a sheathed katana tucked through his belt.

Very unlike the unkempt and unruly punk that had drifted in on the tides, Ichibannori Kenji was calm, collected, poised, and prepared. Very like the boisterous youth that preceded him, Kenji was loud. His hakama and haori were made of bright red linnen and silk, trimmed in black and gold with the Kaikou family crest emblazoned across his back. The swords at his sides sat in black-lacquered sheaths inlaid with gilded patterns and each with a sash tied around the hilt: The sword on his left bright red, the sword on his right bright blue.

From his very appearance it was made painfully clear that he was a warrior, and that he was dangerous. After all, he was a yojimbou - a bodyguard - and he was to be seen and not heard.

「あんた！」 Kenji called out to Chu-chu, his voice sounding very much like an order, 「今ここどこに！ 。。。こたえ！」

A smartass imitation would warrant a change in stance. Kenji's right hand crossed over and grasped the hilt at his left side; his left foot slid back to lower his stance and with one fluid motion the young youjimbou freed the blade from its sheath and brought it back in against his side exactly as it had been before, only a few inches further to the left. The red sash that was tied to the hilt snapped like a whip in the air between the two of them when his hand drew back, only to now drift weightlessly to hang beneath his weapon, almost to the ground.

No more words were spoken, nothing needed to be said about his intent to kill this clown if it impeded him.