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He felt himself almost floating. He was expecting to enter the familiar fields, but instead he just floated in the varying blackness. Then, he felt an almost out-of-body experience as he felt himself being bandaged up, and a girl saying, "Nice try, Mister Prideful. Maybe next time you'll get me." Then, an echoing laugh.

A girl? Do I know a girl? Kaosu thought inside his own head. Wait...I remember. Mai. Then Kaosu felt his eyes burn with tears, though he was unconcious. I lost again. Again. How many losses is that now? Four? Five? I can't let it be so bad I'll lose count. No, I cannot stoop to that level.



Kaosu's eyes opened, and it was night; light barely peeking over the sky beyond. "Wha?" Kaosu groaned. Then, the pain hit him like a train. "ERGH!" He clutched his legs in a mocking fetal position as the pain throbbed through his frame. Then, he tried getting up. It hurt just as bad as it had when the cut was first made, maybe even worse. He looked at his wounds, and they were dressed properly.

"Mai." He muttered. "Thank you." He then picked up his zanpaku-to and started walking. "Seems like a long way to the Seiretei when every muscle aches."

yojimbo comes sauntering through the forest, a new jug of sake in his hand. as he wanders through, he sees one of the students from the earlier class lying on the ground with some one standing over him. yojimbo ties up his sake jug and pulls out his zanpakuto, running twords the unknown person and swinging his blade horizontally.

attack roll 1d20+11

yojimbo pulled away at the last second, stopping his attack. "i understand, i apologize." yojimbo said, "see you in class."

Kaosu sighed again. "Learning all this is...blech. But, it will help me. I just wish it would be more interesting." Kaosu's fist was firmly planted into his cheek as he lazily turned another page.

Then, an idea struck him. "Hey, why not just try 'em out?" He decided to do just that, so that after every chapter he'd be able to try out the stance, the thrusts, and the blocks.

"Lessee...chapter one is all about traditional Tai-Kwon-Do. The stance is..." Kaosu copied the stance in the book, staring at every part of his body and then back at the book. Satisfied, he tried throwing a few punches and kicks. It just felt..."Uncomfortable." Kaosu finally decided.

"Next."

[2]

After flipping from page to page to page to page and trying everything it asked, Kaosu was about to give up. But, he believed he finally found it. "Gen Fu...The Art of Animals" Kaosu grinned and stated cockily, "Well, I am an animal."

However, as he continued to read, he learned that this style wasn't about one singular fighting style. It consisted of many, so many. He nodded as he read through the descriptions of each individual type, Dragon, Monkey, Tiger, Crane, Cobra, Bear...the list kept on. He finally narrowed it into three:

•Dragon: Overall the greatest and strongest. It plays into all the animal playing fields, using swift, strong strikes to open up an enemies' defenses while keeping theirs closed.

•Bear: Nothing stops this style. They focus mainly on the power behind the blows they send out. Though every 'animal' wishes to avoid it, this style isn't afraid to take a blow in order to open up their opponent to attack. They will do anything it takes to crush their opponents under them.

•Monkey: They constantly keep themselves on the ground, using a gained superior strength to keep in close contact with their opponent, leaving little chance for counterattack as they are being flung, slammed, and hit continually.

Kaosu grinned. He knew the perfect one for him.

[4]

Kaosu jumped onto the pages so that it wouldn't turn any farther. When he was sure he had kept it on the right page, he got up and started reading it. "Bear...bear...bear...bear...there it is!"

Kaosu flipped to the specific section about his newfound stance. "Okay..so you do something like this?"

Kaosu had pinned down the pages with a few small rocks, and looked back at them. "Maybe a little to the left."

He stared at his stance, and nodded approvingly. He had unsheathed his zanpaku-to from his shoulder and whipped it right down to his hip, the same side that held his dominant hand; which was the right.

"Awesome."

Kaosu swung up with a heavy shove, then brough the sword back down to his hip. He then pushed both his hands out into a jab, then sliced to the right, again returning to his hip.

Then, he attempted a few fake blocks. They seemed steady, natural. Almost as if he had been doing them his whole life.

"There ya go, Tsai. I found a style already, without your help! Of course, nothing couldn't do without improvement."

[6]

(You found one, but you haven't mastered it and it won't take 5 minutes either >_< Kaosu must continue to use it for a loooong time before he can master that..)