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Kenji sat on a bench reading a book.

Whistling slightly off-tune, a young man wearing a red baseball cap walked through the park to the area where some strange things were happening. For one, there was a man sitting on a bench reading; the boy only thought this was odd simply due to the fact that as a pokemon lover, the only things he read were those that pertained to Pokemon, and, more often than not, he chose not to read anyway. The other odd thing was.. aside from the crazy man dressed in the colors of Germany, and wearing a Ninja mask, there was another guy who looked clinically insane and then another.. girl.. who was just.. there.

The boy stopped in the general area of the whole thing, and figuring that it would be worth his while to scout for Pokemon, he decided that he was simply going to stand by and watch. Maybe he would use some of his pokemon to intervene with the fight that was going to be coming up, but then he realized-- With a slap of his forehead, and then the motion that followed of him dragging his hand down his face in self-disgust, the boy remembered. He had not brought all of his pokemon, infact, he'd brought none of his pokemon. All he had on the belt at his side was six empty pokeballs, and a big red plastic block, which was his Pokedex.

He knew that now, he was going to have to jump into the fight with his arsenal of blunt objects, the pokeballs that could be thrown, and the over-sized chunk of talking plastic which he could bludgeon people with. All and all, he figured it to be an interesting day.

Kenji looked up from Battle Royale. Some dude made an announcement that he was free game to attack. He looked like an idiot who was wearing a costume his mom made for him for his sixteenth Halloween. He probably wanted to fight because he couldn't get into the tournament for clinical reasons or for something even more funny like flat feet. He was just an odd guy. The kind that became mall security and slept in his C3P0 pajamas in his mom's basement.

He closed his novel and slipped into his backpack. He didn't want to get shot by a stray bullet or hit with some random spell while he read about teenagers raping themselves on the island of tyrannical fun. He rummaged through his pack and took out his animal foothold trap. It was meant for catching bears and the like, but if used properly it could stop numbskulls in their tracks. He calmly put the trap on the ground as the earth around it softened and buried the contraption.

He looked around. More tricker treaters were coming along too. Some guy dressed up like Ash Ketchum was nearby and some lonely girl with a face that screamed "rape me" was around for the party too.

Someone needed to go get the keg.

Fine fine. The others around Sokoya probably deserved more of a description of the girl than simple existence. That said, it wasn't like she was doing much else. Breathing? Wasting space? Lounging against a nearby tree without a care in the world. Arms folded over her chest, she looked every bit the relaxed park goer one might expect in the 'normal world.'

Physically speaking, she wasn't very frightening. Hell, she was small compared to most people around here. Fighters and spectators alike. Standing a little above five foot three, she had a slender build. Much like a swimmer's. Lean and muscular. Snow white hair was cut short in pixie fashion. Something like this. Blood red eyes regarded the scene with a passive curiousness.

Her outfit today was also a step away from the norm for her. Sokoya had always been a fan of the tomboy sort of styles. Suits, pants. Loose fitting things. Today she had actually worn a dress. Form fitting, and revealing plenty of her porcelain skin. The outfit itself was a black lacy thing, not to mention a bit retro. She liked it though. There were no shoulders to it, baring cleavage and shoulders alike. Over the thing, her signature red tie. Loosely done. Bracelets and such adorned her wrists, showing that she hadn't completely changed her ways. There was always that punk edge. Black and white stripped nylons covered her legs, but were still rather sheer. Finishing it off, her trust Converse high tops, tied only halfway up. Oh right, enough about that.

"..Interesting bunch you all are. I confess, some of you even look like you may have potential, if you were polished the right way. However!"



"TIME TO TEACH YOU WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A TRUE FIGHTER!"

[STURM UND DRANG!]

Sturm und Drang

Translating roughly to Storm and Stress, this technique is one of Schwartz's favorites. Spinning at speeds hard to track by the human eye, his wrist-bound blades proceed to shred apart the careless and hapless with no mercy.

The upturned wind would scatter exterior dirt off the surface, blow revealing dresses to & fro, and frighten even the heartiest of small kittens. As nearby wild-life departed, frantic for their lives- Schwartz stopped mid-rotation on a perfect pivot, looking unimpressed at his to-be opposition. Apparently, at some point, his coat blew towards the Pokemon trainer with deadly speed.

"Approach."

Pip had made the first move of them all! Unfortunately, given Schwartz Bruder was spinning upon one leg, toe first - the medium-sized branch was shredded much akin to a high impact drill's grates greeting a twig tossed at it. In fact, the ninja had not even noticed the boy had performed this action at all; insignificant that it was, the branch torn completely asunder whilst stray bits of bark littered the ground.

"C'mon! Is this the best you folks can do? Stand idly by? And you call yourself fighters."



"PATHETIC."

He stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulders. It contained most of his necessities for when he was on the go, which was usually every waking minute of the day. It had some snacks, a canteen full of Kool Aid, some magazines, a shirt, and another bear trap. He wasn't exactly packing heat or carrying his big b*****d sword with him, but he was prepared. He knew where most of the "fighters" were at, and he knew that he was being included in their little bout. The spinny ninja was approximately twenty five yards from him just as most of the other people, besides the girl who was about four yards from the bench he was sitting in. He looked over at her and smiled.

"So are you like Ninja Top Spin's DnD partner, or do you just suck his d**k when he's the dungeon master?" He asked.