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...♅Akira lay on the grass with his arms tucked neatly behind his head within the school's courtyard, the large oak tree towered above him and providing him some shade from the warm sun the hung high above the city. He was relaxing from the recent events that he'd been able to experience, his naming of being the principal, the first day of the new school year, the new years party. It had been an eventful few days for the Sanctum, and it would only get more interesting with the arrival of Perfect and the announcement of the tournament he was holding. A smile quickly found it's way onto his face as he commented on the subject, his eyes staring into the light blue sky above♅...
“ Ah~ I should probably participate in that tournament Perfect is holding. Who knows, maybe it'll be fun. ”
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The School's Courtyard.
Laying beneath a tree, relaxing.
Calm.
No One.
Relax.
@Roman
Theme
Kumori S. Fuzen ~ The Misutikku Akuma. (Disguised as "Kumi")
(Location: Tournament, Japan. )(With: Perfect )(Chaotic Neutral) (Sorry, had to combine two posts into one as to not miss anything!)
Kumori exhaustively brushed his rough palm over his chiseled chin, still wondering about this so-called Karaoke, perhaps this was some sort of entertainment that he’s never heard of? Hopefully it did not involve any sort of fighting or else Arako would probably wind up giving him a mouthful of lectures and that would not be a pleasant experience he thought, dreading the idea of getting something foolishly wrong in front of the woman. Thankfully Arako was able to answer his guileless question by giving him a thorough insight of Karaoke and all of its ‘mystical wonders.’ “So, essentially it’s like what those native bards do? Except people gather around to watch inexperienced ones potentially fail miserably? Last time i’ve talked to someone who was unqualified to sing it didn’t end well for them.” Kumori replied, reminiscing the days long forgotten and one of the tales from it involving a revolting green creature, sort of like an ogre that was granted the unparalleled ability to claw into someone’s eardrums with their horrific set of malfunctioning bagpipes that they considered to be lung used for their singing talent, he couldn’t exactly remember the male but the first letter of his name definitely started with an ‘L’.
“Oh, people consuming pints and singing? That sounds like a secret recipe for disaster.” He mentioned, laughing briefly at the notion of a bunch of stumbling morons trying to get the lyrics correctly without somehow tripping over their own shoe-laces or winding up passing out halfway through their own song. As humorous as that might’ve been it wasn’t something that would’ve been for both of them so he pressed onward, cautiously pushing his way through the festival’s dense crowd only to witness a faint noise whispering in his right ear, almost like a sweet lullaby except a very obnoxious one without any melody. Shockingly enough it was none other than the villainous foe dressed in green, or ‘Perfect’, such an ironic name considering he was dressed in the dark, that outfit was obviously not what you’d label as perfect but anything but. “Well, wouldn’t you know. Looks like it’s that time, i’ve just been summoned for my interview with pest-control.” He turned jokingly said, facing Arako while rubbing the back of his head awkwardly as he wished he could’ve at least spent more time with the woman. Kumori was actually having a wonderful night for a chance aside from his emotional outburst earlier but he knew that both of them would have to temporarily part-ways well that is unless he wants the Earth to turn into a smoldering asteroid. “Thank you Arako for this wonderful evening, we’ll have to this again sometime.” Kumori politely bowed to show his respects to the young lady before instantaneously combusting into a bolt of lightning that rocketed into the traveling clouds above, leaving his presence a mystery until his brisk arrival near Perfect’s location.
Showing up in time just for the tournament even arriving with a flashy entrance with a vast series of lightning bolts scattering their way for miles across the late afternoon sky. “How unfortunate.” He snatched one of the deceased competitor’s up by their training gi, wiggling them for a slight second only to observe that their neck has been completely disfigured beyond recognition. He couldn’t believe it, someone had gotten there before him! Even starting the fight as well, how disrespectful! “Oh well.’ He thought, releasing his everlasting clutches on the corpse causing the motionless body to flop to the ground like a bag full of miscellaneous goods. “So, what kind of insect are you suppose to be?” Kumori asked, nonchalantly placing his own hands behind his back, deliberately lowering his guard as he walked beside Perfect. Disgusting, he could even smell its stench that even reminded him of that of a convulsing worm burrowing its way through mud but despite this unfavorable aroma he was taken a bit by surprise after having sensations of his Ki linger throughout the arena, it was formidable, like that of a God or nearly equivalent to! This changed everything, this was going to be interesting.
“No matter, only purposeful insect is a one that is squashed beneath my foot. But we both haven’t arrived here to have a verbal insult match between the both of us. Hopefully you’ll be able to give me an opportunity to test these unorthodox powers that the Great Kami have bestowed upon me.” His pupils darted across his eyes giving way to an uneasy tension between both of them as he let out only a smidgen of his extraordinary power imbued from the Japanese deities trapped within his sturdy core, concrete that hugged the bottom of Kumori’s feet was beginning to fracture and shatter from the tremendous might as he walked back to the other side of the arena, pivoting on one foot and facing his challenger once more. “So, shall we wait for more to arrive? Or do you wish to eat your dessert right now?” He smirked, hoping to tempt Perfect’s anticipation and leave him eager to show what kind of power he is truly capable of.
"Thanks for the training, Quaza. I think it's time I went home to my family now."
After saying his goodbyes to Quaza, Han packed up all his things and thanked him for all he did before walking away. He had no idea of the tournament Perfect was holding, leaving him in the dark on the subject. After awhile, Han made it back to the city and soon the school, figuring he'd stop there to see if anything was up, so he went to the top of the building. There was one odd sight though. A rare one actually. Han smiled, watching the students go about their day, soon jumping down and landing in the courtyard area. He was going to have to go home later, there was something he had to do before he did. Walking towards the tree, Han smirked, looking down at his old friend. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
"I knew it was you, Akira. I know that hair anywhere."
