Description: In what was supposed to be a quiet bit of reflection and writing upon the Taiyo High roof, Kyosuke is interrupted...and Shingo finds himself the sudden representitive of the Neo League for doing so.
Meticulous penmanship danced its way down the side of a page, neatly spaced from one character to the next. It might well have been printed script, the way that not a stroke tarried from its rightful spot, Kyosuke's journal was a stark reflection of its owner in more than just the information it held within its leaves. There was little hurried about the thought that went behind each line, since it served as a reminder to the days activities and its lessons learnt...no matter how minor.
Small enough to fit into the inner-pocket of his jacket, he carried it with him so as not to forget certain things. Oft the best time to remember was in the moment-- sealing away the emotions, thoughts and conclusions to be reviewed later.
The sunlight glinted off of his glasses where the yellow-disc had slowly inched his prior shadowy refuge away in its descent through the sky. It was peaceful here, a playful wind to keep him company and tousel his hair. For once, the students had left the rooftop alone-- there were no fights padding back and forth, no more chips added to the concrete. Just the right atmosphere to finish up his writing...Kyosuke looked up suddenly, his pen hovering over the final dot.
The chairman was seated literally on the floor, his back braced against one of the protective barriers that lined the roof's edge. As if the glaring white of his uniform didn't make him stand out enough, he sat opposite to where the access opened up.
Perhaps he's a man after his own heart, just perhaps; Kyosuke is certainly not alone when it comes to making neat notations in a little book that's always kept close to one's person. Shingo Yabuki follows a similar trend, although his is less of a journal and more of an account of his fighting prowess; a glorified cheat sheet, particularly given his tendency to note down facts about his prior opponents, and fights witnessed.
But on a day like this, or rather an approaching evening like this, there's a definite want to just... sit back and relax. And perhaps its premonition on the part of Kyosuke, but it would seem that his sudden alertness has a reason.
Stepping out of the access stairwell is the youth himself, Yabuki striding with a slow ease. It's the end of the day, and he's clearly... expecting to have the roof to himself, or perhaps to find his would-be mentor Kyo up here. Add a 'suke to the end of that, and he's found his name.
"Ah... I didn't think anyone would be up here," Shingo speaks, a hand scratching at the back of his head. Maybe he can just move to the other end of the rooftop, and they can both just kind of... pretend the other isn't there... maybe.
The book closed and without any hesitation, was slipped into the coat of his jacket. The pen followed shortly thereafter. It wasn't that he was trying to hide what he'd been doing-- nothing wrong with it, but all the same he didn't care to have it brought up as a topic of conversation. A precaution. There was personal information therin that journal.
In an almost languid fashion, Kyosuke levied himself up onto his feet,a smooth cat-like movement that ended with the cursory adjustment of his glasses. There was nothing hostile about his gaze, though it was decidedly measuring in its assessment of the other classman. A smile, genuine for all the seriousness that clung to his expression surfaced on Kyosuke's face. "Yabuki Shingo." Recognising the other swiftly, he nodded.
"That makes two of us." Shrugging the younger of the Imawano twins added, "Not that I'm disinclined to share. Classes are completed for the day, and if memory serves...you're not slated to participate in any afterschool duties?" He arched a single brow, hinting to something more along the lines of 'punishment' like cleaning classrooms rather than say, a sport of club meeting.
This impromtu meeting might just have its uses on the other hand. The face and name triggered a mental file on the teenager, one of his combat skills and recent fights...Kyosuke had been toying with the idea of participating not long after his discussions with his brother Hyo. Perhaps, this could be a preview? Not that he didn't think it'd be worth his time regardless.
"Have you fought any Neo-League fights recently?" His tone light and conversational.
Proudly wearing his slightly altered version of the Taiyo uniform, Yabuki stands there for a time, simply staring at Kyosuke. Past the friendly greeting, he returns it in kind with a nod of his head; he's always been such a nice guy! "Ah, no, I've taken care of my duties already," he replies, that hand at the back of his head working a little faster. Is he nervous all of a sudden--has the dreaded Imawano Intuition caught onto a boy being tardy about his chores?!
The moment passes, and conversation tilts elsewhere. Stepping away from the access door, he moves towards the roof's ledge, staring off towards the dwindling sunlight. "The League... yeah, I have actually! Didn't you see me on TV? I had a couple last week, they really dragged me all over the world for them too--and that Saturday Night Fight I was in as well!" Events as popular as the League and the SNFs are all naturally televised, a ratings hit. The fact that Yabuki lost on international television may be reason for part of his sombre-like mood.
Shifting the backpack he wears over one shoulder, the youth looks over towards Kyosuke. "I guess you're not too big on television though, huh? I don't blame you. There's not a lot of good shows on these days, although that 'Heroes' show isn't so bad...
"Why you askin' anyway?"
For what Kyosuke missed now, you can bet he'd catch it later...shirking his duties? That was heavily frowned upon! And Shingo'd only escape it for so long. But the Imawano had other things on his mind, admittedly more important than hounding the Kyo fanboy into discipline. The bigger picture was at stake, and he was willing to delay that particular enevitability. "I see." Was all he'd say, noting the other's nervousess like a hawk. Yes, he'd be checking later!
"It's not often I find the time to sit and watch television programming." Kyosuke confesses, this Heroes show? He'd have to claim ignorance about. "If I do, its heavily based on combat--" His mouth quirked into a faint smirk, "Saturday Night Fight, the League...yes." He rolled his gaze on over to Shingo's new spot. "Your skills are respectable if I recall correctly, a style similar to Kyo Kusanagi." The latter who was a perpetual student of Taiyo at that. Kyosuke made it his business to have a fair idea who attended Taiyo, it'd been part of his earlier mission...
The youth shrugged, "I wanted to know if you thought it was worth participating in it." Admitting freely to Shingo. He hmphed softly, that faint smirk still alight on his lips. "Maybe you can answer that for me." Caught the subtlety? Say yes, and he may try to get a fight out of you-- as the sole representitive right now on the roof of the League's competancy of fighters.
A single bead of sweat runs down Yabuki's brow, separating from his hairline. Those hawk-like eyes are bound to pick it up--but he's saved by the headband he seems to perpetually wear, in class or otherwise! Saved, but only for now, the discussion moves on to other areas. Nervousness fades as the talk turns to the important work of fighting.
"Ahh, Kyo's been training me a little, but I've got a long way to go before I catch up to him!" the youth exclaims, mistaking the point that Kyosuke raises. Shingo offers a short laugh, and rubs at the back of his head again as his gaze returns to the horizon. "Honestly, it seems like it's been forever since I've been following after him..." But now is not the time for nostalgia, after all, so he trails off.
The question remains though. The fighting league; "It depends on what you're after man. If you want to win some money, get your name in the papers? That's the way to do it--if you've got the skills to pay the bills!--oh man, did I just say that?"
Shingo's shoulders fall, and he sighs heavily.
"Anyway!" he rebounds, perking up again, "it's like I said! I enjoy it, y'know? It's not like I want to get out of Kyo's shadow or anything, but I do alright! But it's really about what you want to get out of it."
"Long way or not, so long as you've set yourself a goal that will further your present abillities, it'll come intime. That is, if you decide to not give up." Imparting words of advice? Maybe. Kyosuke could find a certain appreciation for the other's excitment and enthusiasm regarding his idol. It's not an idol he himself would have chosen, but he was in no position to tell Shingo otherwise. But to what did matter more to him--
"Money, fame, none of these mean much to me." Kyosuke reflected. "If I joined it'd be for one reason alone." His participation in his brother's plans for the betterment of their country depended on how efficient he could respond to any obstacles thrown into his path. One such had caused him some embarassment and disappointment. Success couldn't be bourne solely on the shoulders of luck, but appropriate planning and preparation. This would be his. "I'd like to do better." Better?
Kyosuke turned on Shingo again, "Feel like giving a demonstration as to what I'd be up against?"
Give up? Shingo Yabuki?! It's an extended oxymoron! "Man, there ain't nothin' in this world that'd make me give up," the youth responds to his peer, a smirk appearing on his lips--unseen, as he still faces the horizon. He has his goals, and it would seem that there's nothing that will knock him from that lofty goal.
Finally he turns, and steps away from the edge. His backpack is set aside, and he clenches his fists in preparation--seems like he knows precisely what Kyosuke is going to angle himself at! "You wanna feel better?
"Man, whatever, I ain't gonna pry if you don't wanna tell me," Shingo follows his question up, because hey--it ain't exactly his place to go questioning the guy on the council, now is it?! "But hey, if you want a demo, I can give ya one. You sure you want to fight in that nice uniform of yours though?"
Kyosuke gave Shingo an odd look when he paraphrased what he'd said...wrongly. He supposed by doing better he'd 'feel' better, but somehow he didn't think that was the train of thought the other teenager had been going for. He could be mistaken, not likely-- though there was a chance. "If you win this, then I'll tell you." Kyosuke replied with a small grin. The Imawano still had his pride there, and even if his arrogance wasn't so far over him as to prevent him from thinking he'd lose...that remained.
A short wave of dismissal, and "It isn't a problem, a uniform is worn for a reason. If I were truely concerned about getting it dirty, I wouldn't parade myself around in white." Kyosuke returned lightly, apparently he knew precisely what some may have thought about his choice of clothing. It didn't bother him. He had altered it though such that the lining was scarlet-- to hide his own injuries?
He circled about, giving Shingo some room to step away from the edge-- and perhaps mistakenly allowing him his first move. What Kyosuke was truely doing was measuring up his opponent, noting any changes in stance and tension in his muscles...whilst preparing himself for the fight to ensue.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke has started a fight here.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Shingo has joined the fight here.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shingo
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke focuses on his next action.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shingo
Wait, he gets a prize if he wins?! That's like putting a carrot in front of a horse, and this one knows how to finish! "Alright," Shingo replies quietly, that smirk reappearing on his face for a moment before it blooms into a proper grin.
Stepping away from the ledge, their talk turns to clothing like a pair of girls! "Never been that much of a fan of white myself," he responds noncommittally, passing the time before what's bound to begin. It's all too clear, the way this conversation has shifted, that the two teens are due to cross proverbial swords with one another--more like pound each other with fist and foot! Anticipating it, he begins stretching out his calves, leaning one way and then the other.
The analysis that Kyosuke invokes is bound to reveal that he's like a young bull just waiting to bellow. His muscles are waiting to burst, and he's eager; so eager in fact that it seems he'll be the first to try and draw blood!
Leaping out of the crouch, he gains a bit of height--and closes the distance as he tears his right fist in from over his shoulder! "Think quick!"
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke dodges Shingo's Medium Punch.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shingo
Let it not be said that Kyosuke didn't manage to somehow motivate others to attain their goals or, well, in this case beat him into the ground. Here's hoping it wouldn't be a literal repeat of his encounter with his last classmate or even the celebrity Kane. None the less, he'd not hold any illwill towards Shingo no matter what, he'd persued this afterall. He was willing to accept whatever followed.
"Not many are fond of their laundry bill when your tastes are like mine." He jested with Shingo. White clothing, and as picky as Kyosuke was about his appearances-- rest assured that he kept his uniforms spick and span right out of the closet! It's one thing both brothers had in common, appearances were important to uphold.
The warning was also unneeded, he'd been waiting for the other's advance-- and it was indeed a sloth-free one. Kyosuke leaned back out of the path of the streaking punch, instead following through with his momentum as he pushed off with his own feet. Literally spinning backwards into saumersault, Kyosuke flashed a foot right into the path of where Shingo should have ideally advanced with his attack. Action to replace words.
COMBATSYS: Shingo endures Kyosuke's Shadow Cut Kick!
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Kyosuke 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Shingo
What the--now this guy is making jokes?! Will wonders never cease--Shingo always pegged Kyosuke to be a bit too uptight to make those kind of self-deprecating comments! Or self-burns, as kids put it! "Yeah, I'm too messy to be wearin' white!" It's an honest comment!
And with that he takes flight, beginning the fight--and not precisely on the greatest of notes! His headband flows out behind him as he descends, mouth open wide as he issues the warning--and his fist collides with the air, causing it to whimper in extreme agony! Brown eyes widen, but they know it's too late.
The somersault is expertly performed, and the trailing foot collides in--way too fast for him to do anything but try and cushion the blow with his hands! Even still, it sends him sliding backwards, sneakers squealing as rubber grinds pavement.
He leaps out of it, taking two further steps back as he rubs his arm where he braced for the blow. "W-whoa, man, that was pretty quick..." He hasn't fought someone this fast for some time... and Kyosuke is definitely no Shermie; there'll be no show and nothing to write home about.
All the same, he wants to see just how well the student council member can take a fist to the face! Shifting his feet, he dashes forward, once more swinging his clenched fist through with even more force. He doesn't need his notebook for this, he remembers how to perform the...
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke interrupts Aragami Mikansei from Shingo with Shadow Wave.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Shingo
Yes arguably Kyosuke was a bit of a stick in the mud when it came to certain things-- like cleanliness for example. But considering who his closest friends were in Taiyo, there was more than first impressions would allude too when it came to the teen. For one, he was a serious individual, yes, but he was more than willing to make light of even himself in relaxed situations. Here, Shingo wasn't a person he disliked nor saw as a potiential enemy. Rather the Kyo-fan could be a valuable ally...
So all in all, Shingo should learn by now that Kyosuke could be just as easy going when ready.
His jacket fluttered about him when he landed lightly on his feet, the ball of them to be precise. It absorbed the force of impact, along with the slight bend to his knees. There was some amusement when he regarded the other brown haired teenager, mostly from his initial 'honest' comment. "Half of that was anticipation, give your opponent enough of an oppourtunity to read your moves...and speed can be deceptive." Not exactly spilling trade secrets, he's sure the other had more than enough tricks to back him up. There was no overconfidence here.
When Shingo came at him again, he did precisely that. There was less time though to prepare-- he came tearing at him. Little chance to dodge, little chance to fully block, Kyosuke instead pressed on to meet him. And leapt as he did so. Not entirely perfect, the punch scored across his leg with enough force to numb his thigh, but by then his hands were already cleaving through the air...a blue crescent glow coming to life within the close quarters, and slicing right for Shingo.
A valuable ally perhaps, but he'll have to be won over!! There's only on allegiance that Shingo has, and it's towards his idol, his would-be mentor, the great and powerful Kyo! "Yeah, yeah, I'm just testing your reflexes!" the boy responds as Kyosuke attempts to lecture him in the middle of a fight. God, what a stick in the mud this other kid is!
But what comes next is a touch on the surprising side--more than just a touch, particularly as the projectile is let loose at such devastating close range! Unable to do anything and in the middle of his struck, he loses a bit of the 'umph' behind his strike, even if it does numb his opponent's leg. The crescent slices right into Shingo though, sending him spilling back, actually losing his footing for a time as he crashes down to the rooftop.
"Erf... sly AND fast..." Well, what else should he expect from one of the guy on the student council? They have to use their BRAINS to think stuff out. Shingo prefers using his fists, even if he does damn well academically; his mother is to thank for that. Pushing himself back to his feet, he spends a moment simply staring at Kyosuke...
... and then his eyes cross.
COMBATSYS: Shingo focuses on his next action.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Shingo
Winning people over...Kyosuke'd certainly try. What with Hyo and himself had in mind, they would require all the allies they could get. Being on the Morals Committee already added weight to his words, but sometimes it took more for others. And he was willing to go that extra distance if he had too. Else he wouldn't be fighting Shingo all now, he wouldn't have bothered.
"Ofcourse." It was supposed to be soothing, but it didn't remove any of the other's humour towards the bandana-wearing boy. Still, Kyosuke had expected this fight to be a 'demo' of what he'd face in the League, what that meant for Shingo was that unlike a training exercise, he wouldn't be pulling many moves, or taking the easier route. Less vicious than any intentions to cause true bodily harm, Kyosuke kept his attacks as sharp as a knifes edge.
His landing was a mite heavier than he would have liked, oweing to the instability incurred by just being grazed. He paused long enough to shake it out, stomping with his sneakers on the school roof. Circulation returned, though a mild pins and needles remained. "In a fight we use all that is available to us." Including ones mind-- you'll have to fogive him but it was one of his most valuable assets! He nodded at Shingo, then slid his foot foward again, hands lifting into the ready stance.
"Here I come again." Giving a little leniency this time, and adding a warning. That would be it though, darting foward to close the gap, he'd sweep his hand out and up-- stabbing his fingers towards the other's face. But that wasn't where the danger lay...it was in the haze of crackling blue-white energy that snapped into existence, twisting and lancing up to the overhanging sky in a peal of lightning.
COMBATSYS: Shingo blocks Kyosuke's Super Lightning Uppercut.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Shingo
Billy has arrived.
If this is going to be like a 'demo' for what Kyosuke can expect in the League, then it's going to go damn well for the white-wearer! But while he's standing there, busily crossing his eyes in an attempt to either taunt his opponent or just gain some measure of focus, it would seem that business is what the other teen intends.
He dashes, the distance closes. Ready for it, Shingo moves on the defensive--but he's not entirely what to expect, particularly when those fingers come stabbing towards his face. He does the sane thing; he lifts his arms, he blocks, and he prays.
It pays dividends, as the other boy summons lightning to strike at him. An inverse strike, the blast tears into his defense, sending him thundering back--does that count as a pun? "Yeeagh!" comes the cry of pain, as he loses feeling in his limbs for just a time. Sly, fast, and summoning lightning! Christ, what a combination.
His backwards stumble cuts off with a little wave of his arms, as he works the feeling back into them. "Man, Kyosuke! I didn't think you had this kind of power in you..." But will it be enough to counter the explosive power of Yabuki Shingo?!
The light may be fading, but his soul burns bright! Stepping in, he ducks low--and then springs forward, to grab at the other boy, bury a fist into his stomach, then send him tumbling back.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke interrupts Hatsugane from Shingo with Quick Punch.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Shingo
It may not look like it at the moment, but Kyosuke's had a bit of a rough patch when it came to fighting of late. Most all of the bruises, scrapes and singular cracked rib had healed in the space between but his losses remain a stark reminder of how much further he needed to improve. This fight was insightful, but by no means would it boost his confidence high enough to think that his work was done. That and he was waiting...
Shingo couldn't have attained his minor celebrity status on fluff and bluff alone. From the start Kyosuke had tried to prevent the other from snatching that chance, but it could only hold out for so long. "It isn't always enough." He replied with an air of dissatisfaction clinging to it, all he could manage before Shingo moved in again. That attack should have hit-- a testament to Shingo's perseverence and skill.
By the time the other ducked and sprang towards him, Kyosuke kept to his 'high' ground, using it to levy a quick punch towards the other's head to side-track the other's tumbling attack. A quick punch and twisting-sidestep, none the less that fist impacted enough into his side that he winced. Not fast enough!
It would seem that the other beatings have given some wisdom to Kyosuke, because right now he's accounting for the burning explosion of youth that is Shingo rather well! By the time he lays a finger on the student councilman, there's a fist ringing into his forehead--enough to make his attempt practically worthless!
Reeling back, he nevertheless stays close, warily watching the other youth with hazel-brown eyes. "Pull this kind of shit off in the League and you'll do alright for yourself," he advises, profanity flaring as he gingerly rubs at his forehead. With his luck, that's bound to turn into a nice knot.
Hardly suppressed though, he offers a bright grin and wipes a finger across the tip of his nose. "But you might just be a small fish in a big pond! Catch that Sat'night I had with Shermie over the weekend. I think even YOU'll appreciate her moves!" What kind of crack is that meant to be? Probably none at all, just youthful appreciation for a woman who isn't afraid to wrap her legs around a guy's face! In fact, Shingo leaps to do...
... not that. No, no. Never that. His arms extend to each side, and he sweeps into an uppercut of his own, spinning in the air. "Try this on for size!"
COMBATSYS: Shingo successfully hits Kyosuke with Oniyaki Mikansei.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Shingo
Kyosuke was the time not to be given over to false hopes, instead preferring a realistic approach to things as they came in situations like this. Not to say that he didn't ascribe to his own naive tendancies...he just picked and chose where they applied. He hmphed quietly with a shake of his head, not backing away. "Perhaps, it might be as you say. Both of them."
He should have backed away, and given himself more room.
In the midst of filing away Shingo's suggestion for future reference, the other chose to make good on his next move. This time he scorned the earth himself, leaping in a whirling attack that literally hit like a minature tornado. Caught ofguard by the literal twist to this, it impacted into Kyosuke with enough force to send him reeling back.
Several feet seperating them now, Kyosuke slowly straightened himself, a thumb lifting to his lip that had split, wiping away the blood there that had somehow managed to avoid scattering onto the ivory parts of his clothing. With the other hand he readjusted his glasses that had threatened to become askew on the bridge of his nose, and he smiled, ruefully almost.
"Now that, was remarkable." And it hurt, the myriad of close-hitting blows still stung, and his breath had been knocked out of him however briefly. He took a moment to literally re-group, aware that their fight was about to escalate. "Got anymore of those?" He almost flashed the other a grin. But he meant it, the more he saw, the more experience he gained.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke focuses on his next action.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Shingo
A miniature tornado is indeed what Yabuki becomes, a divine wind of twirling flesh and leading elbows. Rising up against his would-be oppressor, he strikes true, first one elbow and then the second impacting harshly into the other teen, driving him back and away.
It gives Shingo some much-needed breathing room, but as it turns out--it gives Kyosuke time to concentrate as well. "It's meant to be hard to avoid," he replies to the statement on how remarkable his move was, but it seems he doesn't truly accept the compliment. All the same, the strike was true--and from his grin, he's at least slightly happy that he managed to make a good solid contact with this fast and sly chi-wielder.
"I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve, but I don't think I'm going to show them all to you just yet--particularly not if you decide to enter the League!"
The fight may not escalate just yet. Closing the distance between the two with another leap, he brings his fist to bear in order to return a favor from before; a quick strike across the side of the head.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke interrupts Jab Punch from Shingo with Shadow Breaker.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Shingo
Kyosuke wouldn't be quick to forget that last move. Also, "That's a wise course of action," He admitted with some respect, "not everything should be placed into a 'demo'." Lowering his head slightly, in a subtle nod to his forsight, "Regardless of the outcome of this, I believe I've made my decision." What it was would naturally have to wait, not because they were fighting...they clearly could talk between blows! But well, maybe Kyosuke just wanted to add some suspense. Another bit of dangling bait?
He was ready for Shingo now, having caught not only his balance and bearing. With the distance between them, he used it to guage the other's next approach, and instead of moving defensively, Kyosuke stepped towards the other's leap...and followed suit.
It happened quickly, with one hand he diverted the quick jab towards his head, sending it scattering across his arm and into his shoulder. The other had been drawn back, another gathering of blue-white chi spreading along its length gathering into flickering spheres that trailed the arc down into Shingo's head and chest.
For all he's shown Shingo in this fight, not everything had been trotted out.
It would seem that while there may be some respect given for some of Shingo's moves, for the by and large Kyosuke is massively disrespecting! The linear strike is just that, and intercepted with an ease he should've expected from the would-be upperclassman! The chi flares, up close and personal, and before Yabuki knows it he's down on the ground again.
"Christ," he blasphemies, sparing a glance up at the taller boy. "Yeah, I bet your decision's made. You do this kinda thing in the League and you're gonna be fine." On the other hand, it seems more than apparent that the boy on the floor is not. It's crunch time; what should he do?
Burning youth has a way of failing to extinguish, but right now his flame is flickering! Still, he pushes himself up, and assumes a stance. "Yeah... I reckon you'll do just fine..." With a nod of confirmation, he launches himself into another attack--a vicious one-two combo, leading in with the right before he slams in with the left. Linear, thy name is Shingo.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke blocks Shingo's Dokugami Mikansei.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Shingo
Looking down at Shingo, his expression remained...thoughtful. Deeply considering the connotations of the other's words, he smiled. Not gloatingly, just as if he found some private irony in this. That being, he rather hoped he wouldn't be doing 'fine' in the League, his aim was to descover new tactics, hone his own and fight against stronger competitants. If he walked over everyone, then it was a fruitless endevour. As he was, Kyosuke was inadequate. By his standards.
"The sentiment is appreciated, but I'm sure you're aware that even the most unassuming opponent can have devestating effects. And those who are secure in their own perceived victories are the ones who likely will lose the fight." ...what? He grinned at Shingo. In a round about fashion, he was referring to the fanboy as an example.
Each of the two strikes were blocked with an upswept arm, paired with balancing footwork. He quick-stepped back a few more, his hands remaining in their ready position one palm out, the other directed towards himself. "I'll wait and see." Summarising it all in that line. He'd make his own judgement in the end!
Kyosuke held back long enough to give the other another chance to attack, maybe he was feeling generous, more likely he was taking a pause to gather himself, even out his breathing. Channeling his inner resources, Kyosuke waited.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke gains composure.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Shingo
It would seem that if Kyosuke is inadequate, that Shingo is proving to be more-so. Seldom has the boy been accounted for as readily as the upperclassman has this day; it must be something in the air, or clearly a tired mind after a long day of study! But excuses won't cut it, and this is a friendly spar.
Ignoring the little jab--probably because he didn't get it--of the verbal variety for now, Yabuki rushes in but is met by the forearm, what was meant to be a lethal combination turned into little more than a soft impact. It's clear that the linear approach just isn't working for the boy.
As Kyosuke back-pedals away, the youth simply holds his ground, staring after him for a time--but then he does the same, deciding to catch his breath.
"So if I lose, do I get to hear your reason anyway?"
COMBATSYS: Shingo gains composure.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 Shingo
Kyosuke wasn't in this fight to literally pound Shingo into the concrete as a bloodied pulp with a vengence. Yes...he had hit the teenager hard and fast initially, but by no means was it personal, and neither was he attempting to cripple him out of sheer vindictiveness. As a testament he slowed the pace a little so that the other could catch himself. Were this a real fight, there'd be no pause. None.
"Lose--" Kyosuke arched a brow to mirror his suprise. "Do you think it's necessary for me to change my mind?" And he meant that. Yes he had the upperhand for now, but that didn't mean it couldn't change in the next. Hardly a taunt, it was meant to give the other some zest to see this through...by winning. "I'll decide when the outcome is met." So then, you know what that meant, Shingo.
Kyosuke's eyes were on him again, sharp. It seemed to invite the next move, failing that, he'd take it the next.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke focuses on his next action.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 Shingo
It would seem that a bit of a defeatist cloud has gathered around Yabuki's head--but it's that kind of pessimism which eventually fuels his fires to persevere! "Hey, I'm just countin' my chickens before they hatch," he explains--if it can be called that. "You got me curious, Kyosuke."
It would seem though, that those eyes are too intent, too sharp. Shingo opts to do the smart thing. He steps off to the side, gathering his backpack--and reaches into it. He pulls out a soccer ball. "I was thinking of joining the team, y'know? But what can I say..."
The bowl is lofted, and his eyes are keen on it, Kyosuke ignored as he watches the ball's gentle spin. It descends, and he rises to meet it--giving the ball a firm CRACK as he kicks it at the opponent!
"I'm a bit of a striker!"
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke overcomes Thrown Object from Shingo with Cross Cutter.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 Shingo
Everyone had their own way of approaching things, and this was Shingo's. Kyosuke shrugged, as if this alone were an excuse for him holding out, but he held to what he had decided. This fight likely wouldn't last for much longer anyways-- atleast his duties ensured that he couldn't dally forever on the rooftop! If that meant bringing out the harder hitting moves, so be it. If it meant picking those that were weaker but swift in getting the job done, he'd choose on what the situation demanded.
Hands snapped foward, summoning a burst of twinned crescents that sped from the movement. Moving in a converging intertwining arc, they would merge...ploughing right on through the ball to it's initial kicker. The sound of his focusing voice echoed after the attack, mellowing into a measured response. "Soccer isn't exactly a sport I would personally choose, however...Giving the school team a try would make Nekketsu quite pleased." For one, the sport consisted of a lot of...running, which he wasn't against, but it was the sweating that accompanied it. Not to mention the time of day they had practice-- that alone...
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke successfully hits Shingo with Cross Cutter.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Shingo
You know the problem with leaping up into the air to kick a soccer ball at your opponent?! It often leaves you open for a reversal of fortunes! The soccer ball DEFLATES and the leather goes spiralling off to the side as the Cross Cutter slams through it, rendering it from existence-"Hey, my ball!"
It's too little too late. The conversing crescents carry on and slice right into the airborne lad, who is entirely too airborne to properly defend himself! "Aaaaargh!"
Landing in a crouch, the boy shakes his head. His clothing needs mending now! "Aww man... my mother's gonna kill me..." Not the manliest thing to admit, but hey! It's the truth! "Anyway, I dunno about the soccer team, it was more a lunch time game. I just like to practice my... KICKING!"
So very, very linear. So linear in fact that he leaps the whole distance between the two, seemingly leading with a punch--only to suddenly wrap it back around, twist his body and bring his right foot swooping down over the right as he goes for his signature move!
"SHINGO KIKKU!"
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke interrupts Shingo Kick from Shingo with Quick Throw.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Shingo
If it's any concellation, Kyosuke would see that Shingo managed to get a replacement for the soccer ball. As for his clothing, better luck next time! The senior classman quickly reassessed the fallen teenager, and once sure that he was alright, merely smiled faintly. Shingo didn't realise the blessings he had, even if it were a mixed one. That he had to worry over what his mother would do to him was a luxery he didn't have, and hadn't for quite sometime. The thought to mention this occured to him, but he stayed it on his lips.
"Likely it wouldn't hurt to put it to some use elsewhere--" Being offered a first hand view? It was threatning to come a little too close to his face and glasses for comfort. He'd seek to use the other's momentum against him, setting up himself to absorb what damage he had too whilst deflect-blocking, and then grabbing a hold of the teenager's leg...
To literally in one twist toss him across the roof top.
It would seem that Kyosuke has all the moves this day, and that Shingo is just entirely too linear for his own good! His signature move is sent into action--only to have the speedy youth catch up to him and practically negate it. Once again, it would seem that Shingo finds himself caught by the leg... and then sent for a throw clear across the rooftop.
Landing, he bounces and skids, ultimately coming to rest up against the ledge of the roof. "Close one!" Yabuki exclaims, giving it a pat as he laughs. Pushing himself back up, he grimaces as he rubs at his back. "Man, I think you've got this one up over me, Kyosuke. I just wanted to watch the sun set, and here I am with all these aches and pains!"
He can't help but laugh again though as he moves for his backpack--the fallen soccer ball, split though it is, is kicked up into his hands. And he tosses it at Kyosuke, since he's the one who broke it! "You'll need to replace that! It's school property!"
COMBATSYS: Shingo can no longer fight.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke dodges Shingo's Thrown Object.
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Kyosuke 0/-------/=======|
Was that a trace of guilt? Mayhap, Kyosuke offered a smirk of amusement. Reaching out he snatched the deflated soccer ball from the air neatly, lifting it up to better inspect the rent hewn through it by his earlier cross cutter. "School property?" Looking around it, suprised. He hmphed to himself, he'd been caught in another manner! He'll accept his loss there. "I guess I will." He held onto it, and true to his word...
"The League is frequented by a variety of participants from all walks of life, styles, and skill power sets. It's not the end all, but the exposure is greater than one can attain just by remaining in Southtown, much less Japan. None of this information is new to you I'm aware..." Kyosuke regarded Shingo evenly, "I said I'd join to get better, and I meant it. I'll sign up." He started to walk towards the roof access, "There's something I need to do, and there're those who're depending on me. Do you know what it means to not want to let down those around you, Shingo?"
Pausing, Kyosuke turned to look back at the other teenager, the lilt of his lips indicative enough. He wasn't fighting just for himself. "The sun hasn't set yet." Turning his gaze to the sky, he lightly touched the edge of his glasses. And disappeared down to the topfloor. There was more behind that statement alone, but Shingo may never read all the way into it. He'd chosen to be vague at this time--the wheels had only just started turning. Maybe later he'd volunteer more information as further support was gained amongst his closer friends.
Technically Shingo hadn't won, so this...this was his middle ground.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke has ended the fight here.
But he gets the feeling that it's apples and oranges, that the worries that reside on the shoulders of the councilman are greater than those on his own. But hey, what good's a burden if you can't share it with others?
There's no further room for talk, not when Kyosuke is leaving. "Guess I'll see you in the League!" he calls out, but apart from a little wave there isn't much else to be said. He lets Kyosuke go, and he turns towards the dwindling sunset. Finally, he can write in his secret diary alone...
Log created by Kyosuke, and last modified on 16:30:08 04/22/2007.