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01 February 2006 @ 11:36 pm
Kendo practice, 1st of the year  
Zaraki entered the Kendo dojo with a sadistic grin on his face, cracking his knuckles & flexing the muscles on his phenominal physique, he stomped the ground laughed out loud," Who's ready for another 4 months of hell?! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
Looking at all the terrified faces, he could tell it was going to be quite a fun semester, in spite of the fact that Yamamoto-jichan dropped his metal shop course, in favor of funding for the school's sports program, and even though it meant more money for kendo as well, he was still infuriated over the fact that he lost a chance to make more students suffer show SHS another side of himself.
"Ok I got a special exercise to all you little traitors who were too good sign up for my class, thus causing it to be canceled," he said as he read the defuncted class' attendance sheet, " You get to spar with me........15 minutes a piece, and we don't go home until I've gotten everyone on my list! Ikkaku, you're up 1st!!!!!!"
 
 
 
Uryuu Ishidalone_sparrow on February 2nd, 2006 05:43 am (UTC)
If you were to honestly ask Ishida why he still showed up to kendo club during every meeting, you would never get an answer. Ever. He would mystically conjur up some class he had to get too, or if there was no school, some chore he had to do, or something along those lines. If you were to ask twice, he'd start avoiding you. Ask thrice and he may just file a restraining order. Because honestly, he had no idea. And he wouldn't question it. Doing so would throw off some universal balance he had going in his mind. It would cause a paradox. So you didn't ask.

He knew, sitting there, that they would be there at least two hours later than usual. He contemplated sneaking out. He then decided that he didn't want to face the wrath of the demon king when he was found absent. So he sat. Waiting. More than a little scared. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Zaraki Kenpachinameless_sword on February 6th, 2006 01:47 am (UTC)
"Ishida Uryuu," he shouted grabbing another shinai "......come on down!"
Uryuu Ishidalone_sparrow on February 6th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC)
Ishida tried not to jump when his name was called, and tried not to wimper as he grabbed the shinai from from Zaraki's hand. He got into his stance, looked Zaraki square in the eye, and tensed himself, preparing for the hit.

"Ok...I'm ready." Regretting immediately that he said it.
斑目一角 Madarame Ikkaku: press your luckno__hair on February 5th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
Ikkaku cursed loudly. "Man, I didn't wanna join metal shop!" He hadn't wanted to put up with this guy two in his day. Once was bad enough. Still, he got up quickly, untangling himself from the messed he'd been on the floor. He gripped the handle of the stick, trying to get a feel for it again.

Then he went into a defensive stance, waiting for Zaraki to make the first move. He was out of shape like hell, and he felt it in every movement. Not that he'd back down just because of that.
Zaraki Kenpachinameless_sword on February 6th, 2006 01:45 am (UTC)
Without hesitation Zaraki struck Ikkaku down, "You got balls, kid.....not much sense though!"

Flailing on his bald head, until his shinai broke, Zaraki spent the last 5 minutes powerbombing, & supplexing Ikkaku into the practice mat.
斑目一角 Madarame Ikkakuno__hair on February 6th, 2006 04:50 am (UTC)
Ikkaku did what he could to block the blows and return a few, but in the end only managed to get a sharp hit to him in the balls. He hadn't really been aiming for that area, but that's where his stick had hit, and he wasn't all that sorry about it if it got the demon's stick off his head.