City of Fakku rp ( Episode 1 started)
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Orik hadn't notice the lad leave the cell, though he did stir when the lad came back. "Oh. Yes lad. I'm quite alright. I was just thinking deeply. Remembering almost 150 years of me own history brought back a lot of emotions.", Orik said as a tear dropped from his eye. "Ah, but enough about that.", Orik says as he goes back to the bench and takes a seat. "Ta be honest. They didn't build this jail properly. The wall there," Orik says while pointing at the wall, "is about 2 feet thick and is made from a type of concrete that crumbles fairly easily. If need be, I can dig through that in 5 minutes tops, given the right tools. But sorry to go a stray.", Orik says as he claps his hands together. "Now. I want you to tell me everything about this smithing expert ya know.", Orik says happily, with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes.
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"Okay."Lang said with a smirk and a shrug.
"Shingo has this little shop down on Second Ave in the market district, though his family used to operate in Kyoto for as long as they existed. When you go there, it's best to have on shades when you enter though, 'cause the amount of blades will almost blind you the second you walk in. He makes all kinds of blades, not just Japanese Katanas, but swords from nearly every culture and country; Chinese Dao and Jian, European longswords and broadswords, Filipino kampilan and bolos and some you might not have even heard of. And he makes them from all kinds of materials, ebony, glass, dragon bone, steel, silver, red steel and plenty of others I can't name off the top of my head. He always said 'The sword is the only kind of weapon that's forged for far more than killing. And while I'm not a swordsman myself, the least I can do is supply those more capable than I am.'
Shingo's cool, almost every time you talk to him, there's something you can learn from him or some kind of exchange. I'm sure there's a lot you guys could learn from each other."
((OOC: Okay, this is where I sign off for the night. I need sleep, I will see you all tomorrow))
"Shingo has this little shop down on Second Ave in the market district, though his family used to operate in Kyoto for as long as they existed. When you go there, it's best to have on shades when you enter though, 'cause the amount of blades will almost blind you the second you walk in. He makes all kinds of blades, not just Japanese Katanas, but swords from nearly every culture and country; Chinese Dao and Jian, European longswords and broadswords, Filipino kampilan and bolos and some you might not have even heard of. And he makes them from all kinds of materials, ebony, glass, dragon bone, steel, silver, red steel and plenty of others I can't name off the top of my head. He always said 'The sword is the only kind of weapon that's forged for far more than killing. And while I'm not a swordsman myself, the least I can do is supply those more capable than I am.'
Shingo's cool, almost every time you talk to him, there's something you can learn from him or some kind of exchange. I'm sure there's a lot you guys could learn from each other."
((OOC: Okay, this is where I sign off for the night. I need sleep, I will see you all tomorrow))
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Jessine sat impatiently behind the two chattering men, "will they ever shutup?" she looked at Tai's face and he looked like he was about to scold her.
She sighed and continued to sit. After a few minutes of more talking she leans into Tai again, "I mean, they can talk a little quieter atleast."
Tai hushed her with a look of authority. She gave a sigh of relief when the man with a black cap started talking on the phone. Jessine notices the short man was still talking to him. Her eyes rolled with frustration as they continued their conversation. It only took a couple of minutes before she snapped, "OH MY GOD! Will you fucking stop talking?!"
"JESSINE!" Tai's words rang in the room. Jessine was left feeling scolded, but she continued to rant, "seriously? You're not annoyed by them? I know Shingi is, right?"
Shingi sat quietly with his eyes closed. Jessine rolled her eyes again, "All I wanted them to do was to shut up..."
Tai looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed, "Do you really want to continue talking and go against me again? Apologize..."
Jessine sighed dramatically and attempted to plac her fist on her jaw but the handcuffs attached to the chair restricted her. She stalled as long as she could before she had to apologize. Tai repeated himself very slowly, "Apologize...now..."
She sighed even louder but obeyed, "I'm sorry for telling you guys to shut the fuck up." Tai sighed but accepted the attempt to apologize to them.
His leadership took over, "You'll have to excuse her...You two are here because of the NSJ, too?"
She sighed and continued to sit. After a few minutes of more talking she leans into Tai again, "I mean, they can talk a little quieter atleast."
Tai hushed her with a look of authority. She gave a sigh of relief when the man with a black cap started talking on the phone. Jessine notices the short man was still talking to him. Her eyes rolled with frustration as they continued their conversation. It only took a couple of minutes before she snapped, "OH MY GOD! Will you fucking stop talking?!"
"JESSINE!" Tai's words rang in the room. Jessine was left feeling scolded, but she continued to rant, "seriously? You're not annoyed by them? I know Shingi is, right?"
Shingi sat quietly with his eyes closed. Jessine rolled her eyes again, "All I wanted them to do was to shut up..."
Tai looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed, "Do you really want to continue talking and go against me again? Apologize..."
Jessine sighed dramatically and attempted to plac her fist on her jaw but the handcuffs attached to the chair restricted her. She stalled as long as she could before she had to apologize. Tai repeated himself very slowly, "Apologize...now..."
She sighed even louder but obeyed, "I'm sorry for telling you guys to shut the fuck up." Tai sighed but accepted the attempt to apologize to them.
His leadership took over, "You'll have to excuse her...You two are here because of the NSJ, too?"
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Lang bit back the urge to tell the little girl to shut the fuck up as well. "Not exactly the best way to make a good impression... Anyway, I suppose you say as much. Shit, I was just taking my sister to school when those idiots were already there harassing the students. So, I decided to step in and scare them off. What's your story?
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Tai shook his head in disappointment, "Those people don't know when to stop. Well I was just with my guys and they just come bustin' down my door. We had to go and take care of them. A little threat here and there but nothing too bad."
Jessine looked dumbstruck, "Tai, you're being modest! The way you lifted him up, he had to be atleast a foot off the ground! Had them peeing in their pants." She had an annoyed face, "That stupid bitch, though...ruined my boots." Jessine lifted her black pleather boots that was now a discolored grey.
"I beat her real good for that..."
Jessine looked at Tai again and he had his eyes closed in a frustrated manner and so did Shingi. Tai took a deep breath and spoke to the man again, "You really do have to excuse her behavior...she's a handful. But that's basically what happened. Anyway...what did you do that was so bad for them to arrest you?"
Jessine looked dumbstruck, "Tai, you're being modest! The way you lifted him up, he had to be atleast a foot off the ground! Had them peeing in their pants." She had an annoyed face, "That stupid bitch, though...ruined my boots." Jessine lifted her black pleather boots that was now a discolored grey.
"I beat her real good for that..."
Jessine looked at Tai again and he had his eyes closed in a frustrated manner and so did Shingi. Tai took a deep breath and spoke to the man again, "You really do have to excuse her behavior...she's a handful. But that's basically what happened. Anyway...what did you do that was so bad for them to arrest you?"
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Lang just shrugged. "I brought my rifle to my sister's school and shot into the air to get them to shut up, then pointed it at them to get them to back off. Seriously, what's this world coming to that you need a gun just to take your sister to school? And in case you're wondering, the gun was loaded with blanks, so even if I did shoot at them, I wouldn't have hurt anyone... Unless I had the barrel glued to his face and caused some burns"
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Spoiler:
<-Tai (But no glasses or suit.
<- ShingiTai chuckled a bit, "If they were bothering my little sister, I would have just blown their heads off, but that's just me."
Shingi opened his eyes and looked at him, "You probably would..."
Jessine started to ignore the rest of their conversation and stared at the short man, "What about you?...why are you here? Did you chop some people up with your axe?"
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
As Anne continued her way to the Academy, A police car appeared on her sight and stopped right before her. "We have a warrant for you, you're under arrest," the officer said. What the hell... ?! the first thought that came to her mind. Her pride was in danger, no, a crisis. If such a thing were to become the news next day, she'd feel like dying out of sheer embarrassment. May I ask what crime I have committed to have you two arrest me?" Anne asked, really angry.
"Uhh... let's see... assaulting many men and women without touching them... ", the officer said, he himself seemed to have a ridiculed face. Anne forced her laughter in, trying not to burst out laughing. Anne could easily wipe these two ordinary men away but that would matters worse; her very pride was at stake here, it's only a matter of moments till it shatters - she was really tensed about it. Anne held her arms towards the officers, allowing them to lock her hands with the handcuffs.
Anne surrendered without protests. Even though the Nihon no Shin-Jisou are the ones who should be behind the bars, she had no other choice, all she could hope for was that when she'd be allowed to make a call home. Anne would be able to ask her attendants to pay the bill for her and get her out, and at the same time, maybe stop the newspaper publishers and stop all other media outlets from putting her situation on the news and censor the event in order to avoid the fate of terror where she'd be embarrassed to be even go out.
Anne sat down on the backseats on the police car and were escorted to the police station close by.
After some time passed, Anne was taken to the station, after which, she ugly policemen took her to a cell and locked her in; along with some others. Anne made a frustrated expression, Tch... for me to be put in an ugly cell... NSJ... you dared to insult me this much. I'll have you all beg for forgiveness and slash each of your heads off..
"Greetings, Plebians," she said.
"Uhh... let's see... assaulting many men and women without touching them... ", the officer said, he himself seemed to have a ridiculed face. Anne forced her laughter in, trying not to burst out laughing. Anne could easily wipe these two ordinary men away but that would matters worse; her very pride was at stake here, it's only a matter of moments till it shatters - she was really tensed about it. Anne held her arms towards the officers, allowing them to lock her hands with the handcuffs.
Anne surrendered without protests. Even though the Nihon no Shin-Jisou are the ones who should be behind the bars, she had no other choice, all she could hope for was that when she'd be allowed to make a call home. Anne would be able to ask her attendants to pay the bill for her and get her out, and at the same time, maybe stop the newspaper publishers and stop all other media outlets from putting her situation on the news and censor the event in order to avoid the fate of terror where she'd be embarrassed to be even go out.
Anne sat down on the backseats on the police car and were escorted to the police station close by.
After some time passed, Anne was taken to the station, after which, she ugly policemen took her to a cell and locked her in; along with some others. Anne made a frustrated expression, Tch... for me to be put in an ugly cell... NSJ... you dared to insult me this much. I'll have you all beg for forgiveness and slash each of your heads off..
"Greetings, Plebians," she said.
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"Aye. I'm here because of that group too. But I won't tell ya me story. Your too hotheaded for me to spend more than a smiggen of time telling ya me story before ya get bored and ignore me."
Orik sits back as he finishes, ending the conversation as a new young miss is lead into the same cell.
"Ahoi there young lass. Welcome to our humble party.", Orik gives a hearty laugh as he gets up to walk over towards the young lass. "I'm Orik Erothknurl, last of the dwarves, but ya can call me Orik.", as he holds out his hand to greet the lass with a cheerful smile on his face.
Orik sits back as he finishes, ending the conversation as a new young miss is lead into the same cell.
"Ahoi there young lass. Welcome to our humble party.", Orik gives a hearty laugh as he gets up to walk over towards the young lass. "I'm Orik Erothknurl, last of the dwarves, but ya can call me Orik.", as he holds out his hand to greet the lass with a cheerful smile on his face.
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((OOC: This is my attempt to post an event and make a post at the same time, so please bear with the length here))
Event 3b
Before Lang or anyone else could say anything, the guard came to the cell.
"Ying-san, I'm here to escort you to the interview room." He said.
Lang stood up and went to the gate of the cell, saying "And now comes the fun part, wish me luck." And was brought to the interview room.
The was mostly dark, save for a ceiling lamp that illuminated the single table and two chairs. While handcuffed still, Lang was seated as a heavy-set, dark-skinned man with a shaved head entered on the other side and sat opposite to Lang. The man made it a point to remove his gun and place it on the center of the table then fixed him a dagger-stare.
"Alright, you lil' bitch. I'm gonna ask some real simple questions, and I want some real simple answers." The detective said
"Well, somebody's been watching Menace 2 Society too many times." Lang quipped. "Also, my name ain't lil' bitch."
"Hmph... Now,"
"And, I ain't sayin' shit 'til my lawyer gets here."
The detective sighed, collected his gun and left. Some few minutes later, he returned with a fair-skinned man in a blue suit & red tie, jet black hair combed back in a sort of swoop. The new-comer sat next to Lang while the detective sat back down.
"Hi there, I'm Pheonix Wright: Ace Attorney!" He said with a cocky grin as he shook Lang's hand. "I was appointed by the City of Fakku to represent you in this case! So, what're the charges?"
"This lil punk brought a gun to a school, made some threatening gestures towards a group of unarmed civilians then shot a few of them." The dective said.
Both Lang and Phoenix looked equally shocked.
"What?!" Phoenix snapped then checked his paperwork. "That wasn't in the report I got!"
"That is some bullshit!" Lang snapped back. "First of all, I brought the rifle along because we have women gettin' raped left'n right and then you got this damn NSJ fuckheads goin' around and beatin' up anybody who ain't from around here. Secondly, those 'unarmed civilians' were a bunch'o those damn NSJ assholes-armed with bokken and shinai, mind you-who were busy harassing students and leering at their Council President, so I fired into the air once to get their attention and when I saw them about to move against me, I pointed the rifle at them, but didn't shoot. When they left, I left. And there's a whole school's worth of witnesses to back that up"
"That ain't what this report says." The detective said back.
"Let me see that report..." Phoenix said.
"Fuck you." The dective said then got up and left.
"Well, that went well." Pheonix said with a sigh. "But, seriously, the fact you brought a gun to a school doesn't exactly help your case."
"Well, when there's a bunch of assholes runnin' around and the cops that weren't bought off can only do so much. Besides, the gun was full of blanks." Lang explained.
Pheonix looked intrigue. "Loaded with blanks? So what, you just trying to scare them off or something?" Lang nodded. "Hm, but this makes no sense. The paperwork clearly said you were arrested for threatening a group of NSJ protesters with the rifle. If there were changes, I would've been told ahead of time."
"Well the fact me and some others are here at all is bullshit, anyway. Lang quipped and said back in the chair.
"So, you suspect some foul play? Those NSJ guys do have connections, after all." Pheonix asked.
"You tell me. Lang shrugged.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Ying. I gotta get to the other clients. I'll keep you and your family posted." Pheonix said
After which point, Lang was escorted back to the cell.
Event 3b
Spoiler:
Before Lang or anyone else could say anything, the guard came to the cell.
"Ying-san, I'm here to escort you to the interview room." He said.
Lang stood up and went to the gate of the cell, saying "And now comes the fun part, wish me luck." And was brought to the interview room.
The was mostly dark, save for a ceiling lamp that illuminated the single table and two chairs. While handcuffed still, Lang was seated as a heavy-set, dark-skinned man with a shaved head entered on the other side and sat opposite to Lang. The man made it a point to remove his gun and place it on the center of the table then fixed him a dagger-stare.
"Alright, you lil' bitch. I'm gonna ask some real simple questions, and I want some real simple answers." The detective said
"Well, somebody's been watching Menace 2 Society too many times." Lang quipped. "Also, my name ain't lil' bitch."
"Hmph... Now,"
"And, I ain't sayin' shit 'til my lawyer gets here."
The detective sighed, collected his gun and left. Some few minutes later, he returned with a fair-skinned man in a blue suit & red tie, jet black hair combed back in a sort of swoop. The new-comer sat next to Lang while the detective sat back down.
"Hi there, I'm Pheonix Wright: Ace Attorney!" He said with a cocky grin as he shook Lang's hand. "I was appointed by the City of Fakku to represent you in this case! So, what're the charges?"
"This lil punk brought a gun to a school, made some threatening gestures towards a group of unarmed civilians then shot a few of them." The dective said.
Both Lang and Phoenix looked equally shocked.
"What?!" Phoenix snapped then checked his paperwork. "That wasn't in the report I got!"
"That is some bullshit!" Lang snapped back. "First of all, I brought the rifle along because we have women gettin' raped left'n right and then you got this damn NSJ fuckheads goin' around and beatin' up anybody who ain't from around here. Secondly, those 'unarmed civilians' were a bunch'o those damn NSJ assholes-armed with bokken and shinai, mind you-who were busy harassing students and leering at their Council President, so I fired into the air once to get their attention and when I saw them about to move against me, I pointed the rifle at them, but didn't shoot. When they left, I left. And there's a whole school's worth of witnesses to back that up"
"That ain't what this report says." The detective said back.
"Let me see that report..." Phoenix said.
"Fuck you." The dective said then got up and left.
"Well, that went well." Pheonix said with a sigh. "But, seriously, the fact you brought a gun to a school doesn't exactly help your case."
"Well, when there's a bunch of assholes runnin' around and the cops that weren't bought off can only do so much. Besides, the gun was full of blanks." Lang explained.
Pheonix looked intrigue. "Loaded with blanks? So what, you just trying to scare them off or something?" Lang nodded. "Hm, but this makes no sense. The paperwork clearly said you were arrested for threatening a group of NSJ protesters with the rifle. If there were changes, I would've been told ahead of time."
"Well the fact me and some others are here at all is bullshit, anyway. Lang quipped and said back in the chair.
"So, you suspect some foul play? Those NSJ guys do have connections, after all." Pheonix asked.
"You tell me. Lang shrugged.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Ying. I gotta get to the other clients. I'll keep you and your family posted." Pheonix said
After which point, Lang was escorted back to the cell.
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Jessine glares at the short man. Tai laughs at her expense but scolds her when she mocks the man, "too hotheaded blah blah blah..."
A new girl came in and Jessine gave a sour look as she checked her out, she's pretty... Jessine thought bitterly to herself and a hint of jealously grew in her. It intensified a bit when she caught Shingi checking her out as well. Jessine frowned a bit but before she got a chance to tease him, a guard came in and escorted the man with the black cap, Ying-San apparently.
When he returned, Tai was escorted. Jessine sat impatiently until he returned. Shingi was the next to get interrogated. Jessine got a nervous feeling in her stomach as she saw Shingi return to the jail cell, "Fourie..." the guard spoke coldly. Jessine followed the guard to a dark room. She sat down across from a dark-skinned man with a shaved head. Jessine gave a deep sigh but couldn't help but glare at him. He glared back and breathed heavily, " what the fuck do you think you are looking at?"
Jessine twitched slightly but reserved herself,"I don't think that's anyway to speak to a minor. Where are your manners young man?"
The detective slammed his fist down on the table and stood up,"I don't have time to mess with punks like you. Now do you think it's fine to brutally beat an innocent woman? She did nothing to you."
He flipped through some papers,"Four broken ribs...a broken nose, fractured arm, a wired shut jaw...man you went to work on her, huh?"
Jessine furrowed her eyebrows, "do you really think someone as small as me...can do all of that? No way!"
The detective walked over to her and squatted next to her,"Yes, and I have more than enough witnesses to prove so."
"Impossible! I couldn't have done that...I'm just not strong enough. You gotta be kidding me."
"DO I lOOK LIKE A PERSON WHO KIDS?!"
"Yes..."
"I'm done with you. Get her out of here!"
The guard came in and grabbed her by the arm, almost throwing her back in the cell, "Hey, watch it!"
A new girl came in and Jessine gave a sour look as she checked her out, she's pretty... Jessine thought bitterly to herself and a hint of jealously grew in her. It intensified a bit when she caught Shingi checking her out as well. Jessine frowned a bit but before she got a chance to tease him, a guard came in and escorted the man with the black cap, Ying-San apparently.
When he returned, Tai was escorted. Jessine sat impatiently until he returned. Shingi was the next to get interrogated. Jessine got a nervous feeling in her stomach as she saw Shingi return to the jail cell, "Fourie..." the guard spoke coldly. Jessine followed the guard to a dark room. She sat down across from a dark-skinned man with a shaved head. Jessine gave a deep sigh but couldn't help but glare at him. He glared back and breathed heavily, " what the fuck do you think you are looking at?"
Jessine twitched slightly but reserved herself,"I don't think that's anyway to speak to a minor. Where are your manners young man?"
The detective slammed his fist down on the table and stood up,"I don't have time to mess with punks like you. Now do you think it's fine to brutally beat an innocent woman? She did nothing to you."
He flipped through some papers,"Four broken ribs...a broken nose, fractured arm, a wired shut jaw...man you went to work on her, huh?"
Jessine furrowed her eyebrows, "do you really think someone as small as me...can do all of that? No way!"
The detective walked over to her and squatted next to her,"Yes, and I have more than enough witnesses to prove so."
"Impossible! I couldn't have done that...I'm just not strong enough. You gotta be kidding me."
"DO I lOOK LIKE A PERSON WHO KIDS?!"
"Yes..."
"I'm done with you. Get her out of here!"
The guard came in and grabbed her by the arm, almost throwing her back in the cell, "Hey, watch it!"
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Kei dismounted off his bike, "God, what a long ride." he commented as he stretched his arms, looking up to the tall apartment building as he did so. "Okay then, let's get the ball rolling, shall we?" He entered the apartment building, heading towards the 3rd floor.
As Kei left the stairs, he could see all the police tape around one building. "Thanks, this makes things a lot easier." he thought to himself with a smirk. As he opened the door, an old man started shouting.
"Young man, can't you see the police tape!? You're not allowed in there!" Kei turned to him with a cold look on his face, trying to instill some fear into the man before he whipped out his police badge. Kei cleared his throught and said in a sort of authorative and somewhat rude manner
"See this badge, old man? I'm allowed access in here, so why don't you go off and tell some little kids to get of your imaginary lawn." He made a "shoo" gesture as he said this. The old man had an annoyed expression on his face and you could tell he wanted to go up to Kei and teach him some manners but instead he turned around and went back into his flat.
"Hmph, seniors." Kei commented as he entered the flat. The first thing he noticed was that the door had no signs of a forced entry meaning that the suspect had access to the victim's flat during the time of the act. Kei took a look at the hallway floor, there were lots of footprints. "Looks like this was a group act and they didn't have much manners either. . . kept their shoes on." Kei walked into the living room, with just a glance you could tell there was a struggle. He observed and followed the footprints around, as he did, he noticed that someone was watching him. Kei took a glance out the window from time to time as he continued investigating.
((OOC: it would seem that somebody neg repped my profile. . . can't seem to understand why though.))
As Kei left the stairs, he could see all the police tape around one building. "Thanks, this makes things a lot easier." he thought to himself with a smirk. As he opened the door, an old man started shouting.
"Young man, can't you see the police tape!? You're not allowed in there!" Kei turned to him with a cold look on his face, trying to instill some fear into the man before he whipped out his police badge. Kei cleared his throught and said in a sort of authorative and somewhat rude manner
"See this badge, old man? I'm allowed access in here, so why don't you go off and tell some little kids to get of your imaginary lawn." He made a "shoo" gesture as he said this. The old man had an annoyed expression on his face and you could tell he wanted to go up to Kei and teach him some manners but instead he turned around and went back into his flat.
"Hmph, seniors." Kei commented as he entered the flat. The first thing he noticed was that the door had no signs of a forced entry meaning that the suspect had access to the victim's flat during the time of the act. Kei took a look at the hallway floor, there were lots of footprints. "Looks like this was a group act and they didn't have much manners either. . . kept their shoes on." Kei walked into the living room, with just a glance you could tell there was a struggle. He observed and followed the footprints around, as he did, he noticed that someone was watching him. Kei took a glance out the window from time to time as he continued investigating.
((OOC: it would seem that somebody neg repped my profile. . . can't seem to understand why though.))
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(@Kei For the evulz? Wahahahahahaha! It certainly wasn't me, though I'm probably making myself look suspicious now ^_^ @Lang I was just going to have Maho visit Orik in jail, but thanks for looking out for me)
I arrived a bit late to my part-time job, but it turned out alright and my guitar got fixed. Right now, I'm sitting in the park with my hood pulled over my face and with my guitar in my hands, just quietly strumming a few notes.
"Follow me...and ba-by I will set you free if you be-lieve in me..."
I want to find out what happened to Orik; I saw him getting arrested while I was working, and now I'm worried. So after this short break in the park, I'll go visit him. That's what I was thinking of doing, when suddenly I get approached by some funny-looking guys. "Hello, miss, we hear you were attacked by a foreigner, would you like to join the NSJ to execute vengeance? You'll even get a free kimono and bokken if you join now!" I look back at them with a puzzled expression, "NSJ? What is that? New Secret Jelly?" The man simply laughs, "Haha! What a funny girl you are!" "You're the ones wearing those funny clothes..." I mumble in reply.
"So, will you join?" he asks again. "I get a wooden sword and one of those traditional Japanese dresses if I join now?" I question. "Yes!" "Oh golly gee...that's a really tempting offer...let me consult with my guitar...okay, sure." "Great! Just sign your name here!" he says this and then produces a clipboard with a list of other names. I sign using my mom's maiden name, and he takes a look before exclaiming, "Great! You're all set! Here's your kimono and bokken!" "Cool!" I tuck my new kimono and guitar away before gallantly brandishing my new wooden sword! "You look great with that bokken! Do you take classes or something?" "Nah, I just watch a lot of samurai shows" "Well, either way, you're gonna get to put those samurai shows to good use! Get excited, because WE'RE GONNA EXTERMINATE THOSE FOREIGNERS, RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" he exclaims this, and the group behind him cheers with him.
Huh. "Oh, sorry, I kinda forgot, what does NSJ stand for again?" I ask the man. "Nihon no Shin-Jisou! The great, all-Japanese movement of the Japanese, by the Japanese, and for the Japanese!" I wonder what would happen if I told him I was technically born and raised in America... I scratch my head, wondering why that sounds familiar, and then I remember! "So, where's that foreigner who attacked you? We'll take care of him!" he asks. "He went that way!" I point in the direction of Mt. Fuji. "Got it! Let's go, everyone!" His group cheers with him and they proceed to march in the general direction of Mt. Fuji.
I'm relieved when they leave and I start laughing nervously at how I might have just gotten caught up in something dangerous... I notice a girl walking up to me who asks, "Um, Miss, why did you join them? What they're doing is just wrong... Please listen to the voice of reason!" "Oh, hello, my name is Maho, and yours?" "You're not listening!" "But...I always introduce myself when meeting a beautiful stranger such as yourself..." She blushes, and stammers out, "W-w-w-what are you saying...?! Y-y-y-you're not...!" I lightly chop her on the head with my hand. "No, I'm not. I only joined them so I could get free stuff" Her face seems to get even redder, a mixture of anger, embarassment, and relief. So she starts to quietly cry. "Oops, oops, sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Calm down, please, ahaha..." After she calms down, she introduces herself and tells me about the Organization for an Understanding Japan, a counter-group to NSJ that believes in tolerance and peaceful coexistence. "So if I join, do I...?" "No, you won't get free stuff..." "I totally was not going to ask about that! Anyway! I'm fine with foreigners and all that...but I don't want to join your group. Or any group. Right now, I just wanna have fun and play music" "But! But! You say that now, but sooner or later you'll be involved too! One way or another, you'll have to pick a side one day" "..." I simply look back at her without saying anything. "Excuse me...have a nice day, Maho" She leaves, and I'm alone again. Well, time to go visit Orik!
I ride my bike to the local police station, and I walk inside. I see quite a few people in the cells, before spotting Orik. "Hey Orik. What happened? Are you alright?"
I arrived a bit late to my part-time job, but it turned out alright and my guitar got fixed. Right now, I'm sitting in the park with my hood pulled over my face and with my guitar in my hands, just quietly strumming a few notes.
"Follow me...and ba-by I will set you free if you be-lieve in me..."
I want to find out what happened to Orik; I saw him getting arrested while I was working, and now I'm worried. So after this short break in the park, I'll go visit him. That's what I was thinking of doing, when suddenly I get approached by some funny-looking guys. "Hello, miss, we hear you were attacked by a foreigner, would you like to join the NSJ to execute vengeance? You'll even get a free kimono and bokken if you join now!" I look back at them with a puzzled expression, "NSJ? What is that? New Secret Jelly?" The man simply laughs, "Haha! What a funny girl you are!" "You're the ones wearing those funny clothes..." I mumble in reply.
"So, will you join?" he asks again. "I get a wooden sword and one of those traditional Japanese dresses if I join now?" I question. "Yes!" "Oh golly gee...that's a really tempting offer...let me consult with my guitar...okay, sure." "Great! Just sign your name here!" he says this and then produces a clipboard with a list of other names. I sign using my mom's maiden name, and he takes a look before exclaiming, "Great! You're all set! Here's your kimono and bokken!" "Cool!" I tuck my new kimono and guitar away before gallantly brandishing my new wooden sword! "You look great with that bokken! Do you take classes or something?" "Nah, I just watch a lot of samurai shows" "Well, either way, you're gonna get to put those samurai shows to good use! Get excited, because WE'RE GONNA EXTERMINATE THOSE FOREIGNERS, RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" he exclaims this, and the group behind him cheers with him.
Huh. "Oh, sorry, I kinda forgot, what does NSJ stand for again?" I ask the man. "Nihon no Shin-Jisou! The great, all-Japanese movement of the Japanese, by the Japanese, and for the Japanese!" I wonder what would happen if I told him I was technically born and raised in America... I scratch my head, wondering why that sounds familiar, and then I remember! "So, where's that foreigner who attacked you? We'll take care of him!" he asks. "He went that way!" I point in the direction of Mt. Fuji. "Got it! Let's go, everyone!" His group cheers with him and they proceed to march in the general direction of Mt. Fuji.
I'm relieved when they leave and I start laughing nervously at how I might have just gotten caught up in something dangerous... I notice a girl walking up to me who asks, "Um, Miss, why did you join them? What they're doing is just wrong... Please listen to the voice of reason!" "Oh, hello, my name is Maho, and yours?" "You're not listening!" "But...I always introduce myself when meeting a beautiful stranger such as yourself..." She blushes, and stammers out, "W-w-w-what are you saying...?! Y-y-y-you're not...!" I lightly chop her on the head with my hand. "No, I'm not. I only joined them so I could get free stuff" Her face seems to get even redder, a mixture of anger, embarassment, and relief. So she starts to quietly cry. "Oops, oops, sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Calm down, please, ahaha..." After she calms down, she introduces herself and tells me about the Organization for an Understanding Japan, a counter-group to NSJ that believes in tolerance and peaceful coexistence. "So if I join, do I...?" "No, you won't get free stuff..." "I totally was not going to ask about that! Anyway! I'm fine with foreigners and all that...but I don't want to join your group. Or any group. Right now, I just wanna have fun and play music" "But! But! You say that now, but sooner or later you'll be involved too! One way or another, you'll have to pick a side one day" "..." I simply look back at her without saying anything. "Excuse me...have a nice day, Maho" She leaves, and I'm alone again. Well, time to go visit Orik!
I ride my bike to the local police station, and I walk inside. I see quite a few people in the cells, before spotting Orik. "Hey Orik. What happened? Are you alright?"
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When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking someone's warmth, but finding only the rough canvass cover of the mattress. Then I opened my eyes, at the moment I saw a strike of light. Then i started to realize that I've been assigned here for one year.
I swing my legs off the bed and slide to my slippers. I pull on my clot5hes, then fixed my grayish hair with wax.
I hurriedly took my Bokken, which is my prized possesion. I can still feel the sticky effect from the wax as I slide my fingers on the case.
My bokken is created in rarity.
I remember my father craftifng it carefully when I was 16. It is a long sword like wood that has a special steel rod inside. My fahter is pretty handful in making such stuffs. He has very talented hands in making first class weapons. I wonder if he is still here right now, he would have been a great leader of NSJ, with me of course.
I hurriedly approached the door beside the table. I woke up a bit late.
I don't want to lose respect to my fellow protesters. As i opened the door, neat space from the aisle filled my eyes. It is a long, narrow aisle that leads me to the center of the building.
As i turn my to my left, I saw my men glancing at me, no one dared to look me right in the eye, as they hurriedly make a way for me. I don't need to shove my way through the crowd, for I am their Head, Satou Sarutobi!
The center of the building is composed of a small stage and a number of chairs used for meetings and announcements.
Alot of men dressed in black, traditional clothes move collectively, making the whole place look small.
I headed for the information desk where two men are assigned with. I can see both of them acting like fools, making themselves look busy so I cannot yell, or at least, notice them.
"How's it going?" I asked with dignified voice
"Sir, everything goes smoothly" said the one with the shaggy red hair while holding a black pen in his right arm.
"Though" The one interfered with shaky voice
"Some of our actions yesterday where unsuccesful because some civilians near the Fakku University interfered, Sir." said the one with hazel eyes while seriously checking the files on the computer.
"It can't be helped."
I spoke in a military manner. "The area it was held was commonly occupied of civilians, mainly the students."
"How about the government? Did they do any actions?"
"Yes sir. It seems that they are working on a law, regarding with the immigrants. But the information is not yet confirmed, Sir. But still working it."
"Hmmm... It seems our actions are paying off."
"Where is the nearest set up?"
"The nearest location is in the city's main market, Sir.
the group consists roughly around 20 individuals, each carrying banner or sign board."
"Why in the market?" I asked.
"A lot of immigrants are reported to be at the place, Sir. And most of the reports from the intel stated that one of the main concerns of the city is the market, Sir."
"Who's in-charge?" I asked while looking the other straight in his eyes. The two at the desk intentionally looked at each other, while the one is noticeably raedy to speak.
"Sir Minato, Sir."
...
I felt a small amount of shock after I heard the name. Minato... My childhood friend, that appeared to be my very own rival.
"Ha!Ha!Ha!" I carelessly laughed.
I can see their puzzeled faces looking at me. They definitely didn't know about our past, and I have no intention of explaining.
Oh Minato. I never imagined that the both of us will meet here. What a Fate.
I swing my legs off the bed and slide to my slippers. I pull on my clot5hes, then fixed my grayish hair with wax.
I hurriedly took my Bokken, which is my prized possesion. I can still feel the sticky effect from the wax as I slide my fingers on the case.
My bokken is created in rarity.
I remember my father craftifng it carefully when I was 16. It is a long sword like wood that has a special steel rod inside. My fahter is pretty handful in making such stuffs. He has very talented hands in making first class weapons. I wonder if he is still here right now, he would have been a great leader of NSJ, with me of course.
I hurriedly approached the door beside the table. I woke up a bit late.
I don't want to lose respect to my fellow protesters. As i opened the door, neat space from the aisle filled my eyes. It is a long, narrow aisle that leads me to the center of the building.
As i turn my to my left, I saw my men glancing at me, no one dared to look me right in the eye, as they hurriedly make a way for me. I don't need to shove my way through the crowd, for I am their Head, Satou Sarutobi!
The center of the building is composed of a small stage and a number of chairs used for meetings and announcements.
Alot of men dressed in black, traditional clothes move collectively, making the whole place look small.
I headed for the information desk where two men are assigned with. I can see both of them acting like fools, making themselves look busy so I cannot yell, or at least, notice them.
"How's it going?" I asked with dignified voice
"Sir, everything goes smoothly" said the one with the shaggy red hair while holding a black pen in his right arm.
"Though" The one interfered with shaky voice
"Some of our actions yesterday where unsuccesful because some civilians near the Fakku University interfered, Sir." said the one with hazel eyes while seriously checking the files on the computer.
"It can't be helped."
I spoke in a military manner. "The area it was held was commonly occupied of civilians, mainly the students."
"How about the government? Did they do any actions?"
"Yes sir. It seems that they are working on a law, regarding with the immigrants. But the information is not yet confirmed, Sir. But still working it."
"Hmmm... It seems our actions are paying off."
"Where is the nearest set up?"
"The nearest location is in the city's main market, Sir.
the group consists roughly around 20 individuals, each carrying banner or sign board."
"Why in the market?" I asked.
"A lot of immigrants are reported to be at the place, Sir. And most of the reports from the intel stated that one of the main concerns of the city is the market, Sir."
"Who's in-charge?" I asked while looking the other straight in his eyes. The two at the desk intentionally looked at each other, while the one is noticeably raedy to speak.
"Sir Minato, Sir."
...
I felt a small amount of shock after I heard the name. Minato... My childhood friend, that appeared to be my very own rival.
"Ha!Ha!Ha!" I carelessly laughed.
I can see their puzzeled faces looking at me. They definitely didn't know about our past, and I have no intention of explaining.
Oh Minato. I never imagined that the both of us will meet here. What a Fate.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
Anne smiled, "Good day to you, and all of you, and nice to meet you, Orik. I believe I've heard of you before, through rumors, though," she stopped, glanced over the group of people and quickly averted her eyes to the dwarf.
Right after she said so, an policemen appeared outside the bars, opened the locks and took Anne out. Saying that it's already time to meet the detective and speak with him.
Once taken to the dark room, with a lamp barely lighting up the whole place, Anne took a seat. "Alright little bitch. I'm gonna ask you some questions, gimme some real answers alright?!" the detective said, completely lacking mannerisms in his words.
"Before you do any such things, mind your manners. And how the hell are you going to make it up to me for calling me a 'bitch' Detective-san?", Anne said, fearless, while on the inside, it's as if she was sweating profusely.
"What do ya just say?", "You've heard me right. Learn to speak properly to the aristocrats, for you shall suffer endlessly if you don't do so," Anne said, trying to threaten the Detective himself.
"Tch... you're here ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS, don't fucking give me threats you... you... !!" despite his words, he couldn't bring himself to speak that certain word out again.
"Before that... the Attorney please," Anne said, putting her palm at the place of her right cheek. The Detective took his gun up that was placed before him and took leave.
The Detective then came back with Anne's Attorney. "No need to fear, 'cause I'm here, Pheonix Wright: Ace Attorney!!" he said. Anne seemed disappointed. "I was appointed by this city. So, if I ask; what are the charges?" he asked.
The Detective grumbled at first, then took a look at the reports in his hands, "Uh.. let's see now, this young lady here kicked some innocent unarmed citizen's asses without laying a hand on 'em and she's also called a 'monster' for this. You're from the Magus Academy right? So I'm assuming the use of magic here little young lady, using magic to harm innocents can still be crime 'ya know?!"
The way he said "young lady" really annoyed her, she felt mocked, which he probably was doing, "Not quite," Anne spoke, the detective was startled, They were armed, but their weapons couldn't breach my protection. It was an act of self-defense after they wanted me to leave the country."
"What the fuck are you talking about?! That's not what my report says!" the detective retorted. "Actually, my report says the same as what Anne-san said, there seems to be some discrepancies here... " Phoenix said.
"Tch... " the Detective took his leave yet again. "Well, using magic at all is not a good idea, don't you think?" said Phoenix. Anne replied, "As I said, it was for self protection... and besides; who gave them the right to insult me of the upper class? They got some nerves... they are the ones who should be behind the bars. Anyway, I think those NSJ people are setting up some kind of a conspiracy here, either that, or it's just exaggeration which anyone would see everywhere on their reports," Anne said as she frowned.
"Seems that way, even Ying-san said something similar, I guess it's happening with everyone who were recently arrested," said the Attorney. Anne realized that it just wasn't her alone, after all.
Well, anyway, I'd like to make a call home after all this... paying the bills and censoring the news should be what must do as of now," Anne said, sighing. "Oho! Smart idea, as expected of one of the upper-classed society's Hime-samas," Anne smiled at his words.
Anne was then escorted out of the cell, she then inquired if she could now make a call to her mansion, and was allowed to do so. She then pressed numbers and dialed, It's me, Anne, do you hear me, Rie?!" Anne asked.
"Y-Yes Ojou-sama! What's wrong, something happened on the academy?!"
"No, something worse, tell Misaki, our head maid to come to the station close to 22nd. It's an emergency. They arrested me out of false charges, tell her to pay the bills and get out of here AND censor all possible news of me being arrested, I will NOT allow my pride and honor to be spilled water on, do you hear me?!" Anne said.
"Y-Yes Ojou-sama, I'll get to it immediately! Please take care of yourself until we Misaki can get you!" Rie said, hanging out probably ran off. Anne was then escorted back to the cell.
Right after she said so, an policemen appeared outside the bars, opened the locks and took Anne out. Saying that it's already time to meet the detective and speak with him.
Once taken to the dark room, with a lamp barely lighting up the whole place, Anne took a seat. "Alright little bitch. I'm gonna ask you some questions, gimme some real answers alright?!" the detective said, completely lacking mannerisms in his words.
"Before you do any such things, mind your manners. And how the hell are you going to make it up to me for calling me a 'bitch' Detective-san?", Anne said, fearless, while on the inside, it's as if she was sweating profusely.
"What do ya just say?", "You've heard me right. Learn to speak properly to the aristocrats, for you shall suffer endlessly if you don't do so," Anne said, trying to threaten the Detective himself.
"Tch... you're here ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS, don't fucking give me threats you... you... !!" despite his words, he couldn't bring himself to speak that certain word out again.
"Before that... the Attorney please," Anne said, putting her palm at the place of her right cheek. The Detective took his gun up that was placed before him and took leave.
The Detective then came back with Anne's Attorney. "No need to fear, 'cause I'm here, Pheonix Wright: Ace Attorney!!" he said. Anne seemed disappointed. "I was appointed by this city. So, if I ask; what are the charges?" he asked.
The Detective grumbled at first, then took a look at the reports in his hands, "Uh.. let's see now, this young lady here kicked some innocent unarmed citizen's asses without laying a hand on 'em and she's also called a 'monster' for this. You're from the Magus Academy right? So I'm assuming the use of magic here little young lady, using magic to harm innocents can still be crime 'ya know?!"
The way he said "young lady" really annoyed her, she felt mocked, which he probably was doing, "Not quite," Anne spoke, the detective was startled, They were armed, but their weapons couldn't breach my protection. It was an act of self-defense after they wanted me to leave the country."
"What the fuck are you talking about?! That's not what my report says!" the detective retorted. "Actually, my report says the same as what Anne-san said, there seems to be some discrepancies here... " Phoenix said.
"Tch... " the Detective took his leave yet again. "Well, using magic at all is not a good idea, don't you think?" said Phoenix. Anne replied, "As I said, it was for self protection... and besides; who gave them the right to insult me of the upper class? They got some nerves... they are the ones who should be behind the bars. Anyway, I think those NSJ people are setting up some kind of a conspiracy here, either that, or it's just exaggeration which anyone would see everywhere on their reports," Anne said as she frowned.
"Seems that way, even Ying-san said something similar, I guess it's happening with everyone who were recently arrested," said the Attorney. Anne realized that it just wasn't her alone, after all.
Well, anyway, I'd like to make a call home after all this... paying the bills and censoring the news should be what must do as of now," Anne said, sighing. "Oho! Smart idea, as expected of one of the upper-classed society's Hime-samas," Anne smiled at his words.
Anne was then escorted out of the cell, she then inquired if she could now make a call to her mansion, and was allowed to do so. She then pressed numbers and dialed, It's me, Anne, do you hear me, Rie?!" Anne asked.
"Y-Yes Ojou-sama! What's wrong, something happened on the academy?!"
"No, something worse, tell Misaki, our head maid to come to the station close to 22nd. It's an emergency. They arrested me out of false charges, tell her to pay the bills and get out of here AND censor all possible news of me being arrested, I will NOT allow my pride and honor to be spilled water on, do you hear me?!" Anne said.
"Y-Yes Ojou-sama, I'll get to it immediately! Please take care of yourself until we Misaki can get you!" Rie said, hanging out probably ran off. Anne was then escorted back to the cell.
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"Ahoi there young miss. I didn't expect ta see ya again today. I am doing just fine, thank ya, though I seem to have been arrested for ignoring relocation papers. But how are ya? I hope ya got yer instrument fixed up all right.", Orik says kindly to the young miss that had come to see him.
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The smell of this City is far different from the countryside of Hokkaido.
The city lights, the noise, and the ambiance. Japan is now gradually changing into something I have never expected.
The city’s main market is not that far in the Nippon no Shin-Jisou’s hideout we call “The Central Building”, just two blocks away.
I decided to take a walk instead of riding my bike. Wearing our uniform while maneuvering a bike would be pretty difficult for these traditional clothes that represent my old country.
From a distance, I can hear a loud steer from the wheels and a dark smoke coming from the place of the sound. As the sound goes louder and nearer, I sighted two young male blondes driving their scooters roughly between the intersection.
The two looks like liberated Americans with no respect as they own the way like two old drunkards.
“Whoooo, yeah!” the one screamed carelessly to the people sitting at the bench of the stores. I can see the people near them irritated with the noise and the smoke they make.
I can’t help but to yell at them because I can’t handle the anger. “Yow fucking retards! Why don’t you go back to your country and have fun with your fellow Bastards! ”
But the two zoom out of their way and it seems like none of them noticed. The thick smoke smelled like burned diesel followed after their way.
The smoke made me remembered of how fresh the air is in the seaside of Okhotsk. I will never forget the icy breeze and the peace that scenery gave from the place I once treasured with Minato, my friend, before.
It was 15 years back then when I entered college at Hokkaido with my comrade, Minato Nagasaki. We used to share everything before, our things, our room, our activities, our perception in life, everything.
We trained together at the dojo with our Bokken. “For the 10th time Minato! You didn’t even laid a finger on me! What a weakling?!”
“Hmph, you’re just lucky today. I’ll beat you tomorrow!” He desperately said.
I laughed because that day did never come.
I always outshine him in everything back then, in studies and in training. But despite the difference between our abilities, he never planted such hatred against me.
One day, a transferee student from Canada managed to study at our campus. She was so sweet and attractive that most of the men in our University fell in love with. And so as I. My feelings with her grew as day goes by, and a year of courting has finally paid off.
On the other side, Minato is quite busy studying martial arts. He persevered on mastering techniques about hand to hand combat. I thought about him, being busy, is a good time for myself because I don’t want to share the girl I dear. I know I am the only one in her heart.
And I was wrong. Never did I know that she and Minato share a mutual understanding secretly. My heart was torn apart and tears from my eyes overflowed. My hatred with her and Minato developed over the years.
But instead of drowning out of love, I used it to fuel my passion to learn Bokken more and some handful of Martial Arts.
Until this day, the pain and hatred lingers somewhere in my heart. And just thinking that I and Minato would meet again, just makes it even worse.
But I have to forget about such personal matters now because I am entrusted a more important task at hand.
I will face Minato at my very best.
The city lights, the noise, and the ambiance. Japan is now gradually changing into something I have never expected.
The city’s main market is not that far in the Nippon no Shin-Jisou’s hideout we call “The Central Building”, just two blocks away.
I decided to take a walk instead of riding my bike. Wearing our uniform while maneuvering a bike would be pretty difficult for these traditional clothes that represent my old country.
From a distance, I can hear a loud steer from the wheels and a dark smoke coming from the place of the sound. As the sound goes louder and nearer, I sighted two young male blondes driving their scooters roughly between the intersection.
The two looks like liberated Americans with no respect as they own the way like two old drunkards.
“Whoooo, yeah!” the one screamed carelessly to the people sitting at the bench of the stores. I can see the people near them irritated with the noise and the smoke they make.
I can’t help but to yell at them because I can’t handle the anger. “Yow fucking retards! Why don’t you go back to your country and have fun with your fellow Bastards! ”
But the two zoom out of their way and it seems like none of them noticed. The thick smoke smelled like burned diesel followed after their way.
The smoke made me remembered of how fresh the air is in the seaside of Okhotsk. I will never forget the icy breeze and the peace that scenery gave from the place I once treasured with Minato, my friend, before.
It was 15 years back then when I entered college at Hokkaido with my comrade, Minato Nagasaki. We used to share everything before, our things, our room, our activities, our perception in life, everything.
We trained together at the dojo with our Bokken. “For the 10th time Minato! You didn’t even laid a finger on me! What a weakling?!”
“Hmph, you’re just lucky today. I’ll beat you tomorrow!” He desperately said.
I laughed because that day did never come.
I always outshine him in everything back then, in studies and in training. But despite the difference between our abilities, he never planted such hatred against me.
One day, a transferee student from Canada managed to study at our campus. She was so sweet and attractive that most of the men in our University fell in love with. And so as I. My feelings with her grew as day goes by, and a year of courting has finally paid off.
On the other side, Minato is quite busy studying martial arts. He persevered on mastering techniques about hand to hand combat. I thought about him, being busy, is a good time for myself because I don’t want to share the girl I dear. I know I am the only one in her heart.
And I was wrong. Never did I know that she and Minato share a mutual understanding secretly. My heart was torn apart and tears from my eyes overflowed. My hatred with her and Minato developed over the years.
But instead of drowning out of love, I used it to fuel my passion to learn Bokken more and some handful of Martial Arts.
Until this day, the pain and hatred lingers somewhere in my heart. And just thinking that I and Minato would meet again, just makes it even worse.
But I have to forget about such personal matters now because I am entrusted a more important task at hand.
I will face Minato at my very best.
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"Mr. Guitar and I are fine but, aren't you in trouble? You're behind bars, you know? The NSJ is behind this, right?" When that NSJ member thought a foreigner attacked me, he was probably talking about Orik. "I get the feeling if you hadn't been there to help me, you wouldn't have gotten arrested. So uh, hehe, at the very least, I think I could pay for your bail. It looks crowded in there"
...It's not so much crowded as more like there's three scary-looking guys in there. And two cute-looking girls. The disparity between these two images is disconcerting, not to mention the third image Orik gives off. Huh. I FEEL A SONG HERE...but I need to restrain myself. "So did anyone in there get raped yet? That's what happens in prison, right?"
...It's not so much crowded as more like there's three scary-looking guys in there. And two cute-looking girls. The disparity between these two images is disconcerting, not to mention the third image Orik gives off. Huh. I FEEL A SONG HERE...but I need to restrain myself. "So did anyone in there get raped yet? That's what happens in prison, right?"