SECUNDARIA HISPA: NEW RUMBLE PT 3: RUMBLE POR SIEMPRE

>>3531
I took a long time to answer you so I'll just make it so you succeed but didn't do much damage kek
Once you escape the attack, you had awakened something. A technique that goes beyond any strength and speed she or you could have imagined a second ago.

Your reaction is instantaneous, you just thought about it... No. It was before you even thought about it, you appeared before a Maya who was just finishing turning with your leg, an element of devastation, advancing with a clear objective.

She couldn't react, she probably didn't even see it coming. Your foot hit her hip so fast and hard that her face only started to contort in pain once it was already back on the ground. You saw her eyes close tightly and her body be pushed to the side despite her effort not to fall with her feet firmly planted.

<Maya 40% HP

She is thrown a few centimeters dragging her soles, but this happens slowly. When she opens her eyes again despite maintaining the ghost of pain in her gaze, you see her form a fist and open her mouth in a scream too slow for you to hear its beginning. She was throwing a punch, but you see her still. This fight is already far below you.

Let's just finish this, nigger, roll some dice so we can end it next turn kek

>>3534
>Trevor

>Of course not. No 'anyone' could defeat me...

"Everything is possible with the right anyone." A vagabond could have the secrets of the world. A drunk could have the cure for cirrhosis. You never know.

... More importantly, as far as he knew, the girl had responsibilities to other people.

>No...

The karateka wasn't speaking with the same energy he had grown accustomed to. It wasn't his business, even though his human empathy forced him to wonder why...

"...."

What he wanted to know most now was why she had just sat down next to him uninvited.

>I quit after I lost... I wasn't as strong as I thought. I couldn't continue to be a pillar for Date-sama...

Trevor sighs, a gesture that reluctantly announces he was all ears. Although what he heard disappointed him.

>but he let me go so easily... I didn't expect that...

"Hm..."

>Besides... Dad got upset.

"...?

Okay, this was starting to sound too personal...

>Fighting so recklessly... and losing... I'm not ready to inherit the dojo. And with Dad's condition...

She looks away, trying to escape this whole affair. This was beyond the question he had asked.

>You surprised me. You surpassed my style. Now you must take me as your student.

"...You could have asked for a rematch or something normal... They certainly made a drama out of a single fight..."

These martial artists took things very seriously... For him, it was all over as soon as he lit his cigarette.

"I said you were strong. Wasn't that enough?" There's nothing else she wants to learn from him.

After all, he's just a fighter. If you beat him you're stronger, if you lose you're weaker, if he likes you or dislikes you he gives you his opinion. A master teaches you the rasengan, Trevor takes it to the face to see how much he can take.

"I'm more disappointed that your band didn't do more to stop you. They could have attacked me in revenge at least..." He crosses his arms.

"... If I were to defeat that 'Date-sama'..." He smiles. The same kind of smile Mikoto would have seen in his fight against him. "...Losing to me wouldn't be so bad, would it?"

Trevor took it as an insult.

The idea that losing to him would be so humiliating that she would be forced to abandon all her loyalties. That only made sense if the person she served was a step above him. What did she come to learn then? To serve him better in the future?

"I'll have to talk to him."

Of course, any insult was a challenge.

--

>Good morning, young ones. I am Doctor Professor Pili Cucamonga and...
>HAHAHAHA! DOCTOR PROFESSOR! HAHA

"...."

>What are you laughing at...?
>Shut up, damn it!
>Oh, sorry.

New day, new professor introduced. If anything amused him about him, it would be his name more than his doctorate. Though not enough to laugh out loud.
>Ahem... Please pay attention. Let's see... Today, taking advantage of these dates, we will talk about a topic that fascinates me and I'm sure many of you too: ghosts.

"Hm..."

By now Trevor had already shifted gears. From delinquent to punctual student. He had his notebook on his desk and was taking notes.

>? What class is this?

"It must be biology..." He assures.

"'Must' be..." No, he rather begs.

"I'm in trouble if it's not..." He was already writing in the biology notebook. There was no turning back, he would have to tear out pages if it turned out to be something else.

>As you well know, ghost stories have existed for a very long time.

"Since what year? Do I have to memorize it?"

>They have inspired movies, series, and many more fictional tales made to scare people. Because of this, many people dismiss them as fictional beings...
>Well of course, man.. OP knows the alexlore

>But what would you think if I told you that ghosts exist?

"Hmmm..." Trevor jots that down.

>W-what? Damn, no, man! It doesn't make sense. Don't make me go crazy!
>It's the truth.

"Incredible..."

>It must be a bluff... impossible.
>Hm... I say seeing is believing.

"But they are invisible, aren't they? It's simply not something you can judge with your eyes..." A hand on his chin --he was in thoughtful mode.

"It would be enough for me if they could hurt me..." An invisible opponent... It's not something he has ever experienced. He would like to see how his body would adapt to the challenge.

>Pfft... Pure nonsense.
>I know, it's a very divisive topic. But it's true. There are ghosts, and many types in fact. The most common are known as...
>Residuals...

Trevor takes notes.

>They are the most basic ghosts. They are more like a recording, without consciousness, just the lingering soul of a person.
>Then what's ghostly about it?
>A residual is, as I say, a recording of a person or event. Something that leaves a mark, and becomes a ghost on its own. (...) Like those movie scenes, where someone enters a place where terrible things happened and sees ghosts reenacting them.

"Like watching reruns of 'Kids Say the Darndest Things' on TV?" Seeing it for the first time was a terrible thing. The following times were like reliving the nightmare.

>that the person doesn't want to leave and that consciousness moves on is part of what makes a residual after death
>If you ever see a ghost that always goes down the stairs, or one that simply walks through a door...
>or does basic things always, without much thought, those are residual ghosts

"Like Adam Sandler?" He wasn't a fan of Adam Sandler.

>Now a question. You, blessed are you among all women!

"...."

>Can you tell me what the type of ghost that attacks people is called?

"Uhh... I don't know. Poltergeist?"

>>3515
thanks for the vidya anon
I'm responding to this because I forgot last time kek

>I'll watch it maybe today
Well, now that a month and 11 days have passed, did you watch it?

>So far that's the funniest anime I've seen
Is it worth it? I don't know anything about it beyond that clip where a guy who looks like Rohan arrives in a car to tell them to fuck off for being poor kek, they upload it all the time on tikto' and it always makes me laugh

>I left Mob at the end of season 2
Ooh, then you missed the best season.

>when he was beating the bad bad guy leaving him there kneeling I don't know what happened to me and I just took the cap and never watched it again
Was it that bad? kek

>you should finish that episode or rewatch the season and continue
It's worth finishing. The third season has the best moments in the series

>>3538
>Mikoto
Alexa
"But then I wouldn't be 'just anyone', man." -he says, looking back for a second-

That seems to revive Mikoto, who couldn't quite grasp what to say. She turns back to you with a determined look and exclaims.

"Exactly! I wouldn't be just anyone anymore."

You have been weakly refuted by the council of women. And with that, in a moment, you have Mikoto sitting with you, telling you everything and perhaps a little more than she should. Which somehow culminates in you having to take her as a student.

Cucamonga
Zenigata
"Of course, a caveman's thought."

>Cucamonga
"But that's merely context, it won't be on the exam. What we do care about is the history of magic, which we'll discuss in another class."

For now, they would focus on ghosts themselves. On the fact that they exist, and such. Mikoto is one of the skeptics, despite being Shinto.

>Mikoto
Cucamonga
"An excellent question! Usually, yes. Many ghosts can only be perceived, through sensations, or by the things they move while they are invisible."

>Zenigata
"How convenient, isn't it?"

>Alexa
"Damn... They're invisible, too...?"

>Cucamonga
"BUT!"

>Asuna
"AAAAAHHHHH!" -she lets out a piercing scream that surprises everyone-

>Cucamonga
"WHAT?!"

>Asuna
"I got scared."

>Cucamonga
"Go to the principal's office, please."

>Asuna
"Oh, okay."

She gets off her chair and walks out normally. Cucamonga clears his throat.

>Cucamonga
"Alright... As I was saying. There are some ways a ghost can be seen. The first depends on the person. There are some people with certain special abilities who are capable of seeing them. But the senses of these people vary... some see them at all times, others are capable... but they must concentrate to do so."

>Mikoto
"But does it have to do with the senses?"

>Cucamonga
"Let's say it's like... a sixth sense. Some people simply have it more refined than others."

>Alexa
"Damn... I trained my senses a lot..."

>Cucamonga
"Then maybe you can see ghosts effortlessly."

A drop of sweat trickles down Alexa's forehead.

>Mikoto
"Psst... Can you see ghosts, sensei?"

The next topic: residuals. Mindless ghosts that eternally repeat a sensation, a moment, or an action.

>Cucamonga
Mikoto
(She understood it easily... does the sensei hold hidden wisdom?) -she thinks-

Residuals do the same thing all the time.

>Luisa
Cucamonga
"Exactly."

>Alexa
"But why do you relate everything to movies, man?"

>Travolta
"I liked it in that new one... The one on Hispaflix."

>Rubio (Ban)
"...I don't know it."

And the question of the day follows! This time it's for you. A simple one, among the types of ghosts, which one was the one that attacked people? Mikoto watches you intently.

>Cucamonga
Alexa
"No."

>Mikoto
"No."

>Travolta
"No."

>Rubio
"No."

>Delincuente
"No."

>Luisa
"No."

>Rubio
"No."

>Sujeto de lentes
"Nah."

>Maik
Knocked out

>Zenigata
"Yes." kek

>Cucamonga
"Well... something like that."

"Anyway... the poltergeist is usually more powerful when the person who dies leaves with more negative emotions... and more aggressive depending on each ghost. Many become very aggressive when their territory is invaded and..."

>Mikoto
"Wow... You got it right again..."

You hear some whispering from the other students. Some must have been surprised by your correct answer. Your charisma increases.

>CHARISMA +1. IMPROVED MONEY BONUS FROM WORK (+ other secret benefits.)

And so, the class continues...

1/2

>>3538
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
Class ends. Professor Cucamonga dismisses you.

>Cucamonga
"See you next week. Remember you have to choose a class representative tomorrow! Think about someone for that."

And you can leave. The students leave the classroom, Mikoto follows you closely.

>Mikoto
"Alright!" -he exclaims, putting his fists at his sides, like Goku when he's about to show his ki- "now we can train! What's the plan, sensei?"

>Alexa
"Holy shit..." -the girl dressed as Chromeskull Jason comes out later- "What's with the 'sensei' thing? My god... Living here makes you a loser just by the views, right?"

>Mikoto
"What are you talking about, shorty?!" -he returns to his usual bad temper-

>Alexa
"Nothing, man, I was just lamenting being an exchange student... Learning from ghosts, how annoying that guy is..."

The next to leave is Luisa.

>Luisa
"Hey." -she gets your attention in the most listless way possible, which also gets the attention of the other two- "pass me your notes later." -it's not a request-

>Mikoto
"Excuse me? You say please, squirrel."

>Alexa
"American manners, man..."

>Luisa
"..." -she just looks at them, rolling her eyes, then turns back to you- "as I was saying..."

>Mikoto
"Are you ignoring me, carrot?!" -he shows her his fist-

Then, someone else arrives. Because to your bad luck, you were gathering a little group doing nothing, complaining, with your hand on your forehead... Maik joins you.

>Maik
"Ah... my head, old man... What happened? I was-..."

He goes silent when he looks up and finds you surrounded by some women that nobody would waifu his jaw almost drops. He approaches you and puts his arm around your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

>Mikoto
"Hey!"

Luisa is pushed.

>Luisa
"Son of a-"

>Alexa
"I'd better get going, vampire." -she leaves-

>Maik
"Old man! Brother...!, How did you do it? You have to tell me your secret. No! I know... We have to go out tonight to look for giiirls. What do you say, you, me... We can get some dressed up ones." -he smiles ear to ear while raising and lowering his eyebrows.

You had your own business to attend to. With classes out of the way, all that was left was to decide what to do. You already know the keksito map

2/2

>>3539
You're welcomeee. Did you like it? I saw it was very hyped on /4chan/ so seeing it on sale made me think it would be a good choice. I haven't had a chance to try it yet.

>Well, now that a month and 11 days have passed, did you watch it?
I watched the first episode (which were two episodes) it was good, it made me smile here and there, but I'll have to keep watching. It has a good cast, I can assure you of that. Kagura is super qt, that must be highlighted kek
What surprised me is that there are over 200 episodes just in the 2006 series kek I have a lot ahead of me. Especially since I only usually watch one or two episodes of anything per day. But I'll continue it.

>Is it worth it?
I'd say super yes, at least in my opinion. It's another jump anime, in fact it had a mini crossover with Gintama in the anime. That's for similarities, other than that, I think it has a group of characters that are too good. They all have a very well-defined personality and are deeper than they seem, the jokes always seemed super good and creative to me. I think that's all a comedy series needs, but it also has its special moments, I'm not saying they are ultra serious, but they are nice even though they are treated with humor.
The main anime seems great to me, the final season (made to close the story) is the weakest they even have a sketch where they adapt some meta manga jokes that don't make sense as an anime kek but it still has some moments worth it, especially the ending, obviously.

I'd check it out, I feel like you'd like it. And if you care about powerlevelfagottry, Saiki must be one of the most broken characters in jump. He's like a psychic Saitama.

>they upload it all the time on tik tok and it always makes me laugh
Saiko, that one has very kek moments and stuff. You'll see, I watched the anime twice, so you understand how much I liked it kek

>Ooh then you missed the best season.
Shit. I have to watch it.

>Was it that bad? kek
I don't know what happened to me, I just got hit with a wave of boredom from the talk no jutsu kek I don't know.

>It's worth finishing. The third season has the best moments in the series
Then I'll keep watching it. Although right now I want to watch more Gintama, to see how it improves and stuff. The series has always attracted me, you gave me the push I needed to watch it.

>>3542
Here lurker meddling. The first chapters of Gintama are literally the worst, it's usually enjoyed better when you've already seen the series and know the dynamics. There are one or two good chapters like the one with the ghost in the Shinsengumi or the war for meat, or some decent ones like the pet competition, but in general they are tremendous meh. When you reach Eromes (Pic related), the crescendo in quality will become more and more common until it reaches constant peaks of maximum enjoyment that make it a unique anime. Although I warn you that there are episodes so JAPANESE that it's hard to understand the humor, like the Hard-Boiled Egg one, where you need to see Pic 2 to start identifying where the jokes are going.

>>3484
>Waiter
"...so... Are you going to order or...?"

>Gollo
"Oh, look at the time!" -he exclaims, looking at his wrist, even though he's not wearing a watch-

He jumps to his feet and waves goodbye with one hand.

"Well, I have some business to attend to! It was fun, but you took too long to send your turn. See ya, you're paying the bill!" -he teleports away-

>Waiter
"...Huh? Did he just disappear?" -yes-

The waiter looks at you, hurried, lest you disappear too.

"Uh... Well, technically we didn't serve you anything, so you don't have to pay. But... you know, you made me waste my time, so... the least you could do is..." -he shakes his head- "you know... Hehe... you know..." -he shows you his palm, retracting his four fingers a couple of times, as if asking for something-

He wants at least a little tip.

I continue certain scenes meta-textually if you take too long to reply kek

>>3537
What

>>3543
>are the worst
Oh well. Then a long journey awaits me, but it will be worth it. I want to give it a chance and reach the most acclaimed, I have no intention of skipping episodes, so I'll see the evolution.

>I warn you that there are episodes so JAPANESE that it's hard to understand the humor, like the Hard-Boiled Egg one, where you need to watch Pic 2 to start identifying where the jokes are coming from.
Oh well, generally I don't have problems with Japanese things, but if I literally don't understand, it's another thing. I see that Gintama is very much about making Suda51-style references, I actually didn't even know that movie (although I know the term), from my ignorance it looks like a Japanese "babysitter on the run" kek

But well, I'll watch more episodes tonight. Thanks for letting me know, I wasn't planning on dropping it, but now I have more incentive to continue.

>>3545
>he likes hebekagura
I have bad news for you, open spoiler at your own risk. Also, enjoy the series. If an episode doesn't convince you, skip it until you find one that genuinely makes you laugh, that's how you'll know the good part of the anime has started (Which luckily is the bulk of it, the Eromes episode comes before 40).

I investigated, I found it pirated. Eromes's chap is 34.
https://www3.animeflv.net/ver/gintama-34

>>3546
NOOOOOO kek
The truth is I'm surprised they decided to abandon such an iconic and qt design. The truth is, during the first episode at least I didn't even realize it was supposed to be younger kek I'm autistic
Anyway, for waifu I already saw Mutsu. Uff, what a perfect design she has. Although she didn't do much. I imagine she'll come back later.

>If an episode doesn't convince you, skip it until you find one that gives you sincere laughter, that way you'll know the good part of the anime has started
In the end I watched everything straight through, not because I was disobeying or anything, but because looking beyond the humor, it seemed like the writing has a lot of heart, and also the characters are well built through the series. Episodes like the memory loss one wouldn't have hit me the same if I hadn't watched all the previous ones as I did. That one was quite nice. I think it makes you want the Yorozuya more over time.
A weird comparison, but I feel like it's like Beavis and Butthead in that I feel it's getting better the more you watch it. The latter at first is just ridiculous humor, at least superficially, but it's a super well-written series that makes you understand the main characters as the series progresses. Several times I ended up laughing with them because you instantly get the joke even if they don't yet kek

But anyway, that. Maybe I haven't laughed myself to death yet, but I had some good moments, even nice ones. It's clear that a lot of care is put into the characters, and I always appreciate that. The characters are my favorite part of any story.

Although I don't like Catherine, what a shitty character that is, if I could I'd remove her from the series.

Or maybe I don't know if she's that bad maybe but I definitely don't like her a lot.

>>3547
Kek
One Piece:

>>3548
What is this?, Is it the Gintama general? kek
Does it have Gintama role?

Thank you, little black. It's appreciated the intention. I'm exactly watching that, and in fact I just got to that chapter yesterday keksito. I'm on episode 35, although I didn't watch it all, only the first 11 minutes that conclude the Eromes episode. I'm missing the rest, maybe I'll watch it today.

>>3484
Did you lolmorse? Kek

>>3540
>Trevor

>But then he wouldn't be 'just anyone' anymore, man.
>Exactly! He wouldn't be just anyone anymore.

"Whatever..." He drops the subject.

>Huh? Of course not! You're taking this way too lightly, sensei!

"If you lose once, you just aim to win next time. That's all..." He didn't care, because all the sweat and blood he shed in battle was solely for himself.

"I'd break the face of anyone who calls me useless just for losing once. I won't give up the fun of fighting just to please someone else."

—

Eventually, class begins.

>But that's merely context, it won't be on the exam. What matters to us is the history of magic, which we'll discuss in another class.

"History... of... magic..." He takes notes. He was learning a lot, a lot.

She brings up the topic of invisibility.

>An excellent question! Usually, yes. Many ghosts can only be perceived through sensations, or by the things they move while they're invisible.
>Damn... So they're invisible too...?
>BUT!
>AAAAAHHHHH!

"....?"

>I got scared.
>Go to the address, please.

The fact that this girl was here made him wonder if there was any merit to his own promotion to class A.

>There are some ways a ghost can become visible (...) but they must concentrate to do so.
>But does it have to do with the senses?
>It's like... a sixth sense. Some people just have it more refined than others.

>Psst... Can you see ghosts, sensei?

"Maybe, if I really try..."

Anything is possible when you put your mind to it.

>Exactly! If a ghost can attack a person, it's a poltergeist...
>Not all of them are directly violent—some are content with throwing objects or making scary noises. But yes, the most dangerous and famous ones are those that choose to attack humans.

Hearing the explanation made him wonder...

"What kind of ghost is Casper?" A friendly one, duh.

>Has anyone read 'The Overcoat'?

"No." Trevor joins the orchestra of negative responses.

>Well... something like that.

>>3540
>Remember, tomorrow you must choose a class representative! Start thinking about someone for that.
If there's one thing he's sure of, it's that thinking about it wasn't going to get any of his time.

He and the other students leave the classroom. Mikoto's still clinging to him.

>Great!

"...."

>Now we can train! What's the plan, sensei?

"I've got several. None of them include you..." He already made it clear he doesn't do groups or partners. What kind of plan does she expect? "... Forget this 'sensei' crap. You're wasting your time."

>Damn... What crawled up your ass about being a 'sensei'? Jesus... Living here turns you into a loser just by looking, doesn't it?
>What the hell are you talking about, shrimp?!
>Nothing, man, just lamenting being the exchange student... Learning from ghosts, how annoying this guy is...

"...."

The two had started arguing. Whatever. He was about to leave when Luisa showed up.

>Hey. Lend me your notes later.
>Excuse me? Say please, squirrel.
>American manners, dude...
>Like I was saying...

"Yeah, whatever." He saves the words. "I'll lend them to you later."

Whether he cares or not, being ignored doesn't sit right with Mikoto. Somehow, these people had started arguing among themselves. She wonders why exactly they're doing it around him...

Suddenly, Maik appears.

>Ah... my head, man... What happened? I was-...

He's cut off by his own surprise. T-this guy... Is he actually in the same general direction as a group of women!? Sasuga...

He pushes through, ignoring everything. The only thing he wanted was to learn their secrets.

>Hey, man! Brother...! How did you do it? You gotta tell me your secret. No! Wait—I know... We gotta go out tonight to find some chicks. What do you say? You and me... We can score some dressed-up ones.

"I've got plans tonight." He replies. Not that he'd accept even if he didn't. Aside from not caring about a Casanova lifestyle, he's got a couple responsibilities today, mostly related to the ranking. He didn't expect a quiet day, and he wasn't planning to waste a single hour—that's already what yesterday was for.

But first things first...

"See you..." He raises a hand in farewell and starts walking away. Maik might remember seeing him walk off yesterday in the same direction: He was heading to the Karate club.

spurs got absolutely destroyed. alexabros...
>>3542
>Did you like it?
Haven't played it yet kek
I'll take a look this week

>Kagura is super cute
My daughter 🥺 I miss her. I'm gonna have to rewatch the whole series for the fifth time.

>there are over 200 episodes just in the 2006 series kek
They fly by so fast. By the time you reach episode 201 you'll be wishing it was longer, even with 100 episodes still ahead kek, you get attached to the world and characters quickly. I remember when I got to around episode 300 and was about to start a famous arc, I put the anime on hiatus for about 2 years because I didn't want it to end kek, only decided to finish it after they released the final movie.

>I'd check it out, feels like you'd enjoy it
I'll add it to my backlog then. first I gotta rewatch kenichi since they announced a sequel

>Saiki must be one of the most broken characters in Jump. He's like a psychic Saitama
But can he beat my god and savior lunaGoku?

>talk no jutsu gave me a sudden wave of boredom kek who knows
Yeah, Mob gets kinda heavy with talk no jutsu sometimes kek, but when it works, it really works. Again, third season has the best stuff

>>3543
>>3545
I literally got lucky watching this movie before starting the series because I was a total hong kongfag
I recommend it anyway because yeah, OP. John Woo is the messiah of eastern action the dickeating is crazy, anime and action vids (especially dmc) borrow a ton from him and hong kong cinema in general. His movies are pure aura, ignorance and combat in their purest form, and Hard-boiled is one of his best. The Matrix copied his entire style and added a hispahack soundtrack kek not slander, matrix is god

>>3549
>Honestly surprised they decided to ditch such an iconic and qt design
There's context but it's not for sensitive people.

>already watched Mutsu for waifu
Based. Tsukki >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> but you won't understand that yet

>In the end I watched it all in one go
Based again. Gintama is good from episode 1, nobody will change my mind.

>felt like the writing had a lot of heart, and characters develop really well throughout the series
It's a really beautiful story. Got lucky watching it relatively young and, not ironically, it shaped me a bit. My top 3 forever.

>Characters are my favorite part of any story
Who's your favorite character so far and why is it Shinpachi?

>I hate Catherine what a shitty character
kekazo
she's easily the worst at this point but at least she makes me laugh

>Is there a Gintama roleplay?
I requested it in 2019 and they told me to fuck off kek
The price of not doing it yourself being a visionary...

>>3537
>Cat

No matter how much I try, it's just not enough. That son of a bitch keeps standing. Why? Why won't it go away? Those questions started to torment the brunette beyond measure. She felt dizzy, she felt frustrated and her strength was fading. But it's still there. That dog keeps standing.

In desperation, I go back to grab my axe, and free of any plan, embracing my anger, I charge at Smith, eager to tell him the head with a swing.

As it couldn't be any other way, she didn't notice there were debris around the battlefield, and with a sprained ankle, she stepped on one of Maya's robotic hands, taking a trip to the damned floor.

>Cat (Fall to the floor)
1d105 = 65

Cat dropped her axe and it flew away still in the direction of her adversary.

>Cat's Axe (Fly away)
1d105 = 59

>>3550
>Mikoto
Luisa
Mikoto
"That's not happening!" -she replies with a slight pout on her face, receives no response, and it doesn't escalate-

Today's class is about ghosts. In it, all doubts one might have about ghosts are resolved. Even Mikoto's, which involved you.

Cucamonga
Zenigata
"Pft..."

>Cucamonga
"This doesn't mean they're super smart, of course. Although there could be special cases where they are, what it really means is that these ghosts can interact consciously with the environment. Like humans." -she finishes writing- "In this classification fall the poltergeists, who decide to attack humans. But Casper doesn't attack people. So in that case, he falls into another classification: intelligent benign ghosts." -she writes that too- "As their name suggests, these are ghosts who hold no malice toward humans. They can simply be neutral... or, like in Casper's case: friendly."

>Alexa
"I don't care, man! No ghost is my friend."

>Cucamonga
"It might sound strange. But I know many would find it beautiful to see their mother again, even just once, and know she's watching over them... even if she's a ghost."

Something to think about, gentlemen. kek

...

Class ends, they put their backpacks on their backs, and head out into the hallways. Mikoto doesn't leave your side, settled into her new role as a student.

>Mikoto
Luisa
Mikoto
"But-! You lacked respe-!"

Maik arrives to interrupt, trampling everyone to meet you and extract the secret of your gallantry.

>Maik
Mikoto
"NOOOO!"

She silences Maik with an upward chop from the heel of her hand, cracking him like celery before he even rises into the air, reaching up to the ceiling, before falling to the floor deeply asleep, followed by his cap, which descends like a feather and lands on his face.

>Luisa
"Ha..."

Mikoto stays with her fist ready, glaring angrily, then notices everyone watching her, startles, and quickly lowers her hand.

>Mikoto
"!"

The girl runs off in the direction you took, catching up to you in the hallway shortly after, for she is a fast girl.

"Agh... I let my anger get the better of me again... But that guy is annoying. How am I supposed to avoid hitting without reason...?" -she says while looking at her hand, half to you, half to herself, then lowers it- "Where are we going, sensei?"
She follows you, turning the same corners you do, gazing at the same hallways decked out to the nines for the occasion. The mess they made yesterday seemed to have the courtesy of vanishing for the event. Mikoto looks around with confusion, aware of this.

"All dressed up, huh?" -tries to make small talk- "but those kids' games are a waste of time. We've got better things to do, right, sensei?" -doesn't notice your outfit is a costume-

They reach that typical sliding door, adorned with black stickers of carved pumpkins. Mikoto recognizes it instantly. With an "oh!" she seems to misunderstand what they're here for. You slide the door open, and there's Red Riding Hood!

No, wait. It's just Isabella in costume, finishing hanging a plastic bat from the ceiling. She adjusts it so it hangs straight, and only then does she attend to you.

>Isabella
"Oh! Wait a second!"

Smiling, she runs to the side where there's a wooden pedestal painted to look old and dark, holding a bowl she takes before offering it to both of you.

"Trick or treat! Take one!"

That's not how it works... but she offers it anyway. Inside the bowl, which Mikoto eyes suspiciously, there are only lollipops of different colors.

>Mikoto
"Candy? Pass!" -not healthy-

>Isabella
"They're sugar-free!"

>Mikoto
"Hm..." -still eyeing her suspiciously, she takes one-

Isabella turns to offer you one.

>Isabella
"And what are you guys dressed as?" -(boys)-

>Mikoto
"I'M A WOMAN!" -complains-

>Isabella
"Oh, sorry...! I didn't notice."

>Mikoto
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T?!"

Mikoto stands on her tiptoes to look bigger and more threatening toward the tall girl, who looks embarrassed. Then, a thought strikes your student, and she returns to her spot, averting her gaze.

sigh "agh... never mind..." -normally she'd be more upset, but she can't get mad at Isa-

>Isabella
"..." -looks a bit confused, then notices- "ohh, you're the girl from yesterday!"

>Mikoto
"YOU'RE JUST NOW REALIZING?!"

Yesterday it wasn't clear if Isa finished recognizing you as her former classmate... she seems bad with faces.

>Isabella
chuckle "I remember now!" -veins pop, though she keeps smiling- "you came to join the club to make up for destroying it yesterday, right...?" -in the background, a big Halloween poster taped up peels off, revealing the huge hole in the hallway-

>Mikoto
Startled "S-sensei, I feel overwhelming hostility!"

I wanted to send you my turn today Cat but I woke up so sick I can't even get up.
I'll try to send you something anyway if I can but just looking at the screen hurts me kek.
If not, tomorrow will be black, I apologize for the inconvenience

>>3556
And just when I return, shit

>>3535
<"I gave you a white monster." -...that's true. Does that count as a reward?-
"Are you trying to invite me to Agartha or what? Have your driver put on Land Down Under then... Heh."

He tries to laugh at her little TikTok meme reference https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLQ9i8Xp5pU▾ but he's certainly not in the mood. He wanted to pretend nothing was wrong but he can't. After what happened a couple of seconds ago with Kaguya and Onigawara, it's hard to just let it go. He can only think of the ninja and imagine her becoming Maki Zenin. Anyway, he sighs and scratches the back of his neck, looking everywhere in the limousine except at Nagato, at least until he notices the teasing look the blue-haired girl gives him. He knows that she knows that he knows that she knows something, and that irritates him immensely. He feels so pressured that he turns a little red.

"Why are you looking at me like that, huh?!"

He grumbles.

"I'm not paying for that, okay?"

He points to the hole he made in the upholstered seat. It was her fault for bothering him with her mischievous eyes, which in the end gave Nagato the answer he wanted with his childish tantrum, and which continues.

<"Do you think you can decide who lives and who dies?"
"Obviously, I'm the one fighting, the one risking my ass, I should decide."

<"your enemies will kill you at the slightest opportunity."
"They better try, because I'm a bad weed, hard to kill, baby."

<"even she could come back to try and kill you."
"And I wouldn't blame her, I probably would too. Let her do whatever she wants..."

He snaps his tongue, irritated by that last comment from his manager or whatever Nagato is to him. In his heart, he has to admit that Kaguya returning just for revenge would screw him over a lot. He tried to help her from the bottom of his heart to fix a little of what he had destroyed with his own hands and claws, but if that only serves to bring them more problems with a vengeful ninja, it would be a low blow, to be honest, one that would make him sad.

<"Your next fight will be in Nevada."
"Why so far?"

He wrinkles his nose.

<"A thousand dollar fee to fight."
"I wonder how much it will be for number 1"

He mutters that comment to himself.

<"Will you smoke here?" -he looks up at the ceiling, they are well enclosed-
"Yeah, what's it to you? Are you that sensitive?"

He frowns at the alternative.

<"I have a strawberry flavored vape."
"HUH?! Vape?! Do I look like a fag-"

What if it's been used by Nagato? He changes his mind.

"Give it to me!"

He takes it, almost snatching it, and a whole movie plays in his head, thinking he's about to receive an indirect kiss from Nagato. That excites him so much that he blushes again... Damn, he's such a pushover, and a vile love-struck fool... He vapes and exhales the strawberry-flavored smoke, not caring if they're enclosed or not, savoring the vape, not for the strawberry, but for Nagato's possible saliva. Kaguya or Nagato? He just wants fucking female affection.
<"We're almost there, Owen." -he confirms- "So we need to discuss one last thing..." -crosses his legs and rests a hand on the knee in front of the other- "Like number 6, officially everyone who wants to challenge you must pay a fee." -just like you- "So you need to tell me: if someone challenges you to a fight, what are your requests? In what condition would you like to fight? At what specific location? What would you like to do before fighting?"
"And can I set that fee myself, or is it a fixed price? 'Cause I'm not some cheap bitch selling herself for a couple of bucks, you know? I want serious money from now on to fight someone, I don't wanna waste my time with just anyone, you get me? Seriously, can I set any condition I want?! Can I tell my opponent to wear a princess dress and come fully made up? Can I fight at Point Nemo? Wow, I've got so many great ideas, hehehe."

He grins perversely.

"What if it's a girl?"

A VERY strange question related to Nagato's last comment.

<"It can be anything. You could request AT&T Stadium as the battlefield, and as for the rest? Anything. We can get you a video game console to have fun... arrange a meeting with your favorite celebrity, reunite you with a family member, or give you a five-star dinner... Think of it as..." -tilts his head and smiles- "a final wish." -says it in a soft voice, but almost... threatening-
"Final wish? NAH! For me it's a privilege earned through effort! Sounds way better! Start preparing your contacts because I want to eat at a high-quality Thai restaurant together with Pie Die Pew, Violet Myers, and Lamine Yamal."

He lets out a "PFFF" as he feels frozen in time-space by the decor.

<"Seems we've arrived." -he says, looking outside-
"I feel like in that typical episode where it's always the same day."

He starts getting out of the limo.

<"Well... you're free to go." -you hear the sound of the doors unlocking- "Don't worry about payment this time. Deposit it tomorrow if you'd like... take the rest of the day to rest if you want."
"Does it have to be tomorrow? For God's sake, it's obvious you're trying to kill me by filling my schedule with daily fights! HA! But you won't succeed—I'm gonna stick around with you much longer than that, no doubt about it, eh."

He winks at her.

"See you, don't miss me, cutie."

He blows her a little flying kiss and slowly walks away from the limo. But once he's far enough, or once Nagato departs in his limo, he lets out a deep sigh and stops smiling. He doesn't feel like a badass, nor any more prestigious. Feels like someone new—but that's not necessarily good. It's a strange sensation, as if he were the one who lost, even though maybe he didn't lose the fight itself. Anyway, of all the things he could've learned from facing Kaguya, the main one is that he'd forgotten the essential thing: training! So he doesn't waste time and heads straight to the super gym to improve his physique—which, while not bad at all, he now feels will matter more than ever in deciding winner or loser. Besides, a bit more muscle wouldn't hurt. All the crazy power in the world, but in the end, brute strength is king.

>>3552
That pathetic punch was never going to land. You were on another level. And you already knew you wanted to end this with your next move.

You disappeared from your position in an instant, and recovered your axe with all the firmness that your now unstoppable rage granted you. You charged in a hyper-fast straight line before your enemy could move her hand even a centimeter... but the blindness of your anger worked against you.

You didn't see the conveniently placed banana peel in your path, you stepped on it and it evaporated, but it sent you face-first to the ground at full speed. Your face sinks into the asphalt and leaves a mark as if it were fresh cement, and what's worse, your left hand lands on some nearby poop, soiling it.

HOWEVER! Your axe, completing your desire, flew straight, spinning at hundreds of thousands of revolutions per second until it lost its shape and resembled more a simple ring of fire that passed by Maya's figure...

Then, your transformation fades. The axe turns to ashes behind Maya, who, still with her fist raised, has her face fill with fright. Her pupils contract... without even knowing what hit her, she falls to her knees, followed by all the gloves that were floating around... and a red thread extends like a thin necklace around her neck.

>Maya
"..."

Her head falls to the ground before her torso, separated, the first rolling towards you, leaving a trail of blood until it's by your side. The head looks at you, with those eyes of sadness and...

"...you won..." -she speaks to you- "I... I didn't think I wouldn't see home again today..." -her little eyes go to the ground- "Mom will miss me..." sigh "In the end, I couldn't save anyone..." -she closes her eyes- sniff -tears slowly run down her cheeks- "I hope... that..." -her voice is weak, and choked by tears- "you're better than me... because... you can't... escape..."

The head falls face down... And Maya leaves the world with many regrets.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0tt17m78rM▾
MAYA: MURDERED

The sound of several pairs of footsteps approaches. Looking, you find your representative, followed by two men in white who pass by you and go for Maya's body.

>Chris
"Congratulations. You are now number 6 on the criminal ranking."

He extends his hand to help you up.

"Come with me."

If you extend your hand, he would take it and drag you with him to the outskirts of the monument, where he occupies a bench and waits for you to sit down too. He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a can, a white monster that he hands to you.

"Drink that." -he orders you-

"Catherine." -he tells you- "you are number 6. That means you can set conditions for anyone who wants to challenge you to a fight."

He clasps his hands.

"Tell me. If you had one last wish... what would it be?"

What?

"You can ask for anything. Dinner. A trip. Celebrities. Family. What would you most like to do? The challenger will pay. You also have to choose a place to fight."

Then, the helicopter from before appears, descending slowly until it lands a few meters from you. The door opens.

"It's your transport." -he pulls out a camera- "I'll stay here to do some sightseeing." -he takes a picture of you-

Didn't expect Catherine to kill Maya kek
Btw I already wanted to close this so I just ignored your bad dice kek

>>3557
The monster isn't complete without Agartha.

>Nagato
☆☆☆loading...☆☆☆

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eanxSWdY_E▾
Pro tip: the lovemeter unlocks powers starting at 50% and keeps leveling up

>☆☆☆fully charged☆☆☆

You arrive at the building, a single floor. Doesn't need more anyway—it's extremely spacious and well-kept. But that sign could be described in few ways other than 'disturbing'. With the name 'Ryan's Gym', and a subtitle promising to be the ultimate gym.

You'll be the judge of that. You open the door, bells chime.

https://youtu.be/zO7OSd_HMIY?si=6bpRvl6rxx_U-ed1▾
Cheerful music hits you. The place is what you'd expect from a gym, fully equipped. The wooden floor was covered with exercise tiles, and judging by the dumbbells, weights, bars, and even boxing gloves scattered around, you know the workouts are varied.

Ryan, a gigantic man with a Hello Neighbor face and owner of the gym, was at that very moment posing in the mirror, swaying his hips and blowing kisses. He notices you walk through the door and whistles appreciatively.

>Ryan
"Ohh~"

He turns around, hands on his hips, greeting you with a smile and narrowed eyes.

"Well, well~ what do we have here? A mu-chachote!" —he says, wiggling his hips with each syllable, ending with a sideways stance— "Here to work out, handsome? Jojoo, just look at you! You don't need more weights, my king. Rawr!" —with one hand he mimics clawing the air—

>TRAINING!
- Strength: $200
Increases your base dice to 120
- Endurance: $200
Increases your health by 20 points. (You'd have 130% health)

>>3557
Sorry for taking so long. Study week and I answer things in a certain order so I just got my turn today keksito. Either you can tell me meta style which training Owen will choose, or if he chooses both or none and I'll tell you which dice to roll so I can answer everything together in the next one to speed things up

>>3551
I almost forgot to respond to this.

>they beat spurs. alexabros...
The sign is still true.

>for the fifth time.
Ayyy kek. Understandable, it's good. And it's better to enjoy the known quality once again. That's why I never try new things! kek joke

>you get attached quickly to the world and the characters.
Totally. It's a very memorable cast. I've paused it right now, but I'll continue in the coming days. I've been distracted by other things..

>I put the anime on hiatus for about 2 years because I didn't want it to end kek
Ayyy we have the same defense system. It happened to me with The Little Prince the first time I read it as a kid and with Hilda until now, I still can't watch season 3 because I know there won't be anything left. And that series I started in season 1 as an undercaca miado in 2018.

>first I have to rewatch kenichi because they announced a sequel
You killed me, I didn't even know it existed kek

>But does it beat my god and savior lunaGoku?
It has some win conditions for sure. But I wouldn't know, plus never see the maximum power of Saiki.

>I reiterate that the 3rd season has the best
I'm coming, I'm coming... when... when they pause jujutsu kek

>hong kongfag
Keksito. That's unusual, the stars aligned just so you'd like Gintama.

>I recommend it
Picture Atlas lifting my backlog.
¡BUT GOOD! Yeah, I'll add it. At some point I'll watch it.
I already look like the keksito meme

>hispahack
I don't blame them, it was the best theme.

>matrix is god
Ahem. No longer because now it's an analogy of becoming trans kek joke

>There's context but it's not for sensitive people.
What a scary, better pause it kek

>but that you won't understand yet
Well no, honestly no idea kek maybe that character isn't out yet where I am.

>Gintama is good from episode 1, nobody will make me change my opinion.
The truth is yes, I read that many skip it because it's a filler celebration, but it wasn't that bad. I could understand all the characters even though I didn't know them, so they did well with the episode. Even if it was a bit weird after the reboot.

>My top 3 forever.
What's number 2?

>What's your favorite character so far
I'll be simple and say Gin-

>and why is it Shinpachi?
Ah, well it's fun. The moment when he insulted Eromes was my favorite moment of him so far actually kek. It's just a solid character, Otsu doesn't deserve it.

>I requested it in 2019 and they sent me to hell kek
Kek
Well I understand it's a bit difficult to imagine what to do in the role equally. Would they be yorozuya?, The ones of Gin?, The continuation?, Rivals of the yorozuya?, Members of the shinsengumi?, Of the Zura faction?

The truth is there are too many possibilities, but we would have to see what to do. Like, objectives and such. Although I suppose someone who knows more about the series could come up with something that fits the tone of the same for the role.

Subjects of the Baka Prince

>>3555
>Trevor

Luisa jumps into the conversation, making an unexpected comment.

>What if you get killed?

"...."

>That's not going to happen!

It was a question worth asking, but if he was expecting an answer, the one he would receive wouldn't be very different from Mikoto's.

"You would have to lose first."

Nah, he would win.

"... But in any case, I believe in vengeful ghosts..."

--

The class ends and Trevor heads to the Karate club, closely followed by his new student.

>Agh... I let myself be carried away by anger again... But that guy is annoying. How am I supposed to avoid hitting without reason...?

"It's normal. I did it too." When he was around 14 years old. Over time, he became more selective about choosing fights.

>Where are we going, sensei?

"I have a debt to settle..."

They pass through the same hallways as yesterday, the mess they left had been repaired, hoping not to have drawn too much attention that time.

>Everyone's dressed up, huh?

"It's Halloween."

>But those kids' games are a waste of time. We have better things to do, don't we, sensei?

"Suppose so."

Finally, they arrive at their destination. There she was, Isabella, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, which multiplied her cuteness. Just as decorated was the club, barely noticeable the destruction left by the two fighters yesterday.

>Sweet or trick! Take one!

"...."

There were several lollipops in the bowl.

>Candies? Pass!

He didn't want to admit it, but he thought the same. This gladiator's body doesn't maintain itself on its own, he already cheated by eating a pizza. However...

>They're sugar-free!
>Hm...

"...."

Well, why not? He grabs one when offered and puts it in his inventory.

>And what are you guys dressed as?

"The glowing type. All the snow fell off though." It sounds better in English

>I AM A WOMAN!
>Ah, sorry...! I didn't notice.
>WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T?!

>Ohh, you're the girl from yesterday!
>WHAT ARE YOU JUST NOW REALIZING?!

"....."

He supposed she didn't remember them, otherwise...

>I remember now!

He should be angry.

>You came to join the club to compensate me for destroying it yesterday, right...?

"...." He scratches his head, embarrassed. Years ago, he made a personal promise to never run from anything... But his eyes didn't run, so he looks for any excuse to avoid facing her. By chance, his gaze falls exactly on one of the holes they left in the wall.

>Sensei, I feel an overwhelming hostility!

"You're not the only one..." She murmurs. A chill runs down her back, her arms, her arteries... He has fought against maybe 600 opponents, some stronger, others more brutal, but none have made him feel this.

Better to do what he came for once...

Trevor checks his pockets and takes out something.

"... I came to pay you..."

It was a bundle of bills.

"There's 800$ in cash here. To repair the room."

He extends it toward her.

"If it's not enough, I can get more."

>>3555
In the hallway, Mikoto can't help but get frustrated. Her fists, reserved weapons for critical moments, have once again come out due to her anger. One could say she's trigger-happy.

>Mikoto
Sugar-free orange flavored wafer added to your inventory. (Heals 5% HP for two turns, then it's gone. And it has no sugar!)

Isa doesn't take long to ask her typical old-lady question.

>Isabella
Isabella
"¡¿Oh?!"

>Mikoto
(¿...did she calm down?) -thinks, but remains alert-

>Isabella
Mikoto
"¿Eh?" -raises an eyebrow-

>Isabella
current money: $164

...

In some other place

>Panchero
"Here you go."

>Carmelita
"Greatlongo." -grabs the hot dog- "..."

Carmelita smashes the hot dog into her face, covering her face in condiments and fries.

"Ay..."

>Panchero
"¿qué-?"

>Carmelita
"Suddenly I had a terrible urge... to give myself a facepalm." -speaks even with the hot dog covering her face-

In the karate club

>Isabella
"Hmhmhm..." -makes noises as she counts the bills-

She lowers the bundle of benjamines.

"It's a lot... it wasn't necessary..." -she affirms

>Mikoto
"It looks satisfied..." -murmurs-

>Isabella
"Graciaaaas~ now my club is saved."

>¡Objective completed!: ¡club saved!

"Probably..."

>¡Probably!

>Mikoto
"Sensei... was the debt you mentioned literal?"

>Isabella
"Ohh~ ¿Sensei?"

>Mikoto
"That's right. I follow sensei Trevor to learn." -your name is on the attendance list-

>Isabella
"Trevor..." -says, looking up to the top of the wall behind you, with her soft lips forming a small 'o', the 'o' of the word memOria-

"..." -she looks back at you- "Sensei Trevor..." -gets on the train- "Would you like to go get some tea?"

>Mikoto
"¿Eh?"

>Isabella
"I have that feeling that I know you from yesterday..." -claps- "But it was because that fight was so exciting!" -she's the president of the karate club- "We could catch up..."

That's an opportunity that many boys in school would kill for!

>Mikoto
"What a change..." -says, confused-

>>3563
This turn I finished yesterday but I fell asleep listening to Aphex Twin before sending it kek

RYU
Your turn today night or tomorrow

PARA RYU
https://youtu.be/TcbbnfLEFa0?si=AyB3vNpwzx0g0N-u▾Pisas hoy una mansion built with cement and blood. You walk to the agreed place, passing by the source of that garden more alive than the hopes of your compatriots.

But although you come for the red, you ignore the roses. You pass through the door that leads to another part of the building, where there is a long and straight corridor that ends in a huge door, which is exactly the one you came to seek.

It is a door of ruby red, with beautiful engravings and a golden base that you do not doubt is gold, it is your destination. And you take the first step, crossing it.

NUMBER 7: PAOLO
"Your last meal..."

You are surrounded by the purity of white in a loaded dining room. Under the candelabrum, that long table worthy of nobility was full to the brim with food, and completely devoid of chairs, beyond the two empty ones facing each other at the two ends.

From a door on one side, a man in an apron comes out, walking relaxed with a hand in the pocket, and another holding the cigarette between his lips. He is supposed to be 17, but with that life that has passed over him, he appears much older.

>Paolo
"..."

He nods his head slowly, takes the cigarette out of his mouth and lets the smoke out.

"Did you come, huh?" -he drops the cigarette, steps on it to finish putting it out- "Sit down..."

He asks, as he advances. Approaching a radio that rested on some drawers so as to turn it on.

https://youtu.be/3mtOeIZfQqo?si=aQdPKzwFRWDQgSKM▾
"Ahh..."

If you had sat down, you would be facing a true feast. Chicken, ham, bread, all kinds of sausages, wines worth several wages, European sauces, canapés or caviar. A display of dishes you would never have seen before.

"It's a good song..."

Paolo joins you, takes a bottle of mostagán and opens it.

"Wine?"

If you accept, he serves you in a fine and long glass. Then, to himself, before going to the other end of the long table.

"Eat, boy... I don't have many guests..." -he takes a sip of the wine-

He leaves the glass half-drunk, and leans back, letting himself fall into the chair, placing his heel on the table and taking out a cigarette.

"Many spoiled kids..." -he murmurs, trying to light the lighter, which sparks- "...come here playing the delinquent..." -he manages to light it- "You can still leave this. As something you don't need to know, kid..."

He puts the lighter away, looks at the ceiling.

"Or else, just enjoy..." -he lets out a sigh of smoke- "because this will be your last meal..." Although it's 7 a.m

>>3565
>Ryu

The smoke from his cigarette rose into the clear sky, dissipating into the air and yet, he still had to tilt his head even more to see the top of the mansion in front of him.

-...

He doesn't know if his previous home was just as big or even bigger, his memory is intentionally hazy, his gaze drifts and he stands there doing nothing for a few minutes every time he tries to remember the past, finally he flicks his cigarette off with a finger, one hand in his pocket and the other closed into a fist, he advanced toward the door. He was treating this casually, moving automatically and ignoring his surroundings as if he were inside his own head and relying on muscle memory to take care of the rest.
He took in the interior of the building with his gaze, he was received without him having to say much about it, the gourmet didn't seem to interest him either, as if he was used to that kind of food and had lost interest, ironically. His sharp gaze stopped on the host, as if he had found something he was looking for.

-... --Yet, he said nothing.

He let him speak a bit more, what was going through his mind being a mystery, in fact, at no point did he react to the food and simply focused on him.

>"Many spoiled children..."

He gently took off his glasses.

>"...come here playing the delinquent..."

He folded his legs as he took them off his eyes.

>"You can still leave this. As something you don't need to know, kid..."

And with his eyes almost closed, he smiled from ear to ear.

-Ja, ja, ja. I'm sorry, but I already ate at home. --He replied in a joking tone, his voice youthful but with an unmistakable gravity-- What's going on? Do you think you're too old to play?

He tilted his chin down, smiling still, his eyes remaining focused on the host as he placed the glasses on the table.

>"Or else, just enjoy..."

In an instant, he disappeared from where he was standing as if he were a mirage.

>"because this will be your last meal--

The table at the other end where he was standing shattered with the loud crash of face number 7 hitting it, Ryu on top of him and having put all his body weight to hit him against the wood.

-I have a different kind of game...

He grabbed him by the hair and pulled with force, lifting him from the chair as he shook him to throw him.

-The rules are simple...

He threw him against the mansion's walls, debris and dust flying everywhere at the same time as the whole building shook, leaving him pinned to the wall.

-... We'll hit each other until one of us dies.

He could feel his heart racing again, and the heat took over him, it hadn't even started the most fun part yet and yet, he could only feel excitement and euphoria.


roll/{1d100}

>>3566
KEK

Mala mia, hace rato que no lanzo dados



1d100 = 25

>>3563
>Trevor

>And what changed?

"Stop fighting with boring people."

>Dad had told me not to let myself be carried away by anger...
>it makes me forget the technique...

"Angry you were stronger. You fought like it really mattered..."

"The truth is, if you're going to fight for what you fight for, you'll always get angry." She and Trevor seemed to have different concepts of what strength is for. Unlike him, she had honor and expectations behind it. The emotional weight was inevitable.

In that regard, he has no advice for her. He can only think in terms of combat:

"Adapt to that reality. It's your best option."

Don't you still not get it yet, Gohan? You must use your anger!

"... But... If you really want my example: I would completely abandon it."

Not fight for anyone or for anything, more than his love for art. That was the world he sought, beyond any reality that can be perceived with human eyes.

"The secret of strength is to enjoy being strong. It's that simple."

--
note the reference to Swans. music taste in 100

>Ohh, how adorable~! You're a little Kubrick.

Jack.

She mentally corrects herself, because saying it out loud would make her sound like one of those pretentious nerds.

Isabella was about to activate her berserker, but just like in politics, problems are solved with money.

>Thank you so much~ now my club is saved.
>Probably...

Trevor scratches the back of his neck, letting out a sigh. The money lost was worth it, this was a weight off his shoulders.

>Sensei... Was the debt you mentioned literal?

"What else would it be?" When you talk about debts, you talk about debts. It's the world of adults, she wouldn't understand with her 16 years.

Technically the debt was also hers, but he wasn't going to scold her. One day she would learn the consequences of ignoring things like this.

>Ohh~ Sensei?
>Yes. I follow Sensei Trevor to learn.

She's already starting to accept that the title of 'Sensei Trevor' isn't going to be taken away anytime soon.

But that's in the past. Currently, Isabella seems to have received a shock to her memories.

>Trevor...
>Sensei Trevor...
>Would you like to get something to drink? (...) We could catch up...

Trevor raises his hand, stopping the meeting.

"I don't have time. I just came to give you that..."

He turns around.

"... Goodbye."

He crosses the door for the second time, but from the first time, he already had a goal in mind: To get a job.

Those 800$ wouldn't be recovered on their own.

>>3561
I played the game, it's really good kek, it reminds me of the Goku Densetsu on the DS, I don't know if you know it (if you don't know it it's terrible). The fights are super tense, and it feels satisfying to build a deck and a strategy and see the chain reaction when everything falls into place. Not ironically it's playable. It's missing Chinese girls though. I want to reiterate my thanks a lot for the black gift
Aldo you gave me the Hitman Black wtf. Thanks x2. That one I haven't tried yet because it's one of those games that require more dedication, but I'll check it out soon

>The sign is still true.
What will be your reaction if they drop to B this season?

>Understandable, it's good
A month later, is it still that good?

>Ayyy we have the same defense system.
You have to survive somehow in this shitty world where things end
Maybe ruler thinks the same and that's why he never finishes his roles

>It happened to me with The Little Prince the first time I read it as a kid and with Hilda until now
From 2018 until now is crazy kek. But I can't judge because I did the same with Azumanga Daioh. I started it in 2018 too, and I've never seen episodes 25 and 26 doublekek. Although at this point it's more because I don't care as much

>You killed me, I didn't even know it existed kek
Lucky

>What is the 2?
Haikyuu, a volleyball manga. You start watching it thinking it's just a sport they force you to play in physical education because the fat kid in class starts kicking whenever they play soccer, and you end up feeling like you've been a volleyball fan since you were little. The ones who really sell it to you are the characters and their dynamics, the relationship those characters have with the sport they love, and that inspirational feeling the series leaves you with every time that relationship is explored. The passion the author puts into volleyball is just a container for the true message of the story: passion itself, while you have it, you must express it in everything you do, sports, art, projects, eating vegetables, putting people down on the internet, no matter what, making that passion count is the only thing that matters, and it will be the only thing that pushes you through difficult moments. If I am Simon, Haikyuu is my Kamina. Simply GODkyuu, 10/10.

But CHADnter x HunCHAD beats it.

>I'll be simple and say Gin-
Say it with pride, I assure you it won't go down kek

>The truth is there are too many possibilities, but you would have to see what to do. Like, objectives and such
The most basic would be a simple role set in Edo. So, a samurai role but with amantos, futuristic technology, and comedy kek, with some of the cities and locations from the series. The setting of Gintama is denser than people give it credit for, it's possible to create something original and still maintain the feeling that it's a Gintama role. Maybe focusing on some of the other groups that I won't mention to avoid spoilers kek. But...

>Members of the Shinsengumi?
This would be peak kek, I never considered it as an option.

At one point I had a random idea that the role takes place 80 years in the future of the series. Through a series of ironic but not described events, Yorozuya managed to grow until becoming a sort of corporation with branches around the world, like the association of HxH, but for losers without talent or prospects, you go to work there or to the mines. Like the army, kek, perfect for a role that would take place in the 1940s. There you have excuses to have several blacks go on random adventures helping people as the Yorozuyas do in the canon

>>3566
The host invites you to the table. He drags dead weight in his actions and words, which in the same way do not hinder his condescending solemnity.

>Paolo
<Ja, ja, ja. I'm sorry, but I already ate at home.

"..."

He didn't answer. But he looked down to see you, and when you summed up, after a sigh, also your feet.

<What's going on? Do you think you're too old to play?

He tilted his head a little, as if showing his crown. The dark glasses move away from his eyes enough to see his closed eyes in an expression similar to a thoughtful one.

"Sí..." -he replies- "tired... Maybe old..."

"Every time you kill, you add the years of the dead."

Death bought the bread, and death taught him to be more relaxed. And today, although there were only two chairs, he knew that death was coming to sit at the table again.

...

And then you disappeared. Paolo didn't react, his shoulders were so still, free of the slightest tension of the startle, that you could assume he didn't notice your movement. Your hand went down instantly, Paolo's head also. The impact doesn't sound like the creak of wood, but like an explosion that launches all the plates into the air due to the pressure of the air, and destroys every meter of the table as if it were prop equipment.

<I have a different kind of game...

You forced him to lift his gaze. The cigarette turned into an accordion, but the face unperturbed during the short second you decided to throw it. Your arm flies cutting through the air and he also, spinning while carving through the sky like a rocket that pierces the wall in a deafening explosion that raises a massive cloud of dust and makes the mansion dance from its foundations.

<We'll hit each other until one of us dies.

...silence.

For a moment, there is a marked silence. Which is nothing more than the classic calm before the storm. The hole that the number 7 pierced disappears... for the wall explodes with a hit, revealing the courtyard, in which Paolo was, already with a new cigarette, which he holds while walking back inside and scratching his head.

"Above all, you throw away the good food I prepared..." -he sighs, releasing smoke, lifts his gaze, revealing the small drop of blood now descending from his nose-

<Paolo 95%

"If that's what you want..." -he spits the cigarette on the floor-

Thus, he searches in his pocket, and takes out what looks like a kind of grip, or rifle magazine, which he holds in his hand.

"You will become another one."

https://youtu.be/Hs-SxiWXS8Y▾
The grip soon projects from one end a pointed figure of a bright blue that extends for 18 centimeters that imitate the blade of a knife.

Thus, with one hand in the pocket, he walks -stepping on the cigarette on the way- normally towards you, holding the knife upside down, as if he were going to use it to stab. He presses with his thumb the end of the grip that is facing up, leaving imprints in the air similar to the blade of the weapon, which almost seem like glitches from a video game.

Then he stops. He looks at you at the distance you calculate as 4 steps and flips the knife to move it with the hand in front of you like a windshield, showing you the blue trail it leaves as if making his dog follow his gaze at his prize.

He does not attack immediately.

Paolo: /roll/{1d100}
Sorry for taking so long kek. I just entered a hiatus due to exams when you joined, I'm sorry.

>>3570
1d100 = 91
Ayy rolled the dice bad too kEK

>>3568
>Mikoto
Isabella
"¿Hm?" -she doesn't seem to be stressed, but her eyebrows lift for a half second-

Mikoto
"Thank you."

And then she quickly runs to catch up with you, leaving Isabella no time to respond.

...

The hallway again. Mikoto follows you, this time saying little, with her palette in her mouth. By this point, the hallway should only have real ghosts, the people have gone home or set off towards their clubs. Beyond the decorations Mikoto is looking at, there are no distractions until the exit. The door, made of wood like everything else, fits the Halloween theme, and is surrounded by the large head of a clown. Mikoto takes the palette out of her mouth with a sucking sound.

"I like clowns. But that one looks a bit... 'murderous', don't you think?" -she makes a casual chat observation with a suspicious look at the decoration-

Outside, autumn embraces them with the lugubrious air of a witch's night. The gray sky slowly drifting across the sky with the breeze perfumed by the cinnamon of the pastries and the caramel of the apples... which tragically combines with the smell of old wood from the school behind them, which today looks like an old abandoned building made of rotten and dusty pine that can barely stand anymore.

Mikoto raises her eyes behind her, looking almost paranoid at the huge change that occurred in a day. And that spreads to the entire campus. They descend the stone stairs that seemed to be crumbling from their cracks due to their age, feeling as the pieces of the steps loosen until almost detaching and causing a small but dangerous fall -if not for you two being superhuman-

It doesn't happen. Four steps and they can follow the path of rocks that look dirty, and you could swear it feels that way even through the shoes. On the sides, the abundant vegetation characteristic of the school, had been reduced to the presence of jack-o-lanterns or simple uncarved pumpkins, because counting the miserable dry branches that the bushes turned into seemed like a trap.

The trees, like in any autumn, were also bare. But they had so many crows plaguing their parts, that they seemed filled with black leaves that caw and look at them until they pass by and fly away at full speed. Cleaning up their figures from the trees that were once the only cherry trees for kilometers, but today were black as tar, resembling ones charred by a terrible fire.

They reach the middle of the path. The fountain, the benches that accompany it could be called rubble. Once made of stone, now just stones scattered on the floor without any form other than a small mound. The main attraction, which used to be a display of luxury, is now surrounded by the only living plants in the place, weeds that survive with the red liquid they receive, surrounding completely its cracked structure today.

"Sensei... Doesn't this... thing bother you at all?" -she maintains a serious face, but the atmosphere created by the date gives her some bad vibes-

They reach the gate. Designed like that of a cemetery and with the walls that support it made of ancient-looking rocks. When they get close enough, the gate slowly opens, creaking. Accompanied by a breeze that almost sounds like 'goodbye...'

"..." -Mikoto opens her eyes wide, genuinely shocked- "Did you hear that?! That... That was the wind?"

Must have been the wind, bruh.

1/2

>>3568
After that, they end up on the sidewalk in front of the school.

>Mikoto
"Where are we going, sensei?"

>☆☆☆loading...☆☆☆

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eanxSWdY_E▾

Pro tip: Hello hello hello testing

>☆☆☆full load☆☆☆

The employment center. Its appearance hadn't been touched by time, but perhaps with that natural decadent look and the abundant webs covering the building's walls, it didn't need to be. Mikoto looks at the dead neon sign, with several letters hanging by a thin thread, and with her furrowed brow and lips in a downward arc... she showed quite a bit... unimpressed with the quality this place could offer.

"Employment center?"

Yes, you know the place. You're about to enter, and then you feel like you're stepping on something soft. Looking down, you'd find... $500 lying on the floor! Wow, what a coincidence. Mikoto doesn't notice it at first, too busy looking at the window display.

After that, you can enter. The bell rings four times. Two for you, and another two behind you once Mikoto enters. That cheap office cafeteria atmosphere greets you with the subtlety of an explosion the moment the boss hears you.

>Soldier
"¡AJÁ!"

Mikoto is slightly surprised, not enough to jump, but enough to open her eyes a bit more.

"¡PERO SI ES EL JÓVEN TRIBILIN!"

>Mikoto
"Tribilin?"

>Soldado
"¡EL NOMBRE DE UN VERDADERO AMERICANO!, ¡EL CABO TRIBILÍN! And another kid."

Mikoto frowns like a Rottweiler.

>Mikoto
"¡SOY MUJER!, ¡¿ACASO ESTÁS CIEGO, ANCIANO?!"

>Soldado
"Oh jojo... ¡Perdona! The captain Tribilín and his wife, Tribilina." -Mikoto lets out a nasal grunt- "I hope you don't take her to the battlefield! Women in the kitchen, buddy."

>Mikoto
"¡No somos eso!, ¡No me llamo Tribilina! ¡Y SOY UNA GUERRERA! I'm here to learn from sensei Trevor."

>Soldado
"¡Ja!, ¡You got yourself one of those feminists, eh captain! Those things of women who look like men didn't exist in my time. ¡We shot them! I pity you." -Mikoto inhales loudly, puffs out her cheeks, and her fists tremble, she holds back the heat because it seems you know him-

"In any case, ¡Another day, another dollar, captain! We don't have new jobs yet" -those add up when defeating the current boss- "¡BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'LL LET YOU LAZE AROUND!, ¡TAKE A DAMN JOB AND HELP MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!"
You go to check the possible part-time jobs. Currently, only two are available.

>coconut collector
Location: next to Charia beach
-There's a high demand for super coconuts, but not just anyone can get them. You get paid for each coconut you get.
lawn mower
Location: in a guy's yard
-A important war veteran needs someone to cut his lawn because it looks like a jungle, the association promised to send someone. We provide you with the lawnmower.
<pay: $1200 guaranteed if the garden looks nice.

"You know? I was married once too. ¡But I preferred to marry the war! The battlefield is the only one that can take grenades. ¡Not like my wife! Ja. ¡But at least mine didn't look like a man, captain! I almost felt bad blowing her up. That kid you're bringing with you would be used as a target for RPGs in Cambodia. ¡HAHA!"

You feel the heat rising to your back. Mikoto is burning up, almost literally.
2/2

Hello negritos, I wanted to let you know that if you have abandoned me, I would like to confirm that. There's no problem with that, no grudge, nothing. It's just to know, and so I can put this aside and move on to other projects on the board, closing this and leaving you some things so that you know what I had planned at least. In the same way, I thank you all for the time together, to everyone who passed through the role and such. I had a lot of fun, I think it's one of the most funny things I've ever rolled, and also many times very epic. So I owe you many moments of happiness, emotion and everything. I won't force you to walk a path that has already tired you. Also, it's better to get off the boat now that it's just about to leave and not later, right?
In any case, it's up to you.
What you put above I will answer with the following meta, Trevor. Decide to abandon or not.

>>3574
>trebor
I don't know if you're saying this for me but I don't have intentions of abandoning. lit I'm rushing a bit my turns to compensate for my lateness and advance to the fights I haven't even reached the second kek. lit I held myself back from sending a file to chainsaw man which looks good because I want to focus on this role and beneache
I don't know about the other blacks but I want to continue and if lol you kill me at least make a cheap timeskip to the final fight like in the axed manga and I fall down quickly with the final boss

>>3574
>Ryu
Kek, you know me, bro, I'm always busy and lacking inspiration, but I'm not gonna abandon this

By the way, part of my reply got deleted again. Second fucking time this happens, so now I'm trying to write everything in Word first and then paste it here, but honestly it kinda killed my motivation to sit down and write.

I'll reply soon.

>>3575
Keksito, I was asking in general because the little black guys were slowly disappearing. I figured maybe giving them the chance to leave would be ideal if that's what they wanted, so it wouldn't feel bad to leave and such. Better to be upfront and cut it off at the root.

>lit I'm a bit rushing my turns to make up for my lateness
No rush, I have no problems, I just wanted to have things clear. I guess I can be clear that the others aren't coming back kek but I wanted to see if they confirmed it so at least I could leave the story I had planned for them that I liked a lot kek

>lit I held back from sending a sheet to Chainsaw Man because it looks good because I want to focus on this role and on Beneache
You're right, it looks quality. Not like that TikTok Jujutsu Kaisen, eh? keksito

>I don't know about the other blacks but I want to continue
Alright, perfect.

>and if lolmatas at least do me a timeskip
No, I want to continue. Number 4 is my favorite fight for Trevor.

>>3576
Keksito. Yes, with you I already had it clear before you joined, the lateness isn't a problem. It turned out well anyway to know if what you found wasn't what you expected, if you didn't like it or something. That way you could detach yourself without fear.
Take your time, I'm in no rush. If you want an interesting piece of advice: Google Docs. It's uglier than Word but saves only every time you stop typing as I understand it, so even if the power goes out, the losses are minimal.

>it killed a bit my will to sit down and write.
Keksito, very understandable. It's happened to me two or three times in this role and it makes me want to shoot myself because both times it was something I loved, and then I had to rewrite it more skimpy.

>I'll reply soon.
Whenever you want, the little role won't go anywhere.

>>3569
>it reminds me of Goku Densetsu on the DS, don't know if you know it
Keksito. I'll take your advice because I don't know it.

>it feels satisfying to build a deck and a strategy and see the chain reaction when everything falls into place
Uff yeah. I mean, I haven't tried it yet but that was the best part of Balatro for me kek. Every time you play and something starts taking shape and you get chetas...

Bah, now that I think about it, that's the joke of all these Isaac-like games, right? Kek

>Not ironically it's viable
No wonder the 2 reached 500k players in two days even though it was in early access.

>It lacks Chinese monkeys though
The silent one is a chocolate monkey kek

>What will their reaction be if they descend to the B this season?
Take it out on Asuna like a dad who's been wronged

>A month later, is it still that good?
I put it on pause because I got distracted by other things, but that opinion doesn't change, yes, it's very good. I'd recommend it without hesitation.

>Maybe Ruler thinks the same and that's why they never finish their roles
Kek. So they always abandon me because of that! It's their defense system, not that I bore them! I'm going to ban them from my roles... Kek joke

>From 2018 to the present is crazy kek
Keksito, no, I mean I started watching it in 2018 with season 1. The movie that was the last thing I saw came out in 2021, from there I didn't want to watch season 3 because I know it's the end. It's been 5 years kek

>I've never seen episodes 25 and 26 doublekek.
Ayyy there you see. You beat me.
>Although by now it's more because I don't care that much
Well, paradoxically that's good for finishing it, right? You practically don't care anymore so you can just sit one day and say "let's see"

Although it's easier said than done. Sometimes you get lazy and kek

>Lucky bastard
I tried to figure out the reason for this but I was totally incapable ayy

>Haikyuu, a volleyball manga.
I know that one, I don't know if I'm confusing it with Slam Dunk, but I know it was huge back in the day.

>and you end up feeling like you've been a volleyball fan since you were a kid
Keksito
To be honest, once I saw a video where some guys played volleyball well. I mean both teams were good, and the back-and-forth of the ball was quite satisfying, that's when I started respecting it and didn't just write it off as boring. Although I never really got into the scene just because of that.

>the passion itself, as long as you have it, you must express it in everything you do
True. I try. Sometimes you have to stop being ashamed of being passionate about something. That could become what drives you, not just when you need a boost, but toward something really awesome. I don't know, I don't know, I'm just saying.

>Simply GODkyuu, 10/10.
Looks away whistling so as not to add it to the eternal backlog

>But CHADnter x HunCHAD wins.
O melhor shonen. Demais.

>The Gintama setting is denser than people give it credit for, it can create something original and still keep the feeling of being a Gintama RP
Maybe, maybe. But if someone gets in sync with it, creating original stuff would be easier, but actually achieving it, I mean, starting to replicate the style and then not sticking out, maybe isn't that easy.

>This would be peak kek, I never considered it as an option.
Keksito I think it's a good idea, the little black guys could go on random adventures with the perfect excuse of having someone like "go there, do this" and who knows how much more that I don't know yet because I haven't watched the series that much.

>about 80 years in the future of the series.
Far away ayy. The Baka Prince wouldn't appear.

>Yorozuya managed to grow into a kind of corporation with branches all over the world, like the HxH Association
Keksito. That idea makes me a bit amused

>Like the army
Or worse: the provincial police

>There you have excuses to have several little black guys go on random adventures helping people like the Yorozuya do in canon
Sounds perfect for the format from back in the day. Now with the new slowness of the RP threads you need a connecting thread. I know the vibe is that arcs appear in the middle after the craziness, so you'd have to make an effort to keep the anons hooked and not have them loldie before you reveal your plans kek

>Say it with pride, I assure you it won't drop from there kek
"Well, with pride it goes! It's the type of character I like. The vibe of relaxed until he gets serious and does something chad I like a lot. The things he says are quality.
Then not far behind in second place is Hijikata I think, or Sougo. But for me it's Hijikata because he's awesome and I even literally incorporated him into my life, now when I see someone go overboard with mayonnaise curiously something I see quite often I can't help but associate it with the Hijikata special keksito

>>3572
>Trevor

>I like clowns. But that one looks a bit... 'murder-y', right?

"Do you like clowns?"

That surprised him more than anything else here. Not only because Mikoto didn't seem like the type of person who likes things, but also because literally no one likes clowns these days, unless it's in horror movies.

"Very 21st century, don't you think?" He wanted to say 19th century, but he doesn't know shit.

Anyway, you had to admit, they did an incredible job with the decorations. If his mother were here, she'd definitely stop every 10 seconds to take tacky photos with the fairy lights and upload them to Facebook.

They cross more hallways, with more decorations. The atmosphere was intimidating. It made you consider that the shadows on the walls didn't just come from the branches...

>Sensei... Doesn't all this give you a bit of... Thing?

"... Did you notice it too...?" A second passes between the question and the answer, but Trevor was waiting for an opportunity to bring up the topic.

Maybe he was overthinking it, but, wasn't it appropriate? The decorations are meant to stimulate the imagination. And these were putting ideas in his mind...

"Confirm something for me, if you know..." Trevor doesn't take his eyes off the front. "... How many of them are in this school?"

"I don't want to bet on this, but... If there are less than 2 janitors in the school, I think I can win extra credits."

His intentions come to light.

"A single janitor is going to have to clean all these decorations between today and tomorrow. What if I help him? Would that count for some reward? Maybe they'll give me an extra point on some exam... Professors notice things like that."

He scratches his chin considering his options. Anyway, he leaned towards trying it; it gave him pity to think that some poor soul would be in charge of all this.

They arrive at the gate. Conveniently, it opens by itself, letting them pass.

>Did you hear that?! Was that... Was that the wind?

"A door shouldn't sound like that. Unless..."

"They're made in 're-China'."

Trevor says that with a completely serious expression. Not only because it's his personality, but to maintain his aura in case the joke doesn't get a laugh.

Well, the door must be made like that. Let's get out of here.

>>3573
>BUT IT'S YOUNG TRIBILIN!
>Tribilin?

"Just play along with him."

>THE NAME OF A TRUE AMERICAN!, CORPOral TRIBILIN! And another kid.
>I'M A WOMAN!, ARE YOU BLIND, OLD MAN?!

They hadn't known each other for even a minute, but the personalities of these two were already clashing. This had the potential to become an interaction nobody wanted to have.

>Oh jojo... Sorry! Corporal Tribilin and his wife, Tribilina. I hope you don't take her to the battlefield! Women in the kitchen, buddy.
>We're not that!, I don't go by Tribilina! AND I'M A WARRIOR! I'm here to learn from Sensei Trevor.

"...."
>"Ha!, you snagged yourself one of those feminists, corporal! Those woman-things that look like men didn't exist in my time. We shot them! I pity you.

"I don't understand a fucking word you're saying, old man... Don't bother her too much. I won't defend you if she does something crazy."

He didn't want to get too involved in the matter, but he gives Mikoto free rein to act however she wants. It's not like this guy is her family or anything, and even if he were, he wouldn't ask her to hold back when she's acting out of line.

That's what he came for: to do business. The selection didn't look any different from yesterday's.

Yesterday... What a night that was, eh...

He barely remembers what happened or how it all started. His mind gets lost in the memories as he stares into the void, but he's interrupted by another rant from the soldier.

>"You know? I was married once too. But I chose to marry the war! The battlefield is the only thing that can withstand grenades. Not like my wife! Ha! But at least mine didn't look like a man, corporal! I almost felt sorry for blowing her up."

Mikoto was about to explode too, but from rage. The guy was like LeBron James when it came to angering her. Just when it seemed he was moving on from the subject, he finds a way to drag her back in.

>"That kid you're with would be used as target practice for RPGs in Cambodia. HAHA!"

"Did you have RPGs in the year 1600, old man?"

"What you're describing is a guaranteed death. Your toy would explode in your face just to avoid getting involved with her." He said he wasn't going to get involved, but if she's going around telling everyone she's his sensei, he should at least defend her strength.

"She's not one of your hungry commu-"

https://youtu.be/WOCntkuIXds?t=1▾
"???..."

Communist...?

"...Ah."

Without any warning, Trevor sprints toward the door. He just remembered something...

He jumps in his car and floors the accelerator. Turns out Mikoto wasn't entirely wrong; he actually still had one more metaphorical debt to pay.

The destination was already clear:

A seedy bar with a terrible selection of liquor, and a disgraced Russian who insulted his drinking ability.

<Resume mission.

He needed to get there fast in the car, and he wasn't going to waste that speed. He wasn't going to enter through the door, wasn't going to ask for a fight.

He was going to enter the American way: crashing through the wall with his car (last generation, a couple generations back) and running over the guy.

There was one problem. The bar was on a narrow street. How was he going to drive through it in a car and turn to cross the wall?

The answer to that question is another question: What the hell do you have a car for if you don't know how to drift?

When he gets in front of it, Trevor will drive straight down the alley at maximum speed and won't change direction until he's centimeters away from the first curve, just to conserve as much speed as possible. At that moment, he'll oversteer the car, initiating a legendary drift.

The ideal result: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/gA2N1bepPZE?t=8&feature=share▾
1d100 = 16

And once he's in front of the bar, he'll hit the accelerator one more time to make his entrance.

1d100 = 18

>>3570
>Ryu

"Through the dust curtain, his darkened figure swayed back and forth until it finally cleared, revealing his lack of expression."

"So what? Did you hit menopause or something?" --He brought a hand to his nape, twisting his neck-- "You took this path and still want to pretend you have a conscience? Failure, show what you learned with pride or die."

He cracked his own neck, looking down at him until he finally deigned to get up, emotion slowly leaving his expression, showing his boredom.

>"On top of me making you good food, you throw it away..."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I did --He replied with another sharp smile and narrowed eyes-- If you're going to do something about it, do it before I kill you out of boredom."

For a moment he thought he would get what he was looking for, until the delinquent pulled a knife from his pocket, eliciting another exasperated expression from him.

"Tch. You damn idiot, you really don't know how to have fun, do you?" --He leaned forward, lowering his center of gravity slightly-- "Hold still."

The floor beneath them cracked the moment he lunged in his direction, like a barely visible mirage, his blurry figure loomed over the old delinquent... Or so it seemed at the moment of attack, and instead of tearing flesh, the move damages Ryu's jacket, which he had taken off in an instant.
The opponent's nose caved into his nape, Ryu's shoe sole leaving its mark deeply imprinted on Paolo's skull after pushing off the ground and releasing a kick with his right leg, lifting them both off the ground. He quickly used his jacket sleeves to hold him tight so he could shake his brains out with another kick in the air, and before falling, readjust the sleeves to throw him to the ground and sink his knees into his back.

"Alright, now." --He grabs him by the hair, forcing him to look at him-- "𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭."

The first blow lifts the rocks from the entire garden, the second shakes the neighbors' windows, the third lifts the parked cars off the ground for a second, the impact having more and more force with each one.


1d100 = 58

>>6641
>Ryu
Ay

Re-roll?

1d100 = 13

>>6642
JAJAJAJAJAJA

LOOK AT THAT NIGGA, HOW FUNNY, I'M DYING OF LAUGHTER, I'M CHOKING, HOW I LOVE DICE, I LOVE TO ROLL, I LOVE TO WRITE, I LOVE PEOPLE, I'M GOING OUT TO THE STREET RIGHT NOW TO HUG PEOPLE, I'M GOING OUT TO SHOW ALL THE LOVE I FEEL INSIDE FOR THE HUMAN RACE RIGHT NOW

>>6643
Skill issue. Take real black dice.
1d100 = 33

>>6657
1d100 = 61

>>6657
>>6643
>>6659
How cute. I'm going to show you how adults play. rolls out a dice that's both crying and shit
1d100 = 87

>>6643
>>6657
>>6658
>>6659
>>6683
They don't know. THIS is a die
1d100 = 80

>>6684
I don't roleplay here but did someone say dice? 1d100 = 38

>>6643
>>6657
>>6658
>>6659
>>6683
>>6684
These newfags are hilarious. Let me show you the true meaning of "mememagic".
1d100 = 65

>>6686
P-puta madre mmm-tan, no me hagas quedar mal frente a mis hispa-amigos
1d100 = 69

>>6688
que hacen shitposteando en MI rol?
1d100 = 62

>>6643
Ayyy
I was going to tell you that in this roleplay you can do two actions in the same turn (it can be improved to three) AND that you can roll a die for each action

For example:
I hit you
1d100 = 94

And then I kick you
1d100 = 64

So you don't depend on a single die, this also makes combat more dynamic. But I see that other darkies have already given you their dice... kek

I want to roll too:
1d100 = 95

>>6690
>I'll hit you (74)
>And then I'll kick you (90)
Ooh, don't kill him OP

>>6690
Add up all the dice they rolled and let him have his spirit bomb moment

>>3578
>Mikoto
<Do you like clowns?

"Hm?" -her face didn't stop looking forward, but her eyes sought you out, sketching some curiosity that she finished drawing with her slightly pursed lips- "yeah, why?" -she asked, totally oblivious to your initial confusion-

<Isn't that very 21st century?

"...?" -Mikoto didn't change her expression, but she quickened her blinks as she processed your summary, and what she understood is that... she didn't understand- "Huh?" -she finally raised an eyebrow. It sounded like you had just tried to explain the streets to her very poorly-

The path led them to the exit. The gloomy atmosphere of the school loomed over them like in one of those storms where the clouds seemed to be barely at kite height. The scene irritated Mikoto, making her strangely alert to what should have been mere masonry.

<You noticed it too...?

The girl nodded her head. Her eyes turned into tilted crescents of pure seriousness. Her response came barely as a dry huff that respected the growing seriousness in the environment.

<Confirm something for me, if you know...

"What is it, sensei...?"

When she finally spoke, her voice denoted caution. It was raspy, as always, but she asked the question with a slight, careful slowness and a serious tone.

<How many of them are in this school?

Her eyes widened before returning, almost dragged by force the next instant, to a position of anger.

"Them?" -her voice came out almost urgently-

<I don't want to bet on this, but... If there are fewer than 2 janitors in the school, I think I can earn extra credit.

"..." -her eyebrows, which were violent diagonal earrings, soon arched in confusion- "Janitors?"

<A single janitor is going to have to clean up all these decorations between today and tomorrow. What if I help him? Will it count towards some reward? Maybe I'll get an extra point on some exam... Teachers notice things like that.

"..." -Mikoto ended up staring at you, losing the thread of this more and more as you spoke-

The girl scratched her head with a single finger once you fell silent. If you looked at her, you could see beyond her scowling facade, a certain contained disappointment in that puffed-up cheek.

"I wasn't talking about that..." -she murmured before shaking her head, realizing you weren't on the same wavelength- "no, sensei..." -her eyes closed, and her head slightly bowed gave her an air of solemnity with which she tried to leave the general silliness behind, after all, they were still teacher and student- "I have no idea, but I could find out if you want." -she even drops the informal 'tu'-

The school bids them farewell with a gate that sounded strange.

<A door shouldn't sound like that. Unless...

Mikoto sweated, maintaining her alert state.

<They're made in re-china

"..." -Mikoto blinked a couple of times without abandoning her pose, which had her almost on tiptoe, your explanation, so serious and laden with knowledge that escaped her, like areas of the planet where doors have an ominous characteristic sound, reminded her of your guru-like wisdom sitting bare-assed on a supernova- "Re...china?" -she asked, it sounded like China to her. But... Squared- "What is that...?, Is it like... part of China? Or like... Hong Kong...?" -Mikoto was in favor of Hong Kong's liberation or something like that-

...

The 500 dollars on the floor are ignored, the mustachioed dandy who dropped them turned around, more surprised that no one took them than by not finding his bills, which he was able to recover and everyone was happy.

Meanwhile, you who had entered the employment center were looking to earn a living like any young worker. Like Chip 'n' Dale.

<Just play along.
"Hm... Alright." -he nodded without knowing that accepting that would entail the ultimate anger management test-

Apparently Mikoto was a feminist -according to the soldier- and the soldier was misogynistic -according to the soldier- which generated some friction. Unilateral, one could say, because although Mikoto seemed to want to scream, she held back.

<I don't understand a damn thing you're saying, old man... Don't bother her too much. I won't defend you if she does something crazy.

Mikoto calmed down for a second, glanced at you out of the corner of her eye like a cowboy understanding his outlaw partner. With narrowed eyes and lips slightly raised like those who weigh something exaggeratedly.

"Seriously?"

>Soldier
"Ha! Don't worry, Tribilin. I know how to deal with crazy chicks who think they're too much! You kill them! And then you lobotomize them!" -he brought his index and thumb to his chin- "Or was it the other way around? Or both at the same time?" -he let out a single thunderous laugh with which he straightened up as if in an epiphany, raising the same finger that had just held a thoughtful expression- "THAT'S IT! YOU KILL THEM DURING THE LOBOTOMY!"

Mikoto was compared to a perfect RPG boss, the open secret of Cambodia's dark tourism. You finally chimed in.

<Did they have RPGs in the 1600s, old man?

"Nah! Back then they were just Gs! And they threw them with their hands." -he mimed throwing something- "Like arrows! They invented them BEFORE the bow, so only the strong could use them. They threw them so hard, they killed bison." -he slammed the table- "But then they invented the bow, and everyone became weaklings who didn't throw their own arrows!" -he straightened up- "But then God said: Let there be gunpowder! In America!" -he put his hand to his forehead in a military salute- "And George Washington invented it, to massacre all those Indians with bows! It was great... enough to make a man cry..." -a tear ran down his cheek-

>Mikoto
"That doesn't even make sense..." -Mikoto was a bit of an idiot, but not so much that she believed all that, her hands were trembling with anger-

<What you're describing is a sure death. Your toy would explode in your face just to avoid messing with her.

"Oh?" -the girl looked at you with such surprise that she paused her anger-

>Soldier
"I don't know, Tribilin! I've only ever trusted two things in life: the president, and guns!" -he said before resting his forearm on the counter, leaning on it with a smug smile-

<It's not one of your starving commies-

"Hm?"

Arrows, RPGs, a memory pierced you with more force than any of the weapons mentioned or not mentioned here.

>Mikoto
<...???

"Uh?, Sensei...?, Are... you okay?"

Soldier
"Hmm... Did they get confused and lobotomize Corporal Tribilin?! And he allowed it because it's impossible not to trust a white doctor!" -he pulled out a pistol- "BUT I'M ALSO WHITE, AND I WON'T LET A MEMBER OF MY PLATOON GO UN-AVENGED!"

Mikoto looked at him with all the disdain she had accumulated, and to which the soldier was completely oblivious. Once she turned to look at you, you had already disappeared.

"Huh?!, Sensei?!"

She ran out the door, which was still swaying like a fan in summer. She looked in all directions, and only saw tire tracks of a car disappearing around a corner.

"Sensei!"

Mikoto ran off after the trail, leaving a gust of wind that peeled trees, swapped the clothes of people she passed, broke windows, and overturned parked cars while making active-duty soldiers look ridiculous. She was fast, like few others, but still, she wasn't going to catch you.

"Where did he get a car?!" -she exclaimed, but that wasn't the most important thing- "And how is he so fast?!"

1/2

>>6690
Well, technically I rolled two dice, I don't know how useful that information is to me now kek

>But I see other little niggers have already given you their dice
Huh? Are you saying I absorb them or keep their dice? I didn't understand (～￣▽￣)～

>>6691
Kek
>>6692
That would happen if it had been a finisher situation, but he threw two normal attacks. So...

>>6694
That's why, since you rolled two dice, I was going to tell you that you could re-roll one of the two actions

>Huh? Are you saying I absorb them or keep their dice? I didn't understand (～￣▽￣)～
If you want, of course. I'll take the highest die they rolled (78) and apply it to your roll. Unless you don't want to, of course.

>>6695
>If you want, of course.
>Unless you don't want to, of course.
Kek. I don't even know what to say ayy
>>6693
I'm sending part 2 now because I have to write it kekcito

>>6695
Uh, I dunno man, it wouldn't be very fair to the other players, the niggers just wanted to shitpost, it wasn't intentional with the dice.

>That's why, since you rolled two dice, I was going to tell you that you could re-roll one of the two actions
Ah, well, that's better, if you tell me it's two dice then I'd rather re-roll instead of using the niggers' dice

1d100 = 60

>>3578
https://youtu.be/pJurhI3RJNY▾With sharp turns, you left your mark, with accelerations, fire. Betty's speedometer rattled, the needle bouncing like she had Parkinson's against the limit number. Soon you spotted the poison frog alley, the houses appeared more frequently, becoming closed obstacles. Your eyes shone, an ephemeral greenish glint that transferred to the Ferrari as if it were being scanned. The traction seemed to rise to infinity, your hand guided the wheel with perfection. You turned a corner as narrow as if you were going 10 kilometers per hour, and found yourself on a strange zigzag street with a downward slope.

There was no time to think how stupid this was, only to react. Your eyes adjusted to the scene, you saw the track with the gaze of a chess player, thousands of winning moves projected before your eyes, and it was only a matter of piloting your ship. Betty entered the street, fitting into every narrow space at maximum speed with the grace of a Lipizzaner dodging obstacles on tiptoe. You saw the end of the street, a small roundabout where you could dramatically turn the steering wheel to one side to park in a skid. The wheels left a long mark accompanied by a strident screech that left you facing the knockout bar, whose destroyed wall was covered with a large cardboard and tape due to lack of budget.

Accelerating in place, the engine let out a series of roars while green smoke billowed from the wheels. Your eyes shone again, everything turned green, and when you unleashed the beast, you felt the power of a slingshot.

It was explosive, you heard the exhaust pipe combust as the wheels set the asphalt on fire. The speedometer needle spun so fast, it was just a red blur. The acceleration glued you to the seat and the bumper stuck to the cardboard.

You crashed through the cardboard wall so fast, that it and the tapes holding it caught fire. Betty snapped like a whip as she burst into the bar with a leap, straight towards the Russian who was sitting drinking. The bartender didn't even have the perception to process the destruction, Betty loomed over the target like a bear ready to devour him.

But in Russia, bears are the ones devoured.

https://youtu.be/TGCR993FIKQ▾
Dimitri turned in an instant, and was on his feet, even surpassing the height your vehicle reached - which now only reached his chest -

The Soviet smiled, stretched out his palm, and was Neo with bullets, catching the hypersonic car like a simple ball. The wind mimicked thunder, and your strange greenish ability faded, returning everything to normal.

>Fat bartender
"MY BUSINESS, AGAIN!"

>Soviet Dimitri
"HA! Are these the brands pigs use?"

He made a sharp hand movement, like turning a valve, to flip the car upside down, making you abandon the seat to return to the ground.

"IT'S SO FLIMSY! IN THE MOTHERLAND, THEY MAKE TRULY ROBUST CARS...!" - he lowered his arm, and with it Betty - "THIS TRASH...!"

He threw the car towards the roof. Soon there was nothing but the blue sky above. The roof vaporized, and Betty ascended like a space shuttle that disappeared into the firmament.

"IT DOESN'T COMPARE TO A LADAAAAA!"

>Bartender
"MY ROOOOOOF!"

The Soviet looked at the sky for an instant, smiling very satisfied with what he had done. Then, he looked down, finding you again. You weren't short, quite the opposite, but with him standing and you only reaching his abdomen, you seemed so.

>Soviet Dimitri
"So you withstood 40 bottles of botulinum toxin. Not bad for a pig, considering each drop can kill 666 elephants." - he let out a mocking laugh - "What brings you here today? Are you going to bombard me with other brands from your pathetic system? What's next, throwing a bottle of Coca-Cola at me?"

This was the moment.

To truly end the cold war.

>>6697
Little cake. I don't think anyone would have minded, but as you prefer. I'll take your die then, would you like me to use it for the first action (the kick) or for the second one of slamming him against the ground?

If you don't choose I'll simply pick the one that seems coolest to me when writing by default little cake

>>6699
La segunda

>>6693
>Trevor

>Seriously?

"Yeah. I don't care."

Anyway, I told him he should use his anger or something. He doesn't remember, in the end he didn't care.

>Ha! Don't worry, Tribilin. I know how to deal with crazy chicks who think too highly of themselves! (...) THAT'S IT!, YOU KILL THEM DURING THE LOBOTOMY!

"...." Trevor makes the https://c.tenor.com/BqVRDUWO3LsAAAAd/tenor.gif gesture to Mikoto.

The soldier starts telling the typical 'back in my day...' story but doesn't pay much attention to it.

It is then that he remembers...

>>6698
... And that's how he ended up here. At maximum speed +1 in a Ferrari, about to make a move that would retire Takumi Fujiwara.

His eyes turn whatsapp color once more. The reasons were a mystery, but that's what they always say about talent. He just had to be a top driver.

The steering wheel glides in his hands and Betty glides on the road. Her rubber commanded the asphalt as he commanded his movements.

The first corner passed like a blurry specter. But the first was not the last. More extended downwards, in columns, the edge of scythes waiting to claim the souls of some intrepid driver.

Perhaps that's why no other engine could be heard in the area...

Or perhaps he couldn't hear anything over the roar of his car. This challenge was nothing to her.

His destination appears before him, although the starting line was still fresh in his memory.

One last burst of speed was all that was needed.

The exhaust pipe announces the entry like a jet engine. Betty pierces the wall, leaving behind a curtain of smoke to hide the massacre.

But a single hand is enough to stop her...

>MY BUSINESS, AGAIN!

"...."

Trevor finds himself face to face with the communist once more. His car refused to touch the ground, paralyzed in his grip.

>HA! Are these the marks pigs use?

Betty is lifted even higher, forcing him to get out.

"...."

>IT'S SO FLIMSY!, IN THE MOTHERLAND, THEY MAKE REAL ROBUST CARS...!
>THIS TRASH....!

With a throw, Betty is sent to become one with the stars.

>IT DOESN'T COMPARE TO A LADAAAAA!
>MY TECHOOOOO!

Trevor turns without a word to his companion. It wasn't necessary, he knows she's going to survive.

There were more important matters.

>So you endured the 40 bottles of botulinum toxin. Not bad for a pig, considering each drop can kill 666 elephants.

Trevor walks to the bar, shaking off any dust that may have fallen on him from so much broken brick.

>What brings you here today? Are you going to bombard me with other brands from your pathetic system? What's next, throwing a bottle of Coca-Cola at me?

With one arm, he propels himself to the other side of the bar.

Observing the limited selection of alcohol, he could only feel one emotion...

"RAHHHHHH!"

Uncontrollable aggression.

Trevor begins smashing bottles. None would escape his wrath, even after shattering he would strike each fragment, each molecule of liquid flying through the air.

The purpose?

To drive the glass into his hands, and inject alcohol directly into his veins. 1d100 = 33 broken bottles before getting drunk kek I don't know if you allow rolling the other two dice after this one, if not, apply this one to the first action kek

He would hold one last bottle in his hands and drink it whole, before smashing it against the wall.

With demonic eyes, he would turn his face to his opponent, and throw the bottle, using the momentum of his hand to also shoot shards of glass directly at Dimitri.

He would follow the throw by firing one of his wrenches, but it wasn't aimed at Dimitri, but at the bottle he threw. He would have thrown it with terrible aim on purpose, so that it would spin in the air over Dimitri. With the right timing, the wrench would hit the mouth of the bottle, ricocheting and being redirected to Dimitri's shoulder.

1d100 = 21

When the wrench embeds itself in his shoulder implying he would follow up with another wrench throw, this time directly at the previous wrench. His new projectile would bounce off the one in his shoulder, straight to his neck.

1d100 = 59

As soon as he saw blood coming from his opponent, he would clarify his purpose:

"I've come for your life."

>>6701
wow, what dice
reroll to 6 1d100 = 20

>>6702
This is not a reroll but it's to make sure MMM-tan isn't mad at me 1d100 = 10

kek

Turnos mañana

>>6641
Your insults and provocations were lost in the air like dust. Paolo entered the room with a changed chip. Now he was going to speak with a blade, and not of paper, but of sharp neon. kek

The knife wavered before you, marking the line drawn by your opponent. He challenged you to cross it, and you, already accustomed to crossing any line, lowered your body. The force of your muscles preparing for the lunge opened holes beneath your feet, which joined into a small crater once you launched yourself forward.

The wind spread like your wings, everything not tied to the ground shot out behind you.

You were a bullet devouring distance in the blink of an eye. An anti-tank. But though the earth trembled with your advance, not a hair on Paolo's head moved.

You made a swift exchange, yielding the lead to your jacket in a blinding throw. The thug reacted as if by reflex, his hand descended in a diagonal so swift and perfect it seemed magnetized. The neon imprinted its advance with its celestial light, which illuminated the fabric before spreading throughout it in less than a second, incinerating it like paper in the sun.

But it was a feint. Your shoe relieved your jacket, and it was all that was reflected in the enemy's glasses before the impact that combined all the movement into an omnidirectional blizzard—which did move a hair—

But the collision was strange. Not as solid as a face, not as weak as a neck. You felt pressure increase around your foot, as if the shoe were shrinking in real-time. Your foot trembled in the struggle, you could neither advance nor retract it.

Looking closer, it was firmly locked between the thug's fingers, who raised his off-hand just an instant before the impact. And then, he twisted it.

Quick, for him, like turning a doorknob abruptly, for you, it was as if two knives entered both your ankles at once. Your bones cracked like a branch as your foot turned completely, now facing the same direction as your back.

<Ryu 90%

Paolo gave your foot a shove to push you away. You detached from the ground half a meter, but didn't lose your balance. You planted both feet back on the ground, though they faced opposite directions which doesn't hurt because No More Heroes and you destroyed the half meter by suddenly launching your arm straight at your enemy.

Paolo reacted. He raised the knife, but by the way he held it, it only grazed you with the handle. The blow was enough to leave a bruise and slightly deflect the trajectory, but not to cause a parry or truly injure you.

Your hands grab the thug's hair, and you yank him off the ground like a carrot. Through the light showing through his glasses, you can see his eyes roll up for a moment as you close your hand, compressing the wind between your fingers with a burst.
>Paolo
"Again with this...?" – he muttered to himself, in that tone we use when analyzing situations–

<Alright, now.

They locked eyes.

<Stay still.

"..."

He shrugged. And your knuckles invaded his face. The crack echoed through the entire room, the chandelier fell, the walls cracked.

<Paolo 90%

You pulled back your fist, then threw it forward again—your punch buried into his face with increased force, as if the last one had been mere practice. The thunderous impact shattered every window in the house, in the entire block.

<Paolo: 85%

Another. One more. Your fist struck again with a titanic collision. Like a personal train running over a suicide victim, you felt Paolo’s facial flesh mold around your hand, yielding to let your fist pass through. Muscles softening, flesh crushing—and that sweet sensation when the vibrations—turned sound by contact—of that CRACK tell you that you’ve broken something, compensating for the exponential increase in strength.

<Paolo 80%

But the impact came afterward. The energy transferred to the criminal, and he went flying. A strand of hair remained in your hand, as the shockwave of wind wreaked havoc. The room collapsed completely, walls falling away, replaced by dust, and outside, car alarms blared across the street from the sheer force of your punch.

Yet there was no moment to rest. Dust is usually used for dramatic effect, but the smart ones exploit it. The lights from the knife, still floating in the air, slightly blurred by the thick cloud of dust blocking your view of the yard—where you were practically already standing—suddenly reactivated.

You heard something like a whistle—the kind an airplane makes—close to your ear. You managed to track it with your vision. It was the neon blade being launched.

It grazed your face, matching the haircut, making you lose a chunk of hair on the side Ryu degradé kek before it buried into the ground and vanished.

Then, Paolo returned. Walking through the dust, nose crooked and bleeding, brandishing the knife.

"You fight like a woman... not that I care..."

Behind him, countless lights flashed through the haze, as if he had turned on the stadium lights of a baseball field. Blue dots identical to the one that had just missed you by mere centimeters. Floating blades.

"...they all end the same..."

The criminal tapped the base of his knife’s hilt, and every neon light shot toward you—a rain of stabbing blades leaving glowing trails.

Paolo: 1d100 = 94

>>6701
As it concerns us
This was the last battle to win the war. Dimitri looked at you with the disdain deserved by all those not protected under the equality of the red flag... but you ignored him, like you ignore all politics in this country, and walked past him.

Dimitri let out a few small laughs, and turned with some interest to watch you make the bartender tremble.

>Bartender
"A-ah, Dimitri, he's coming this way..."

As you approached, he stepped back, hands raised in fear and the desire to create more distance. But by the time you reached the bar, his back had already hit the wall. Your hand landed on the wood and the fat man lost his composure and balance with a scream.

"AAH!"

You jumped over the bar. Your feet touched the ground at the same time as the fat man's ass, who now saw you from below. You also ignored his pathetic display and went straight for the alcohol, which lined the walls in its transparent form, your rage manifesting in the atmosphere. The vodka in the bottles bubbled for an instant it just works before you exploded.

<RAHHHHHH!

"Aahh!" - he raised his arms to defend his head -

You turned your fists into a rain, and your fists turned the bottles into another rain. The alcohol and glass exploded in unison from the rapid movement, like a single balloon filled with vodka and crystal splashing in all directions.

For you, it was like watching in slow motion, the liquid growing in the air like a puddle under a dripping faucet. You hit even faster, the shards of glass turned to dust, and the small bodies of alcohol, barely drops.

The glass stuck to your fingers, usually harder than granite. Because you hit too fast and too hard, or something. From these cuts, you managed to get the alcohol and poison of 29 into your system.

This is because... you hit so hard that... when your knuckles collided with the alcohol, they filtered into the small space between the shards and the cut they left, thus entering your blood and leaving you tipsy.

"Th-the drinks!"

Having decimated the vodka population, taking only one hostage. You raised the bottle, previously uncorked, and drank it down, like those fat guys who chug water, finishing the bottle. The attentive eye could see a swirl for the thousandth of a thousandth of a second it took you to drink it.

>Dimitri
"Hmph. I see you liked the vodka."

30. You were now officially drunk. It would make the fight more fun. You were going to ring the bell for the first round.

You smashed the bottle against the wall, the glass spray made the bartender flinch. You then gave a sharp turn, releasing the sharp remnants of the bottle in a movement so strong that it shot out a burst of the glass you had in your hand. Accompanied, of course, by their respective trails of blood.
The crystal fleet turned red like blown glass. Your blood evaporated like a memory, but the Soviet was unimpressed. You raised your hand and thumb in a shooting combo. The wrench broke the sound and intercepted the bottles in an instant. A chime. Sharp as only glass can be. And the mouth of the bottle exploded, increasing the ammunition by splitting it, and causing a deflection in the wrench.

A takeoff. The upward diagonal went straight towards the Soviet's gigantic shoulder like a heat-seeking missile. The metal was about to pierce his flesh when he moved a hand like Casillas in 2010 and caught your weapon between his index and thumb.

"You call this a wrench?" he asked, bringing it before his eyes. "It looks like it's for opening a little girl's diary."

The first attempt failed, but there was no time to waste. You shot another wrench, faster, stronger, at that very instant. The same one flew. It bounced off another piece of glass that was still halfway there, and jumped like a magnet straight towards the other wrench.

The jagged tips of the wrenches crossed in an instant. Sparks flew violently right before Dimitri's eyes - he didn't even blink - and ignited a fire that turned the wrench into a perfect thousand-degree knife.

Next instant. The sound of impaled flesh echoed. A clean, brutal cut straight to the neck. Not even Dimitri could remain indifferent. His eyes lowered to see his blood dripping from his prominent Adam's apple.

"..."

<Dimitri 90%

"..."

He looked up again and finally frowned.

<I came for your life.

"So be it..."

Dimitri copied your move. He shot your wrench from his thumb, and it, in an instant, collided with a hundred pieces of crystal that were about to hit him, making them explode into more harmless fragments before embedding itself in the floor.

"But everything you do... we can do better."

Dimitri reached into his huge pockets, and without much searching, pulled out, in one hand, a sickle... and in the other, a hammer.

"DIE, CAPITALIST PIG!"

The Soviet threw the sickle from his left hand horizontally, it spun as if looking to decapitate you, while the giant came behind with the hammer over his shoulder. He spun it between his fingers with the mastery that years give, and threw it at you with the combined power of effort and European steroids. The air vibrated, as the hammer entered a violent curve that sought to hit you in the ribs.

1d100 = 96