FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"HIROSHI!" the instructor finally yelled after failing to rouse the sleeping boy.

I jumped and looked around in a daze. "Yes, sir?" I said in embarrassment as I realized I had fallen asleep in kidõ class yet again.

"Please perform hadõ 31 as a demonstration to the class," the instructor said while rolling his eyes.

"Okay," I mumbled as I got up and stretched out before approaching the target. I took a breath and got into my stance. "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south! Hadõ 31, Shakkahõ. A sphere of red light formed in my hand and fired at the target like a bullet out of a gun. Upon impact, the sphere exploded and left the target a pile of ash.

"Very good Hiroshi, you may take your seat and this time stay awake," the instructor said.

"Yes sir, it won't happen again," I said.

"I somehow doubt that," my instructor said with a humorous smile on his face.

As we were dismissed the instructor pulled me aside. "Hiroshi," he started, "we need to talk."

I cut him off. "If this is about my falling asleep again, I swear I will work on it!"

"DON'T INTERRUPT," he yelled. He then lowered his voice down to normal. "I am recommending you for a new program that is still experimental, but if you pass you will be allowed to graduate without taking the official exam. This choice is yours to make, so take the time you need and let me know, I have already talked to your other instructors, and they also have recommended you for the program. When you reach an answer, let me know."

"I don't need the time to think; I already have my answer. I want to do the program," I said without hesitation.

The instructor smiled. "I knew you would say that." He handed me a pass telling me the details of the program and ways to prepare for it. "One last thing Hiroshi, you can't tell anyone. It would cause bickering between the other students who feel that they should be chosen but are not yet at that level. You have been here three years, and you are already stronger than almost all of the others students here. The tenth year students here would get jealous that someone as young as you would be able to surpass them," he finished.

"No problem. In case you forgot, most people either don't like me because of my eyes and teeth, or they are afraid of me because of my eyes and teeth," I say, only half joking. Komamura was right. People really don't like other people who are different. I let out a sigh.

"Well, I have taken enough of your time. You should go before people start asking questions," he said; then added, "I hope I never have to put up with you sleeping in my class again." At the last words, he smiled and started to laugh.

"I don't know. My seat was pretty comfortable, but don't worry. That seat will remain empty until the next person fills it, I promise." With those last words between us, I left.

I started walking down the hall and ran into Shinta, the school bully with an IQ of twenty and the combat skills of a three year old with a stick who somehow still managed to get off with acting like the best fighter at the school. People just don't want to mess with him because he is a noble and can probably get them in trouble, and he knows it. I attempted to turn the other way when I heard a nasal voice starting to call out to me.

"Hiroshi, wait up you stupid piece of shit," Shinta called.

Damn it, I was so close to my room. "What do you want Shinta?" I asked wearily.

"What are you upset about? This is the highlight of your day, and you know it. A peasant such as you with those teeth and eyes should be ecstatic to take the chance to talk to a high class noble like me," he said, with an arrogance that was almost tangible.

"Oh, hooray for me; I get to put up with a snob from a rich family while he throws half-baked, overused insults at anyone who happens to walk by," I say irritably.

"You know what? I am tired of your shitty attitude kid. Just because you are in the class with the big kids like me does not make you our equals," he said, with anger showing up in his fat face.

I decided I had enough and I lashed out. "YOU KNOW WHAT? I AM TIRED OF YOUR 'I AM HOLIER THAN THOU' ACT. IF YOU SPENT HALF AS MUCH TIME WORKING ON YOUR SWORDSMANSHIP AND KIDO AS YOU DO GOING AROUND AND BRAGGING ABOUT HOW GREAT YOU SUPPOSEDLY ARE, THEN YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE CAPABLE OF DOING SOMETHING!" I raged, and then I calmed down. "If you would actually do that, maybe you would be worth that noble blood in your veins. I know plenty of 'peasant trash' who could kick your ass, but the only reason they don't is because your family would have them expelled from here. Until you are actually ready to do something, you are not worth my time or anyone else's," I say then turn around and head to the garden I use for meditation.

"Don't walk away from me you little piece of shit!" Shinta yelled.

I ignored him and kept on my way, turning a corner with him still yelling after me.

I made it to the garden, sat down on a bench, and opened my lunch and started to snack on an apple before my next class started. We were going to duel the other people in our class using whatever means we had at our disposal. Unfortunately, I had Shinta in that class and he would smart off every two seconds, still refusing to duel saying no one was worthy of such an honor. I finished my apple and started stretching and warming up for the matches. I was halfway done when the announcement for the next class came. I stood up, picked up my apple core, and buried it by the roots of a tree. There is no need to make a mess, and at least this way everything is used and nothing is wasted. I got the rest of my stuff, washed my hands and made my way to the arena where today's class was supposed to take place.

The Arena was like a coliseum, with stone bleachers and everything. I was one of the last people to arrive and found myself a secluded place to sit down until my turn was up. In the row in front of me, I heard a person whine about how they didn't get enough to eat. At that moment, my stomach growled. My hand went to my bag and I pulled out my lunch. I looked at it and decided I wasn't that hungry and walked down to the people in front of me who stopped their conversation short.

"Here, you can have my lunch. I already ate; and don't worry, I haven't touched any of the food in here," I said, offering them my lunch.

One of them sneered and said, "As if we would eat dog food, freak."

The other scolded her friend and politely said, "No thank you, we are not hungry."

I shrugged my shoulders. When they turned around, I sat my lunch down next to them and made my way back to my spot on the bleachers. I smiled when I saw the one who sneered at me reach over and start eating the food. He saw me looking at him and his face went red. I turned my head and pretended I hadn't noticed.

"Alright everyone quiet down!" The person in charge yelled. "Today, you will all duel one of your peers. This is the first time doing this; everything you learned independently will be put to the test today. There are two options: You can choose who you want to fight or people will be assigned to you."

We ended up being assigned to whom we were going to fight by number. I went down to get my number, and as I came into view, the instructor's substitute flinched as she saw my eyes and teeth. Apparently, other people noticed this too and soon the whole arena was filled with mocking laughter. The person caught my eye and sent me an apologetic glance, to which I just shrugged and stood off from the crowd while everyone else was assigned their numbers. Soon, the whole place was filled with the noise of people calling out their numbers, looking for the person with the match. I looked down and read my number, which was 1. I looked around and caught Shinta's gaze. I rolled my eyes and held up my number card. He smiled cruelly and held up his own. Shit, we were duel partners.

I walked over to him, and we stood side by side like we were instructed to do.

"I am going to make you pay for what you did in the hall," he threatened. "No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it."

I just ignored him and waited for further instruction. I waited for about ten minutes. By then, everyone had found their partner. The instructor looked around at everyone to make sure and then proceeded with the instructions.

"You will fight the person with the same number as you. You are allowed to use any form of fighting you want; there is no such thing as fighting dirty. You are NOT allowed to kill someone for any reason, and finally I do not give a shit if you are a noble or not, you will earn your grade based on skill. We will go in chronological order from one to two to three and so on. You will have ten minutes to prepare yourselves for your fight before each match. Let the preparations for round one begin!"

I walked to the shade under a tree and closed my eyes. Two people walked up to me and sat down in front of me. I opened one of my eyes to see who they were. To my surprise, it was the two people I had given my lunch to. They just looked at me for a while and then one of them said, "Are you the guy who mouthed off to Shinta?" Great, since this is just the thing I need right now, but they don't look angry. I'll see what they want. I was about to say something when I noticed my lunchbox.

"So how did the dog food taste?" I asked.

The guy's face turned into the equivalent of a brown haired tomato. "I'm sorry about that. I was just in a bad mood and thought it would be funny to be an ass."

"Well," I said, a smile forming on my lips, "I will have to deduct points for originality from your final score." At the end I was softly chuckling at my own joke. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I get that crap all the time, and after a while you learn to take it with a sense of humor."

They both just stared at me with blank looks; then the girl burst out laughing, clutching her sides in pain. I shot the boy a questioning look, and he explained, "On the way over here I was coming to apologize for the way I spoke to you and then I saw how calmly you walked away and then I thought, 'oh shit this guy is going to kill me,' so then Izumi started to crack jokes about all the different ways you were going to mangle me," he said looking sheepish.

I tried to keep a straight voice, but then I started laughing too. People turned to look to see who had made the anti-social person laugh so loudly. I finally was able to quiet down at the same time the girl did.

"Don't worry, I don't do that; well, at least not over something so stupid. Anyway, I'm happy you enjoyed the lunch." I said with laughter still coloring my voice.

"Round One is about to begin. Fighters, come to the center. Everyone else, go to the bleachers," the instructor yelled.

"Well, it looks like my time has come; and no hard feelings, by the way," I say, standing up and offering my hand.

"Thank you, and once again sorry," the boy said shaking my hand.

"Good luck," they both said simultaneously.

Shinta and I took our spots at the center of the arena as everyone else filled up the bleachers. The instructor started the countdown.

"3. . .2. . . ." the instructor never got to one because at that moment, Shinta drew his sword and slashed at me. I jumped out of the way just in time to miss getting sliced in half. I got my footing as Shinta rushed me with an onslaught of strikes and slashes, all of which I were able to avoid. I was out of reach wondering how long this would last and if this was really all he had. I was about to say so when he vanished. He had his mouth right next to my ear as he said, "You peasant trash, you are nowhere near my level of skill." I turned to face him just as he vanished again. When he vanished from sight. I smiled and slashed behind me just as Shinta came at me. I cut him across the arm, and a line of blood sprang up. Shinta cried out in pain, much to my satisfaction. I raised my hand and held it level with his face.

"Hadõ 1, Shõ!" I yelled out.

Shinta was thrown back as an invisible force slammed into him with the force of a car. He flew through the air and planted his feet against a wall and used it to jump at me. I got into stance and yelled, "Hadõ 31, Shakkahõ!" The red ball of fire connected with Shinta dead on and slammed him into the ground. A feeling welled up in me that started to take over; a part of me that let out all of my pain and hurt and released it all at him. A menacing darkness sprang forward from my essence, demanding blood. I took the opportunity to jump into the air and cast. "Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat. Bakudõ 9, Geki!" A red light surrounded Shinta and he became paralyzed lying flat on his back. "Time to finish this!" I yelled, letting all my frustrations break through me. "You have made my life a living hell, and for WHAT?! Is it because of the way I look? It doesn't matter, you are done. "Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle! Hadõ 63, Raikõhõ!" A blast of pure electricity shot down, aiming right for Shinta with enough force to turn him into dust to be blown away in the wind.

"Bakudõ 81, Dank?!" A translucent barrier shielded Shinta from the blast, but it burned a crater into the ground all around it.

I started falling toward him, completely lost in frenzy with tears streaming down my cheeks. I had my sword pointed directly at his heart. He was still paralyzed and could only watch in horror as me and my blade came down hurtling toward him.

"Bakudõ 37, Tsuriboshi!" I large blue-white net spread out below me and ensnared me before I impaled Shinta. I was locked in place in mid air. I struggled and thrashed, screaming like an animal trapped in a cage, trying to break free. Realizing the struggle was futile; I turned around and faced Shinta. "Why? Why couldn't you just leave me alone and let me go on with my life?" The tears were burning hot tracks down my face, "You just kept pushing and pushing, why me? I never did shit to you!" I was gasping for air and shuddering from all the stress that was put on my body. "I just wanted to get through this so I could go back to see someone but you couldn't let me do that could you?"

He just looked at me and then smirked as he slid his mask of arrogance back into place, "Because you are peasant trash that must be thrown away before you make the rest of us sick."

The final word made something inside of me snap and I started screaming and thrashing. My spiritual pressure went through the roof, and the net holding me away from him ripped itself apart. I plunged down to him and landed on top of him with enough force to break a rib or two. I dropped my sword and beat him with my fists until people started pulling me off of him. I was still crying as the two people who I talked to earlier started talking.

"Wow that kid is fucked up."

"I knew he was crazy."

"No doubt Shinta deserved this, but did you see the guy?"

I saw all of their faces through my tears; and I saw faces that ranged from disgust and fear, to bewilderment and respect. I also saw the instructor. Her face was ashen, and she looked at me like a monster that had escaped its cage. There was an old man with a captain's haori, and as I looked closer I saw that it was the Captain-commander Yamamoto. He looked at me with a look of curiosity; he was wondering how a student who was not even a shinigami could know and perform such a high level kidõ and still have the energy to take down a Tsuriboshi. I also realized that he was the one who kept me from killing Shinta. I hiccupped a few times before I was finally able to get the words out of my lips, "Thank you. . . . thank you for not letting me kill him. I am so sorry I just. . . I just. . . I am so sorry!" I yelled the last bit loud enough for everyone to turn to look at me. The captain nodded his head once and turned to go look after Shinta and make sure he was going to be okay.

"Call Captain Unohana." was the last thing I heard before being taken out of earshot.