to boss me around," I growl, before I place my sword down. Slipping off my haori and my uniform top, I roll my shoulders while wearing my scars proudly. Grabbing a wooden blade, my target was locked on already. "As long as I get to kick your ass, I'll feel much better.....so be prepared. Because I am the angry fucking Hurricane...."

Ryuji scoffs dryly, "We'll see....."

~*~

Blades collide together with a fierce blow causing a gust of wind between us, before sharply attacking him again. Sweat glides down our bodies, finding our sparring lasting longer than anticipated. His body was taller and more burly, but that was only because he was at least three years older than me.

Yet, I couldn't care less, because I'm beating his ass to submission.

"You're quite good, Shinazugawa....." Ryuji's eyes narrow, with an invigorating expression. ".....but not good enough!!!!"

He goes to strike me across the chest in a zig zag, but I sharply evade his attack with a sharp exhale of a breathing technique. Taking this chance while he was open, a shocked expression paints on his face. Landing a heavy blow to his chest with much more force, blood rolls down the corner of his lips. His legs buckle beneath him causing him to hit the ground, knowing the air was knocked from his lungs.

Panting heavily while standing above him, a grin curls upon my lips, "I won......"

"Tch.......son of a........that was dirty move," He grimaces, his arms trembling; pushing himself back up. He stands tall and smears the blood from his mouth, breathing heavily through his clenched teeth. "Well....guess that's the end of our sparring--"

"I'm not done with you," raising my head, dropping my wooden blade. Wiping the sticky sweat from my temple, I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair. "I know what you did to Hayami, mind telling me why you kicked her out?"

The hashira's face turns grim while clenching his teeth, "I don't know what your talking about, and what did I say in being around her--"

"Don't give me that bullshit!!!!" I snap angrily, as my voice gravels deeply. "Your her damn brother!!!! Act like one!! Why the hell are you treating her like this?! She's done nothing, but trying impress you...........but if you have an excuse? I don't want to hear it...." with a threatening tone, standing up to him.

His eyes grew angry, "She's just weak! She has no hope being a Hashira, let alone can survive out there--" without wasting a second or batting a eye, my fist lands across his face with force with a sickening crunch.

He grunts while being sent to the tatami floor, as I tower above him with a dangerous glare.

"Don't you dare speak about being weak, don't even say anything that is the opposite of what's good!!!" I spat venomously, my eyes darken as I glower upon him. "I don't give a shit if your a Hashira, or even her brother, and I don't give a shit if you tell me to stay away from her. It's not your decision to fucking make, but hers.........got that?! She's worked harder than you can ever imagine, she's got more dignity to prove than you ever could......!!"

His eyes filled with disbelief and shock, holding his broken nose. Blood dribbling through the crevices of his fingers, he grimaces with anger slowly surfacing.

Lifting the wooden blade I turn to the side and grabbed my uniform, I threw back my clothes on along with my haori. Tucking my blade beneath my belt I make my way to the exit, "Also, I don't usual thank anyone, but I needed that spar...." not even glancing back. 

".....I definitely feel much better now."

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