The night Kit got transferred there was something of a celebration at Ryouzanpaku. The masters were ecstatic that Kit was finally going to be attending what they called a “real school for real fighters”.
“No more scrapin’ the bottom of the barrel looking for scrubs for you to fight against,” Daisuke proclaimed aloud.
“I remember my days at St. Roderick’s... the key is to attack the biggest, strongest guy on the first day. Then only the serious fighters will be able to approach you,” the elder told him joyfully. “Kisara... on your first day your mission will be to assault the best warrior there, prove that you are dominant beyond a shadow of a doubt!” he continued as he turned to her.
“Hey! No fair! I was just about to give Kit that order!” Daisuke shouted back at him.
“Kit couldn’t stand atop the mountain of students if he had an entire army backing him... Kisara at least has a chance!” the elder replied.
“Our boy could take Kisara easy,” Daisuke said as he stood up and leaned over the elder.
“I believe I heard a challenge in there,” the elder speculated.
“I wouldn’t suggest this confrontation Daisuke... Kisara is still way out of Kit’s league,” Hitomi counselled the drunken ninja master.
“Yes, Master Daisuke. I believe that Kisara is still a little much in the way of an opponent,” Kit agreed.
“Damn straight I’m too good of an opponent for you, but what’s this ‘little much’ crap... you’re years from competing with me,” she told him proudly.
“You don’t know that... Kisara has been rather lax in her training lately, perhaps you’ll do better than you think,” Natasha speculated.
“Brock not ready for Kit to die yet, though!” Brock interrupted.
“I don’t know... Kit’s no slouch, he’s been learning pretty quickly. He combined all of those moves into one move pretty well today,” Denali thought.
“Seems to be a mixed vote... he might have a chance... if he can contain some of Kisara’s moves... maybe,” Katrina added her opinion.
“I was going to ask you about that particular combination earlier. You wouldn’t happen to have a name in mind for it would you?” the elder asked Kit.
“Um... not exactly. Why?” Kit responded nervously... he didn’t mind talking about this as long as it meant he didn’t have to fight Kisara.
“It seems to me that, while it might be a little flashy, clumsy, bulky, and impractical, it could become something of a name-maker for you. A ‘signature move’ if you will,” the elder explained.
“It’s too late for him to name it anyway. Foxie took care of it already... he called it ‘the hurricane’, specifically Sunahama’s hurricane. I think he was impressed with that little flurry of blows,” Kisara told them as she shoveled a spoon full of rice into her meal.
“Wait a second... if this school always existed... why did Kisara go to my school?” Kit asked them.
“I didn’t want to go to this school... I don’t want to make waves, just blend in,” Kisara answered him.
“Not Kit, though. He’s gunna blend in by standing out!” Daisuke proclaimed aloud.
“Not if he can’t beat Kisara,” the elder responded as he stood up now.
“THAT’S IT! CHALLENGE!” Daisuke shouted boisterously.
“Just what I was waiting for. Kisara, Kit, prepare for battle!” the elder announced.
“Uncle... we’re eating,” Kisara reminded him calmly. She might have seemed eager earlier, but she wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit now... she was eating daintily.
“If you’re scared that understandable, I might be scared if I were you,” Natasha commented.
Kisara closed her eyes and sighed softly. She didn’t move, but her aura completely changed. She sat her bowl of rice down in front of her, wiped her face with her napkin and tossed it into bowl calmly. She stood up quietly and calmly walked over to the sparring ring.
“Let’s do this,” Kisara said as her eyes snapped open. She had a rather intense look on her face.
“He’s dead,” Kit heard Katrina whisper as he stood up. He moved to the sparring ring like a man bound for the gallows. He already knew that Kisara was better than he was, it was just a matter of how much better, and he didn’t care to learn the gap between them right now.
Thankfully Hitomi stood up for him. “I declare a mis-match... this fight is obviously one-sided, look at Kit, he’s nowhere near ready to fight against Kisara and you can tell he knows. Shame on all of you for trying to trick him like that,” she told them.
Everybody was stunned, not so much by what she said, as how much. Kit had been around for weeks now and this was the most she had ever said in one breath, usually she was rather quiet and guarded.
Daisuke looked rather frustrated for a moment before he conceded. “What’re you doin’ up there chucklehead? You look ridiculous, and you’re makin’ your master look like a fool. I hate to take her side but she right... for now. You have seven days without school, welcome to hell my friend, I’m gunna run your ass into the ground! You ain’t playin’ around anymore at this new school of yours, I’m gunna make you strong enough to whoop anybody’s ass. Then we’re gunna come back, and if you lose to her... I’ll kill you!” Daisuke promised him.
“Sounds good to me... Kisara, from now on you and Kit will do your physical training together, then we’ll split you up to train, and then... sparring,” the elder got this crazed look in his eye.
“Idiot... now look what you’ve done,” Kisara told him with a roll of her eyes as she walked past him back to her place at the table.
“What did I do?” Kit asked her. She didn’t get the chance to answer, after that it was a loud bawdy affair as the increasingly inebriated master’s recounted their old war stories.