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The year is 1971, and the place is Tokyo, Japan.

The war and American occupation of the country have faded in the minds of most of her citizens, but their impact can still be felt. A new Japan has risen from the ashes of the Empire. Tokyo, a bustling metropolis, is now the center of the rapidly-developing juggernaut of Japanese international trade. By night, however, it is a very different city.

The howls of motorcycle engines resonate through the city streets. These violent, thundering tribes of angry youths clash against authority and each other with such passion can't be match by any other class of punk. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Your name is Kawakami Suzaku, leader of one of Tokyo's most notorious biker gangs. They are...

>The Red Devil Tribe
>The Rolling Thunder Tribe
>The Fire Bird Tribe
>The Gold River Tribe
>Other (write-in)
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>>29297886

>Black Emperor
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>>29297886
>The Rolling Thunder Tribe
Go go ameriboos.
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>>29297886
Ultramarines
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>>29297886
Rolling Thunder is go
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Rolled 14

>>29297886
>The Red Devil Tribe
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>>29297886
>The Rolling Thunder Tribe

I have to admit, I like the name.
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>leader
You're seriously doing this and not calling him Banchou?
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>>29297886
I'M HERE TO CHEW BUBBLE AND DOKI DOKI

And i'm all out of ooguuu
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>>29298073
>>29298144
>>29298281
The Rolling Thunder Tribe (五郎雷族) respects you as its leader for a fair number of reasons, but most of them relate to you being a big, scary motherfucker. At 188 cm, you're head and shoulders taller than most of your classmates, and your 82 kg body is big enough that you've had to make some modifications to your bike so that it doesn't buckle under you. On an average day, the look on your face could melt stone, and you're feeling surly enough to break somebody's arm if they piss you off. You're also older than most of your peers, you're still a third-year in secondary school at age nineteen due to being held back a couple of times.

This is just such a day. While in the middle of a peaceful nap in the middle of class, you're quite rudely awakened by somebody slapping the back of your head. You awake with a start, and whip your head around to get a good look at the bastard that did it. You see Miura Gen, your second-in-command, staring down at you casually.

"Oi, Kawakami. Class is over, let's go."

Looking around, you indeed see that class has ended, and the only ones in the room are you and Miura. A few of your lackeys are staring at the two of you from outside the door, apparently ready to run should you lose your cool.

>React coolly
>Get pissed off
>Say nothing
>Go back to sleep
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>>29298684
>Say nothing
yapping is for dogs
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>>29298684
>React coolly

Roll with it for now.
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>>29298684
>React cooly, but over-the-top campy
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>>29298684
>React coolly

"Ugh, Miura, today is the day. Pick some random fucker after class and lets beat his ass. Better choose someone with money"

Random fighting and robbing to start it out is perfect
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If this doesn't turn into a pompadour battle I'll lose it.
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>>29298684
>grab him and carry him out over our shoulder like the tiny fucker that he is
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You get up, brushing off some dust from the ceiling that fell on your perfectly-disheveled school uniform. They had to get one custom made to even fit you, and you repaid the favor by thoroughly ruining it. You slap Miura on the back, and he flinches from the impact, but otherwise doesn't have a reaction. This is why you get along with Miura; because you don't phase him. He's willing to work under you out of acknowledgement that you could snap him over your knee like a branch, but not out of fear.

"Alright, let's roll."

You saunter out of the class with your hands stuffed in your pockets, and the few lackeys that were waiting for you bounce around you, yapping like excited puppies. You and Miura just silently stroll out of the school as they work themselves into fits.

One of them decides to address you, though, "Kawakami-sama! You didn't hear it because you were sleeping, but we're getting a transfer student tomorrow!"

"Oh? Why should I care?"

"Well I heard from Satou's cousin, you know the guy from Kyoto whose bike you threw in a river, and he says he's a really bad mother! Some kind of kendo expert or something!"

>Inquire more
>Scoff
>Boast
>Don't care at all
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>>29299152
>Don't care at all
"He's not going to mess with us. Why should he?"
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>>29299152
this is more like a choose your own adventure then a quest. Give us some power over what to say and shit bromigo
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>>29299251
You have no idea how quests are run on /tg/, do you?
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>>29299152
>Inquire more
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Rolled 34 + 26

>>29299152
>Don't care at all

Yeah, this can wait. Let's find some poor fuck to rob
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You raise an eyebrow, trying to remember the name of the guy you're talking to, but then decide that it's too much effort to bother.

"Unless he's the sword saint of the goddamn Emperor, I don't think he'll pose any kind of threat to us. Hell, we could probably make good use of him. What else do you know about this guy?"

"See that's the thing! At the last school he was at, he broke apart the gang that was running it. Kicked the leader's ass, took the gang for himself, and then went and broke down the whole thing!"

At this you wave your hand for the kid to stop talking. "Look, even if he supposedly managed this, it's not a trick you can pull off twice. And we're a bit smarter than those goons in Kyoto. Anyway, I'm goddamn bored. Miura, you know where we can get some action?"

Miura talks in his usual dull tone without even looking at you, "Well, last I heard the Volcano Tribe was giving us grief over on the west end. Could go give them some payback. There's a new karaoke bar opening up, too. Maybe grab some girls and scope it out. Or we could just cruise downtown like always."

>West End
>Karaoke
>Downtown
>Other
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>>29299840
>West End
Fuck the Volcano Tribe, they've been messing with us for too long.
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>>29299840
Brothel
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>>29299840
>Karaoke
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Rolled 61 + 26

>>29299840

>West End

Time to bust some heads.
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"Volcano Tribe's had it good for a little too long." You point to the few underlings still following you, "You lot, go round up everybody you can find and tell them to meet us at the garage."

As the lackeys excitedly rush off to their task, you and Miura make your way to the garage, where already a few of your cronies are gathered, shooting the shit as they work on their bikes. This place is an abandoned lot that a few of you fixed up a couple of years back as a place to meet up and keep your bikes. The sanctity of this place is of the utmost importance to the Rolling Thunder Tribe.

While you wait for everybody to show up, you fix up your appearance for a good street battle. You swap out your school uniform jacket for you floor-length banchou jacket, and reshape your slick pompadour, which sank a bit during the school day. Affixing your aviator shades, you roll your bike out of the garage and sit on it as your various underlings trickle in. This bike is your pride and joy, a cherry-red Bridgestone DS175 with a reinforced frame and custom open-head exhaust. That's the thing with the Rolling Thunder Tribe; you always hear them coming.

Eventually a good twenty or so bikers are gathered up around you, revving their engines and disturbing the peace in the way you know and love.

>Give a speech
>Hand out orders
>Just get rolling
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>Give a speech

Hm, thread seems kinda dead. Keep running anyway, OP, I'm enjoying this.
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>>29300620
>Give a speech

Get our men ready for battle, the Volcano tribe has insulted us and think we're weak, we are going to show them how wrong they are.
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Maybe a rousing speech is in order, before you all ride out. All you have to do to get their attention is stand up. Sometimes being tall is worth hitting your head on the door frames of older houses.

"So who here knows the Volcano Tribe?" A few indistinct calls answer back. "I know them, and I know they've been pushing into our turf. They think that they can just do whatever they want. They think that they can get away with it. They think we won't do anything. They think we're weak. Well? Are we weak?"

"Hell no!" The tribe answers back.

"That's what I thought. Now come on, let's teach them a lesson."

You jam into your belt your weapon of choice; a length of lead pipe that a buddy of yours whose dad works in a steel mill had fashioned to resemble a bokken. It's damn heavy, and ruined more than a few faces in your hands, as many can tell by the rusty discolorations down the length of it.

You lead the formation, riding out ahead. Miura is directly behind you, and the rest of the gang fans out behind him. Riding together, the tribe sounds like ten thunderstorms. The streets are empty as you ride through them, as anyone with sense has already shut their windows and hid inside from having heard you a block away. Now you have a few ideas as to how to get back at the Volcano Tribe.

>Find and trash their garage
>Make a ruckus to call them out to fight
>Destroy their neighborhood
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>>29301652
>Find and trash their garage
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>>29301652
>>Find and trash their garage
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>>29301819
No. That'd just invite others to trash ours. Be honourable.

>>29301652
>Make a ruckus to call them out to fight
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>>29301875
Actually, I'll switch from
>>29301871
to >>29301875
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>>29301652
>Make a ruckus to call them out to fight
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Let's do this the old-fashioned way. You ride en masse though the west end, your bikes roaring gloriously. Your gang makes as much noise as it possibly can, banging their weapons on the ground, on the walls, hitting trash cans and shattering glass. You spend a good hour riding around and causing trouble before you meet any resistance.

The sun is just about setting when the Volcano Tribe finally rears their ugly heads. A good number of them managed to intercept your rampage, cutting you off at a major street. Everything about them is garbage, from their cheap bikes to their tacky hairdos. Their leader, some stupid jerk with dyed hair, leads the pack. You're pretty sure his name is Ishikawa, but you don't really care that much.

"What exactly do you think you're doing on our turf, you bastards?" He calls out.

You sit up a bit in your seat and crack your knuckles at him. "We were planning on teaching you rude fuckers some manners." You punctuate your sentence by spitting in his direction.

Ishikawa looks angry enough to burst. 'We'll see about that!" He roars before riding toward you, baseball bat brandished and his gang following suit.

You lead you on gang to meet them head on, drawing your metal bokken, ready to cave in some skulls.

>Roll 1d10. Every 6 or higher is a wasted Volcano biker. 10 is two.
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Rolled 1

>>29302653
WE'RE THE ROLLING THUNDER, MOTHERFUCKERS
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Rolled 5

Time to show why we're the boss!
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Rolled 3

>>29302653

Roll better, damn it
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Rolled 9

>>29302653
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>>29303005

oh thank god someone who actually managed to score a knockout

sage due to having already rolled
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>>29299042
>Pompadour

Fucking hell, had to remind me...
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((I'll wait for one or two more, otherwise this is going to be a rather boring update))
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Rolled 7

>>29302653
"Go to hell, you bastards!"
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Rolled 6

>>29302653
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Rolled 9

>>29302653
Go for the head.
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Rolled 8

>>29302653
Bring it bitch, Rolling Thunder Tribe claims all your bases
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((That'll do, writing now))
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The scene becomes chaotic quite quickly, and you do your best to integrate yourself into the chaos. The first Volcano you ride past you take a wide swing at, but he unfortunately saw it coming. He ducks, and the force which which you were swinging your bokken actually flings it from your hand, sending it skittering across the road. You're appalled by this mistake, and sincerely hope that nobody saw that. You try to ride up to another Volcano or two and pound on them bare-handed, but they're more agile than you expected and ride away before you can manage it. This fight is going pretty abysmally for you so far, and your gang will suffer an embarrassing defeat if you don't do something about it. Time for a new tactic.

You ride up behind a Volcano that's already struggling with another Rolling Thunder, and grab him by his jacket. In a single motion you hoist him up off of his bike, relieve him of the metal cane he was carrying, and then dump him head-first back into the street. There, now you're armed again, and ready to deal some damage.

>Cont
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Better to gain some momentum before you jump back in the fray. You ride out a ways down the street and then swing your bike around to ride full-speed into the rumble. You crack a volcano over the head with the can you pilfered on your way past him, and he crumples like a pile of leaves. Another guy that you ride past ducks under your swing, but you learned last time, and swing back to knock him over his handlebars. You spot Ishikawa giving a few of your own boys some trouble, so you ride over to deal with him personally. You pass the cane into your left hand, and with your right, you clothesline him as you ride past. He chokes and blood spurts from his mouth as your meaty arm connects with his throat, but you shake him off of you and he skips along the street like a kicked can.

The Volcanoes are starting to realize that they're going to lose, so they begin to make a run for it. They few of them left gather up their bruised and beaten comrades and begin to ride off. As one tries to escape past you, you jam the cane into the front spokes of his bike, sending him hurtling off it. As the losers ride off with their tails between their legs, your gang roars their bike engines at them, sending them away with your signature thunderous noise. You find your bokken and stick it back in your belt before rejoining your gang as they group back up for further orders.

The day is yours, but what do you do now?

>Check casualties
>Victory speech
>Hit the town
>Ride home
>Other
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>>29303789
>>Check casualties
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>>29303789
Check casualties. Call ambulance for the fallen Volcanoes. Just because you're aggressive about expanding your territory doesn't mean you can't be magnanimous. After all, a man's got to have some sense of chivalry.
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>>29303789
>check casualties
>victory speech
>ride home
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>>29303789
Victory speech, then go cruising for chicks.

Also, do we still have that cane thing? Lets break it in half and put it around our neck as a trophy.
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>>29304147
If that thing that punk was armed with was a length of chain, lets wrap it around our arm. It'll help with blocking blunt weapons
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You put the kickstand down on your bike and take a look around the street to see what the damage was to your own side. Though a few still-running bikes are left lying in the street, any trace of the Volcano Tribe is gone, since they took all of their people with them as they retreated. As far as you can tell, no Rolling Thunders got seriously hurt. A couple of bruises and bloody noses here and there, and Fukuda got knocked off of his bike, but he has a thick skull, so he can take it.

Time to congratulate the boys, "You know what we just did? We rolled into their turf, beat the hell out of them, and sent them home crying. Like the fury of a divine storm, boys! Rolling Thunder Tribe! Gorogorogoro!"

They call back, "Gorogorogoro!"

Checking back to that weapon you snatched, you realize that it was a literal cane. As in, something an elderly person would use to help themselves walk. But you get a pretty good idea about what to do with one of the bikes left behind. With a bit of smashing with your bokken and brute strength, you rip the chain out of the motorcycle and stash it in your jacket pocket. You can do something with that later, you're sure.

You and your gang ride back into your own side of town before the police stick their nose into the affair. The sun has well since set, but the night is young.

>What do you do?
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>>29304490
>Grab some girls and KARAOKE
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Rolled 96

>>29304490
Karaoke and Sapporo.

Are we or are we not proper delinquents?
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>>29304490
Banchou, lets head downtown and go cruising for girls! If any bite, we'll take them singing tonight!
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>>29304490
Gambling and booze.
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>>29304490
Hey, QM, do we know any girl gangers in our school? I feel the need to hit on a Yankee, without the need for a club.
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You do believe that some celebrations are in order. You and your crew wave off the few guys that would rather go home to lick their wounds, and then you ride downtown to pick up some girls. A few of the fresher-faced young lads in your posse manage to round a couple of girls off of the street, but the majority you encounter find your bikes to be too loud and your appearances too scary to want to ride along with you.

However, as luck should have it, you run into a group of girls just as surly as yourself. While the Rolling Thunder Tribe no less than rules Yamaguchi High School, they don't really rule it alone. The school's girls are under the thumb of the Black Cat gang, led by their sukeban, Hayashi Aeka, who you just happened to spot roaming the streets. You pull up alongside her small crew and turn off your bike's engine to talk to her.

"Oi, Hayashi. You busy?"

She eyes you coolly. "Well, if it isn't the Great Mount Kawakami."

"That nickname is a little too long. Anyway, we just kicked some Volano Tribe ass. Feel like coming with us to celebrate?"

Hayashi continues to glare at you. "I hope you're not planning what I think you're planning. You know that you gotta pay if you want any of this." She runs her hands down her bust and hips for emphasis. "Paying in booze doesn't count."

"What do I look like, a desperate businessman? Just come with us for some drinks already."

>Cont
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Hayashi turns to chat with her girls for a short while, and then turns back to you, her glare barely softened. A lot of guys, even those in your gang, think she's scary, what with her bleached hair and rough attitude, but you know how to deal with her, and that's by ignoring her efforts to get under your skin.

She climbs onto the back of your bike, and the girls with her do likewise with the rest of the guys. She wraps her arms around your chest, and makes sure to push her breasts into your back as noticeably as possible. You roll your eyes (not that she can see it), start your bike back up and ride off.

You follow Miura to that new Karaoke place that he had heard about. You all saunter it, boots and heels clacking loudly against the floor, and the tiny guy behind the counter looks about ready to piss himself. You rent a room and tell him to get the food and beer moving because you're going to be needing a lot of it.

As everyone settles in and the festivities start, Hayashi settles herself in you lap, already downing half a glass of Sapporo. A pretty bold move, though perhaps a practical one, since your ass takes up nearly half of the couch. The first song of the night gets rolling, and one of the girls hands you a glass of malt beer. You worldlessly thank her by rubbing her head, and then return your attention to whatever idiot got up to sing first. He must have been goaded into it by a Black Cat. Karaoke is nice, but singing isn't quite your style.

>What do you do?
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>>29305756
Arm around Hayashi's waist, down the beer. "So how about we go out, eh? Think about it: the two bosses of Yamaguchi, the Thunder and the Lightning keeping everyone in line."

Lightning being a reference to her hair.
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>>29305756
Don't go up on stage and sing. Laugh a bit at the guy singing, chat with Hayashi, talk shop about running a gang, flirt with her a bit.
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>>29305841
While the nicknames might work, going out not so much.
I want a badass Red-haired sukeban myself
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>>29306222
Mainly it was meant as trying to get under her skin as a counterattack for earlier.

Kawakami Suzaku is too much man for any one woman, Sukeban or no.
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>>29305756
These two, then go for a serious discussion about what gangs are moving in on our territory, rumors about drug dealers setting shop around the school (we may be Yankees, but we watch our brothers), and how recruitment is going for both of our gangs.
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>>29306316
Forgot which two posts to do first.
>>29306102
>>29305841
These two.
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>>29306271
Woman like her will either go for it to try and control us or be used as a hostage later on
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>>29306460
>Trying to control the Great Mount Kawakumi of the Rolling Thunder Tribe

LaughingAnimeGirl.jpg
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Feel up Hayashi, let the other goofs do the singing.
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>>29306525
You don't become a banchou without having some sort of ambition jus sayin
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>>29306680
Hey, I completely understand, but you think the Great Mount Kawakumi got time for that? Ain't nobody got time for that.
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You snake a girthy arm around Hayashi's waist, and she responds by leaning into you more. You both sit quietly for a little while, sipping your drinks and watching as the lightweights in the group get up to sing, slightly drunk.

You break the silence, eventually, "Here's a funny idea. What if we started going out?"

Hayashi gives you a look like you're an idiot, but willing to humor you because she isn't totally sober. "Oh, and do what? Rule Yamaguchi as a couple?"

"Heh. Maybe something like that."

She scoffs. "Keep dreaming. I know you want to bang me without paying, but I'm not nearly drunk enough to fall for it."

"Worth a shot." You really have no intention of trying to go out with Hayashi, you just felt like teasing her a bit. Girls like her are far more trouble than they're worth.

You both fall silent again, and in the pause you light up a cigarette and pass the pack around. You take a drag and pass it to Hayashi, and then pick up the conversation again.

"So how are things going with you? Been having territory problems anything like what we've been having?"

Hayashi shakes her head. "Not really, no. The girls at the other schools know their place, and downtown is busy enough that we can share the businessman crowd."

"Good for you." You take another drag. "Speaking of downtown, anybody weird been moving in lately?"

"Weird?"

"Yeah, like, suspicious. Unsavory types. Bringing down the property values."

>Cont
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Hayashi chuckles at your little joke, but tilts her head to think about it.

"I've only heard little bits. Been a lot of foreigners about lately. One keeps getting mentioned to me, this blonde woman. Incredible tits, so I hear. And she's as tall as you."

"Tall as me?" You quirk an eyebrow. "I'd pay to see that."

"Right? But beyond that, I haven't heard too much. Maybe that transfer student supposedly coming into your class?"

"You hear about it from Satou's cousin?"

"No, just Satou" She grabs a handful of snacks and pops a few in her mouth. "Hear he's got a real bad attitude. People are getting nervous. You'd better shut him down quick when he shows up. Just so he knows the pecking order."

You wave her off. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'll bust on him a little. No point in shitting on him just because he's new, I'll at least see what he's like, first."

"Do that."

The party is essentially in full swing at this point. Everyone is laughing and joking, and even Miura looks like he's having a good time. You're feeling slightly tipsy, yourself, and refill your glass.

>What do you do?
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>>29307083
Any of the women here look like they wouldn't mind a quicky in a karaoke bar bathroom?
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>>29307083
Don't get too drunk, keep enough of our wits about us to fight properly.

Scan the room, make sure nobody is looking for a fight, you have to keep an eye on things.

Flirt with the women around us, don't bother removing Hayashi from our lap while doing so.
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>>29307083
Finish the drink, feel up Hayashi a lil more, then head home
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>>29307083
Get up and sing. Preferably something manly and testosterone fueled. I don't know what it might be, but it had better be badass.

Also, anyone know any good manly manga series that we could read in this time period? Banchou needs to read something like Golgo 13 or something.
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>>29307083
We might not sing, but what about dancing? Dance!
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>>29307083
I keep thinking Kanzaki Urumi
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>>29307521
Banchou doesn't dance. He is, however, very skilled at sewing, as his awesome coat would confess.
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>>29307411
Well, Lone Wolf and Cub just started getting published, Golgo is out and has been for about 2 years, Ashita no Joe is a good boxing manga, came out late 60s.

I can't think of anything else off the top of my head, a lot of manga started in the 70s that we haven't gotten to yet.
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>>29307787
Aww yeah, give the banchou a bunch of Golgo 13s any time. Now there's a manly man. Cool as shit.
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>>29307787
Anything Yakuza or Delinquent related? That might fit us thematically.

Of course, for a bit of a subversion... any shoujo romance's in this timeline you can think of? We could lie about it and say we're buying it for our little sister, but...
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>>29307929
Tangentially, what's the banchou have for a family. Besides his bros on the Rolling Thunder, of course.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:1960s_manga
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:1970s_manga
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>>29307929
See, Rose of Versai and Mazinger Z haven't launched yet, so those are the huge "everyone read those' manga (both launch in 1972), however, Kamen Rider is BRAND FUCKING NEW, and we also ride motorcycles. SKull Man came out last year
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(( Having some internet issues, sorry for the delay))
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>>29308228
Take your time. I love this kind of shit.
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>>29307929
I'd say Golgo 13, Cyborg 009, Kage Gari (for some required samurai badassitude), and Tiger Mask.
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>>29300620
>Bridgestone DS175
Jesus Suzaku, you have my utmost sympathies..
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>>29308319
We also like Marvelous Melmo and Atenshon Purīzu (because banchou has a thing for girls in uniforms)
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You down your drink, and now that you feel yourself swaying just a bit, you decide that you've had enough for the night. If Hayashi wasn't wearing an ankle-length skirt, you may have tried to toy with the edge of it, but since due to the aforementioned circumstance, you sneak your hand into the skirt of the girl sitting next to you, who then presses herself into your side.

You scan the room a bit, just to make sure nothing too wild is going on. As far as you can tell, the girls and guys are getting along well. A couple of the boys are starting to get a bit rowdy and maybe adventurous with the girls, but you're sure they've handled worse that them, so you don't worry for them. The karaoke is still going strong, with two of your idiots up there singing a slurred duet. Maybe you'd join them if you were about two beers more drunk.

You swing out of the room to take a leak, and by the time you get back, Hayashi is stood up on the tiny stage, beckoning for you to join her in singing something. It looks like she set up some Beatles song that's been translated and covered by some trash Japanese band.

>Join her for karaoke?
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>>29308581
Sure, what the hell. Even if it's just a show of respect to a fellow boss.
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>>29308581
Yeah, but pick something a bit more daring than the Beatles
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>>29308581
Oh what the hell? Yeah. Okay. Whatever.

Time to embarrass ourselves.
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Rolled 41

>>29308581
Rolling for singing.
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>>29308581
Beatles was that gaijin band with the dead dude right? Ah what the hell, gulp down some more bottled courage and go sing one with her.
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>>29308581
Sure, why not. Down a drink, and join her, she takes the high notes, we take the low notes. Make up for our lack of skill with enthusiasm.
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>>29308694
They're still alive and kicking, bro! Have you been drinking too much? I'll just finish that for you, lightweight!

>guzzles down your beer
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>>29308827
Oh right, it wasn't a year ago, it is nine years from now! Wait, what I'm talking about, maybe I've had one too many.
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To hell with it. No point in being a stiff about it, might as well join her.

You grab the second microphone and indulge Hayashi's request. As you expected, she took the higher notes, while you sang the low notes. The result wasn't so bad, though your singing voice isn't something you're especially proud of. All the while, every eye in the room was glued on the two of you. The girls presumably out of admiration or whatever it was that made them worship Hayashi. The guys were all laughing their asses off. You'll have to smack them around a bit sometime later to as compensation for this kind of reaction.

The party is winding down, as half of the present company believes that nothing more exciting can happen that what just did. The more sober of the guys offer rides home to those that need them, you included. You spend about an hour taking everyone back to their homes, Hayashi in particular, who gives you a kiss on the cheek as you drop her at the entrance to her apartment building. You eventually make it home and chain your bike up in the back of your own building. You'll take it back to the garage tomorrow when you're less tipsy.

>Cont
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It's past midnight by the time you unlock the door and stumble into your apartment. It's a very small, two-room affair with a kitchenette and one bathroom. Nothing fancy. You flick the lights on and find your mother asleep at the kotatsu. You feel a tinge of guilt at the sight of her heavily-sleeping form. Her job keeps her very busy, and yet it seems she still waited up for you to come home. You can only imagine how often she does this, and you don't come home at all.

Setting your boots down by the door, you quietly walk into the living room and roll out her futon. You gently tuck your mother in, and then set about cleaning up the dishes from the dinner that she cooked for the both of you. Your plate is still sat on the counter, stone cold. You suppose you'll pack it for a lunch tomorrow. Once all of that is taken care of, you wash up and retire to your own room. It's rather messy, with motorcycle parts, magazines, and various bit of cloth and sewing materials scattered across. You sigh heavily. It's been a long day. It always is.

>Continue in this thread
>Call it a night
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>>29309304
Read motorcycle magazines until we fall asleep.
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>>29309304
>Continue in this thread

Read some motorcycle magazines, drift off to sleep dreaming of revs.
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>>29309304
And this iswhy modern gangs areno longer respected. The Gret Mount shows his moter respect, and thus deseves it.

Onanother note, we have a motorcycle chain to do something with.
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>>29309304
Read some Marvelous Melmo to get you to sleep. As we drift off into restful slumber, think back on Dad and our siblings (if we have any).

I wouldn't mind continuing, though.
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>>29309304
>Call it a night
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>>29309454
How about we wear it as a necklace? That'd be pretty badass.
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>>29309532
I completely support this idea. This would at lest double our ranks in Look Badass, and we can brag about how we got itto frighten small fries.
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>>29309670
If the next gang has a guy that fights with a length of chain and a lock like a flail, then we can make it into a pendant!
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>>29309670
Oh yeah, let's fashion a necklace out of it at the garage. That item's gotta have some phat stat boosts.
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>>29309784
>>29309781
>>29309670
Come to think of it, do we still have that cane we stole from those Volcano Punks?
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>>29309921
I think so. Any ideas while we wait for Dead?
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>>29309966
Well if we were a dapper gent we could use it as-is, but we're a banchou...
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>>29309966
Make a pendant out of our bike chain, the top of a walking stick, and lots of copper wire.
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>>29310096
Were Bosozuku, not crackheads. Shit would just look goofy.

What if we just wrapped the chain loosely around one of our biceps?
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>>29310183
Could work, an is also badass, but with it loose like tha we can still use it as a backup weapon, or to tie our pipe to our fist if needed.
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>>29310183
No, that's for a length of boat chain. A bike chain would be too thin for blocking attacks.
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You browse through the closest magazine to you as you lay on your ripped futon. Before long, you find yourself drifting off into a deep, soporific sleep.

Morning stars early in the Kawakami household, and today is no exception. You awaken to your mother shaking you awake, yelling at you all the while.

"Suzu-chan, wake up, you bum! You smell like beer and I know you don't have the money to buy any because you don't have a job! There's blood on your undershirt and if that's a hickey on your neck I'm going to ring it, now get up!"

"Fuckin' hell, woman, I'm up." You groan, pulling yourself out of bed.

"Don't you use that tone with me! I think I deserve an explanation as to what's going on with you keeping you out so late."

"Ugh. You'll get one. Later. I have to go to school." You mostly don't want to talk to her because your head rather hurts from the beer last night.

"I had better!" She says as she storms out of your room.

You change into a clean-ish uniform, wash your face, do your hair up, and grab the lunch you packed the night before.

As you lace up your boots in the entryway, you call back, "I'm leaving!"

"Bye!" Your mother calls back.

The sunlight outside is rather irritating, but you put your shades on to deal with it. Now then, how do you start your day.

>Go right to school
>Drop off your bike
>Hit up one of your friends
>Other
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>>29310028
Lets give it to the bro who took down the most Volcano punks as a prize.
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>>29310421
Drop off your bike and have one of your underlings polish it after last night's battle.
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>>29310421
>Drop off your bike

A man always takes care of his ride.
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>>29310524
>>29310511
This. We can make our bike chain necklace at the garage while we're there.
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You decide to swing by the garage to drop your bike off before heading to school. It's a short ride, since the garage, school and your house are all within walking distance of each other. Already at the garage that morning are a couple of underclassmen working on their bikes. It's possible that they slept there, as some of your underlings with less stable homes are wont to do.

You turn off your bike and wheel it in, addressing the two lackeys there as you do so, "Give her a wax, will you?"

They seem initially shocked, but then gather their composure enough to say, "Y-yeah, sure thing, aniki!"

"Don't call me aniki." You correct them.

As you leave them to be confused about whatever you meant by that, you retrieve the chain that you pilfered from the brawl yesterday. You get a pretty clever idea for what to do with it.

With a little finagling, you connect either end of the chain with each side of your shirt's collar, letting you wear the jacket of you uniform like a cape, in a suitable banchou-like manner. Not bad, if you don't say so yourself.

You begin the walk to school, and spot Miura on the way there. You call him over, and he joins you in your walk. Maybe you could hit him up for the news of the day; he usually has his finger on the pulse of the area.

>What do you do?
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>>29311153
((Whoopsie, my trip keeps turning off. Goddamn 4chanX))
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>>29311153
Pump our contact for information, get the status of our injured men, and find out what happened after you split from the bar last night.
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>>29311153
Chat with him, listen up to any rumors he's heard, ask if anything happened last night that we should be aware of. Give him a proper brofist.
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>>29311153
Fuck, I got the wrong honorific.

Check in about the state of the troops. Fukuda got knocked on his sorry ass yesterday, he'd goddamn better show up today. Also, I want the boys on the lookout for a blonde gaijin woman with rather noticeable endowments. I got an odd feeling about her...
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>>29311292
This. Also, bitchen chain. Also, enquire about blond chick and kendo dude.
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"Anything new, Miura?"

"Not that I can think of." He's clearly suffering from a far worse hangover than you are.

"Hear anything from our boys about the scrap yesterday? Fukuda doing okay?"

"We're all pretty pleased with ourselves, I know that much. Fukuda is Fukuda." Meaning, he's as healthy and stupid as ever. "We can probably expect a reprisal from the Volcano Tribe pretty soon, so we'll need to keep people in our turf so they don't catch loners and beat the hell out of them before we can help them."

"Good thinking. Anyway, keep a lookout for weirdos in general. Foreigners especially."

"Something up?"

"Nah, just got a feeling."

Miura nods sagely. He's all too familiar with your "feelings" and the trouble that usually follows them.

You spot Hayashi and a few of her girls by the school gate and nod to her when you catch her eye. She flips you off. Nothing new with Hayashi, it seems. You continue to bullshit with your boys as they saunter in; most of them seem to still be pretty pumped about beating the Volcanoes, and even the few that took beatings are in high spirits. The homeroom bell rings, and you're surprisingly punctual this time, in actually attending homeroom. You saunter across the room and into your seat by the window, kicking your feet up on the desk. It looks like the kendo-specialist transfer student is just now arriving as well, and he stands in front of the class to introduce himself.

>Stare him down
>Keep it casual
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>>29311988
>Keep it casual
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>>29311988
Keep it cool for now. Be like a mountain. Slow to anger, but terrifying when roused. Let him make the first move, then act accordingly.
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>>29311988
>Keep it casual
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>>29311988
Listen, but keep it cool. Size him up out of the corner of your eye.
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You play it cool while the kid introduces himself. You keep your expression relaxed, and make it seem as though you're far more interested in what's going on outside the window rather than him, but you still pay close attention to what he's saying. The kid himself is nothing impressive. Not very tall, short haircut, average build from what you can tell. Certainly doesn't seem like as much of a threat as he's been hyped up to be.

"My name is Matsuzaki Ryotaro," What the hell kind of samurai name is that? "I recently moved to Tokyo from Kyoto, as my father changed jobs." His voice is rather low and monotone. He sounds almost inhuman. "My hobbies include kendo, painting, and go. I hope we get along well in the coming year."

The teacher gives him a seat and he takes it, and there is no further fuss. However, you learned surprisingly much from what little he said. He speaks in much the same way as Miura, meaning he's probably calculating like Miura. A sharp mind can many times be more dangerous than a sharp body, so you should keep an eye on this guy. You glance over to him, only to find that he was already looking at you. He makes eye contact and stares at you for a brief moment before turning away. What a creep.

Class is starting, though, and you have a couple of ideas of how to spend that time.

>Sleep
>Try to pay attention (and likely fail)
>Try to escape
>Pass notes with Miura
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>>29312374
Sleep. We can talk to Miura at lunch, and none of this stuff matters anyway. We're probably going to get mediocre grades and get into a technical college for engine repair once mom finally kicks us out of the apartment.
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>>29312374
>Try to pay attention
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>>29312374
>Sleep

A nice nap would be good for us.
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Naptime.

You are awoken how you usually are; by Miura, who is the only one ballsy enough to actually do the job. He did it a bit more nicely, this time: by shaking your shoulder in an almost motherly manner.

"Lunchtime?"

"Yep."

"Great, I worked up a real appetite in my dream."

As you start to leave, your teacher, Shinohara-sensei, addresses you, "Kawakami-kun, if I could speak with you for just a moment?"

You groan and wave Miura to go one without you before turning to your teacher, "Yeah?"

"I'd much prefer if you responded to me with, 'Yes, Sensei.'" He says, looking over his glasses at you. The man is barely six years older than you are, there's no way in hell you're going to give him that kind of respect just because he's a prick. You stare at him to make it clear that you're not going to address him as sensei, and he continues, "While I'm sure that your sleep is very important to you, it's my responsibility to remind you of the importance of your education." You sigh. Here we go again. "To put it bluntly, you're failing. And considering that you'll be twenty next year, this is your last chance. If you don't pull yourself together and pass this year, you won't graduate." He sighs, this time. "It's September. Pull yourself together by winter break, and you may have a shot of passing in spring. Sound reasonable?" You grunt in response. "Fine, whatever, dismissed."

How do you feel about what Shinohara said?
>Dismissive
>Worried
>Confident
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>>29313071
>Worried
Don't want to let Mama Kawakami down.
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>>29313071
Sort of worried, but you can always just get an apprenticeship or become a ronin.
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>>29313071
>Dismissive

We aren't going to suddenly become booksmart, we're good with our hands and strong to boot, we'll be fine if we find a solid technical trade.

Welding, machinist, mechanic, something along those lines. Make a mental note to look up trade schools in the area.
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>>29313071
While we don't show it, mom isn't getting any richer, and tuition isn't going down any. We will have to leave school sometime, we just don't want to drive mom to selling herself to do it...
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>>29313184
Might be time to sell the bike and start a new build.
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>>29313071
Well, now I feel like passing high school, just so I can rub it in that bastards face. We've got until winter to show him. That's enough time to turn around.
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>>29313257
Get something a bit meatier. Maybe one of those nice new Honda 750's, or a Yamaha XS. Or maybe just a bigger 2-smoke
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>>29313257
NEVER THE BIKE.

The bike's a last resort. We'll sell it if all looks lost...
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>>29313071
We should try to at least graduate for the sake of our mother. Not that we are worried or anything.

>>29313346
Gotta be 2 smoke to get that Rolling Thunder effect going
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As you leave to join Miura at your usual meeting place on the roof, what Shinohara said weighs surprisingly heavy on your mind. This has actually been the first time that you've seriously thought about graduation, and all it entails. Middle school and high school were a blur for you, thanks to your various delinquent activities, and you've skated by, doing just the bare minimum. But that's apparently not enough anymore, and it certainly won't be once you leave school.

Leaving school is an equally scary thought. Your whole life, your gang, your reputation, your status at Yamaguchi, will mean exactly squat after graduation day. You'll just be another schlub out there trying to make a living. You can't leech off of your mother forever; she doesn't need two deadbeat men ruining her life. It feels like everything is coming to a close for you, and it's a little bit terrifying. If you could make time stand still, you certainly would.

Maybe you could do as Shinohara says and start hitting the books. That, or start getting seriously good at fixing bikes. Technical school is a thing, and it wouldn't be a bad living. Still, you think you'd like to have the satisfaction of graduating high school.

When you make it to the rooftop, head still clouded with concerns, you find Miura waiting for you with a strange expression.

"What's up?"

"The new kid, Matsuzaki? He wants to talk to you."

Sure enough, there he stood, that sharp, calculating gleam in his eye, staring you down.

>Cont
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>>29313375
Hey, she's a nice bike, but you don't get sentimental about that kind of thing. After all, it's just a machine. A beautiful... powerful... machine...

Oh, who the fuck am I kidding! We can't sell her! Now, what we could do is buy a frame and build another one to sell. Maybe take a part-time job, save up the money. Hell, maybe open our own garage. This is the 1970's, damn it! We don't have to be a wage slave just because that's the way our parents wanted it! They got their asses kicked by a bunch of round-eye gaijin scum, after all, what do they know!?
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>>29313446
>Be delinquent
>Realize the error of your ways
>Resolve to turn your life around and earn an honest living
>Protagonist kicks the shit out of you

shit
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>>29313395
Ahh, the wonderful sound of athsmatic bumblebees. A pity this is '71. Three years later, and we could have had an RD350.
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>>29313446
This is getting a good GTO vibe. I approve.

Not sure what a cultunic is capcha, but it sounds possibly badass.
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"Seriously? Alright, let's see what his beef is."

You stroll over to him, keeping a mostly relaxed, but firm posture. "You need to talk to me about something I hear?"

Despite your towering stature, he stares up at you, unflinching. "Yes. You are Kawakami Suzaku, are you not?"

You nod. "I am."

"Leader of the Rolling Thunder Tribe biker gang?"

"I'd rather not talk about gang affiliations in school, if it's all the same to you."

"Fair enough. I have a proposition for you. I would like to challenge you to a duel."

"A duel?" You scoff, giving "can you believe this guy" looks to all of your buddies around you.

"Yes. You can choose the time and location, if you agree to my terms. They won't be absolute, I will agree to reasonable compromises."

Scratching your head, you say, "Well, I guess that sounds fair. Is there a wager?"

"No wager. Purely for sport. An exhibition, if you will."

Man this kid knows some big words. Seems kind of smug about it, too. The lack of a wager makes you wonder about his motives.

>Hear him out
>Dismiss him
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>>29313616
>Hear him out
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>>29313616
"Look, kid, if you're trying to make a name for yourself, you're pissing in the wind here. Either make it interesting, or go back to class."
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>>29313616
You are The Great Mount. Hear him out, but remember you can say no. Mak sure he is not trying to take the gang like at the last school.
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>>29313616
Listen, while fighting for the sake of fighting has its places, this seems to be more of a challenge a dojo yaburi would issue. Mind if you tell me why you're doing this honestly? I know that you've done this gig before and dismantled the previous gang at your last school, so tell me what you actually want out of this.
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>>29313616
I like this one >>29313808
We're not that great of a student, but that doesn't mean we're not clever.
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>>29313808
Third
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>>29313855
I also agree with this one.
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"Tch, alright. What are these 'terms' of yours, huh?"

"It would be a Kendo match-"

"Okay, I'm going to stop you right there. From what I hear, you're some kind of kendo prodigy. Seems like an unfair contest."

"I had anticipated this. In that case, perhaps something simpler? A contest of skill and precision. Three hits to win."

"Still seems a bit tilted in your favor. Though if I get one hit in, I doubt you could take two more."

"That is another condition. I would prefer if we fought using only shinai, to avoid injury. I can supply them both if need be. And I can also offer a handicap; perhaps one hit for your victory, three to mine?"

You rub your chin. This is all very unusual. This kid asking you to an obviously imbalanced contest, even with his smug handicap. Is this part of some ploy to take apart the your gang? If it is, wouldn't he have established a wager?

"Mind if I ask what you're getting out of all of this?"

"If I said that I wished to test the strength of the most powerful man at Yamaguchi, would you believe me?"

"Not quite."

"So be it. If you are still intent on accepting my challenge, and have conditions of your own, I would offer them at this time."

>What do you say?
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>>29313921
Challenge him to something to do with riding. You know what they say, don't play a game you can't win.
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>>29313921
Make it on bikes, and we're game.
If he's going to stack the deck with bamboo, we're going to stack it with gasoline and pre-mix.
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>>29313921
Bike Joust at 30 mph. Or something similar. I don't doubt our physical strength, but sometimes these smaller ons are stupid strong.
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>>29314066
I'm assuming we're working under a mix of manga and movie physics here, but getting a piece of wood to the chest at 60mph is gonna wreck somebody real good.
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>>29313921
Full contact motorcycle touge
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>>29314214
That would be gangsta
>>
"Yeah, I have a condition or two. Rather than three to three, or three to one, let's make the hits one to one. And we'll each be on bikes. Make it a, what do you call it, a joust. Sound fine to you?"

Matsuzaki opens his mouth to speak, but stops himself, and thinks for a moment as a revelation becomes clear in his expression.

"Very well. I can operate a motorbike should you provide one for me. I should assume that this would be a low-velocity joust?"

"Sure. I'm only out to kill you as much as you're out to kill me."

He smirks. "You're making assumptions about my intent to kill you."

"As are you."

He says nothing at this, but his smile vanishes. "Very well, I accept these conditions. Name your time and place."

>You heard the man
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>>29314115
They used to do it with steel amd iron at 20 to 40ish bac in the medieval era.
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>>29314306
We don't have a shield or armor, though.
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>>29314333
Trash can lids, if we are badass enough to ride with no handlebars.

Also, set it up for two days from now, in case Volbitches stike back soon.
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>>29314296
Sunday. I prefer to use a pipe, so the time until then will be spent practicing with a shinai. I assume that you would practice as well during that time?
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>>29314296
Don't really need a lot of space and we don't want to act like this is a big deal to play into whatever his scheme is.

Some relatively empty sidestreet near our garage tomorrow or the next day should be fine.
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>>29314296
He'll supply the shinnai, we supply the bikes.

Assume he's going to cheat; we'll get our own shinnai.
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"Sunday at sunset. Chestnut Street. You know where that is?"

"I'll find it. This sounds fine to me."

That was an easy negotiation. Two day's time should give you a good bit of time to practice for this if you feel so inclined. Not like this is a big deal or anything. The street is a fairly wide one not far from the garage, so it'll be easy to ride on and easy for the boys to find.

"Then we're agreed on the conditions?"

"We are indeed." Matsuzaki offers his hand to be shaken.

You shake his hand in full view of the small crowd that gathered on the rooftop during your discussion. No backing out of it now. Whatever this strange transfer student is up to with his strange scheme, you have to work within the parameters you've established. Of course, there's nothing stopping you from cheating, but even a delinquent has his honor.

End Part 1, Roll Credits

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M

Follow the Twitter for more updates! Might run again tomorrow, I'll see how I'm feeling! Let me know what you thought, and what you want to see more of! Oyasumi!
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>>29314793
>Quest has a fucking end theme

You are my new favorite person.
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>>29314793
>that ED
Great. Now I can't think of this as anything other than Jojo no Kimyou na Biking.
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>>29315081
I can fucking imagine this. Establishing shot of a chromed-out bike from various angles, then the Kawakami riding down the freeway as the sun slowly sets, maybe some transparencies of various activities that happened in the episode, or members of his gang posing and smiling. 80's cheese at its best.
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The reason I suggested it was because nowif we lose, it will ne in an extremely bad ass way.

As in we can say "Yeah I lost. Now you do it, or are you too much of a pussy to bike joust, mother fucker? Bitch, joust and win before you say shit."

Hopefully preserving ourimage in general as an uttr badass deserving of the nickname The Great Mount.
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>>29315081
You'll be surprised how right you are. I'd glean some previous posts for foreshadowing if I were you.

>>29315220
Just to mention it, "Great Mount Kawakami" is just a stupid nickname Hayashi occasionally uses when she feels like mocking his pomposity.
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>>29315364
Fuck that, we own that shit. It's ours.

Bitches be wanting to climb our north slope, if you know what I mean.

I mean sex.
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>>29315396
This, all this.
Not like we will find a better one, and lors know someone will pick it up and it will spread like wildfire. Better own it now.
>>
Also can someone maybe archive this? I can't figure out how to request it.
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Archival complete.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/29297886/
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>>29316123
And yeah, I realize I misspelled Bosozoku.
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>Bosozoku Quest
>Chilling out with a Sukeban
>Hints of Jojo
Why hasn't this done earlier?

The end of the quest involves us throwing our jacket under a car so that it can get free, saving the life of a kid sick with fever in the process.
>>
pretty sweet quest. will look out for


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