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Your name is Kurt Vander, and you are a Fist Wizard.

It isn't the official name given to mages such as yourself; the official designation for a practitioner of such a peculiar magic style differs from region to region. Kinetomancer, Warrior Monk, Ki/Chi User. Fist Wizard is the title you so think fits your personal style of magic best. But regardless of the name, every mage who wields magic with their bare fists share one thing in common.

You all fight with your fists.

And your fists are sometimes magical.

With your particular skillset, you have enrolled into the Imperial College for Magic and Higher Learning in the hopes of expanding your craft and become a better practitioner of Fist Wizardry. Thus begins your story.
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>>2609914
seems cool
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>>2609925
It's first thread of this was awesome.

>>2609914
Glad to have you back Fist!
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Your dreams are a mismash of memories and phantom sensations that result from your mind's attempts at cataloging everything you've experienced. A myriad of colors, sounds, smells, tastes, and emotions come together in a grand mess that fuels your dreams with enthusiastic optimism and hope for even better experiences tomorrow.

Which explains how you wake up with your face on the floor and your body tangled up in your bedsheets. You must have been particularly active in your sleep last night to have wound up in this position.

With a quiet groan, you sit up and banish the crick in your neck with a quick application of magic through the sore muscles.

You glance around, noting the room you are in and the lightly snoring lump occupying the other bed across from you. A glance out the window nets you a view of the pre-dawn skies and an owl perched atop a branch outside. The avian looks at you and tilts its head, but otherwise does nothing.

You have a few hours before your classes for the day begin. What'll you do in the meantime?

>Exercise!
>Study!
>Go back to sleep!
>Something else! (what?)
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>>2609944
>>Exercise!
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I was originally going to make this thread two hours earlier, but my internet connection was being a bitch. sorry for the delay everybody.
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>>2609944
>Something else! Eat!
>Exercise!
You need to fuel your physical growth.

>>2609943
Is it archived?
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>>2609944
>Exercise!

>>2609949
it's fine. But it seems you are suffering the same curse that Sleepy was having the other day. Hopefully it won't last long.
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>>2609954
Here have a read.
>>2583887
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>>2609949
I thought you said you were going to start it back up tomorrow?

>>2609944
EXERCISE LOTS OF EXERCISE
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>>2609960
...It's June 1st where I am tho. Is it still the 31st where you are?
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>>2609959
Thank you anon
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>>2609967
yeah, 9:30pm. Damn excited though. It's like an early christmas present man
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>>2609944
>>Exercise!
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>>2609960
also make sure not to wake up Philia
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>>2609967
It's the 31st in the americas still, yeah.
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>>2609967
Yep. Not even 8 yet here.
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Well, the answer to that is obvious isn't it? What Fist Wizard would you be if your didn't take care of your body?

It's time to exercise!

Barely managing to restrain the excited murmur from leaving your lips, you pad over to our drawer and get changed into your workout clothes as quietly as you could without waking up your roommate. A simple tight black top with loose pants worked for your needs back when you were training under your teacher, they'll work for you now.

You secure a water bottle and a piece of fruit onto your person with a small pack, and leave behind a note on your desk to inform Philia of where you'll be.

You eat a slice of bread with jam spread over the top for energy as you exit the room, emerging into the light of a new day and the sun rising on the distant horizon. You take a deep breath of the fresh morning air and grin excitedly.

You'll have to find a good spot to exercise first, preferably an open area without anything obstructing your range of motion. No sense exercising in a confined space when you have the means to look for an alternative.

Plus, it's free exercise!

You hop onto the guardrails and jump forward, flying through the air and landing on the roof of an adjacent building.

You roll with the landing and run, parkouring over obstacles and jumping from roof to roof in search of a good place to work out.
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>>2610074
Being a Fist Wizard is fun. Let's keep this bit of childish joy to our character.Try and greet the day and have a blast.
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Your free-running takes you well away from the College and into the capitol itself. You scale walls with your bare fingers digging into handholds in the brick and mortar, hop from wall to wall when you have momentum behind you, leap across wide roads to reach adjacent roofs, and vault over chimneys and low walls in your quest for a good exercise spot.

But you aren't the only early riser today, and those who are already up are treated with the sight of you free-running from one roof to another. You spare them a smile and wave, but they must still be groggy as they didn't wave or smile back.

But as you run, you immediately come across a problem; you have no idea where you are in relation to everything. You know the route from the College to the airship port, but that's about it. You haven't properly acquainted yourself with your new surroundings.

You could simply ask for directions, but it seems no-one looks awake enough to give you a clear answer judging form how most do not smile or wave back at you.

Oh well, you'll just scale a high enough building to get a lay of the land. But that itself brings problems. For one thing, you scaling a building without permission may not be well-received by the owner of said building. For another, the tallest building in the capitol is the royal palace.

Decisions, decisions...

>Climb the tower
>Ask for directions
>Just wander
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>>2610123
>>Climb the tower
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>>2610123
>Ask for directions
our hero is polite
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>>2610123
>>Ask for directions
We are in control of ourselves, which includes knowing when to ask for help.
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>>2610123
>Ask for directions
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>>2610123
>>Ask for directions
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You come to a decision and drop onto the street, seeking directions. Fist Wizard though you may be, no-one would be foolish enough as to intrude upon the residence of the royal family. Besides, you're sure that palace has some kind of shielding ward to keep uninvited people from coming in.

The streets are not as lively in the early morn as they are in the afternoon and the evenings; people have scarcely awoken or are only just about to. But there are still people here going about their business; shopkeepers opening their store, vendors setting up their stalls, carriages trundling past hauling packages for delivery. Some of these people stop and stare at you a little; not quite used to seeing a heavily muscled young man drop from the sky.

You survey the crowd and find a suitable person to approach.

"Good morning sir!" you greet the old man trying to ferry several heavy wooden crates onto a wagon. "Might I offer some assistance?"

"W-Why thank ye young man." the old man smiles as you relieve him of his burden. "F-Forgive me, but A-Ah haven't seen yer like around 'ere b-before..."

"No need for the frightened stuttering sir, I mean no ill will with my actions. I aid you sincerely, for no member of the elderly should be forced to do heavy work in the place of strapping youths." you assuage him. "I am a student of the Imperial College, seeking a place to ensure my physical prowess remains honed."

"...yer lookin' fer somewhere ta' exercise?" the old man blinks.

"Indeed!" you laugh, hauling another two wooden crates onto the wagon. "I am new to the capitol you see, and I did not wish to risk angering the royal family by climbing atop their tower to obtain a lay of the land."

The old man gapes at you for a moment before clearing his throat.

"W-Well, Ah heard there's a few good spots near the river east of 'ere. An' there's a park not far from the grand square. Just follow this road and ye'll find it easily."
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>>2610123
>Ask for directions

Let's not bully the king m'kay?
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>>2610223
I wonder if the king is buff.
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"Truly? You have my thanks good sir!" you smile jovially as you haul the last crate onto his wagon.

"Nah, thank ye lad. Ah never woulda gotten all those crates up there without yer help." the old man smiles back and pats your arm. "Ye study hard in tha' College now, and 'ave fun exercisin'."

"I shall." you nod your thanks. You turn and are about to jump when something catches your attention.

In an alley not far from where you are, two large groups of young men bearing crude arms have gathered and are having quite the intense stand off. They are led by two strapping youths, both wielding swords that faintly reek of magical enchantment, who are having quite the animated discussion.

>Intervene
>Ignore
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>>2610233
>>Intervene
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>>2610233
>Intervene
Although one could say it isn't entirely proper to meddle in other men's quarrels
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>>2610233
>Intervene
>Ask what's going on.
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>>2610233
Ignore
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>>2610233
>Ignore

It's not our job to do this kind of stuff...but then again we are country boy and know nothing about the big city politics.
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>>2610233
>>Intervene
>>Ask what's going on.
Neutral third party.
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Trouble so early in the morning? Well, that definitely won't do.

With purpose fueling your steps, you walk away from the kind old man and enter the alleyway. Your approach to the two groups does no go unnoticed; your shadow blocks the light streaming in through the alley entrance and falls upon the the people present as you near. They turn to you, and some among them lose the smallest bit of color in their faces when they see you.

Even the two bickering leaders cease their animated discussion when they notice the lack of light. They turn to you, scowling and glaring in a manner you find almost adorable.

After facing all manner of troublemakers and hostile beasts that have threatened your hometown, the glares of uncouth individuals such as themselves hardly faze you. Your teacher has a far more terrifying glare if he gets angry.

"Good morning gentlemen!" you greet, arms open and voice jovial. "I could not help but notice this gathering from the street back there and come to investigate myself. Perhaps I could help ease the tension somewhat?"

"Help?" one of the leaders scoffs. "You can help yourself out of here if you know whats good for you fuckboy."
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>>2610428
Welp.. what a rude fella
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"Use the brain you've got hidden under all that muscle and leave while you still can, you big oaf." the second leader joins in. "Ain't nobody should be messing with business between two of the Capitol Lords."

The group behind the speaker cheers while the other group glares at them, but both sides nod in agreement. It seems you have wandered into a meeting between shady individuals in the less... likeable parts of the city. Your teacher told you about their ilk back when you were still under his tutelage, of the secret groups in the shadow of an establishment that runs businesses and conducts acts that heavily infringe upon the law.

He told you to stay away from people like them for various reasons; chief among them being that you would not be able to hold your own against them should they turn their focus fully upon you. But comparing what you've told to what you're seeing...

You are understandably disappointed.

"Forgive me, but I haven't heard of you before." you wince apologetically. "Capitol Lords?"

"What rock have you been living under? Don't you know about the nine Shadow Lords of the capitol?" the first leader scoffs. "What posh palace were you born in if you don't even know about that?"

"It is quite simple; I am not from the capitol. I hail from a farming village farther inland, near the mountains." you can't help but chuckle. "I thoughts individuals with the title of lord would be more well-known. What kind of cowardly existence have you lived if your supposed fame is only restricted to a single city?"

"...Did he just try to make fun of the boss?" one of the underlings ask.

"Who're you calling cowardly?" the first leader snarls. The second looks murderous.
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"I called no-one a coward, merely stating that those who claim to be lords should be more well-known outside of their realm." you clarify. "But why do you call yourselves lords, however? You neither look nor possess any distinctive apparel or instruments normally associated with those of noble lineage. Did you perhaps earn in an act of valor?"

"Are you questioning our right as Capitol Lords?" the second leader growls. Murmur spread through the two groups of underlings.

You look between the two seemingly angry individuals, a little confused. Why were they so agitated all of a sudden? Was it something you said?

"I question why you would call yourselves lords when you lack the proof to validate such a bld claim. Surely you would possess an heirloom of some kind that can--"

The first leader draws his sword and the faint scent of magic in the air becomes thicker. The sword in the youth's hand blazes with bright runes the colors of ice and bone. He levels the point of the sword at your chest and you blink in surprise as cold mist rises of the blade.

"Here's my proof!" the first leader snarls. "The North Lord's blade!"

"And here is mine." the second leader draws his sword and levels it at your chest. It is almost identical to the first leader's blade, but the runes on it glow green and yellow instead. "The North-East Lord's blade. Does that validate our claims of lordship now?"

You note with some degree of astonishment that both swords wielded by the two group leaders are ill-maintained. The runes inscribed upon their length are sloppy and lack the finesse of a proper runesmith. Perhaps even the use of actual runesmithing tools! In fact, you're certain that the swords the two leaders wield wouldn't too out of place in a junk pile of a weapon's ship, enchanted though they may be!

>...My curiosity is sated.
>Those swords are pathetic!
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>>2610495
>Those swords are pathetic!
>You should take better care of your weapons, it's the proper way of a man
Kurt clearly takes care of his "guns".
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Where did my fellow fisting enthusiasts go?
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>>2610495
>Those swords are pathetic!
These punks don't scare us.
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>>2610495
>>Those swords are pathetic!
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>>2610495
>Those swords are pathetic!
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>>2610495
>Those swords are pathetic!
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"You... call these weapons?" you blink once, looking over the weapons with some degree of astonishment. "These... these dingy pieces of runecrafted junk? Those swords are pathetic!"

You proclamation sends everyone reeling.

"You claim these weapons are proof of your lordship over whatever puny thing you rule in the imperial capitol, but do so little for them in turn Do you oil them? Hone them? Or do you just leave them on a table after you finish doing whatever 'lord' duties you do? Look at the nicks and scratches! Look at the rust! Do you wipe any stains off them with a wet rag?" you point out. "What kind of lords are you if you cannot even maintain your own weapons? Imagine what horror you would put people through!"

"You fucker!" the first leader snarls, lunging for you with intent to strike. "Die!"

You weave through his slashes with contemptuous ease and push him aside to dodge the second group leader's attacks.

"You have some nerve to insult a Shadow Lord of the capitol! Let alone two!" the youth snarls. "We'll remind you of your place!"

You shove him aside and look around. The two groups of underlings have merged together into a large mob, surrounding you and cutting off most avenues of escape. They glare at you, however ineffective such an action may be.

"Get him!" the two group leaders command, and the mob converges on you.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

Right then. Gimme the best 1d10 out of three you guys have to see how well you can fight through a mook mob!
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2610605
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Oh well i'm always a fan of enthusiastic walk!
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>2610605
Please let's not kill these people. Not that they don't deserve i just don't want to get in trouble for doing street justice.
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>>2610613
Me and my big mouth.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2610605
>"And rather than defending your claim that these blades are indeed adequate weapons, you send your armies forth to do battle with a single man. How deplorable."
In honesty, we ought not to fight this mob, if possible. It is likely that they are simply hoodwinked by these so-called lords. Outmaneuver them, and move to show them the worth of their leaders by snapping those prized blades in twain.
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You scoff and sweep forward, meeting the group like a mountain against a literal tidal wave.

Your arms lance out to intercept crude weapons and clumsy punches to deflect them aside. What blows you don't deflect are blocked, and what scant few manage to slip past your defenses bounce off your well-developed physique like ball thrown at a stone. Bodies are thrown left and right, faces are bruised or battered, weapons broken over your knee or crushed in your hands, and a path is cleared to the two leaders of the mob trying to block your way.

In less than a minute, the mob of lesser fighters is reduced to less than half of their original number and the two ringleaders appear significantly less confident than they were moments earlier.

You stalk over to them, and their entourage hastily backs away in fright and some in awe in your unfaltering approach.

"C'mon then!" the first ringleader says, hefting his blade and rushing forward to run you through. "Let's see what you're made of!"
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

Another 1d10 please. Best of three.
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2610649
shit
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2610649
Hmm. So despite the shoddiness of your chosen weapon, your skills are not all talk! Interesting!
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2610649
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>>2610653
Well damn.
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>>2610660
You don't mess with a muscle wizard man.
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You catch your opponent by the wrist and hold the misting blade an inch away from your abdomen. You twist and the ruffian cries out in pain, dropping his weapon.

"Hmph. You can't even keep a solid hold on your sword and still call yourself to be a lord?" you scoff, kicking him in the stomach and sending him flying. "Lords are meant to be powerful. Indomitable. The strongest among those they led and the first to charge into a battle. You put yourself as the leader of a group, but are unable to follow through with such a simple course of action? No-one so weak is deserving of such a grand title."

The second ringleader charges in, sword already in motion. The green glow it radiates makes turns shrubs and weeds growing from the nooks and crannies of the area you're battling in a more vibrant shade of green.

"And what's this? A sneak attack while an opponent is conversing?" you taunt back. "Where is the honor of a lord in such actions? Where is the dignity? Why fight in such an unseemly manner, 'Lord' of the North-East?"

"Shut up!" the second ringleader hisses, lunging for you.

You contort your back, bending backwards away from the weapon's edge with shocking dexterity, and land a solid punch into your opponent's gut. The air is knocked out of his lungs and his grip on his weapon slackens, enough for you to pluck it out of his grasp and toss him to his fellow false lord.

"No." you say. "I will not 'shut up' because I am not your subject. And I am not your subject because you are no lord." you pick up the other sword and present them to everyone present. "These weapons do not validate anyone's claim to command others. These are mere status symbols; and poorly made ones at that."

You throw the weapons to the ground hard enough to chip them, drawing a collective gasp from everyone watching. THe sword clatter to the feet of the downed 'lords' you just beat up.

"If you still believe yourselves to be worthy of a ruling others, then you will know the correct choice to make." you tell the two youths."
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>>2610677
How much you wanna bet we are late for class
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>>2610681
OH SHIT!! We need to get back!
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The two ringleaders stare at their prized swords for the longest moment. You see indecision in their gazes as they look upon the tools that they had once relied upon to prove their superiority over others.

The second ringleader hangs his head and kicks his sword away, sullen and defeated. His followers gasp at the sight, and more than a few shed some tears at the display. You give him a nod even though he can't see it, satisfied with his choice. With this defeat, you hope the youth can see the error in his way and seek atonement for his misdeeds, thus starting down the path to truly earning the title lord.

But the first, however...

"No..." he growls. "I earned my boys. I earned my scars. I earned my title."

He lunges forward, grabbing both swords and tucking into a roll. He stands and brandishes both weapons at you, teeth bared and eyes manic.

"YOU WON'T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME!"
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

Another 1d10, best of three.

>>2610681
>>2610684
You guys won't be late; you've barely been gone for an hour and classes don't start for another four. You've got time to exercise.
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>2610687
Your determination is admirable, but your passion is a double-edged sword. If you cannot rule your emotions, is it no wonder that you cannot rule your men?
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2610687
Admirable passion. But, you lack more trainning.
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2610687
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>>2610692
Gg
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The ruffian runs to you, screaming white-eyed fury all the while. His rage is a palpable thing that hangs in the air like heat from a bonfire, so much so that some of his underlings back away in apparent fright.

You stand before him like an imposing statue, looking upon his boiling rage with very little interest.

"Your rage understandable." you tell him, easily weaving through his barrage of furious slashes. "few can accept such brutally honest criticism being leveled upon them after so much hard work."

You interrupt his net flurry of slashes with a gentle shoulder check and a painful punch to his sternum, knocking the air out of his lungs and sending him stumbling back.

"Your passion is admirable." You acknowledge, entering a stance. "Your desire to rule is noteworthy, given how much you had to sacrifice to make it thus far. Were I in your shoes, your reaction would terrify me into cowardice."

Your opponent spits at your feet and rushes forward for yet another barrage of furious slashes, completely ignorant of your words. Understandable, but no less frustrating; you hoped he would be calm enough to at least hear what you have to say next without the rage clouding his thoughts.

"But the fact remains."

You punch one sword and send it spinning out of his hand

"That you."

The other sword comes in, thrusting point first. You meet that point with another solid punch, impacting the sword tip with such force that it bends inward.

"Lack."

You kick the weapon out of his hand and rear your other arm back. The first ringleader barely has enough time to open his mouth before you nail him in the face with a powerful straight.

"Training."

He is sent flying, slamming back-first into a wall and bonelessly slumping down to the ground. You dust your hands and give them a once over, satisfied at your performance. Your fists are also free of damage, so a that's a plus in your books!
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Fist>Sword.
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"Now then!" you turn to the gobsmacked onlookers. "I trust you lot will not be causing a ruckus any time soon? I would hate to have to pay you a visit hammer in the point I have been trying to make since came here."

They shake their heads fearfully. You grin back.

"Very good! Have a nice day gentlemen." you pause just as you're about to turn around and gesture to the ringleader slumped p against the wall. "Could someone mayhaps send that poor chap back to whatever residence he occupies? Maybe even a doctor? Wouldn't want him to suffer any more than he already has, after all."

You leave them to it and exit the alley, feeling a little more pumped than when you entered. You spoke to two groups of people who were about to erupt into a fight and persuaded them to change their ways; all within the morning of your first day here!

Truly your teacher is wise; when he said you would be learning much, you never expected a lesson on how to properly lecture others would take place outside the classroom!

Granted, such a feat required the use of your fists, but you suppose it is simply your own method of teaching! Yes, that must be it!

With a grin on your face and directions in your mind, you jump to the rooftops and resume your journey to the exercise spot the old man from earlier pointed you towards.
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Got something to do in a bit. Brb in a few hours.
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>>2610708
Thanks for the run Fist see you later.
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>>2610708
Damn, can’t believe I missed the first session. I shall be ready for the next!
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A'ight I'm back. Next part coming up soonish.
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>>2610707
Alright, clearly we’ll have to learn by day, and correct and teach the wayward youths of this city by night as MUSCLE MAN!
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>>2610813
Give advice where it is appropriate, perhaps. Certainly where it is convenient.

But I would say to properly take up the mantle of teacher is something that is yet beyond Kurt. He still clings to the teachings of his past mentor, rather than finding truths of his own. He still has much to learn. That is why he has come here, after all.
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>>2610824
Well, this would be a good opportunity to develop teaching skills. For now, we do what we just did. Stop any fights that we can, show them that there is a better path to strength then skulking about the streets with a semi magic sword and pointlessly battling others like yourself for territory. Then we pass down some of our mentor’s teachings. With any luck, we’ll be able to go beyond simply parroting our mentor, and develop our own teaching in this manner. You’ve got to start somewhere. And frankly even if our teachings don’t stick it’ll be a good learning experience, and we’ll still be helping out the law enforcement in the area by putting a stop to the fights. Considering how this last incident went they’re clearly not a threat to us. We can literally shatter their weapons with our bare hands.
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You follow the road east and find yourself overlooking a large river, running through the eastern sector of the imperial capitol. Its banks have been sloped to better channel water as it flows from the mountains after a bad rainstorm further inland. Some parts of the river's banks have been developed enough to allow for the construction of small piers, sidewalks, and even bridges. On the less develop sections, trees are planted and grass grows as green as the ones you're used to back home.

You walk along the sidewalk and breathe in the fresh air, luxuriating in the cool air and the sounds of nature despite being so deep in an urbanized part of the world. If you closed your eyes, you could almost mistake being at home.

After some deliberation, you settle for a small patch of grass close to the shade of a tree. Setting aside your water bottle and energy snack, you get to exercising. Thanks to the light spar you were involved in earlier, there's not much muscle stretching to do so you immediately start working on your usual workout regimen.

A thousand fast push ups (two and one-handed), handstand push ups (two and one-handed), sit ups (normal and twisting), squats, and jumping jacks, followed by ten minutes of meditation.

Then you start on the real part of your workout; shadow-fighting.

Your practice your fighting forms and techniques against imaginary foes, alternating between lightning fast strikes with your arms and complex kicking maneuvers with your legs. You twist and turn to push how much force you can exert without damaging your body, jump and hop to practice evasion and dodging, and zip from one end of your impromptu exercise spot to the other to train your speed.

It isn't the same as the obstacle course you've set up back home, but it gets your muscles aching and your heart racing all the same.
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Two hours after you started, you find yourself laying on the grass and panting hard. You are drenched in sweat and your body aches in all the right ways, proof that your exercise regimen is working. You smile through the dull ache of your limbs and sit up, downing a mouthful of water and munching on the fruit you packed to replace the lost calories.

A quick glance at the position of the sun told you that you had more than an hour left to return to the College and prepare for classes. More than enough time to laze around for a bit and bask in the cool morning air.

But alas, the life of a Fist Wizard does not allow for wasteful dilly-dallying.

Before you could relax, you feel someone tap your shoulder. You look up and find...

>Sachi and Saki
>Phillia
>JoJo
>Joshua
>A roguish-looking young man with jet-black hair
>A little girl wearing a resized Imperial College uniform
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>>2610853
>A little girl wearing a resized Imperial College uniform
Are her eyes by any chance heterochromatic?
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>>2610853
>>A little girl wearing a resized Imperial College uniform
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>>2610853
>A little girl wearing a resized Imperial College uniform
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>>2610855
And that's important because?
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>>2610862
Because if that's the case, a certain character whose name was dropped last thread would come to mind.
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>>2610866
Oh yeah, the other kinetomancer besides us and the potato. The scary one, going off of what everyone’s said so far.
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>>2610866
Oh the child from the other fist wizard. But i though she was our senpai...oh god.
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>>2610853
>A little girl wearing a resized Imperial College uniform
Anyone else have a feeling thise delinquents might've misunderstood the lesson?
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>>2610875
Well we aren't exactly a teacher. But that is not a problem if they didn't understood the lesson we can always teach then with our fist of love!
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>>2610871
The child is the one who's a Fist Wizard; her mother is, if we go by the source material, a Gundam.

It's just a blind guess that this girl is her, of course. OP could easily be only using Adult Mode Vivio for her character in this quest, and this kid could be someone else.

>>2610875
I think all of them apart from the leader who attacked us at the end probably got the message. The angry, hotblooded one almost certainly didn't.
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>>2610889
>Delinquents start coming to Kurt thinking he's their new boss
>He has to punch that idea out of them
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>>2610892
>We declare ourselves the new boss
>Make then spend all their time working, exercising and assisting the elderly
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>>2610894
Not bad at all
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>>2610894
>We train then with all our might
>use our connection with the school to put then as part of the guard
>they teach the other street urchins what they should actualy do to become usefull memeber of society

And all is good.
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>>2610898
>It's graduation year
>We depart as a respected member of the community, well-regarded for having reformed the delinquents and urchins in society
>As we settle into our seat on our flight out of the city, we still can't shake the niggling feeling like we've forgotten to do something important
>...
>"Wait, fuck, I didn't learn anything at all about my Fist Wizardry!"
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A little girl, dressed in an appropriately resized Imperial College uniform. Her hair is a light lavender, and her eyes sparkle a brilliant cerulean blue. Her bodily proportions are short and small, leading you to believe that her age is somewhere between eight or nine. A large bag is slung over her shoulders and her tiny hands are clutching the bag straps she tightly.

If you didn't know any better, you would have assumed her to be a kindergartner ready for another day at pre-school.

"Hello." you greet, not quite knowing how to address the... very young-looking woman before you.

"Good morning." she greets back. "Are you Kurt Vander, one of the two Kinetomancers in the freshman year?"

"Indeed I am!" you grin. "What can a humble Fist Wizard such as myself do to help you, young miss...?"

"Kana. Kana Silvarius." she nods back. "I would like a sample of your blood please."

...

"E-Excuse me?" your grin falters at her strange request.

"I require a sample of your blood to further my studies into magical biology. I have a theory that one's propensity at magic is dependent on certain markers present in living organic cells." Miss Kana extends her hand expectantly. "Preferably now, as you do not seem to be in the middle of a task of some sort."

>Nope gently
>Nope strongly
>NOPE
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>>2610910
>Why not?
Why not?
If I had a Wynaut image I’d use it
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>>2610910
>Yeah, sure. Do you have a container of some sort?

Aw shit, it's a dragon. Only slightly disappointed.
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>>2610910
>Refuse strongly
>Reveal to her that our master said to never give any of our bodyfluids to strange girls.
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>>2610921
What is a dragon doing in the fucking capital?!!
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>>2610917
We are a magic caster. We know better then to give strange ladies any og our body fluids. She could be trying to do something with it.
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>>2610910
>Inquire further
It's only fair to better understand her project before we decide whether to assist or not.
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>>2610921
>>2610933
To be fair, she might just be a little girl here. I think Kurt would have commented if she had horns on her head.
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>>2610945
Actually, I’ll change over to support this. Don’t really see any reason to refuse, but also don’t see any reason not to inquire further about her project.
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>>2610910
I'm with this guy >>2610945
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>>2610945
Supportin'
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Then since you're a fist wizard, you drop your wizard britches, bend over and fist yourself hard, no lube. Then you buy Chainlink
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>"I require a sample of your blood to further my studies into magical biology. I have a theory that one's propensity at magic is dependent on certain markers present in living organic cells."

Is this bitch talking about midichlorians?
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Every fiber of your being screams at you to run and keep the bloodthirsty thing wearing a little girl's skin away from you as best you can. After all, no innocent child would be request a blood sample from some as brazenly as her, and in broad daylight as well! She must be some sort of vampire or disguised abomination from the pits of hell!

But your mind, tempered from the teachings of your master silences you fight-or-flight instincts for a much more favorable course of action using the light of logic as a guiding beacon.

"...Before I agree to anything, could I mayhaps inquire as to the nature of the project you are pursuing?" you ask, keeping your voice as polite and level as you can given the circumstances.

"Why?" Miss Kana blinks.

"As a mage, I simply do not trust anyone I do not know with a sample of my own biological fluids for obvious reasons." you clarify. "I apologize for being frank, but outward appearance does not immediately assuage my concerns of a possible death curse being cast upon my person."

"Oh." Miss Kana nods. "I see. Do not be afraid then, I do not intend to use your blood for a death curse. I am simply going to examine it in closer detail to see if I can find anything that may support my theory of possible factors to one's magic propensity located in their biological form. I will not in any way utilize your bodily fluids for a nefarious purpose."

You look her over and try to locate some sign of deceit as mages are wont to do when pursuing their personal goal.

But try as you might, Kana's gaze remains steady and her hands do not move in a manner that may be associated with an attempt at lying. Her words are truthful and without any hint of ill-intent. For all intents and purposes, she is a young mage seeking to use your blood to prove a theory.

If that's all she would use your blood for, then you see no reason not to give it to her.
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>>2610987
We’re so going to regret this.
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"Very well." you nod. "Do you possess some sort of vial or container to keep the blood in?"

"I have a syringe and a vial with me. One moment."

Kana shrugs off her bag and sets it on the ground. She rummages through it for a moment and pulls out a strange looking contraption that appears to be somewhat related to a pistol. However, the contraption possesses a glass vial attached to the back end, located above where the meat between the thumb and fore finger would be.

She then reaches back into her bag and pulls out a needle.

A really big needle.

The thing is longer than her forearm, and thicker than her pinky finger. It takes the diminutive girl some effort to attache the two parts together to form a demented medical apparatus you would expect to find in some twisted biomancer's laboratory.

She looks over the tool, reaches into her bag, and produces a small sharpening stone. She rubs it along the length of the needle a few times before she's satisfied and washes any residue off with some conjured water.

"Please lay down, face first." the young girl asks. "I will require a sample blood, bone, and bone marrow to examine in order to confirm my theory. I appear to have forgotten the anaesthetic, so the extraction process will be somewhat painful. I request that you remain still and muffle any noises of discomfort as best you can so that my concentration is not broken."

>what do
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>>2611000
>No
You said blood, not bone and marrow.
Why would we let some stranger take our blood and bone tissue? What the fuck guys
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>>2611000
BUT I REFUSE
to anything other than a blood sample
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>>2611000
Let's do it. What could go wrong.
Also ask if you can see the results after this is all said and done.
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>>2611000
>No
We agreed to blood, we can't afford the recovery time from bone and marrow. We have a school to attend!
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>>2611000
We'll take the sample ourselves, if she doesn't mind. Not leaving our body at a stranger's mercy is a lesson we learned a long time ago.

Also, wasn't it only supposed to be a blood sample?
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>>2611000
NONONONONONO
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>>2611000
I refuse!!!

>Run as if you were a globin that stolen a pie!
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>>2611007
You know what they say. You give a person a hand, then when you realize they are asking for the entire arm.
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>>2611000
Ok, if it’s going to be like THAT, then we’re only giving you all those samples once we’ve confirmed with the college that you’ve got the necessary credentials to be taking bone and marrow samples and using needles that big.
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>>2611000
THAT IS MORE THAN WE BARGAINED FOR!
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>>2611017
And once we’ve confirmed that this is actually a project that she’s working on. If she wanted to like, prick our finger and take a little blood sample that’s all well and good, but we’re not giving that much blood along with a bone and marrow sample without making sure that you’re who you say you are and need it for what you say you need it for.
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>>2611000
>what do
Buy Chainlink. Also says fuck off biotch, if want bloods, fights me for it
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"Whoa, wait, don't. No!" you back away, hands raised defensively. "You only said blood! Not a single word about bone and bone marrow!"

"I did not because I did not think of it at the time. Then I realized that I could further validate my theory by looking for similar makers in bone tissue and one marrow, thus silencing potentital future arguments before they are even spoken." Kana shrugs. "It would also decrease difficulties in acquiring bone and bone marrow should my research lead me to that eventuality. Now please lay down."

"I will not lay down because you have added additional clauses to your request that were not there in the original and are unacceptable to me! I agreed only to giving you a sample of my blood, not bone and marrow!"

"...Oh." Kana looks down, disappointed. You sigh.

"I am not mad at you Kana, I am merely stating my disagreement to you radically altered request in a more vocal manner." you state. "Why did you even think to add those additional clauses on the spot?"

"My father and mother do that and they get away with it." Kana looks up at you, head tilted to one side. "Why can't I?"

"Why can't--" you rub the bridge of your nose. It seems you have a pair of wonderful adults to speak to if you ever get the chance. "I see."

"So will you--"

"No."

Kana pouts and crosses her arms. You glance up at the sky and note it's steadily increasing height. You have about an hour to get back to the College and prepare for classes now, which means you'll have to get moving immediately or else you'll be late.

"Classes will be starting soon." you comment. "Would you prefer if I help ferry you to the College?"

"...If it isn't too much trouble." Kana nods.
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Headed to bed now. See you guys in 5-6 hours.
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>>2611070
See you later Fist.
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>>2610891
>her mother is, if we go by the source material, a Gundam.
The good news is, she's on our side.
...she IS on our side, right?
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>>2611069
As a side note, I don’t see why we shouldn’t give her a small blood sample, if nothing else. Just a prick your finger kind of deal though, no jabbing us with that damned pig sticker of a needle she’s got.
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I REALLY hope she's on our side.
>>2611459
Pretty sure that huge needle was for the marrow. Bone marrow biopsies use a HUGE needle, and are extremely painful if the patient isn't anesthetized.
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>>2611069
If this turns into the story of the frog and scorpion, we can ditch her in a tall tree.
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>>2611520
Why would she be carrying around a needle for taking bone meal if she only decided to do it just now?
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>>2611691
Who knows how many medical tools this girl is carrying around right now. Next she might pull a bone saw out of her uniform for all we know.
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>>2611583
Unless it's Shinsei's version of the story.
But little frog, I can swim.
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A'ight, m'back. Posting in a bit.
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You pick up the diminutive young woman, set her on your shoulder, and take off. As you hop from rooftop to rooftop, you can't help but quietly ponder something certain implications of the young woman you're ferrying; is she even a woman? Her physical stature and looks are nowhere near the usual fare you've come to expect from a woman who would attend the Imperial College.

Maybe she was a prodigy? Or, more likely, she has some kind of physical condition that has somehow stunted her growth and her research into magical biology is her attempt at fixing whatever it is that's plaguing her.

...Now that you think about it, that explanation sound much more reasonable than you initially suspected.

Regardless of your thoughts, you hop across the last rooftop and arrive in front of the administration building and allow your passenger to hop off. She gives you a nod before walking off around a corner and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"...Strange, but not entirely unexpected." you murmur to yourself, turning around and walking the opposite direction towards the student dorms.

Your presence does not go unnoticed is reacted upon in various ways by the people you walk past. Some stop and stare at your sweat-drenched form with undisguised shock. Some young women fan their reddening faces and hyperventilate. A small handful of young men take the time to smile and greet you politely. An even smaller handful of men whimper and back away as you approach.

Those must be the lessers who were intimidated by your show of F L E X last night. Ha.

They need to learn how to lift.
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>They need to learn how to lift.

We should teach then...when we are not late for class that is..
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>>2611916
Body Improvement Club?
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>>2611910
>no young men fan their reddening faces
i wonder if there is time for a shower.
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>>2611919
oh shit, I hope we have time to help spread the wonders of improving one's own physical prowess
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>>2611936
Those are the delinquents we faced in the street their focus shall be in their bodies instead of doing evil!
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You reach your dorm room unmolested and knock thrice before entering. You are greeted by Philia, almost fully dressed and seated at her study desk, eyepatch on the table and fingers wiping a piece of cloth in the space where her left eye is. Huh. So that eyepatch of hers wasn't hiding anything more than an empty eye socket.

"O-Oh, Kurt!" The blonde seems caught between surprise and a little shame at being caught in the middle of her own brand of personal hygiene. "Uhm. Good morning."

"Good morning." you smile back, trying hard not to stare. "Did you receive my note? I hope my lack of being here early in the morning did not frighten you or anything."

"Yes, I got your note. I went out to jog a little myself not too long ago." the blonde smiles and she sets aside the cloth in a water-laden container and sets her eyepatch over her empty eye socket. "I think I saw you shadow-fighting at the riverbank east of here; a lot of people stopped to look. How early did you wake up?"

"Oh, I awoke very early. Early enough that the sky was still dark and the sun had barely begun to poke over the horizon." you gather your towel and College uniform, trying to figure out why you failed to notice how your exercise regimen drew the attention of a crowd. "I suppose it is a leftover habit from my old teacher. What classes do we have today? The schedule slipped my mind while I was exercising."

"Hm..." Philia pulls out a book and flips through it. "If I recall, then we have two classes today."

>Mana Manipulation
>Alchemy
>Spellwork
>Spell Theory
>Beast Taming
>Divination
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>>2611942
Imagine. They just go around helping the elderly, righting wrongs and all around good dudes. Just also being huge and initimidating looking. Because pompadours and mohawks are cool.
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>>2611955
>>Mana Manipulation
>>Beast Taming
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>>2611962
I feel like these two would play best to our abilities. But I'm really tempted to go for the classes we would really struggle at like Spellwork and Spell Theory. But I guess we are very much here to improve our own abilities
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>>2611955
>Divination
>Beast Taming

>>2611970
We'll have to go through all of them anyway, since first years have to take all of them, don't they?
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>>2611970
Do it. I just chose what I wanna see. You do you man, if you want a challenge go for that.
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>>2611955
>Beast Taming
>Spellwork
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>>2611955
>Divination (so we can apply it making us able to predict what mobes our oponent will do)

>Beast Taming
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>>2611994
Your next line is:
WAS THIS ALL PART OF YOUR PLAN, KURT?
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>>2611955
>Mana Manipulation
>Spellwork
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>Beast Taming
>Mana Manipulation
>>2612016
Of courshe!
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Votes closed. Writan.
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>>2611955
>Mana Manipulation
>Beast Taming
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>>2612030
So we got beast taming and a tie between divination and mana manipulation.
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>>2612030
Mana manipulation won by one, two if you count that latest vote.
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>>2612056
Oh yeah i missed the first vote. So it's Beast tamming and Mana Manipulation.
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We should ask for magic that will speed up showering/cleaning after training so we have more time for training.
And we should try to do morning training some of the week days with JoJo, as that would probably be far more efficient for self improvement.
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"Beast Taming and Mana Manipulation."

"Truly? I look forward to it, then." you grin. "Given my style of magic and my experience in bare-handed wrestling of fantastical beasts, I expect great things from these two classes."

"Me too." Philia smiles, rising out of her seat. "I'll help make some light breakfast. Want anything specific?"

"Toast and fruit is fine."

A quick bath and a light meal later sees you and Philia making your way towards the learning facilities meat for magic-field students. By now, passing students fill the hallways with the sounds of conversation as the time for classes near. From here, you can make out the differences between magic-field and mundane-field students; the uniforms they wear.

Magic-field students possess an emblem sewn onto the shoulders of their uniforms, depicting a pair of crossed swords over a burning rose; the official insignia given by the Vermilion Empire to a certified mage. Mundane-field students lack that extra bit of finery on their clothes.

More than a few students stop and stare at you and Philia as you both make your way to the classroom where Beast Taming is supposed to take place. The blonde next to you fidgets under the attention, but your impressive stature takes the brunt of the looks and whispers.

"It should be around here..." Philia murmurs, single eye looking about for the right door. "Ah, there it is!"
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>>2612075
>no eggs
>no milk
How does he make gains? Better be eating an entire cow for dinner
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>>2612080
GOMAD
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>>2612080
We save our appetite for lunch anons. Lots of meat and eggs!
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You follow her as she moves over to a particular door and opens it.

Past it you see a large gathering of students, chatting and talking excitedly among themselves. Most conversation slows down when they notice you enter, but resume near immediately after Philia ushers you inside.

The room itself is large and stocked with all manner of exotic items; jars filled with magic regeants and withered parts of fantastical beasts, stacks of dusty tomes and capture implements, picture frames of people posing before captured beasts and well-preserved parts of certain monsters displayed on the walls. Some of the more daring students are poking the more interesting items on display, but most of them are paying attention to the various picture frames.

You give the room a brief once-over and whistle appreciatively. The teacher of this class has certainly been through numerous incidents in her life.

"Philia!"

You blink at the name and turn to see your roommate being glomped by Saki. The young Oriental woman cuddles with the red-eyed blonde, who laughs and tries halfheartedly to escape her clutches.

"Good morning Saki." Philia laughs. "Did you rest well last night?"

"The beds are lumpy and really hard~. I couldn't sleep a wink last night." Saki complains. You see her sister approach, the beginnings of dark bags are apparent under her eyes. "But Sacchan had it worse."

"You MADE it worse!" Sachi smacks her half-sister's shoulder. "I barely got any sleep at all because of your talking and ranting and gossiping about Kurt!"

"What about me?" you inquire.

Sachi opens her mouth, but a high-pitched squeal comes out instead of words. The blonde glares at Saki, hands on her rump and face redder than a tomato as Philia breaks out into giggles.

"Ah-ah, no telling secrets Sacchan."
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>>2612117
Oh man. We're somehow an accidental shonen harem protag. Mostly because we're HUGE and well mannered.
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>>2612132
o fuk.

I knew we were in it when we first met the giggling hentai twins
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>>2612117
>We get all the girls, but are more interested in making MANLY MEN out of the male student body and are completely ignorant to their advances
Truly, this is the darkest timeline.
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>>2612146
It''l be a lot of hard work, but we'll come through in the end.
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>>2612165
Nay, this is the Dawn of Man(lets)
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>>2612165
Personally I'm hoping for a more lead from example. Maybe the students get over the envy and join us in glorious exercise. Let me dream damnit. I'm okay with being a harem protag, as long as we aren't shit. We're already not generic 15 year old amnesiac androgynous protag #56.
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"Yare yare daze," a familiar voice drawls. "I thought mornings weren't supposed to be this lively."

"Jotaro!" you laugh, turning to the young man and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Good to see you! Did you rest well last night?"

"Well enough, I guess.「 Star Platinum's」been really itching for another go at you, just so you know. Wouldn't stop bothering me for most of the night until I finally shut him up with a good smack." He looks up at you and grins slightly. "How about you? I heard your accommodations are far more... interesting."

"W-Well..." you laugh, a tad nervous. Did news on you and Philia's shared accommodations already spread?

"Interesting?" Saki blinks. "How can accommodations be interesting?"

"It would have to do with the fact that his roommate is a woman." Jotaro answers, much to the two sisters' shock. "I was surprised as well at first, but apparently Kurt isn't the only one with such a scandalous living situation. Several others are stuck in the same boat he is."

"Oh my~" Saki grins impishly. "Kurt got lucky, it seems~. So who's the lucky girl to be bunking in with you?"

Philia turns her terrified eyes to you and you undertand where the terror is coming from. She's still within teasing distance of Saki, and Sachi ould likely questions for her on the matters of propriety and decency around a male such as yourself. But at the same time, a harmless prank certainly wouldn't be a bad thing on the first day of classes.

>Not telling.
>She's a friend, who's closer then you think.
>You're hugging her right now.
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>>2612179
>Not telling.
She’ll tell them herself if she wants them to know.
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>>2612179
A gentleman never tells. This works cause we tease the twins too. Beat em at their own game.
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>>2612179
>Not telling.
>"You are not telling me what you said about me in your room.Why should i tell you what happens in mine? Besides a man need to have his secrets."
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>>2612200
Supporting
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>>2612200
oh shit, this is best
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>>2612179
I'll back >>2612200
Twinsroute is best route.
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>>2612235
Oh no anon. We're already a harem protag. We're just gonna be the greatest one in history. Simply by not being shit.
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As per usual, the logical part of your brain takes control and guides you mouth into saying the most appropriate answer for this situation.

"A gentleman would never reveal such a scandalous secret." you say, prompting a round of disappointed mewls and pleading looks. Except Philia, who sighs in relief. "Besides, why should I tell you what happened in my room when you refuse to divulge information of happenings in yours? Like a woman, a man must have his secrets. Surely you would understand."

"I do, but it's still not fun." Saki pouts.

"Whomever it is that's your roommate, you'd better not be doing anything untoward." Sachi crosses her arms and glares daggers at you. "Kinetomancer you may be, I'll still find a way to burn your testicles off if I catch wind of any... unsavoury happenings."

"Oof. Isn't that a little harsh, Sacchan?" Saki winces on your behalf. "A stab in the gut would do just fine for chastisement."

"Yes, there's no need for castration." Philia pitches in. "Especially through incineration."

"For shame. Neither of you understand the thought processes of males, it seems." Sachi sighs, seemingly disappointed. "A male lives to ravish women and render them insensate through acts of intense deviancy! They walk a path of domination and perversion, with the might to render any resistance from the fairer sex futile! As women, we must be vigilant of those with poles and ensure the sanctity of our holes!"

You gape at her, and turn to an equally flabbergasted Jotaro. The other two women of your motley group, however...

"...H-Holes..." Philia blushes.

"By the gods, my imoutou is so lewd..." Saki breathes. "I knew introducing you to those naughty books was a good idea."

"Good ide-- wait, what?!" Sachi screeches. "Those books were YOURS?!"

"Of course! Who else would have the guts to leave them laying around in your room?"
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>>2612303
Best timeline.
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You the guy who ran Predator Quest?
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>>2612303
Oh my god she's sexist. She should know us long enough that we would never do such a thing. In fact that's kind of insulting.
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>>2612364
yeah I bet that those "naughty" books are gay guy stuff too
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>>2612364
Actualy ahe doesn't know us that well. The only person who does is Philia and the Gerhman.
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>>2612240
>We're just gonna be the greatest one in history.
We're gonna be Tenchi?
>>2612379
Nah, prpbably this universe's equivalent of Gor.
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>>2612303
Wow, that's kind of insulting.
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>>2612383
Yeah this is probably it. We've been here like a day and her sister is gushing over us and she's probably just tired of hearing about us and doesn't want her sister to be getting too close
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>>2612408
Seriously. While we may render women insensate, it's always with consent. Calling acts where both parties have a good time and nobody is really hurt, deviancy, is shitty.
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>>2612428
Shit, I realize this can be construed as us talking about fighting a woman.
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>>2612431
we're a *fist* wizard
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Before Sachi could insult you more and the conversation devolves further, the sound of great gears turning cuts you off. You look upwards to see the roof of the classroom slide open to reveal an airborne wyvern. One flap of its wings sends a gale force winds upon you.

It is not a wyvern you have seen before; it is majestic and radiate power, with skin the color of steel fresh from the forges and eyes glow an electric blue. Its tail is long and undulates as though on its own power, and you see electricity spark along it's length from the tip of its tail. You've heard tale sof it from passing merchants traveling from the northern parts of the Empire; the fabled Storm Wyverns.

On its back is a figure draped in a tattered traveler's cloak with a duffle bag slung over one shoulder, the cloak obscuring their features. The figure does something and the wyvern roars, shaking the entire classroom.

You, your group of friends, and a handful of others remaining standing where everyone else falls. You pulse magic through your limbs and prepare for a battle.

But it never comes as the figure hops off the dragon, and the majestic beast flies away as the roof folds back into its original configuration. The cloaked figure proceeds to the teacher's desk, sets their duffle bag down on the side of the table, and takes off their cloak.
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>>2612509
Now that's an entrance! and they didn't even need to flex!
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Fun fact; it took me half an hour to get that part into 4chan.
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>>2612509
Damn, would have been good to get a little extra exercise in for the morning.
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>>2612518
Right?

>>2612522
why what happened?
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>>2612524
We did. Running around to find a good spot, then helping the elderly, followed by teaching punks a lesson, ending in a decent two hour workout? Sounds like exercise to me. We just need to up our entrance game.
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>>2612558
A little extra exercise being fighting the wyvern on top of all that. Sadly it looks like the Beast taming mage or whatever it is they call themselves probably won’t let us do that.
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"Damn that kid, always sending me out to deal with shit he should be handling himself..." the elf woman murmurs as she goes about her desk doing... something. "Do beast taming he said, it'd fun he said, you can handle it just fine with your experience he said. Damn prick can suck a wrinkly old chode if he knows what's good for him..." she looks up at everyone. "What?"

"Uhm... A-Are you the lecturer for B-Beast Taming class?" Philia asks.

"Yeah I am girlie, no need for the stammering shit." the elf rolls her eyes. "Some urgent came up two days ago in Weberwerst and the headmaster sent me to deal with it. I just got back." she sighs, getting her duffle bag and rummaging through it. "At least I nicked myself a few good regeants while I was there. Not like it'd help bring back the time I lost."

"Weberwerst?" JoJo blinks. "Isn't that the famous port city?"

"Yup." the elf woman nods.

"On the other side of the Empire?" JoJo presses. You gape at him, then at the teacher.

"Yes, yes, that Weberwerst. What'd you think the wyvern was for any way?"she rolls her eyes. "It was an urgent job and I had to get the fast, so I hitched a ride with the fastest thing I had."

You trade looks with JoJo and nod. If the lecturer could hitch a ride on a Storm Wyvern and not get her head bitten off, then it would do you well not to get her angry with you or your fellow classmates. As powerful as you are, you doubt bare fists would do anything against a beast powerful enough to conjure storms with a beat of its wings.

"Anyhoo, sorry I was late. Had some trouble on the way here. I'm Selene Brightwood. I'm an Elf and I'll be your teacher for Beast Taming classes for the next year and a half." she looks over the class. "I'm a pretty lax teacher on students who aren't focused on my class, but the one thing you should now about Beast Taming is that there will be no killing of the animals you will be sent up against. Injuring and harming them is acceptable, but no killing. Anyone who breaks that rule will be kicked out for the rest of their stay in the Imperial College. Is that clear?"

A round strong agreements filter out through the assembled students. The elf woman gives you all a long glance, then nods herself.

"Great. Now, pull out your books and stationery and we'll proceed on to the theory portion of today's lesson. Afterwards, we'll proceed to the practical portion."
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Something's come up. Will continue n a few hours
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>>2612712
We better get a seat next to jotaro
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>>2612748
supporting this. no reason why we can't. Well unless the seat is already taken.
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>>2612755
Thirding.
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Right, I'm back at last and will be posting the next part soonish. In the meantime, have a pic of your teacher.
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The lesson starts in earnest not long after that, with everyone taking their seats and pulling out their books to jot down notes as Miss Selene sketches a diagram of a large fire wyvern on the blackboard.

Miss Selene's lecture covers the introductory parts on the subject of Beast Taming; where she introduces the main concepts of taming and how certain factors play a part in the process. These factors include environment, mood, dietary habits, the equipment used by the tamer, and even the tamer's current mood.

These seemingly insignificant factors play their own parts in influencing how well an attempt to tame a magical beast, coming together like pebbles to form a mountain.

However, the elf woman stresses that even if one does manage to somehow fulfill all these prerequisites, they will still amount to nothing without the most important factor; intent.

"Beasts are, at their core, simple beings." She went on to explain. "A direwolf, a wyvern, a giant ant, and a slime all outright originate from different species' but they all share a common trait; they understand dominance and power. To tame beast, one must first establish that they are far more powerful than the beast in question, and dominate them should a show of force be insufficient to convince them."

"How would that work?" JoJo asks from his seat beside yours.

"Simple; you hit it. A number of sufficiently powerful blows can cow any being into believing that the being hitting them is their better." Miss Selene looks over everyone in attendance. "Luckily for you lot, I've prepared a few live subjects for a quick demonstration."
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>Luckily for you lot, I've prepared a few live subjects for a quick demonstration."

YAY!! We should start a club so the non-magical users can manage to tame the beast.
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>>2613157
i want to bully our teacher.
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She leads the class out the room and towards an isolated building on the south-east sector of the College grounds. The structure is circular and is fairly short compared to the other buildings on the grounds. But you discover that it's short for a reason.

The building actually an arena, comprised of seats surrounding a large pit warded with protection charms. A dozen or so staff members are on hand to greet Miss Selene and the students, introducing themselves as the caretakers for the live subjects used for the class' practical learning portion. The mention of live subjects sparks interest out of everyone present and hushed conversations immediately break out.

Everyone sits down as Miss Selene climbs onto the teacher's podium, with the caretakers forming a line behind her.

"Now" she starts. "Welcome to the practical learning portion of Beast Taming class. Here, you will put into practice what you've learned once a month by being dropped into an arena alongside a wild beast freshly captured from the wilderness. Once inside, you will not be allowed to leave unless you either successfully tame the beast you're stuck with or get your ass handed to you."

The sounds of conversation practically evaporate.

"That's right. If you step in that arena, you won't be coming out again unless you manage to tame whatever it is you're stuck with or you get mauled badly enough that me and my helpers will be forced to intervene. Which is why the practical portion of this class is strictly optional and will require anyone who decides to try their luck to sign waivers and acknowledgment slips in case something happens." A hand shoots up from the crowd. "Yes?"

"Has there been any student deaths during the practical portion of Beast Taming class?"

"There has. Twenty-four students have died during this class, either due to them being overconfident or the beast they were saddled with being more dangerous than the staff initially anticipated. But ever since I took up the position fifty years ago, there hasn't been a single fatality." Miss Selene grins at everyone's relieved expressions. "Don't worry kids, the grown-ups'll take care of you if the widdle monsters you're stuck with prove too much for you to handle."
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>>2613157
Literally made for gob dick.
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"I have a question." JoJo raises his hand. "If the practical portion of Beast Taming class is optional, then what do we get if we participate?"

"Higher marks, for one. You won't be going into an arena with a wild magic beast without proper compensation to your studies. You guys are also given the choice of keeping whatever monster you manage to tame as pets. And before you start!" Miss Selene preemptively cuts off any questions. "The College will only provide housing for your pet monster. Food and recreation will be your responsibility, and the money for that will have to come out of your own pocket."

"Yare yare daze." JoJo laughs. "And here I was, hoping for a pet wyvern."

"Are there Salamanders?" Sachi asks, damn near vibrating in her seat. "I wanna see if I can tame one!"

"I definitely wouldn't mind a tentacle monster as a pet~" Saki purrs. Sachi rolls her eyes and smacks her sister's shoulder.

"Please keep your perversion somewhere we can't see, Saki-chan. It ruins everything just being there." Sachi sighs, then smiles and turns to your roommate. "What about you, Philia? What beast would you want as a pet?"

"I-I don't think I have the funds to keep one fed even if I did want one..." the red-eyed blonde admits, with a sad laugh. Sachi's smile softens and she wraps an arm around the blonde's shoulders almost comfortingly.

"Hypothetically speaking then. If you did have enough funds to keep one fed, what kind of monster pet would you like to have?"

"..." Philia twidles her thumbs. "...A direwolf wouldn't be so bad."

"What about you Kurt?" JoJo asks you.
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>"I definitely wouldn't mind a tentacle monster as a pet~"

Dam that girl is thirsty
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I wouldn't mind gryphon...
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>>2613193
I could get behind this
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You're about to answer when Miss Selene's voice cuts through the crowd.

"Alright, enough questions from you guys because I have one myself!" she smirks. "Does anyone here have the guts to enter the arena and try their hand at taming a beast? I'll personally point out what you'll have to do in order to tame whatever monster you're going up against, and I'll give extra credit even if you get your ass whooped for trying."

The class goes silent. But from where you are, you could see a handful of students seriously considering the matter. It's hard not to; few people have the luxury to own a monster as a pet, and fewer still have the privilege to boast that they caught and tamed such a beast with their own two hands. You turn to your group of friends and find the Hasegawa sisters trading looks, with occasional glances at Philia.

"Aw c'mon! There's got to be one of you who's brave enough to do it!" Miss Selene grouses. "I'll even make it easier for you guys and let you choose which monster you'd like to try taming! Hell, I'll even fund six months worth of food for your pet if you manage to pull it off!"

>Personally volunteer
>Egg JoJo into volunteering
>Egg Saki into volunteering
>Egg Sachi into volunteering
>Egg Philia into volunteering
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>>2613194
i mean we all know that a wyrm would be best, but the most manageable with our current funds would be a gryphon.
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>>2613195
>Personally volunteer
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>>2613195
>Personally volunteer

Time to punch some monsters in the face!
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>>2613195
>Egg Philia into volunteering

She did say she had trouble with money. Besides this will be a good confidence boost for her.
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>>2613195
>Personally volunteer
>Egg JoJo into volunteering
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>>2613195
>Personally volunteer
Try and tame a powerful slime or something like a mimic.
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>Personally volunteer

time to once again show our power
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>inb4 anons vote to tame a lamia.
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>>2613195
>Personally volunteer
We get paid to beat on monsters? Sign us up!
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>>2613207
Nah, none of that monster girl business. We’re going to pick out the biggest, meanest monster they’ve got! Well ok, maybe not the biggest, since money is nice and we don’t want to have to burn it all on food, but we’ll at least pick out the meanest!
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>>2613195
Seconding >>2613200, even if it looks like everyone wants to punch wyverns more.
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You look around and finally decide that if nobody would volunteer for the task, then you shall do it yourself.

You unbutton your uniform blazer and stand, drawing gazes from everyone in attendance. Miss Selene looks at you, eyes sharp and judging even as you fully take off your blazer and start working on your neck tie.

"In the absence of willing participants, I hereby volunteer myself for the task at hand." you proclaim and tug off your tie, handing it and your blazer to a stoic JoJo. "I shall pioneer this venture to ensure whether or not it is safe enough for others to partake in the near future, as is fitting for a Fist Wizard such as myself."

"...Ah, you're the Fist Wizard brat." Miss Selene drawls. "You know the proper term is Kinetomancer, right?"

"Officially, yes. But that name fails to encapsulate the full breadth of what it is to be a wielder of both magic and martial arts." you carefully make your way out of your seating area and descend the steps to where the Elven lecturer stands. "Fist Wizard is much more fitting in my belief, as it refers to the magic style as a whole and not simply an aspect of it."

"Yeah, sure, whatever tough guy." the Elf woman chuckles. "If you're so eager to prove your magic fists against a monster with everyone watching, then by all means. But first, you'll have to pick what you'll be fighting against."

Miss Selene hands you a small hardcover book and you leaf through its contents. They display a collection of six relatively common monsters, with five pages dedicated to detailing their traits, weaknesses, and strengths. There aren't any particularly powerful monsters to choose from, likely to keep any overconfident students from dying, but they'll provide an adequate enough challenge for your skills.

>Direwolf
>Ogre
>Armadon
>Gryphon
>Mimic
>Thunderboar
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>>2613246
>Mimic
Let's get ourselves a monster that can hold all our loot!
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>>2613246
>Gryphon
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>>2613246
>Gryphon
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>>2613246
>Gryphon

Also, what the fuck is an Armadon?
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>>2613249
But we barely have any loot anon. Besides a gryphon can help us with flight and also make us able to reach different places in top speed.
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>>2613246
>>2613249
How does mimic even work in this quest QM?
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>>2613258
A dinosaur? I think.
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>>2613258
It's like a triceraptors on two legs who has a really spiky tail. That's why I'm choosing it.
>Armadon
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>>2613246
>Gryphon
Sounds like the biggest. And a flying pet would be useful.
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>>2613264
Most likely a shapeshifting monster.The weaker ones a limited to a couple of forms while the stronger ones can shapeshift at will (some even creati g the legendery castle mimics)
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>>2613246
>Gryphon
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>>2613263
We're a fist wizard though. Our main transportation should be on our own two feet. Not with the aid of another creature (unless it's dire circumstances or something)

Also we can always get loot later on. It's not like we won't find any.
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>>2613264
something like >>2613269 said. A shapeshiter that can change forms between multiple monsters with weakened versions of the form's abilities.

Powerful enough Mimics can assume the form of whatever they're fighting against, but that's not what you'll be fighting if that option wins..
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>>2613246
>Gryphon
I have a sudden irrational fear that the entirety of this arena is in fact a mimic, not unlike those house mimics in 1st edition.
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>>2613284
Kind of cool, I'm voting
>Mimic
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>>2613275
We are a fist wizard but even ae used a transport ship to come to the capital. We can't cross the continent using our feet anon.We use the mount for thay and if we fave flyong oponent it would be easier to use a gryphon to reach a flying enemy.
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>>2613246
gryphon
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>>2613296
Yeah, but the mimic can fly too seeing as it has shapeshifting abilities. (granted it's probably slower and less agile, but it could still fly us around)

Also while we did use a transport ship to reach the capital, we were also on a time limit.
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>>2613285
You’re not thinking big enough. What if the entire Academy is one gargantuan mimic?
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gryphon a mightly beat for us to form a mighty bond with
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>>2613337
you fools>>2613285
youve both been decieved!
the entire continent is one mimic
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>>2613313
But nothing garantees thay the Mimic we will get will be capable of shapeshifting into a flying mount.

>>2613337
What if every srudent clothes are actually mimics in disguise?
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>>2613343
The entire world is a mimic that is constantly moving across space, devouring other worlds?!
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>>2613350
>tfw a thin, flimsy layer of flesh is all that holds the students' mimic clothes back from going to war against the skeletons inside them
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>entire class watches as we have a mental breakdown over the mimic conspiracy
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>>2613370
Conspiracy? This is a perfectly sensible anxiety for any sane, mimic-fearing person to have!

Why are they all so blasé about this? Why are they looking at us like that? Oh gods, they're all in on it too, aren't they?

They're all mimics too, aren't they?!
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>>2613246
I vote for mimic.

>>2613370
That sounds ridiculous
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>>2613393
No anon YOU are the mimic!
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>>2613362
No John, you are the mimics.
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>>2613463
Everyone was a mimic the whole time.
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Mimics are practically harmless anons, they don't care about humans at all, if they accidentally kill someone it's always because they were attacked first.
Just igonre them and you'll be fine.
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>>2613496
That's what a mimic would say to lure us into a false sense of security.
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>>2613496
I'm sad no one wants to get a mimic. They could be anything you or they want to be. You could hide them in your pocket then throw them at someone just as they transform into a mini tarrasque.
Man how cute would a mini Tarrasque be?
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>>2613542
Exactly, mimic makes perfect pet and companion, much better than any other monster.

>>2613501
If you ever met a mimic you would know that I'm right.
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>>2613542
I think it'd be fun to have one, but we don't really know what mimics can do.
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>>2613542
Given that the mimic we would be fighting is of an unknown power level - but explicitly stated to not be powerful enough to 'assume the form of whatever they're fighting against' - it's harder to guess what we'd gain out of the fight than if we were to go against a gryphon.

Also, we're likely to progress to stronger monsters later on as part of this class, so we may as well wait for that point before we try to tame a mimic.
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>>2613561
>Miss Selene hands you a small hardcover book and you leaf through its contents. They display a collection of six relatively common monsters, with five pages dedicated to detailing their traits, weaknesses, and strengths.
>something like >>2613269 # said. A shapeshiter that can change forms between multiple monsters with weakened versions of the form's abilities.
>Powerful enough Mimics can assume the form of whatever they're fighting against, but that's not what you'll be fighting if that option wins..
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You go through the book of possible monster choices and make your decision by opening the book on the page of your chosen foe and handing it back to Miss Selene. The Elf woman looks it over and whistles appreciatively at your choice of monster, handing the book to one of her helpers who immediately scurries off to make the appropriate preparations.

"You're either incredibly dumb or have an incredibly big ego if you think you can take this thing on as you are now." your teacher comments.

"Please," you grin back. "I have taken on bigger monsters under worse conditions. I shall descend into the arena and wait there for my chosen opponent."

"You don't want to put on the safety gear?" she blinks. You scoff.

"My muscles are all the safety gear I could ever need."

"It's your ass-whooping, kid." the Elf woman chuckles and jerks a thumb over to the arena.

You walk over and vault inside, landing on the floor in a crouch. You dust off your hands as the teacher announces your chosen adversary to the rest of the class, who immediately crowd along the edge of the arena for a better look. You glance up to get a good look at your crowd of admirers and spot your friends watching you with looks that range from apprehension and outright excitement. You shoot them a thumbs up and grin as Miss Selene activates the shielding wards.

You tune out the ambient chatter as you sense something heavy being moved, followed by a muffled screech

One of the three heavy doors located within the arena shakes as something rams against it repeatedly and reinforcement runes carved into the heavy material of the doors light up.

"...and now you get to see it firsthand!" Miss Selene announces as one of her helpers relays something to her. "Man versus monster! Kinetomancer versus gryphon! Regardless of wins or loses, a good show is promised!"
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>>2613581
>Powerful enough Mimics can assume the form of whatever they're fighting against, but that's not what you'll be fighting if that option wins.
Right. But think about it. If our Mimic becomes strong enough, shadow boxing will be a thing of the pasts. We could just spar with our mimic.
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>>2613582
Aw schucks, I managed to miss his post.
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>>2613584
THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!!
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Also i just realized what the mimic we would face was going to desguise itself. The book we were given with the options? That was the mimic all along!The worst adversary for a muscle wizard!!! BOOKS!
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>>2613585
That would depend on how much of a mimic's strength is dependent on its nurture as opposed to its species.

If a mimic's capabilities are hard-capped by their species - for instance, that a chest mimic will always be a chest mimic, and a doppelganger mimic will always be a doppelganger mimic - then sparring with our mimic may never be possible.

Admittedly, from Kurt's point of view, enough training can probably level any playing field, but that's only valid in the situation that the weaker party is growing at a far greater rate than the stronger. And rather than fighting a Kinetomancer Kurt-copy, we'd still be fighting a Kinetomancer chest-copy.

>>2613629
>buying into the 'all Fist Wizards are stupid' meme
>laughing_monks.jpg
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Whatever locks that were previously holding the doors shut are unlocked and they are thrown open by your opponent's persistent shoulder rams. The beast screech-roars, avian head poised at the sky and predatory feline body stout and ready for a fight. The gryphon shakes its head and glares at you, growling furiously through the threatening ruffle of its feathered form.

You roll up your sleeves and enter a loose stance as you and the gryphon begin to circle each other. The spectators whisper excitedly and some even cheer in barely concealed anticipation, eager to witness the coming battle. Miss Selene laughs and several stone pillars rise up from the ground, reeking of magic and an obvious application of Geomancy.

"A gryphon is a flight-capable monster, meaning it can fly." the teacher says. "Since this is your first practical class, I'll tip the odds just a tiny little bit in your favor so that nobody cries foul later on."

Normally, you'd feel insulted at the help being directed your way against a ere gryphon; you've fought wyverns bare-handed and forced them out of the sky through sheer brute force. Battle a similar flight-capable creature in an enclose arena should be child's play for someone of your caliber. Not that you would vocalize this; that was just asking for Murphy's intervention and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone.

The gryphon screech-roars at you, challenging you to a fight.

You roar back, smacking your fist into an open hand and accepting the beast's call for battle.

"Ooh, looks like they're sizing each other up!" Miss Selene commentates. "This is looking to be a great brawl, boys and girls!"

The gryphon's wings spread and with three beats it is airborne. The monster's gaze barrows dangerously at you before it rears back and lunges forward. You answer with a lunge of your own, intent on meet it halfway in the middle of all the raised stone pillars.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

Roll time! Gimme the best 1d10 out of three!
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>>2613680
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>>2613680
So, I'm thinking the gryphon's main advantage here over us is its flight, allowing it to dictate the terms of engagement as it pleases.

We negate this by grappling it as soon as it enters melee range. Then, either it's grounded from our added weight, or we Los Tiburon it.
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>>2613680
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>>2613680
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>>2613680
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>>2613721
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>>2613745
>>2613721
What
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>>2613745
ok you dont need to rub salt on the wound
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>>2613584
>"You're either incredibly dumb or have an incredibly big ego if you think you can take this thing on as you are now." your teacher comments.
God, we are going to have to smug it up when we kick this thing’s ass. Getting sick of these faculty underestimating us Fist Wizards.
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The resulting clash is a powerful muted crash of two bodies ramming into each other, a deep sound that echoes across the arena like drumbeats of a northern raider galley.

With momentum, weight, and gravity on its side, the gryphon's impact overpowers your own meager charge. You skid backwards, feet digging into the arena floor for purchase as your hands try their best to grapple with the large flying beast. But you are forced to abandon you attempts at grappling to keep the monster's claws from tearing at your skin and clothes, grabbing the gryphon's forelimbs by the wrist and keeping them in place.

"And the battle begins with a crash!" Miss Selene narrates amidst the awed noises of your classmates. "The gryphon's larger size and mass have played well into its initial lunge, but the Kinetomancer is strong enough to stop it! Who knew that a Human's body was capable of such strength!"

You stop skidding and toss the gryphon to the side. While its recovering, you jump and land solid dropkick to the side of its avian face. You follow up with four-hit punch combo that cracks the monster's beak and dizzies it for a brief moment. Long enough for you to grab it by its chest feathers, hurl it over your shoulder, and slam it back first into the ground.

"Whoa, did that just happen?!" Miss Selene exclaims, clearly surprised by your display of strength. "That thing must've weighed at least half a tonne and he threw it with just his physical strength! Just how strong are you brat?!"

The beast screech-roars and rights itself. Its wings beat hard, sending gale winds and light debris crashing into you like earthen hail. You reflexively bring your arms up to shield your face, allowing the monster and back away a considerable distance.

The beast lands on one of the stone pillars and digs its claws into the top half. With a solid jerk of its limbs and another powerful beat of its wings, the pillar is ripped in two. It hovers in place, a large chunk of rock held by its front and hind limbs. The gryphon screech-roars, flips mid-air, and throws the rock chunk at you.
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

Another best of three 1d10s to see if Kurt can survive having a large rock thrown at him!
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>>2613790
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>>2613790
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>>2613790

>>2613794
>>2613795
And Kurt just bats the rock right the fuck back.
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>>2613790
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>>2613794
FIST WIZARD STRONK!
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Rolled 3, 7, 8, 3, 5, 1, 9, 3, 7, 6 = 52 (10d10)

Goddammit, my luck sucks today.
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You track the rock as it tumbles through the air and brace accordingly, legs bent just so and posture low enough to transfer as much of the force to the ground without compromising your footing.

The chunk of rock lands squarely in your arms and on your shoulder, its momentum sending your skidding back a good few feet. Your hands immediately shift positions to the far end of the rock as you hear the shocked gasps from the crowd, indicating one of two things; either they are surprised that you could pull off such a feat of physical prowess or that the gryphon is in the middle of doing something.

You are not a betting man, but you would place your money on the latter.

Before you even stop skidding, you twist on your heel, and swing the rock like an oversized club.

Your gamble paid off as you hit the gryphon's right flank, intercepting its mid-air lunge just as it was about to reach you. The sudden introduction of force to the monster's side is enough to send it off course, and the beast crashes into the shielding wards that protect the arena's wall.

Not yet done, you plant the stone chunk on the ground, rear back a leg and kick.

The gryphon barely has enough time to gape at you before the stone chunk beans it on the head. Such as the force behind your kick that the stone chunk is obliterated and the gryphon slumps bonelessly to the ground.

You look up at your spectators and find them all gaping at you in obvious amazement. Even Miss Selene, so convinced of your defeat at the claws of a feral monster, is left stupefied and attempting to mimic the facial expression of a fish on dry land.

You look back at the gryphon and find it struggling to its feet, still dazed and confused.

The perfect opportunity for a finishing move.

>Hundred Fist Rain!
>The Baldur Special!
>Tribute to LOS TIBURON!
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No rolls this time. Just Kurt, the gryphon, and you guys choosing a special move.
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>>2613891
>Tribute to LOS TIBURON!
Gotta do it to em.
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>>2613891
>Tribute to LOS TIBURON!
Wait, how do you Los Tiburon an enemy that's on the ground?
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>>2613891
>Tribute to LOS TIBURON!

Let's go boys.
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>>2613891
>Tribute to LOS TIBURON!
I can't find it on my PC, can someone post?
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>>2613896
Wait, when you say 'choosing a special move', are we choosing a finisher to end this fight specifically with, or a signature move for Kurt to use always?

>>2613910
Got you covered.
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>>2613904
Grab, jump high as fuck in the air, perform the tribute.
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>>2613918
Just this fight. Kurt's got a few special moves, but the ones in this fight are the ones he thinks would fit perfectly.
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>>2612303
She is a silly person. I like her, also link your posts together.
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how could anyone choose anything other than los tiburon
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And you have the perfect one in mind.

You walk over to the dazed gryphon, grab the scruff of its neck, and tug it after you. The monster tries to resist, but after undergoing such a beating by your hands has rendered it powerless and vulnerable to your machinations.

You tug it without to the center of the arena, under the stunned silence of your classmates. As you walk, you speak.

"I dedicate this victory to one of the greatest Fist Wizards to have ever walked the mortal plane." you start, voice bellowing. "The man who wrestled monsters and went on to grapple a mad god into submission. The wearer of the shark-finned mask, hero of the downtrodden, champion of the weak and inspiration of children everywhere now and forever."

You force the gryphon to the ground and haul it over your head. For a moment, standing under the shadow of the defeated gryphon, you feel like a figure straight out myth; the victorious hero presenting his defeated foe to the Gods as proof of his grand deeds.

But it is not over yet.

With ag great wind up and a burst of strength, you toss the gryphon skyward in an underhand throw. The beast, weakened from the battle it went through, can do nothing but limply flail in the air.

You jump after it, proclaiming the next few words that come out of your mouth.

"I dedicate this victory to the Shark of the Land! The Masked Wrestler! The Lucha!"

As you fall to the ground, you proclaim the words with all the ferocity and passion a proud Fist Wizard such as yourself can muster.

"LOS TIBURON!"

You hit the ground with an almighty crash and for a moment you see yourself in that grand struggle many centuries ago, perched atop the dragon and pinning its wings to its back. You knew you could never become as grand as the Shark of the Land, but that is fine.

You will just surpass him.
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>>2614003
Never forget the legendary hero, Los Tiburon. Stronger than any human, orc or half-orc of his era.
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>>2614003
Hmmm, we need a costume like the Great Green Shark, but what should it be.
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>>2614041
What are you on about? We fight as we are. We may take inspiration from the giants who came before us, but we do not imitate them. We walk our own path.

Besides, Los Tiburon is not the only Fist Wizard to have entered the annals of legend.
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The impact destroyed the remaining stone pillars and threw up smoke and dust, obscuring everyone's sight. It gives you just enough time to stand atop the defeated (but still living) form of the gryphon that had attempted to challenge you to a battle and assume the most fitting pose you can think of.

The dust clears to reveal you in your incredible stance, drawing forth a stunned silence from everyone in attendance.

Even Miss Selene is rendered speechless; her mind being unable to find the proper words with which to describe the utter amazement she must be feeling at this moment.

Movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you see「 Star Platinum」approach with a look of reverence and awe mixed together. It climbs atop the defeated gryphon, grabs your arm, and thrusts it upwards with a triumphant 'ORAAAAAA!'

The projection's cry is enough to rally everyone out of their stunned silence and cheer for you. They clap and whoop and whistle and scream in utter joy and awe at your incredible performance, a cacophony of adulation almost rivaling the kind celebrities and royals receive from their adoring admirers and supporters whenever they make an appearance. You allow yourself to bask in it, reasoning that some feats deserve the adulation of others.

"TAKE ME NOW GALLANT STALLION!" you hear Saki scream, and you catch her trying her damnest to tear off her uniform and leap into the arena at once.

"SAKI, FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP!" comes Sachi's reply as she struggles to keep her sister from humiliating herself further. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE PHILIA, HELP ME!"

...well, asulation from most people anyway.
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It's 2.30 AM where I'm live in and I am sleepy as all shit. I'll continue this in the morning everybody.
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>>2614081
Thanks for running Fist.

Now we need to motivate JoJo to make a show to rival our own.
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Now, consider the fact that Kurt himself acknowledged that his fists would not be enough to even scratch a Storm Wyvern, yet Selene has apparently tamed one of them.
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>>2614054
Fair point, but that still doesn't answer the question of, what should our gimmick be? We do have some intention of starting the Body Improvement club, so we could go with a Sensei look or something.
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>>2614069
>”TAKE ME NOW GALLANT STALLION!" you hear Saki scream, and you catch her trying her damnest to tear off her uniform and leap into the arena at once.
Oh god, she’s never going to leave us alone after this. Going to need to triple lock our door at night.
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>>2614090
Old timey strongman/wrestler/alex-ross-style tights.
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>>2614087
Considering she’s a waifish looking elf, I’d assume she didn’t wrestle it into submission like we just did. That said, she is probably a pretty powerful wizard.
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>>2614081
Good morning then, it is 1:46PM where I am. So I will look around qst waiting for some more good shit.
>>2614069
>"TAKE ME NOW GALLANT STALLION!" you hear Saki scream, and you catch her trying her damnest to tear off her uniform and leap into the arena at once.
God damn, she needs to get laid before she rapes us in our sleep.
>>2614097
Yeah probably, do you think Philia knows some wards?
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>>2614103
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>>2614118
Oh that's pretty good, but we are a monk, is there any good middle ground options here?
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>>2614124
We are not an eastern kinetomancer though, that's just one name for the style according to the OP and last thread, no?
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>>2614136
Kinda, but we did train under a monk, unless its like old school Christian Pugilism mixed with Glima. Would be pretty cool to take down Wyverns with it. And it means we are a BIG Guy to actually use the techniques.
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>>2614124
Thinking a bit more, if you do want to mix styles, I'd suggest Shaolin Monk lower clothing with a tight strongman upper clothing.

>>2614177
I'm pretty sure it never said Kurt trained under a monk.
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>>2614187
Monk and Master were interchangeable, I think it was around when we said hi to Gherman's......guardian.
Although I could see a Shaolin Monk style uniform working out. Though it would bring a honestly concerning problem.
It is not Saki proof. And I am not sure we can stop her from trying to break into our room when we sleep.
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>>2614198
Clearly the solution is to go in the complete opposite direction and wear as many layers as possible, only pulling them off to dramatically reveal our muscled torso when we face off against a truly worthy opponent.

Which makes it occur to me that Kurt shares a fair number of traits with pic related. Apart from the usual honor, kindheartedness and skill in hand-to-hand combat, Kurt apparently also have a propensity to getting randomly involved in other people's business.
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>>2614198
Don't think so, I just checked, there were 2 instances of the word "monk" in the last thread.
One was a player's filename, and the other was the OP listing the names for Fist Wizards around the globe.

I don't think it would make sense for Kurt to be trained under an eastern monk, considering he's in the west.
He even says:
"I have heard tales and many legends of the eastern masters and their famous arts, but you see so very little of it so far in the west.""
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>>2614238
Maybe wear extremely heavy plate armor that covers his entire body and hampers his movement.
For training purposes.
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"You think I wear this to protect myself? It's for YOUR protection!"
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>>2614238
Huh....lets hop we don't inherit a non sensical obsession with helping and favoring mob bosses
>>2614245
You do know monk is a general term, and not specifically talking about eastern trainers right? I am pretty sure this misconception is where the hangup is coming from.
>>2614251
Nah, replacing all the steel for a suit of armor would be rather expensive, plus we lose rep if we wear heavy armor when our skin is just as good if not better than most armor available.
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>>2614260
It's not a hangup.
I'm just saying that I looked for it and there are no instances of the word monk other than the opening post, I don't see where you got this idea that Kurt was trained under a monk other than their careful act among females. And from your own post, it sorta implied eastern style monk before suggesting it might be otherwise.
"Kinda, but we did train under a monk, unless its like old school Christian Pugilism".

My point is, I am open to ideas like that, I even suggested the shaolin get up, I just don't get why you are insisting the dude was trained by monks, Eastern, Christian or otherwise, when we don't know that yet.
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>>2614251
>punch an enemy
>gauntlet crumples under the force
>body check an enemy
>breastplate crumples under the force
>can't fight in the armor without destroying half of it
>can't remove the armor after a fight without destroying the rest of it
Fighting with weighted clothing to train his strength/give his himself a handicap totally sounds like something Kurt would do, though.
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>>2614287
Perfect solution.
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>>2614287
Weighted clothing is very Shounen-y, but I dig it.
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>>2614069
>that image
See now I want there to be a quartet of students specializing in Sonimancy. When the inevitable "school gets attacked bby evil dickheads" arc happens, their contribution to the defenses is summoning and controlling a gods-damned dragon through the power of funk.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spm5-SXo4Do

>>2614304
Punch-magic is already pretty Shoneny, anon. I mean the only other Kinetomancer we've met is a fucking JoJo. And I fully expect his grandfather to be Best JoJo (fite me).
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>>2614657
>sonimancy
I want Jotaro to pull this move off
https://youtu.be/smqNtbi7ma0?t=4m37s
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>>2614676
In case you watch it in the embedded version, it's mark 4:37
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>>2614657
Shapeshifting, ageless Sonimancer instructor when?
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I'm back mah niggas!

Net part'll be up soonish!
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>>2615471
WOOOOOOOO, LETS FIST SOME SHIT!
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>>2615471
Time to try survive Saki's sexual harrasment.
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"...I don't even." Miss Selene mumbles as you return to the stands, receiving your blazer and tie from JoJo. "You wrestled a gryphon bare-handed into submission with brute physical strength. What did you do before you enrolled here? Hell what did you EAT?"

"I learned what I know from a great teacher, and underwent a rigorous training regimen every day to keep my physical abilities honed ma'am. As for food, well, one would be surprised at how easy it is to cook monster meat." you grin at her. "Besides, this is not the first time I faced a gryphon. My hometown near Mount Schlidn after all, so battling flight-capable monsters are a semi-frequent occurrence."

"Schlidn? You live there?" the elf woman gapes. "I thought that place was a monster hot-spot!"

"Persistence, determination, and having an entire population capable of defending themselves goes a long way to ensuring the continued existence of a town in the face of frequent monster attacks." you point out. "It also helps that my teacher and I live there. A pair of Fist Wizards are excellent deterrents against most threats after all, and--"

Your next words are cut off by Saki tackling your, arms wrapping around your head and pulling you into her bosom. The sudden introduction of force is enough to send you staggering two steps backwards, arms flailing for balance.

"Kurt~" the Oriental temptress whispers breathlessly as she pulls away. "Your performance was incredible, you stallion."

"Saki?" you blink and grab her waist, trying to pull her off you. "Please let go."

"Yesssss..." the young woman clings onto to you tighter. "Say my name again~. Hold me tighter~."
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>>2615609
do the whole extended arm push away trick
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>>2615609
#metoo
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>>2615590
No Anon, we must follow the Fist
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>>2615609
Bloody hell woman, why are you so damn thirsty all the time?!
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>>2615648
I bet Saki would love that we fistted her.
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>>2615659
She's a water mage, you'd think she wouldn't be.
Or maybe that just gets her wet over anything.
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>>2615668
Holy shit I 100% wouldn't doubt that. She said earlier that she would love a tentacle monster
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>>2615684
Maybe she is from the desert in the east? It would explain her thirst
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>>2615609
BEGONE, THOT!
Her sister is superior.
>>2615694
And also the importance of water magic!
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"Saki, get off of him!" you hear Sachi say and the young woman clinging to you is tugged back. But her grip is firm and she refuses to let go, even if her look of inappropriate desire is loses some of its potency. "You're embarrassing yourself, woman! Let go!"

"But I don't wanna~" she leans in and boops her nose against yours. "Mama likes what she sees and she doesn't want to let it get away~"

Your grip on her gains a slight frantic edge as you try to push her off. But to your horror, you find that the harder you try to push the young Oriental woman away, the more insistent she becomes in cling onto you. She even makes entirely indecent noises in the back of her throat that make you think of a dozen indecent things before your ironclad self-control reasserts itself.

By the Gods, why is this woman so insistent in getting into your pants?!

Luckily, salvation arrives in the form of Philia and「 Star Platinum」; with the former prying apart Saki's vice-like fingers and the projection scooping her away with a solid arm around her mid-section. Freed, you back away and try your best to interpose your roommate between yourself and the crazy she-devil trying bed you against your will.

"This won't stop me!" Saki cackles in the projection's grip. "I'll get you eventually Kurt~"

Sachi smack's her sister's head, scolding her with their mother tongue as「 Star Platinum」holds the temptress in place. Everyone watching is either laughing or glaring enviously at you or Saki. You don't blame them, but come on! Couldn't they show you a mediocum of pity?!

"Are you okay, Kurt?" Philia asks.

"I-I'm fine. Great. Not at all affected by it." you nod, feeling proud at managing to keep the stammer out of your voice.

"Yare yare daze," Jotaro speaks up from beside you. "What a wanton young woman. What did you do to her Kurt?"

>I don't know, but I wish I could undo it!
>Maybe someone cursed her with something?
>Nothing bad, I suppose. I'm used to it.
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>>2615710
Her sister mentioned burning dicks so I'll pass. Nice tsun though.
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>>2615710
i think her sister is targeting Philia.
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>Maybe someone cursed her with something?
This would make SO MUCH SENSE
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>>2615713
>Maybe someone cursed her with something?
Thank them for their help.
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>>2615713
>I don't know, but I wish I could undo it!
>Maybe someone cursed her with something?
innocent country boy powers activate
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>>2615713
>Maybe someone cursed her with something?

That would be interesting. Maybe she upseted someone and now she can't control her insticts.
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>>2615713
> i dont know
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>>2615713
>I don't know, but I wish I could undo it!
>Maybe someone cursed her with something?
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>>2615713
>Nothing bad, I suppose. I'm used to it.
Bitches love the ART OF MANLINESS PASSED DOWN THE VANDER LINE FOR GENERATIONS!
>>2615715
Not her fault she got "the talk" from her sister's creepy rapesmut, and is therefore terrified of sex. We just need to show her how awesome Heterosexual sex in the missionary position followed by cuddles and hand holding is!
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>>2615713
>maybe she’s cursed. Such a young mind shouldn’t be tainted with such thoughts of impurity.
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What does Kurt look like, anyway?
All I can imagine is Braum. Accent and all.
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>>2615866
That is actually perfect.
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>>2615866
But with hair, maybe?
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>>2615900
That face looks like it was taken in profile and mirrored.
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>>2615889
I think of him like the protag from Demi-chan
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>>2615909
it's from the new "Fist of The Blue Sky," a spin off of Fist of The North Star. It's absolutely horrendously disgusting.

I think Kurt looks like either pick related or like Alex Louis Armstrong from FMA. Basically like >>2615866 . Maybe blond
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>>2615917
Is that bowtie pinned to his trachea?
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>>2615933
'tis a tattoo!
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>>2615933
he's holding it in place with his upper pecs
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>>2615948
>>2615933
It's staying there through sheer fear of falling off and disappointing him
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I know it won't be a popular suggestion, but he was a handsome dude
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"I honestly have no clue and I would sincerely stop it if I could, but I cannot." you sigh dejectedly. "Maybe she was cursed by some foul party and forced to act purely on her base desires until she learns some obscure lesson about propriety?"

"...That was weirdly specific." Philia comments.

"It is the only possibility that fits!" you throw your hands up as Miss Selene comes in and break up the two sisters. "What else could drive a person into committing such impure actions with such lasciviousness? The only other possibility is that she is doing all this willingly, in which case I truly pity whomever is brave enough to ask for her hand at marriage."

"I's pity whoever asks her out on a date." Jotaro agrees. "She would wring the poor bastard dry in hours."

"Come on you two," Philia admonishes. "It's not right to talk about someone like that, especially when they're right there."

"I do not hear you disagreeing with us, however." you chuckle and Philia's face gains a slight shade of pink.

"W-What I think on this and what the two of you are talking about are entirely unrelated, so be quiet and let me lecture you!" Philia grumps. You and JoJo share a chuckle and the blonde flushes in further embarrassment. "I said be quiet!"

"Sorry about that." Sachi says, approaching the group. Saki is there with her, but「 Star Platinum」stands not far behind with both eyes glued onto her in case she tries something. "Saki's all better now."

"Are you sure?" JoJo comments. "She looks like she trying hard not to jump Kurt's bones."

"Sorry about that everyone. I guess Kurt's display of manliness affected me more than I thought." Saki smiles apologetically. "I'll try to keep myself from reacting like that again, but I cannot give a solid guarantee because, well. Kurt."

"What about me?" you cock a brow. Saki shrugs.

"You know. Just you being you."

"I do not understand."

"I don't think you want to." Philia adds.
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>>2615866
I see him as major Armstrong.
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>>2615978
Like it better than baldy.
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>>2615981
>I don't understand
He's too pure
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>>2615981
the best protag
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"Alright, that's enough horsing around for the lot of you!" Miss Selene calls out. "You guys have another half-hour with me, but I've already given you all everything I could for your first class and I have a gryphon to fix for Mister Vander, so I suppose I could just let you all out early." she sighs as the class breaks into excited murmuring and a few cheers. "Brats, all of you. A century as a teacher and somehow I still haven't accepted that yet. Dismissed all of you. Vander, come here for a second."

You trade a few looks with your group of friends and head to the teacher as the arena helpers proceed into the arena to commence clean up. She gives you a conciliatory look offers a hand.

"I..." she bites her lip. "I apologize for thinking you wouldn't be able to handle the gryphon."

You blink and grin a megawatt smile, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. It makes you feel good knowing you got her to admit that your skills surpassed her own expectations and whatever preconceptions she had on Fist Wizards were shattered by your performance today.

"Apology accepted ma'am." you say, keeping your voice low and humble. "You did not expect me to excel so well against the gryphon after seeing so many fail to do the same, so I hold no ill-will." you let a tiny bit of smugness leak into your voice. "After all, such small mistakes are to be expected from someone who cannot distinguish a Kinetomancer from a Fist Wizard."

"You keep up that smugness and I'll shoot an arrow up your ass." the elf woman grumbles, flushing a little in embarrassment. You laugh.

"Many have tried. Thus far, all have failed." you smirk. "You can try your hand at it as well, but do not get your hopes up.

Miss Selene grumbles more and waves you away, and you take that option as dismissal. You turn and walk away, rejoining your group and following them out of the arena.
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being called away to help grandma with the chores. brb in an hour
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>>2616082
>she bites her lip.
>flushing a little in embarrassment

oh no the teacher is on the harem wagon too
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>>2616082
>"Many have tried. Thus far, all have failed."
But... why the ass?
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>>2616109
>inb4 our teacher is
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>>2616098
Pls no more people in the Harem, we alredy have too much
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>>2616085
Go help that woman man! We will be here anyway.
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>>2616121
*not enough
fixed it for you
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>>2616098
Just wait till she hears how we can take down wyverns with our bare hands, and that griffins were just the training targets. My only question after that is if that soaked panties sliding down are natural or if Saki was helping things along.
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>>2616109
It's a big target
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>>2616121
Pffft. That sounds like quitter talk.
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>>2616035
>Eugen Sandow
My nigga.
The man's known as the Father of Modern Bodybuilding for a god damned REASON!
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>>2616167
I really want to know How in the fuck are we gonna deal with all these girls at the end?
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>>2616223
I mean, i don't want Kurt to be the classical harem protag
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>>2616229
Well, to be fair, at the moment Saki's the only once actively pursuing us. We're residing with Philia, so some feelings could develop there, but there's hardly a guarantee. Maybe we'll just become friends and leave each other's company better people, who knows. And I'd rather we not get any closer to "I'll castrate you with fire" then we already are, and she doesn't seem terribly interested in us.
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>>2616271
That's a really great point sir.
Nothing really has happened YET, i say that we must focus on what we want Kurt to do from now on.
There's plenty options at least
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>>2616271
Sachi may turn into a Tsundere for Jotaro

She could also turn into a lesbro.
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>>2616271
>doesn't seem terribly interested in us.
Tsundere man, she's 100% grade A tsundere

and Philla is definitely into us from all the blushing and stuttering she does around us. She is probably not the type to be so brash like the hentai twins and would rather be the one approached than the one who approaches.

I have like five tabs open and I've been trying to reply to this for the last ten minutes but all the other quests are running right now D:
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>>2616343
It could be that Philia's into us, but it could also be that she's extremely shy, as her prior interactions, with, well, everyone, seem to indicate.
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>>2616408
True.. but you have to hope
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>>2616085
Hope that QM Grandma is ok, its been past 2 hours
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>>2616640
probably had to drive there or had to do something he wasn't expecting to take as long as it has.
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>>2616640
She's fine, thanks for the concern anon. The chores turned out to include replacing a faulty sink is all, nothing worrying.

Next part'll be up soonish, so sit tight.
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>>2616664
That's nice to hear.
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>>2616664
Oh, thats good to hear man :)
Also, hype
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You and your merry troupe follow your fellow classmates as they traverse through college grounds. The next class, Mana Manipulation, wasn't due for another two hours plus an additional half-hour due to Miss Selene letting everyone out early and thus you are left with some free time to use at your leisure.

Almost everyone immediately splits up into their own separate groupies and head off to do their own things, but you spy most of them heading back to the dorms.

You can't fault them for their desire to resume sleeping; you hated waking up early to attend your teacher's lessons when you first started upon the path of Fist Wizardry. Had you not gotten used to the act of waking early, you're sure you would be among those trudging back to their dorm rooms for a quick nap between classes. Hell, you might even lay down under a tree somewhere to nap there instead.

"So we have a two hour break period before our next class." Sachi starts. "Anyone have any plans until then?"

"I'd like browse the library, personally." JoJo says.

"Nerd." Saki teases.

"So I have a preference for reading, what about it?" JoJo laughs. "It's not my fault I find books interesting to browse through."

"It sort of is, but whatever." Sachi giggles. "Well, I for one would like to wander around the college and get a feel for the terrain so that I don't get lost. Maybe see what other facilities they have too; never know what you might find in a Magic College."

"I think I'll join Jotaro." Saki decides. The hat garbed young man takes a large step away from the Oriental young woman and summons「 Star Platinum」to his side. The temptress laughs and bats her lashes at him. "Aww, why so defensive? Are you scared of a helpless young woman, Jotaro-kun?"

"After your display with Kurt, I doubt anyone wouldn't be a little defensive around you." JoJo shoots back. Saki pouts, and you chuckle at the byplay.

"What about you Philia?" you ask your roommate. "Do you have anywhere you'd want to go to?"

The blonde perks up and opens her mouth to speak. But before any words come out, a loud gurgle cuts her off and stills any sort of playful jestering between your group of friends. You blink once, twice, and think about what could possibly cause such a noise before noticing the heavy blush on the red-eyed blonde's face. You grin and pat her back as the Hasegawa sisters erupt into laughter.

"It seems your stomach has spoken for you." JoJo supplies, then looks at you. "What about you Kurt? Want to go anywhere?

>The library with JoJo and Saki
>The dining hall with Philia
>The dorm room to nap a bit
>Wandering the college grounds with Sachi
>Somewhere else?
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>>2616774
>The dining hall with Philia
Oh yeah baby, gotta eat big to get bigger.
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>>2616774
>The dining hall with Philia
All that workout has given us an appetite.
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>>2616774
Lets eat some meat BOI
>The dining hall with Philia
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>>2616774
>The dining hall with Philia
Did we even eat anything today?
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>>26qrong16831
We had 2 Breakfasts if I'm not wrong
Before and after our morning training
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>>2616774
>The dining hall with Philia
They will regret taking us in, when they see our food bill.
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>>2616843
yeah
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>>2614251
I like this idea. Make the armor thick so we get strong like Rock Lee.
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>>2616906
You should read>>2614287
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>>2616935
I did and I loved it
Maybe it's possible to find someone who can enchant the training armor to be heavier.
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>>2616843
Maybe we need to eat more caloriee to maintain our body and potentially get more gains later in the day?
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I'm goin to sleep its 3 AM here, if i miss something i'll read it tomorrow, good game everyone
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Every time someone suggests weighted training clothes it bugs me. If you really want to build up strength you would wear a suit of resistance bands. Weighted clothing would just put lots of weight on your shoulders, and around the joints. What you want is for all of your movements to require more energy and effort which while weighted clothes would achieve it would do so unevenly. Literally just wear bigass rubber bands. As for speed training (and I don't mean running fast I mean snap movements, like punches) you just continuously perform the action so your muscles get used to the movement. Which Kurt already does with his shadow boxing.

C'mon guys, it's like you want to damage your joints and pull down your bone structure.
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>C'mon guys, it's like you want to damage your joints and pull down your bone structure.
Uuuuuhhhhh.....

Well anyways pic related. Something like this?
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>>2617033
no, something like this
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>>2617033
Despite how goofy it looks, pretty much. I know people just want the weighted clothes for the dramatic take off moment. DB dies hard. We'll obviously still pump iron. Weight training and resistance training are both important for building muscle. Each does different things and specialize in other stuff.
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"I am quite famished myself." you say. "The battle against the gryphon in Miss Brightwood's class was not especially tiring, but it did create pit of hunger in my gullet that demands I fill it with food. And I've heard that food eaten in company tastes better than if it's eaten alone."

"Aww," Sachi smiles.

"Mou, you're so unfair Kurt-kun." Saki pouts. "You don't talk sweetly to me like that. Why does Philia get the special treatment?"

"You can wink at a crowd and have a dozen people willing to bend over backwards for you. You don't need his special treatment." JoJo points out, 「 Star Platinum」nodding in wholehearted agreement. "Now let's go. I want to get a good look at what books are available in the library."

"Okay." Saki sashay's away, winking at you. "See you guys later~"

"I guess I'm on my own then." Sachi grins. "I'll meet up with you guys in class, okay?"

"Of course." Philia nods. "Have fun."

"You as well girl!" Sachi giggles and skips away, leaving you and your roommate alone. A moment of silence passes before you turn to Philia.

"Shall we be off then?" you grin at the blonde, who nods readily.

"Let's." she smiles. "I wonder if the dining hall is open so early in the day. Usually, there would be designated eating times for the students to follow but we weren't given anything of the sort during orientation."

"True." you nod. "My guess is that there is a permanent roster of cooks stationed in the kitchen, who serve food in a grand buffet. It would certainly be simple and allow for easier access for students and staff members during lunch periods, but it raises the risk of wastage for funding and food ingredients."
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>>2617091
Magic...the anwser is magic.
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It doesn't you and Philia long to reach the heavy doors leading into the dining hall and they open easily to one good push. The large room is occupied by a small handful of students of both magic and mundane fields, diligently going over notes or tucking into meals. Contrary to your expectations, there is no open buffet set up nor are there any staff members delivering food from the kitchens. You inquire why from one of the other students present.

"Apparently, there's been a surprise staff meeting called and everyone not involved in teaching classes have been called in." the student tells you. "It won't take too long, but until it's finished everyone'll have to do themselves what the college support usually does for them."

"Which means we will either have to cook our own meals or wait until the support staff conclude their meeting." you summarize.

"Basically, yeah." the student nods and point at the kitchen entrance. "There's already someone in there if you're too nervous about trespassing, so they should be able to help you if you want to try your hand at cooking something."

"I see. Thank you for the help." you nod back and turn to Philia. "Do you wish to wait or cook for yourself?"

"Cook." the blonde says, voice firm but eye glimmering with excitement. "I haven't touched a proper cooking stove in years and I want to brush up on my culinary skills."

The excited blonde leads the way into the kitchen, where you find the other student inside making preparations to roast a whole chicken. He freezes when he sees you enter, before resuming stuffing the paultry item.

"Hey there." he greets. "There's ingredients in the pantry and freezer. Try not to break anything or else the kitchen staff will have your head."

"Would you like anything specific Kurt?" Philia asks as she takes off her blazer and dons an apron.

>Anything's fine
>I would like... (specify food with pic)
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>>2617282
>Anything's fine
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>>2617282
>I would like... (specify food with pic)
Some spaghetti squash with shredded chicken or pork.
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>>2617282
>I would like...
>...to cook my own meal.

It would be rude to push our work onto Philia.
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>>2617302
This but I still want to make the squash
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>>2617282
>Anything's fine
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>>2617340
Okay anon. Let’s make some squash
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>>2617282
>Surprise me.
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"Anything will be fine, so long as it is in a large serving." you say, sitting down.

You see no reason to stop someone who genuinely wants to hone their skills in the kitchen, and personally you were not the best when it comes to culinary pursuits. Bone-breaking fists are of no use in a setting that would require a more delicate touch, it seems. but fortunately, you wouldn't have to settle for whatever mediocre product your rough hands would make.

"Mm!" your roommate nods and heads off to start cooking.

You watch her work from your spot at the table, chin resting on the palm of your hand. There is an exuberance to your roommate that you can't quite place, an air of genuine happiness that is a clear indicator of someone being in a good mood.

Your eyes travel along her figure, noting how nice she looks in the college uniform. You likely didn't see it earlier due to the blazer obscuring her curves and

You blink yourself out of your stupor and pinch your cheek, breaking yourself out of the staring spiel you've found yourself in. You are a Fist Wizard, and good Fist Wizards don't go around staring at their female friends however lovely they may be. You are the master of your mind and body, and to have succumb to your base desire like that is shameful to the nth degree!

"She looks good in that apron, doesn't she?"

You start and start at the other student who you find sitting across from you. Appears t have finished stuffing his chicken if the whole bird roasting in the oven is any indication. Looks past you and stares unabashedly at Philia with eyes that glint with... understanding?

"Are you perhaps infatuated with her?" you ask. The young man blinks at you and chuckles.

"No. Well, maybe a little, but not in the way you'd think." He shakes his head. "She reminds me of someone I knew, only happier and younger."
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"You words sound fondly nostalgic. You must hold this person you speak of in high regard, then." you offer a hand. "Kurt Vander, Fist Wizard."

"Ooh, you're the guy who beat the crap out of that gryphon, right?" the young man grins and takes you offered hand. "I'm Mellow. Mellow Proudmoore. I've gotta say, you put up one hell of a performance back in the beast taming arena. How'd you get so swole, man? It can't just be the exercise through and through; there's gotta be supplements mixed in there somewhere."

"A true Fist Wizard does not rely on supplements to master their bodies; hard work, proper eating, and sufficient meditation is key." you puff out your chest in pride. "Only weaklings use shortcuts such as supplements. Being a Fist Wizard requires one to not be a weakling in the first place, for the path to martial enlightenment is frought with all manner of pain. Enduring through the pain builds character, another essential facet to a Fist Wizard's existence."

"Mm-hm." Mellow nods. "So non-stop exercise and magic practice?"

"And protein rich food. You cannot gain musclemass without protein, after all." you wag a finger.

"Right." Mellow affirms. "Mind if I ask you something?"

"Not at all. By all means, go ahead." you nod.

"There's a practice arena on college grounds that's open every day and my sword skill's getting a little rusty. And this is the first time I've ever met a Kinetomance so..." he shrugs. "Care for a spar after classes? It's a good way to blow off some steam and let out some stress."

>Agree
>Decline
>Agree, but...(specify terms)
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>>2617660
>Agree
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>>2617660
>Agree
train, Train, TRAIN!
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>>2617654
>Agree
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>>2617002
I'm back :)
>>2617660
>Agree
I'm guessing he's some kind of nobleman, or something like it. Maybe that will be the hardest fight yet.
But what if it is? What's the problem? Theres no shame in loss, we can only gain from it
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"I see no reason to decline an invitation to spar, especially from someone who is itching for a fight." you grin at Mellow. "Perhaps you can actually pose an actual challenge compared to everything I have faced so far."

"Careful, pride comes before the fall." Mellow cautions, voice mirthful. "The next thing you know, you'll be sprawled back first on the dirt."

You continue to trade humorous comments and little jokes with Mellow and find that he is quite the animated person. He rarely lets the silences stretch for too long and adds gestures to further reinforce his dialogue or place extra emphasis on the subject he is talking about. Thus far, he has talked about his likes, how his stay has been so far, and compared the spell structure between a normal mage and a Fist Wizard using input you helpfully provide.

Such is the enthusiasm shared between you and him that you fail to notice Philia approach until she sets down a large bowl filled to the brim with fragrant spaghetti in front of you.

One inhalation of the dish in front of you is enough to make you salivate, and the food looks stunning. If Mellow's envious look is of any indication, then he too must be thinking the same thing. You manage to tear your gaze from the bowl and turn to Philia, finding her smirking with a plate in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.

"And for the finishing touch..." she uses the tongs to grab hold of something on the plate and places it atop the pile of spaghetti. "A meatball."

It is enormous. Far too large, too voluminous, too dense to be considered a mere meatball. Indeed, it resembles a heap of cooked meat.
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>>2617725
Fuuuuuuck, that looks good, this is breakfast from a beautiful blonde.
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>>2617725
What kind of meat is tha-
You know what? I don't want to know JUST EAT IT Kurt, Make Philia Happy
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>>2617725
Ask her where she learned to cook. Also that looks amazing.
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>>2617654
>personally you were not the best when it comes to culinary pursuits. Bone-breaking fists are of no use in a setting that would require a more delicate touch, it seems. but fortunately, you wouldn't have to settle for whatever mediocre product your rough hands would make.
I feel like Kurt would be the type that can't cook anything particularly delicious, but will cook something at least edible with whatever ingredients he has to hand.

Because if he's exhausted himself too much to hunt after tearing apart a massive swarm of basilisks, and the only thing he has to hand is seventeen basilisk livers, then he's damn well going to make himself dinner out of seventeen basilisk livers.
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"Kurt, I am so jealous of you right now man." Mellow admits without shame. "Dude, that thing looks beautiful. How'd you make it, miss?"

"Trade secret." Phili smirks as she takes off her apron. "I made some extra too if you want some... uh..."

"Mellow. Mellow Proudmoore." Mellow rises and shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Philia. You got to know Kurt while I was cooking?" Philia inquires as she heads back to where she was cooking, picking up a plate to serve herself some of her own food. "

"Indeed he did." you nod at her back, waiting for her to seat herself before tucking into your meal. "He invited me to a spar after classes concluded. He seemed like a tightly wound spring, so I agreed to help ease off some of the tension that must be building up in him. He appeared to need it."

"Dude, did you have to make it sound dirty?" Mellow complains.

"What do you mean?" you blink. "I was merely implying that you possessed some pent up energy and that our spar would relieve you of it in the most productive fashion. How would that sound improper?"

"...You know what, never mind. I think my chicken's just about done." Mellow rises out of his chair and walks over to one of the ovens, presumably to check on his meal. At the same time, Philia sits beside you, her own bowl of spaghetti possessing less noodles but corwned by an equally enormous meatball. "Hey, wait for me! My chicken's almost done!"

"Don't worry, we will." Philia giggles, poking her meatball with a fork and turning to you. "So what did you and Mellow talk about, Kurt?"

"We covered a handful of topics in depth; his likes, how the college dorms were like for him, and the spellwork structure of Fist Wizards compared to normal mages." you nod. "He is quite the conversationalist."

Moments later, Mellow arrives with his roasted whole chicken and sets the entire thing on the table with a satisfying 'clack' of ceramic against wood. The smell is heavenly, but nowhere near as nice as the meal Philia prepared (in your humble opinion).
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"Well, looks like everyone's here." Mellow smiles. "Let's tuck in!"

Philia giggle and demurely gets started on eating her bowl of spaghetti. Mellow outright tears off a drumstick of his chicken and takes a deep bite out of it with a satisfied growl. You stare at your own dish with something akin to apprehension and uncertainty before brushing it off. Philia made this for you, so you will honor her efforts by enjoying it as best you can.

With a knife and fork, you cut off some meatball, wrap it around a wad of spaghetti, and spoon it into your mouth.

The few handful of chews squeeze out the juices contained within the meat, supercharging the tomato sauce with an extra kick of flavor. The noodles are just the right balance between springiness and softness that chewing through them is less of a hassle and more of a calming cycle.

You swallow the mouthful of Philia's spaghetti and sigh contentedly.

"I have not eaten food this amazing since I was first introduced to the concept of spaghetti." you mumble, awestruck. "Philia, you are a culinary goddess and you have earned your first devout worshipper."

"O-Oh, uhm..." Philia fidgets, smiling shyly. "Thank you."

"No way, really?" Mellow swallows his mouthful of chicken. "Lemme get a taste of that."

You let him cut off a piece of your meatball and spoon it into his mouth. His eyes dilate as he chews, then gets teary-eyed as he swallows. He turns to Philia and puts his head on the table.

"Kitchen Goddess." he intones solemnly. "You have my eternal gratitude for showing me the greatest tasting dish I have ever tasted."

"P-Please, b-both of you, stop!" Philia blushes hard and covers her face. "Y-You're embarrassing me! Quit it!"
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wait, fak, i forgot the dialogue options

>Where did you learn to make this?
>What ingredients did you use?
>Could you cook for us again sometime?
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>>2617775
>Where did you learn to make this?
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Who agrees on calling Philia Kitchen Goddess from now on? at least until someone asks about it.
Or she seriously asks us to stop
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>>2617775
>Where did you learn to make this?
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>>2617775
>Where did you learn to make this? Kitchen Goddess
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>>2617798
I am 100% for this
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>>2617775
>Where did you learn to make this?
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>>2611420
We can always learn how to punch gundams
>THE SCHOOL OF THE UNDEFEATED EAST!
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>>2617775
>where did you learn to make this?
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"Perhaps we will indeed cease singing our praises to your culinary brilliance if you answer this question." you swallow another mouthful of nirvana before speaking. "Where did you learn to make this delicious dish?"

"Yeah girl, it looks like something straight out of a restaurant. Or at least a professional kitchen." Mellow pitches in. "Hell, this food looks fit for royalty! Where'd you learn to cook so good?"

"I-It's nothing special, really. I just learned the recipes from my mother and tweaked the ingredients a little depending on what I have to use. More seasoning for low-quality ingredients and longer cooking times for tougher meats or vegetables." Philia explains. "It took me a couple of tries, but I managed to nail down the right seasoning-to-ingredient ratio after a few years."

"So your mother taught you how to cook?" Mellow smiles. "The two of you must be close."

"Yes..." Philia nods, but you note that she doesn't meet the young man's gaze. "Yes, we were."

Mellow blinks, glances at you, and gives you a questioning look. You shake your head and mouth 'later', knowing that this matter isn't yours to disclose.
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The three of you continue making light conversation as you eat, with Mellow doing most of the talking and Philia answering most of his queries. You interject every now and then to supply helpful details that both parties overlooked, occasionally calling Philia Kitchen Goddes by 'mistake'. The blonde sees through your attempts at faking, and punishes you by steal parts of your meatball and giving them to Mellow.

In the face of the Kitchen Goddess' wrath, you cease your attempts at teasing and simply eat.

You three finish your meals half an hour before class and immediately head there without the slightest delay. This time, you traverse up a flight of stairs to the top floor of the main class building and arrive at a hallway with three doors located far away from each other.

Once again, Philia takes charge and guides you and Mellow to the right door, opening and granting you entry to the lecture hall for Mana Manipulation.

The classroom is furnished with chairs and tables bolted to the floor, arranged in a descending configuration where the lecturer's desk sits in front of a giant blackboard while student seats and tables are slightly elevated and grant them an almost theater-esque way to view the proceedings.

Your eyes sweep the crowd and immediately find the people you seek
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"JoJo!" you call out, arm raised in greeting. "Sachi and Saki as well!"

"Kurt." the young Joestar nods. "I see you've made it in time and in one piece. Did you eat well?"

"Most certainly!" you laugh. "Philia is a most extraordinary cook, and her meals are simply divine! You must try it sometime! All of you should!"

"Kurt!" Philia hisses.

"And thus the cult of the Kitchen Goddess grows." Mellow snickers, stepping forward. "Hiya. I'm Mellow Proudmoore. Bumped into these two in the kitchen while I was in the middle of prepping a chicken to cook and I got caught up in their shenanigans. Nice to meet you guys."

"Ooh~" Saki licks her lips. "Kurt, you just keep finding all the good ones on't you?"

"Keep it in your pants Saki-chan." Sachi sighs. "Please? I don't think I can stand another one of your lust-episodes and Mellow doesn't look like the kind of person who'd appreciate being turned into a boy toy." the fiery Hasegawa sister shoots an apologetic look at Mellow. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Sachi and the girl in blue is my sister Saki. We're from the Orient."

"And I'm Jotaro Joestar." JoJo nods at Mellow. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, all of you!" Mellow grins. Said grin falters when Saki saunters to him, followed by a grumbling Sachi and a freshly materialized「 Star Platinum」.Philia remains behind to help Sachi while you take a seat beside JoJo.

"So, did anything interesting happen to you?" you ask. JoJo blinks and turns to you.

"I bumped into one of our upperclassmen, Vivio Talhausser. Do you know her?" at your nod, JoJo winces. "She challenged me to a spar after class at the practice arena later and threatened to drag me there herself if I didn't show up."
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>>2618143
Who is Vivio Talhausser again?
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You feel a bit of worry for your friend; from what you remember of Joshua's talk last night, the Devil's Daughter had her mother's power and wasn't afraid to hold back in a spar.「 Star Platinum」is a powerful projection, but JoJo is just a squishy human; if Miss Talhausser manages to bypass it and close the distance...

"Would you require some assistance, then?" you offer. "I have a spar with Mellow around the same time as your challenge with Miss Talhausser. I may be able to convince him to help arrange for an accident to occur and conveniently turn your fight into a three against one scenario."

JoJo mulls your words over and you see his eyes gleam with potential ideas. His face twitches, and you can guess that he is seriously considering your offer.

But in the end, he shakes his head and pats your shoulder.

"「 Star Platinum」and I are tough cookies. I'll figure out a way to get out of my problem in one piece."

"She's the Devil's Daughter, you understand." you press. JoJo winces, though it's much less pronounced.

"...Yeah, I know." he sighs. "Okay, you can help, but only as a last resort and when I'm out of options. I don't want you to stick your necks out for me when we barely know each other."

"You are a Fist Wizard." you say plainly. "To help others is one of the main reasons why we got our powers in the first place."
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>>2618161
The daughter to the most powerful mage in the Vermillion Empire. A reckless Kinetomancer who incorporates lasers into her punches
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>>2618169
No wonder the name sounded familiar- did you say lasers?
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>>2618165
Hype
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>>2618165
Damn, Jotaro gets all the luck.

At least we can be his second. You know, in the, uh, off chance he doesn't win.
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Your words prompt a smile from JoJo and he nods his head to you as your other four friends settle down when the lecturer walks in. The girls occupy the desk in front of you while Mellow seats himself to your right, sanwiching you between him and JoJo.

The lecturer for Mana Manipulation class is none other than Gehrman, your wheelchair bound dorm warden with an Eldritch guardian angel. He wheels himself to the lecturer's stage and parks himself in the very center of it. He gestures, and a piece of chalk floats upwards from its place at the bottom of the board to start sketching.

"Greetings young'uns and welcome to your first Mana Manipulation class. I will be your teacher, Gehrman Luna. I am also your dorm warden, so be sure to remember that during the duration of this class." he clears his throat. "Now, before we go on, I would like to cover a few basic things of note to ensure everyone is up to date. Could a volunteer tell me what mana is defined as?"

"It is defined as ambient energy that is produced by living things and the world itself." one student answers. "It is an energy source similar to the oxygen produced by plants, or the carbon dioxide exhaled by people and animals."

"A proper answer. Good." Gehrman nods. "Could someone else tell me how the manipulation of mana is possible?"

"It is the result of an individual possessing the Spark, which is a mutation in a soul that allows its wielder to spread their influence into the ambient mana, guiding it into creating a desired effect or outcome." Another student answers. "The range and depth of a Spark-wielder's influence is enhanced further through the use of Aetherite, a mineral formed in deposits located under two opposite-flowing Leylines."

"Good, good." Gehrman nods. "And could someone tell me the differences between a normal mage and a Kinetomancer?"

You and JoJo exchange looks. He has half a mind to stand up and answer, but he is will to let you take the lead.

>Let JoJo answer
>Answer Gehrman yourself
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I'll continue this in a bit; it's 4 AM now and I'm ttttiiiiirrrreeeeeeeddddd.

Laters.
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>>2618248
>Let JoJo answer
No need to hog the spotlight if he wishes to answer.
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>>2618252
>tired
reeeeeeeeeeeeeee

get rested OP, thanks for running!
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>>2618258
Also this
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>>2618248
>Let JoJo answer
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>>2618248
>Let JoJo answer
We’ll back him up if he needs it, but no reason to always be the center of attention.
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>>2618252
Good night! Getting late here as well, but the read was a pleasure!
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>Far too large, too voluminous, too dense to be considered a mere meatball. Indeed, it resembles a heap of cooked meat.
I like you. You can come over to my mercenary camp and assrape my son!
>>2618248
>Answer Gehrman yourself
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>>2618252
Goodnight. This is a joy to read.
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>>2618252
Have a good rest Fist

>>2618248
>Let JoJo answer
We don't need to be in the highlights all the time, JoJo is a literally a protag himself (Maybe Saki focus on him)
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>>2618248
>>Let JoJo answer
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A'ight, I'm back. Writan in a little bit.
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>>2619553
Oh nice, welcome back man
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>>2619553
Oh baby, now we're cooking.
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>>2619553
h*ck yeah my guy
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You hake your head and gesture at him with a hand, a clear indicator of you allowing him to take the reins. You don't particularly care about attention, and JoJo does seem to be knowledgeable enough to answer the question in the right manner. You see no reason to take this from him.

JoJo stands, and the entire class' eyes fall on him.

"Ah, Mister Joestar. You are Kinetomancer yourself, yes?" Gehrman inquires.

"I am." JoJo nods. "I figured the best answer would come from a Kinetomancer rather than someone who is only well-versed in normal magic." the young man slips out of the table and descends the steps to where Gehrman is standing. "Perhaps I can even do a live demonstration?"

"Oh my, you seem to be quite into this." Gehrman chuckles and rolls backwards a little bit to give JoJo some space. "By all means, go ahead and provide a demonstration if it can help bring your point across. I'm sure your classmates wouldn't mind having something nice to look at rather than a cripple old man."

That gets a laugh out of everyone, and you find yourself chuckling.

Crippled old man your mouldy foot. He may be self-depreciative, but you're certain he can whoop everyone's asses without even moving a muscle.
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"There are a lot of subtle differences between a Kinetomancer and regular mage." JoJo starts. "How much mana they can use, the magnitude of their spells, how far their spells can move, etcetera. But the main difference is where they manipulate their magic."

He takes off his jacket and hat.

"Regular mages control external mana; directing it with sheer will or the use of a foci, and channeling it towards a specific purpose through verbal incantations or some non-verbal means that are too complex for my current explanation to detail. This is why most mages are often seen in action with a wand or staff or some manner of enchanted equipment on their person; they use those items to make their casting easier."

He takes off his shirt, and you hear a few feminine swoons. As well as a few humiliated masculine noises.

"Kinetomancers work on the direct opposite end of the spectrum. We control magic through our bodies, training them to be living foci and thus channeling the energy through our flesh and blood." he raises a hand. "Take myself for example. I style of magic relies heavily on a magic construct I summon that is based on myself. I channel magic through my being and manifest it as a semi-corporeal entity on the physical plane. Observe."

His raised arm gains glowing blue outline and a ghostly limb manifests not far from where he is. The ghost-limb flexes and moves as JoJo moves his flesh and blood arm, imitating his movements with eerie accuracy. You can hear the scribbling of pens on paper by a few of the more studious students.

"The mechanics of how I achieve this is too complex for me to explain," JoJo dismisses the limb. "But the gist of it is that I channel magic into myself and at the same time manifest a mana construct with similar dimensions. Thus, I can control the construct as easily as I moving my own body."

"But what about「 Star Platinum」being able to move on its own?" Saki asks, eyes glued onto his well-built physique. "We didn't see you move when it and Kurt fought in the orientation dinner last night."
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>>2619729
Did he need to take off his shirt?? Come on Jojo...
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>>2619752
Yes, he did. Because he's a Joestar.
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>>2619778
Those fucking Joestars... The Zeppelis were way better
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>>2619752
When you are ripped and a fist wizard, ANY reason is enough to take off your shirt.
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>>2619810
Touchè
That's a really good point
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"After sufficient training and use of an ability, one can call upon it easily and much more effectively than when they first started." JoJo nods.

"But what about Vander's Kinetomancy?" one of the other students ask. "How does he glow red like that?"

You blink. Glow red? What was he talking about?

"Ah. That." JoJo nods. "That was physical augmentation, one of the most basic techniques Kinetomancers can utilize. It has the mage in question channeling mana directly into their muscles to boost their base physical abilities to superhuman levels. The red glow is an unintentional side effect." JoJo may have noticed your look of bafflement. "The Kinetomancer in question may or may not notice the glowing part for various reasons, mainly due to them being hyperfocused at the situation requiring muscle augmentation in the first place."

"So why don't you use physical augmentation in your fighting style, Jotaro?" Sachi asks. "WHy rely on a projection like「 Star Platinum」?"

"I use「 Star Platinum」for several reasons. Mainly because use of「 Star Platinum」 comes to me more naturally and I find it easier to use him. Another reason is that I am not quite well-versed in the ways of channeling mana directly in one's body, and that may result in unwanted self-harm." he sighs at the many confused blinks. "Too little mana nets very little change. Too much can supercharge the muscles, leading to them tearing themselves apart and crushing bone. The fact that Kurt can utilize physical augmentation in the middle of a fight speaks of years worth of training on his part."

Ah, so that's why your teacher stressed mana control in your training. He didn't want you to end up accidentally destroying your own body in the middle of a fight!
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>>2619836
So... We become red when we fight? Woah, thats cool
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I wonder if this universe has sorcerers or warlocks, those that can call upon their inner mans reserves to perform similar magic of the mages or those that call upon extra dimensional beings for power. Though the crippled man probably already answers the latter.
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"Could you perhaps give us an example of muscle augmentation, Mister Joestar?" Gehrman asks.

"Of course. I wouldn't have take off my shirt in the first place." JoJo nods and turns to the class, gesturing at his chest. "Pay close attention now; I will not be doing a repeat performance."

He take a deep breath and closes his eyes. Mana pulses around him and his chest muscles tighten, taking on a reddish tint. That tint turns luminous and an internal light appears in the center of his two well-defined pecs. The light casts silhouettes of his ribs and individual strands of developed muscle, highlighting the interior of a human chest cavity in a way you think no-one has ever thought about.

The show lasts for another few seconds, before dissipating entirely and leaving JoJo's chest without the internal lighting. Everyone is suitable shocked and amazed, yourself included. You never noticed that part of your magic style! Your teacher must have done so intentionally so that you weren't distracted in a fight or something. How wise!

"Hmm. A brilliant show of magic control, Mister Joestar." Gehrman smiles, then turns to the class. "I do hope all of you have been paying attention to the explanation, because the information given by Mister Joestar will be be crucial in a future quiz" he turns back to JoJo. "You may dress and return to your seat."

JoJo does so and returns to his chair. Mellow is first one to pounce him with more in-depth questions about his magic projection, while you pay attention to the rest of Gehrman's lesson.
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>>2619863
Sort of like pic related, but yeah. You guys turn redder the more magic you channel into yourselves.
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>>2619886
Oh, so that's why? We were right to let Jojo answer this
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>>2619886
>Ah, so that's why your teacher stressed mana control in your training. He didn't want you to end up accidentally destroying your own body in the middle of a fight!
What a nice guy
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>>2619906
Basically, when we fight, We become Luffy using the Gear second
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>>2619915
Or like Guy sensei using the 8th gate,
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>>2619922
Or, y'know, the OG "get stronger, glow red" technique.
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>>2619947
Makes me wonder if we'll find new and wonderful techniques for Kurt.
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>>2619947
Ooorrrr iron man 3 extremis soldiers
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>>2619957
That's a bit too much i guess.but it should be something like that
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>>2619972
Yeah it’s a bit *extreme*is
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Gehrman's teaching mainly go over the generalities of mana manipulation, with control methods and how such methods can be put to use practical situations in various workplaces.

Elemental control would allow one to make a house warm in the winter, for example. Pure mana control may net you a potentially lucrative job as an Aetherite prospector and Leyline hunter. The list goes on and on, and you fill your notebook with various tid bits of information that your teacher gives. But what you really pay attention to are applications of mana control that you could put to use in your own magic style.

Gehrman talk in depth about certain aspects in mana manipulation that you think you can combine into your own fighting style. Of those aspects, you find two that you can feasibly incorporate into your magic style.

The first is elemental control. By channeling mana into the environment, one could gain limited control over certain natural phenomena. This allows the user to gain further specialization in the art of vomiting fireballs or shoot lightning bolts out of their eyes.

The second is pure mana control. It is far less complex than outright elemental control, and details the user being more efficient with their use of mana. Though boring, a sentiment shared by Saki and a few others of your class, Gehrman pointed out that those specializing in this method of control could cast more spells with less mana and effectively remain functional for far longer than a mage specializing in elemental control.

So it boils down to the simple choice between power and endurance.

>Specialize in Elemental Control (rolls change to 1d12)
>Specialize in Pure Mana Control (rolls change to 2d10)
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To be clear, you guys won't be locking yourselves into a single dice roll format. You can theoretically end up rolling 5d15s regardless of which choice you pick.

This more of a matter of preference.
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>>2619991
>Specialize in Pure Mana Control (rolls change to 2d10)
I want to see what maximum efficiency leads to.
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>>2619991
Straight up. Mana control sounds waaay more useful than slight shows.
>Specialize in Pure Mana Control (rolls change to 2d10)
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Rolled 1, 7 = 8 (2d10)

>>2619991
>Specialize in Pure Mana Control (rolls change to 2d10)
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>>2620001
Yeah early on an extra dice is sumpremly more useful than more
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>>2620001
One should note that 2d10 has a greater maximum and an average that rivals the 1d12's max roll, so it's a bit mechanically one sided.
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>>2620013
Shit I missclicked but >>2620014 this is what I meant.
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>>2620014
QM want us to do this, and being fair, we would do it any way
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>>2619991
>Specialize in Pure Mana Control (rolls change to 2d10)
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>>2620014
Is it? Huh, maybe I should change the d12 to a d14?
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>>2620033
Maybe
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>>2620038
Eh, what the hell.

>>2619991
Disregard the old vote scheme and have a new one instead.
>2d10
>1d14
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>>2620047
That looks better
maybe a d14 + d6 (or a d12+d8 shrug)
anyway, i roll again or no?
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>>2620047
Just to make your life easier, since it's kinda hard to figure out the exact odds by hand and boring to do the math, you can use this:
http://anydice.com
It'll help you with balacing things and it's pretty easy to use.
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Still sticking to my vote. Besides Pure Mana Conrrol seems more like our style since we already seem to be focused on it. If we start throwing in sparks for the light show, I doubt we would be the most effective. Also an extra dice is really valuable. And I suppose later we can expand to more things but I feel like increasing the basics is the best plan of action.
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>>2620075
I agree that pure mana is plain efficient and sounds like rather than add showboating it really enhances the big star of Kurt's show, his muscles.
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>>2620072
Holy shit that is super useful

So at 1d14 we have a 7.14 chance at getting a 14 and the aberage for 2d10 is 11 (10% chance) and a 1% chance at hitting max and a 7% chance at hitting 14.

Yeah I think those two dice options are pretty equal now
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>>2620082
You voted, but didn't roll the dices, come on man
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>>2620098
You’re voting on which dice to use, not rolling for the vote lol
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>>2620106
That's... uh... Sure makes sense...
Damn i get it now,
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>>2620097
Conversely the 2d10 has a higher average and a higher maximum, so it's got good points. As you add more n-sided dice it approaches a normal distribution, meaning you are less likely to roll very well or very poorly.
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>>2620047
>2d10
Still, just in case.
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>>2620120
Yeah I see what you mean, been messing around with it for a hot second
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>>2620047
Let's go with 2d10, Fist-sama
Also, I imagine Kurt looking kinda like Yang from Final Fantasy 4
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>>2620313
A glass cannon?
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Well, I hope that everything will be settled when I get back. Is 2AM here, and i have college tomorrow. Good Quest everyone
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After some deliberation and watching a few demonstrations of mana control by Gehrman, you finally decide on incorporating pure mana control into your magic style. Though you may place less emphasis of elemental control and thus lack the 'oomph' of having burning fists, you will be able to fight for longer and conserve power better. An acceptable trade, gaining endurance over power.

All too soon, Gehrman's class comes to an end and everyone files out. You follow your group of friends out the lecture hall and stretch, popping the kinks out of your muscles. Your friends do the same before walking together down the hall to the stairs.

"I like that old man." Sachi comment. "He sounds like he knows what he's talking about."

"A little too wrinkly for my tastes, but he is a fine man." Saki nods. "I can't help but imagine how he'd look like if he were three decades younger."

"He'd still be old enough to pass as your dad." Mellow points out.

"I don't see the problem with that." Saki smirks. "After all, older men would certainly be more experienced in certain... activities."

"Girl, go drink some water. Your thirst is getting to you." Mellow deadpans. "Like, seriously, do you have to look at everything like they're dildos or sex toys? How the hell does your sister deal with you?"

"Hard-earned experience." Sachi answers, voice hollow.

"M-Maybe we shouldn't talk about this sort of thing here?" Philia suggests. "People are staring."

"Eh, who cares. It's not like they're listening." Mellow shrugs. "Besides, who'd be stupid enough to do something with Kurt Mcbighueg here with us?"

"While I appreciate your enthusiasm Mellow, I would rather you not tempt Murphy like that." JoJo says,「 Star Platinum」nodding with him. "The last thing I'd want is for someone to actually do that in the middle of college grounds with so many people around. You should never underestimate how reckless some people can be when they're looking for something."

"Joestar!" you hear an unfamiliar call out as your group reaches the ground floor. "Where are you?!"
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>>2620348
Quick! Hide him behind our bulk!
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>>2620348
pretty sure this is the "drag me there herself if I didn't show up" Miss Vivio Talhausser. or the little girl who wanted our blood and somehow convinced poor joestar into her wicked experiments
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"...W-Whoa, what are the chances of that?" Mellow walks ahead of the group, pointedly ignoring JoJo's death glare. "Do you know where that came from?"

"I believe it came from outside the building. This way." you rumble, leading the group to the nearest window as every other student in the hall crowds tries to do the same. From the window you peer out of, you see the speaker standing outside the building. A young woman, arms crossed and face twisted into a look of honest impatience. Her heterochromiac eyes displaying utter irritation. "I see her. She is waiting in front of the building."

"Oh, it's that bitch." Saki is torn between scowling and oogling. "What's her problem? Trying to goad JoJo into a fight; I bet she just wants an excuse to tear off his clothes." she blinks. "That's not a bad idea actually."

"Saki-chan, why?" her sister sighs.

"She looks like she's ready to barge into the building." Philia comments. "But why didn't she?"

"Yare yare daze." JoJo sighs, pulling his hat over his eyes. "That loud woman is probably trying to blow this whole thing out of proportion and make sure I don't chicken out of the spar." he grumbles, walking away. "I'll handle her."

"Go JoJo!" Mellow cheers. "Do us guys a favor and tear off her clothes!"

"Mellow!" Sachi smacks his shoulder.

>Accompany him
>Let him go alone
>Ask Mellow about that spar...
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>>2620425
>Ask Mellow about that spar...
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>>2620425
>"Do us guys a favor and tear off her clothes!"
L-lewd! Mellow seems to be pretty fun kind of person desu.

>Ask Mellow about that spar
I'm honestly not interested in getting into a fight with Talhausser just yet but with both our spars being at the same time we can eye her up and see her legendary skill in action and see how she fights. but the whole 3v1 is entirely too dishonorable of an act to commit
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>>2620425
>Ask Mellow about that spar...

Yeah besides Jojo can take care of himself and Mellow would be a good assist if thing get out of hand.
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>>2620425
>>Accompany him
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>>2620425
Was the plan to spar with Mellow as an excuse to make this a 3 vs 1?
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>>2620514
Yeah but he did say he wanted to spar with us before that
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>>2620514
lets not make it a 3 vs 1; we wouldn't want for something like that to happen in one of our fights.
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You watch your fellow Kinetomancer go, his modified blazer fluttering in a nonexistent breeze and the light bouncing off his features at just the right angle as to paint him as a warrior departing for his noble duel. His walk attracts attention and more than a few people follow him down the hall to where his challenger is waiting. Your friends trade glances and settle looks on you.

"JoJo is powerful Kinetomancer. I know he can handle himself well against a single opponent." you say. "We do not need to worry."

"If you say so..." Philia murmurs. "But I'm still a little worried."

So were you, if you had to be honest. Though you did not show it, you were wary of that girl waiting outside the building. You could sense her power, felt it radiating outwards like heat from burning inferno. It dwarfs your own power and JoJo's, and you knew that she could at least control some of it.

But having so much power must come with several drawbacks. A heavily armored Armadon is protected by its thick hide and spikes, but they do little to aid in its movement speed. If JoJo was every bit as intelligent as you think he is, then he will be able to find and exploit his foe's weaknesses and hopefully emerge victorious.

"I am to Philia." you admit. "But JoJo has plenty of tricks up his sleeves. I am certain he can pull through with a victory."

Or at least end the battle with a satisfying draw.

"In the mean time, I do believe I owe Mellow here a spar." you announce, catching everyone's attention.

"Whoo boy, this'll be fun." the young man grins. "You up for it now?"

"Of course. We can discuss it on our way there." you turn to the girls. "Would the three of you like to come with us and spectate?"

"Would I?!" Saki practically salivates.

"Not so fast, Saki-chan!" Sachi cuts her off. "You promised we'd go sight-seeing today after classes!"

"Sight-seeing?" Philia perks up. "C-can I come with you?"

"Of course you can, Philly! The more the merrier!" Sachi beams, tightening her hold on the scruff of her sister's neck. "I'll need all the help I cn get to keep Saki here from throwing herself at the first hot-blooded male she sees."

"But Sacchan, Kurt's going to be fighting!" Saki pleads. "Imagine the moves! The fevered motions of a man battling against another man for dominance! The sweat that'd be dripping off his godly physique! Imagine all the MUSCLES he'll flex!"

"Wow, I feel so wanted right now." Mellow deadpans. "It's so nice having such great friends here."
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>>2620575
Poor Mellow. He needs some love to. Hopefully he will fuck the slut out of Saki.
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>>2620579
Mellow + Saki
Jojo + Sachi ?
Kurt + JUSTICE AND PURE THOUGHTS
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>>2620582
>inb4 justice is a girl and by pure thoughts, it's pure thots
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"Sight-seeing first. If we finish fast enough, then we might be able to catch Kurt while he's changing." Sachi compromises. Her words give Saki pause and makes Philia blush. "I'll even let you glomp him if we get back early."

"Deal!" Saki stands up and practically drags the other two girls with her to the student dorms. "Lets go you two!"

"...I feel betrayed." you murmur, watching them go. "Is this what it feels like to used as a bargaining chip?"

"I'll let you know the moment I end up as a bargaining chip dude." Mellow consoles you. "C'mon, lets head to the practice arenas and book one before some upperclassmen do."

You follow him, keeping to the outer fringes of the crowd that's gathering around JoJo and Vivio Talhausser's confrontation and speed-walking to the practice arena on the western edge of the college grounds. There, you see a series of low buildings with heavily warded walls laden with all manner of magical enchantments. There six of these buildings in all, walled off by a similarly warded and barrier and accessible only through a gate manned by a staff member.

You sign your names there and book one of the arenas for your own use, and hurry there at Mellow's insistence. You and him stop by the locker rooms and change into the academy provided training outfits.

"I should have brought my battle uniform with me." you grouse, taking off the protective plating attached to the uniform. "These clothes are just too tight for a man of my stature. They hug my figure and make me feel as though I am wearing nothing at all."

"Yeah, definitely something to note next time we go here." Mellow agrees pulling on his shirt. "So, any ground rules you'd like to set up before we head out there?"

>Best of five matches, winning by drawing first blood (easy)
>Best of three matches, winning by forced surrender (medium)
>One match, anything below lethal techniques are fine (hard)
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>>2620582
Kurt would do that wouldn't he
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>>2620590
>Best of three matches, winning by forced surrender (medium)
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>>2620590
>Best of three matches, winning by forced surrender (medium)
"I've promised Jojo to act as his second, so I'd like to be in decent shape after all of this."
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>>2620590
>Best of five matches, winning by drawing first blood (easy)

i want to be in top shape in case we need to accidently bump into the other fight. Although i think normaly it's the challenger who needs to determine the rules, but whatever.
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>>2620597
Wouldn't the easy win be the best? Since we won't be hurt and so our friend won't be hurt to?
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>>2620599
Well if we are going by duel rules, the challenged is allowed to pick the weapon and usually I think they can choose the time and place but I'm not sure.

>>2620590
>Best of three matches, winning by forced surrender (medium)
Should show him as much effort as he shows us. We should try to refrain from seriously harming him but we shouldn't make it so we have our hands tied behind our back. Besides we have no idea what he's truly capable of only that he is a sword wielder.
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>>2620600
True, but I figure forced surrender wouldn't injure us /too/ much more than first blood, and would be far more satisfying as a training experience.

It would be disrespectful to accept his challenge and then have our head elsewhere during the fight.

I suppose I would be fine with either of the two options.
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>>2620590
Switching my vote to easy
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Well, crud. Something's come up and I'll be gone for a few hours. Be right back after I get it done.
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>>2620605
>>2620601
A fair point both of you

>>2620625
No worried i need to sleep anyway.
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Welp, I'm back. And the votes are still tied between Medium and Easy.

I'll leave it open for another 20 mins before calling it in.
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>>2620535
>>2620514
I had thought the 3 on 1 was in case she went hard enough to severely harm JoJo or threaten his life
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>>2620671
I'll swap >>2620597 from Medium to Easy if it'll break the tie.

Lunatic difficulty is fighting Vivio, right?
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>>2620590
>Best of three matches, winning by forced surrender (medium)
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>>2620677
Now that's awkward.
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>>2620590
>Best of three matches, winning by forced s>>2620605
Fuck that was a good point man
>Best of five matches, winning by drawing first blood (easy)
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>>2620677
>>2620678
Alright then. Easy difficulty wins. Writan.
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"Shouldn't you decide the rules of the battle as the challenger?" you blink, a little confused. "Why are you asking for my opinion and potentially ruin you chances of victory? In any other situation, doing this would be tantamount to stabbing yourself in the foot."

"Ah, but you aren't like most people Kurt." Mellow wags a finger. "And besides, those are dueling rules. We're sparring. There's a difference."

"A very small difference." you note.

"Eh. Semantics." Mellow waves a hand. "So, ground rules?"

"Hm." You cross your arms and think. Fighting seriously would certainly risk tiring yourself out and render your efforts to help JoJo if his spar with Talhausser goes wrong, though you would earn Mellow's respect. Conversely, holding back could keep your strength at viable levels and give you a fighting chance at helping JoJo, at the cost of any potential camaraderie shared between you and Mellow.

Decisions, decisions...

"We will take it easy for now. The best of five rounds, with the victor being the one to draw first blood." you settle.

"You're worried about your friend?" Mellow asks. "You realize he's been challenged by the Devil's Daughter, right? He won't make it out unscathed, one way or another."

"True. But I cannot help but worry regardless." you shake your head. "I sensed her magical power back when we were looking out of the building earlier. It's akin to an ocean; all force but no control. One mistake could very well result in someone getting seriously hurt, Kinetomancer or no."

"...So you think Talhausser's a bit untrained?" Mellow cocks a brow, then tilts his head. "To be fair, she does strike me that kind of person and projection mages are squishy... Alright, no disagreements here." Mellow nods, though you catch a hint of disappointment on his features before he straightens and grins good naturedly.. "Let's head out into the arena, then."
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>though you catch a hint of disappointment on his features
Come on Mellow, is not like we would be a complete battle maniac man, we like to have a good sparing match, no hard feelings.
Maybe we can have a better fight later, once we know each other better.
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Mellow presses a switch and the wall open to reveal an arsenal of weapons; ranging from swords to maces. He dons an enchanted harness attaches several swords and knives onto his person. That done, he jerks his head and you follow him out.

You and Mellow proceed onto arena proper, taking up positions facing each other in the middle. A glance at the stands confirms that there are people watching, comprised mostly of Mundane field students with a few magic field students scattered here and there. They break out into excited whispers as you and Mellow limber up, pointing at your lack of weapons and Mellow being armed to the teeth.

"Alrighty." Mellow grins and draws a pair of swords. "Best of five rounds, and winner decided by drawing first blood."

"As agreed upon." you nod, settling into a loose brawler's stance. "Shall we begin?"

"Wait up." Mellow crouches and picks up a pebble. "Okay. We start the moment this pebble hits the ground. Sound good?"

"Excellent." you grin back. "On you."

Mellow grins back and tosses the pebble skywards. The time between it rising and falling is filled with a tense silence as you and Mellow prepare your opening moves while trying to predict what the other would. The crowd stills and they feel you and Mellow's sheer presence fill the air with something... M E N A C I N G.

The pebble hits the ground.

You blur forward in a burst of speed.
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Rolled 2 (1d12)

A'ight, it's Kurt vs Mellow!

Gimme the best of three 2d10s you guys can roll, and hope that at least one of those d10s are higher than whatever Mellow ends up rolling!
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Rolled 7, 9 = 16 (2d10)

>>2620702
Easy roll!
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Rolled 7, 2 = 9 (2d10)

>>2620702
Literally anything but Snake Eyes.
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Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d10)

>>2620702
Lets go guys, show to Mellow that we aren't that easy
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>>2620703
>>2620704
>>2620705
...Goddamnit Mellow, you were supposed to be badass!

Writan!
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Your charge catches Mellow off guard and he blinks as your face appears inches away from his. Then his eyes widen as he realizes too late what's going to happen next.

Your fist catches him in the jaw, packing enough force to shatter stone. As it is, your blow manages to send him flying a good ten feet back, and he tumbles across the ground like a ragdoll. He barely manages to halt his backwards tumble by stabbing his swords into the earth, digging narrow trenches in the ground that gradually slow him to a stop.

Mellow rights himself and winces, a bruise appearing on his left cheek. He does not bleed unfortunately, which means you'll just have to hit him harder next time.

"What's the matter Mellow?" you taunt. "Why are you standing still in the middle of a spar? Immobility means death in battle."

"Fuck, dude," your opponent hisses. "Didja have to hit me that hard?"

"My bare fists cannot cut." you point out. "So I have no other choice but to punch the blood out of you."

"...Fair." Mellow nods, standing back up. "I'm starting to regret doing this."

"Do you want to give up the first round?" you grin. Mellow smirks back.

"Hell no. I'll just have to start getting serious." he crouches, gathering strength in his legs. "One more time!"
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Rolled 5 (1d12)

Gimme another three 2d10s!
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Rolled 8, 6 = 14 (2d10)

>>2620711
>our charge catches Mellow off guard and he blinks as your face appears inches away from his. Then his eyes widen as he realizes too late what's going to happen
Nice guys, lets do that again, no snake eyes
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Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d10)

>>2620711
Damn, Mallow just can’t catch a break.
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Rolled 8, 7 = 15 (2d10)

>>2620711
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Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d10)

>>2620711
Just woke up
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Mellow zips to the side, a blur of blue on black, and throws a sword at you like a javelin.

You take a deep breath, channel mana into your pecs, and F L E X.

Your muscles contract hard, becoming dense enough to rival the sturdiness of enchanted plate mail. The sword hits and bounces off, spinning away to land point first into the ground. The action tore a miniscule hole on your training uniform's shirt but failed to pierce the skin beneath. In the meantime, you look around for your opponent and--.

"EAT SWORD, BITCH!"

--Hear Mellow roar into your left ear.

You wince and bring up a hand to catch the sword by the blade's edge, halting its momentum between your thumb and index finger. The action draws hocked gasps from the crowd and an alarmed look from Mellow, who recovers with admirable speed and thrusts his other sword to stab your eye out.

You dodge it by tilting your head to the side. Your other hand comes up and grabs Mellow by the face.

"Not bad, not bad at all." you commend him even as he struggles. "You are fast and agile, with enough presence of mind to try and at least divert my attention before attacking me directly. I respect that." You lift him up. "So I apologize in advance for this."

With mana enhanced muscles, you wind up the arms holding mellow's face captive, and throw. But this time you aim higher, sending your sparring partner sailing through the air and crashing into the arena wall with loud thud of breaking stone. The crowd cheers as Mellow lets himself slump to the ground in apparent defeat. He coughs once and spits out a glob of blood.

"Damn it, I bit my tongue when I hit the wall." Mellow hisses, standing up. "How the hell can something your size move so fast? It's unbelievable!"

"Practice and hard work." You chuckle and resume your starting positions. "Round two?"

"Yeah. Same thing with the pebble." Mellow grabs another unassuming rock off the ground and tosses it up. "I'll get you this time, you big lug."

"Ha." you smirk as the pebble falls. "You're welcomed to try."
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Rolled 10 (1d12)

Kurt wins the first round due to being utterly bullshit! Gimme another three 2d10s!
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Rolled 4, 8 = 12 (2d10)

>>2620727
F-fuck you
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Rolled 6, 10 = 16 (2d10)

>>2620727
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Rolled 6, 8 = 14 (2d10)

>>2620727
Oh snap, this isn't going to be an easy roll.
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>>2620730
Eyy, we good.
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Rolled 10, 4 = 14 (2d10)

>>2620727
10? holy fuck
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>>2620730
reeeeeee

you guys are plain lucky, you know that? writan
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>>2620730
2d10 too stronk
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>>2620734
>punch you.exe
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The pebble hits the ground and you charge forward, hoping for yet another chance to land a sucker punch on Mellow. Unfortunately, your hopes a dashed by Mellow rushing forward to meet you, blades drawn and face set into look of total focus.

You both meet in the middle of the arena, crashing against one another with enough force as to kick up dust. Your mana-charged forearm is braced against the edge of Mellow's two swords, the weapons unable to cut into your luminous arm. You meet Mellow's gaze and grin at him, pulling back to strike. Mellow does the same, drawing his blades backwards in preparation for a flurry of slashes.

What comes next is an almost mirror copy of your punch exchange with「 Star Platinum」on the orientation dinner, rapid-fire fisticuffs meeting Mellow's swords in a blisteringly fast melee exchange that may seem too quick for the mortal eye.

You grit your teeth and set your shoulders, a familiar fire lighting up in your chest; a challenge at last!

You redouble your efforts and gradually push Mellow back, his slashes becoming more and more defensive in response to your newly re-lit competitiveness. But a magic swordsman is no match for a Fist Wizard, and you eventually break through the defensive array of bladework to land a hit on his sternum.

Mellow skids back, the air knocked out of his lungs and doubling over.

You capitalize on the opportunity for another win.
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Rolled 11 (1d12)

Again! The best of three 2d10s against Mellow's meager d12!
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Rolled 4, 8 = 12 (2d10)

>>2620741
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Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d10)

>>2620741
Well we're screwed. Here goes nothing though.
Come on baby, I need two 10's!
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>>2620734
this tends to be the norm with MC that fight with fists. Have you ever seen the Mecha Space Pirate Quest threads? the MC managed to punch mechas and destroyed several ones that were way above his league.
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Rolled 2, 9 = 11 (2d10)

>>2620741
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Rolled 7, 5 = 12 (2d10)

>>2620742
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>>2620742
Phew, beat him by one. Guess the round’s not over quite yet?
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>>2620741
HA!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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>>2620748
Can't win them all boss
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>>2620747
For the record, there's no calc-ing this quest. You either roll higher than your opponent and succeed or you roll low and fail.

Which means pic related for Mellow!
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>>2620750
question. wouldn't that be bullshit if for example a completely normal peasant gets into a fight with us and just keeps rolling higher than us?
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>>2620751
I'm not the QM obviously, but I'm assuming the peasant would have a 1d1 die.
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>>2620750
So we need to beat Mellow twice to score a victory per round?
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>>2620751
What >>2620752 said; opponents who would normally be pathetic in a fight (like a peasant for example) won't even get a roll if they're stupid enough to fight you.

>>2620753
Not really; its a best of three. You and Mellow roll for three separate clashes and the first person to win two of those three clashes wins the round.
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>>2620757
So did we win this clash (And the round by extension) or did Mellow?
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But just as you were about to land the finishing blow, Mellow looks up and smirks. He twirls his swords into a reverse grip in his hands and hops backwards.

The motion is simple and deceptively rudimentary when compared to the complex tactics and maneuvers swordsmen usually apply in combat. Mellow's backward hop has none of the finesse, technique, or skill you would normally attribute to a wielder of the sword. In fact, you could argue that his simple maneuver is actually an insult to swordsmen everywhere.

But oftentimes, the best solutions are the simplest.

And Mellow's solution to dodging your blow, as well as set himself up for the perfect counterattack, was a textbook example of brilliance in simplicity.

You punch hits the ground hard, making fist shape indent where it lands. Mellow rushes forward and jabs the pommels of his sword into your face while you're still off balance.

As you stagger back and ready yourself for the next clash, Mellow lunges.
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Rolled 5 (1d12)

>>2620758
Mellow won. Which means you guys'll have to give me another trio of 2d10s to decide who wins round 2 of 5!
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Rolled 6, 8 = 14 (2d10)

>>2620761
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Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d10)

>>2620761
Here we go!
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>>2620761
Huh. Guess I misunderstood how we were rolling. I thought it was the sum of our two rolls versus whatever Mellow rolls.
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Rolled 7, 1 = 8 (2d10)

>>2620761
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>>2620768
>>2620763
>>2620762
Yugamineena!
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>>2620768
pic related
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>>2620741
I wasn't getting the toll system until this point.
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You see the swords as they are swung and track the path they'll take with your mind's eye. You set your shoulders, steady your legs, and flex your mana charged muscles just as Mellow's blades make contact.

The action, when properly timed, is the Fist Wizard equivalent of a parry. With it, you have deflected charged fireballs of wyverns and deflected errant claw swipes of rampaging Armadons. Mellow's blades are no different, and they bounce off your form like a ball thrown at a wall. The jarring movement is enough to make Mellow stumble back a step and you seize the opportunity by punching him in the face.

The young man is sent tumbling away yet again, but he maintains the presence of mind to stab his swords in the ground to slow himself down when he realizes that you haven't knocked him skywards again.

"I call bullshit!" Mellow roars with faux-fury amidst the cheers of everyone watching. "How the hell did you parry a sword strike just by flexing your fucking muscles?! How jacked do you have to be to pull that shit off?!"

"More than you, certainly." you laugh back at him. "So that's two rounds to me and... none for you."

"Oh, so you think you're a funny guy eh?" Mellow chuckles darkly and picks up another pebble, returning to his starting position. "Just you wait. I'll wipe that smile off your face in this spar even if it's the last thing I do."
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Rolled 7 (1d12)

Hit me with the best of three 2d10s you've got, boys/girls!
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Rolled 7, 1 = 8 (2d10)

>>2620779
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Rolled 10, 4 = 14 (2d10)

>>2620779
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Rolled 10, 2 = 12 (2d10)

>>2620779
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>>2620782
>>2620784
R.I.P. Mallow, you tried so hard, but in the end, it never even mattered.
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>>2620782
>>2620784
He just can't keep up with the F L E X!
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>>2620786
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>>2620779
For clarity, you probably want to describe it as 2d10b1 rather than 2d10, OP. The notation 2d10 generally means sum of 2d10, which is what has been confusing people up to this point.
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>>2620790
....ah, now i get it.
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>>2620790
Yeah I was comparing averages and maximum based on that misconception.
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The pebble falls and Mellow rushes forward yet again, prompting you to meet him half way.

But before you and him clash, he throws his swords to the ground. They hit the earth pommel first and bounce to your flanks, blade first. For added 'oomph', he throws a brace of daggers at your face.

You duck low to dodge the daggers and tuck your arms to your sides. The daggers zip overhead while the swords hit your mana-charged forearms and bounce off. With the arms still tucked close, you thrust them forward to hit your opponent in the gut. But Mellow is agile enough to see the follow-up based on where you positioned your limbs and jumps over you.

You charge your back with mana and narrowly manage to toughen the skin there to keep a series of rapid slashes from lacerating the unguarded flank.

Teeth grit, you dig a heel into the ground and jump back, turning into a roundhouse that catches Mellow in the gut while he's still airborne. The force behind the blow loosens his grip on his swords sends him flying back.

But something halts his flight; the sword Mellow threw at you when the battle first started. He lands on it with both feet and the weapon digs a deep furrow in the earth to bleed off the momentum carrying Mellow there. When the blade stops, Mellow hops off and tugs it free.

"Come on!" he yells, charging headlong at you.
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Rolled 11 (1d12)

>>2620790
Gotcha. Noted for future reference.

And said future is now! Roll me the best of three 2d10b1s to see whether or not Kurt can humiliate Mellow by winning the spar 3-0!
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Rolled 10, 1 = 11 (2d10)

>>2620798
Well, only one way to end this now. Cmon crit!
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Rolled 8, 9 = 17 (2d10)

>>2620797
Oof.
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Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d10)

>>2620798
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If I understand this, MEllow needs to win one more time to make this 2-1, or does he win this round?
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>Mellow: "The comback is real!"

Writan!!!!
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>>2620803
He needs to win one more to make it a 2-1
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You stand your ground, prepared to meet whatever play Mellow tries for. You've two round of five, one more and you'll have won the entire sparring match.

Mellow reaches into his harness and throws two braces of knives. Oddly, they aren't aimed at you; they fly through air and--

You blink as when you catch those same knives bounce off the two swords that your roundhouse knocked out of mellow's grip. The projectile bounce off the sword blades at a perfect angle, closing in on your face and chest areas. At the same time, Mellow's feet speed up and he rears his sword arm back to stab at your face.

You grit your teeth and bring your arms up, charging them and your torso with mana. Daggers hit and bounce off your empowered frame, but at the same time Mellow enters lunging range. He lunges foward and thrusts his sword into your face--

Your arms move and you slam your forearms together, halting the sword's forward momentum in an unorthodox blade-catch.

But Mellow twists, flips overhead, and brings the heel of his foot into the back of your head.

You're sent sprawling to the ground, but recover in time to set your opponent land and hop, twisting his body sideways and downwards in a complex maneuver whose name eludes you.
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Rolled 3 (1d12)

One more time! Gimme the best of three 2d101bs you guys have to decide who wins this clash!
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Rolled 2, 10 = 12 (2d10)

>>2620808
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Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d10)

>>2620808
We’ve won, but I want a 10. I want to style on him.
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Rolled 59, 90 = 149 (2d101)

>>2620807
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>>2620808
A fist wizard is always ready for the long game!
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Rolled 7, 10 = 17 (2d10)

>>2620808
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>>2620810
>>2620814
You fuckin' got it.
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>>2620812
Uuuuh. Might want to try again.

>>2620809
>>2620810
Does a 3x2 mean anything?

>>2620814
10 dubs again.
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>>2620808
Just say to roll 2d10 and state the rules at the start of the thread, asking you to remember to do 2d10b1 every time is probably a bit much.
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Incidentally, for the purposes of setting enemy dice, 2d10b1 is comparable distribution-wise to something around 1d13 to 1d14.

On the other hand, 2d10 is comparable to 1d20, which explains the reactions during the vote on our specialization.
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>>2620815
>On the other hand, 2d10 is comparable to 1d20
Really? It doesn't, I'm not sure.
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>>2620820
Isn't a 2d10 only comparable to a 1d20 if you add the d10's?
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