>>2609914
seems cool

>>2609925
It's first thread of this was awesome.

>>2609914
Glad to have you back Fist!

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?)

>>2609944
>>Exercise!

I was originally going to make this thread two hours earlier, but my internet connection was being a bitch. sorry for the delay everybody.

>>2609944
>Something else! Eat!
>Exercise!
You need to fuel your physical growth.

>>2609943
Is it archived?

>>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.

>>2609954
Here have a read.
>>2583887

>>2609949
I thought you said you were going to start it back up tomorrow?

>>2609944
EXERCISE LOTS OF EXERCISE

>>2609960
...It's June 1st where I am tho. Is it still the 31st where you are?

>>2609959
Thank you anon

>>2609967
yeah, 9:30pm. Damn excited though. It's like an early christmas present man

>>2609944
>>Exercise!

>>2609960
also make sure not to wake up Philia

>>2609967
It's the 31st in the americas still, yeah.

>>2609967
Yep. Not even 8 yet here.

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.

>>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.

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

>>2610123
>>Climb the tower

>>2610123
>Ask for directions
our hero is polite

>>2610123
>>Ask for directions
We are in control of ourselves, which includes knowing when to ask for help.

>>2610123
>Ask for directions

>>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."

>>2610123
>Ask for directions

Let's not bully the king m'kay?

>>2610223
I wonder if the king is buff.

"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

>>2610233
>>Intervene

>>2610233
>Intervene
Although one could say it isn't entirely proper to meddle in other men's quarrels

>>2610233
>Intervene
>Ask what's going on.

>>2610233
Ignore

>>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.

>>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."

>>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.

"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!

>>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".

Where did my fellow fisting enthusiasts go?

>>2610495
>Those swords are pathetic!
These punks don't scare us.

>>2610495
>>Those swords are pathetic!

>>2610495
>Those swords are pathetic!

>>2610495
>Those swords are pathetic!

"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.

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!

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2610605

Oh well i'm always a fan of enthusiastic walk!

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.

>>2610613
Me and my big mouth.

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.

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!"

Rolled 9 (1d10)

Another 1d10 please. Best of three.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2610649
shit

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2610649
Hmm. So despite the shoddiness of your chosen weapon, your skills are not all talk! Interesting!

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2610649

>>2610653
Well damn.

>>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."

>>2610677
How much you wanna bet we are late for class

>>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!"

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.

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?

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2610687
Admirable passion. But, you lack more trainning.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2610687

>>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!

Fist>Sword.

"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.

Got something to do in a bit. Brb in a few hours.

>>2610708
Thanks for the run Fist see you later.

>>2610708
Damn, can’t believe I missed the first session. I shall be ready for the next!

A'ight I'm back. Next part coming up soonish.

>>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!

>>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.

>>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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Man seeing bridge pictures always makes me thing in Arakawa

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

>>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

>>2610853
>A little girl wearing a resized Imperial College uniform

>>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.

>>2610866
Oh yeah, the other kinetomancer besides us and the potato. The scary one, going off of what everyone’s said so far.

>>2610866
Oh the child from the other fist wizard. But i though she was our senpai...oh god.

>>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!

>>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.

>>2610889
>Delinquents start coming to Kurt thinking he's their new boss
>He has to punch that idea out of them

>>2610892
>We declare ourselves the new boss
>Make then spend all their time working, exercising and assisting the elderly

>>2610894
Not bad at all

>>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.

>>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!"

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

>>2610910
>Yeah, sure. Do you have a container of some sort?

Aw shit, it's a dragon. Only slightly disappointed.

>>2610910
>Refuse strongly
>Reveal to her that our master said to never give any of our bodyfluids to strange girls.

>>2610921
What is a dragon doing in the fucking capital?!!

>>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.

>>2610910
>Inquire further
It's only fair to better understand her project before we decide whether to assist or not.

>>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.

>>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.

>>2610910
I'm with this guy >>2610945

>>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

>"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.

>>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

>>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

>>2611000
Let's do it. What could go wrong.
Also ask if you can see the results after this is all said and done.

>>2611000
>No
We agreed to blood, we can't afford the recovery time from bone and marrow. We have a school to attend!

>>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?

>>2611000
NONONONONONO

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>>2611000
I refuse!!!

>Run as if you were a globin that stolen a pie!

>>2611007
You know what they say. You give a person a hand, then when you realize they are asking for the entire arm.

>>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.

>>2611000
THAT IS MORE THAN WE BARGAINED FOR!

>>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

"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.

Headed to bed now. See you guys in 5-6 hours.

>>2611070
See you later Fist.

>>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?

>>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.

>>2611069
If this turns into the story of the frog and scorpion, we can ditch her in a tall tree.

>>2611520
Why would she be carrying around a needle for taking bone meal if she only decided to do it just now?

>>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.

A'ight, m'back. Posting in a bit.

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.

>They need to learn how to lift.

We should teach then...when we are not late for class that is..

>>2611916
Body Improvement Club?

>>2611910
>no young men fan their reddening faces
i wonder if there is time for a shower.

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>>2611916
>>2611919
oh shit, I hope we have time to help spread the wonders of improving one's own physical prowess

>>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

>>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.

>>2611955
>>Mana Manipulation
>>Beast Taming

>>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

>>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?

>>2611970
Do it. I just chose what I wanna see. You do you man, if you want a challenge go for that.

>>2611955
>Beast Taming
>Spellwork

>>2611955
>Divination (so we can apply it making us able to predict what mobes our oponent will do)

>Beast Taming

>>2611994
Your next line is:
WAS THIS ALL PART OF YOUR PLAN, KURT?

>>2611955
>Mana Manipulation
>Spellwork

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>>2611955
>Beast Taming
>Mana Manipulation
>>2612016
Of courshe!

Votes closed. Writan.

>>2611955
>Mana Manipulation
>Beast Taming

>>2612030
So we got beast taming and a tie between divination and mana manipulation.

>>2612030
Mana manipulation won by one, two if you count that latest vote.

>>2612056
Oh yeah i missed the first vote. So it's Beast tamming and Mana Manipulation.

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.

"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!"

>>2612075
>no eggs
>no milk
How does he make gains? Better be eating an entire cow for dinner

>>2612080
GOMAD

>>2612080
We save our appetite for lunch anons. Lots of meat and eggs!

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."

>>2612117
Oh man. We're somehow an accidental shonen harem protag. Mostly because we're HUGE and well mannered.

>>2612132
o fuk.

I knew we were in it when we first met the giggling hentai twins

>>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.

>>2612146
It''l be a lot of hard work, but we'll come through in the end.

>>2612165
Nay, this is the Dawn of Man(lets)

>>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.

"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.

>>2612179
>Not telling.
She’ll tell them herself if she wants them to know.

>>2612179
A gentleman never tells. This works cause we tease the twins too. Beat em at their own game.

>>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."

>>2612200
Supporting

>>2612200
oh shit, this is best

>>2612179
I'll back >>2612200
Twinsroute is best route.

>>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.

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?"

>>2612303
Best timeline.

You the guy who ran Predator Quest?

>>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.

>>2612364
yeah I bet that those "naughty" books are gay guy stuff too

>>2612364
Actualy ahe doesn't know us that well. The only person who does is Philia and the Gerhman.

>>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.

>>2612303
Wow, that's kind of insulting.

>>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

>>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.

>>2612428
Shit, I realize this can be construed as us talking about fighting a woman.

>>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.

>>2612509
Now that's an entrance! and they didn't even need to flex!

Fun fact; it took me half an hour to get that part into 4chan.

>>2612509
Damn, would have been good to get a little extra exercise in for the morning.

>>2612518
Right?

>>2612522
why what happened?

>>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.

>>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.

"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."

Something's come up. Will continue n a few hours

>>2612712
We better get a seat next to jotaro

>>2612748
supporting this. no reason why we can't. Well unless the seat is already taken.

>>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."

>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.

>>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.

"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.

>"I definitely wouldn't mind a tentacle monster as a pet~"

Dam that girl is thirsty

I wouldn't mind gryphon...

>>2613193
I could get behind this

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

>>2613194
i mean we all know that a wyrm would be best, but the most manageable with our current funds would be a gryphon.

>>2613195
>Personally volunteer

>>2613195
>Personally volunteer

Time to punch some monsters in the face!

>>2613195
>Egg Philia into volunteering

She did say she had trouble with money. Besides this will be a good confidence boost for her.

>>2613195
>Personally volunteer
>Egg JoJo into volunteering

>>2613195
>Personally volunteer
Try and tame a powerful slime or something like a mimic.

>Personally volunteer

time to once again show our power

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>inb4 anons vote to tame a lamia.

>>2613195
>Personally volunteer
We get paid to beat on monsters? Sign us up!

>>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!

>>2613195
Seconding >>2613200, even if it looks like everyone wants to punch wyverns more.

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

>>2613246
>Mimic
Let's get ourselves a monster that can hold all our loot!

>>2613246
>Gryphon

>>2613246
>Gryphon

>>2613246
>Gryphon

Also, what the fuck is an Armadon?

>>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.

>>2613246
>>2613249
How does mimic even work in this quest QM?

>>2613258
A dinosaur? I think.

>>2613258
It's like a triceraptors on two legs who has a really spiky tail. That's why I'm choosing it.
>Armadon

>>2613246
>Gryphon
Sounds like the biggest. And a flying pet would be useful.

>>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)

>>2613246
>Gryphon

>>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.

>>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.

>>2613284
Kind of cool, I'm voting
>Mimic

>>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.

>>2613246
gryphon

>>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.

>>2613285
You’re not thinking big enough. What if the entire Academy is one gargantuan mimic?

gryphon a mightly beat for us to form a mighty bond with

>>2613337
you fools>>2613285
youve both been decieved!
the entire continent is one mimic

>>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?

>>2613343
The entire world is a mimic that is constantly moving across space, devouring other worlds?!

>>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

>entire class watches as we have a mental breakdown over the mimic conspiracy

>>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?!

>>2613246
I vote for mimic.

>>2613370
That sounds ridiculous

>>2613393
No anon YOU are the mimic!

>>2613362
No John, you are the mimics.

>>2613463
Everyone was a mimic the whole time.

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.

>>2613496
That's what a mimic would say to lure us into a false sense of security.

>>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?

>>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.

>>2613542
I think it'd be fun to have one, but we don't really know what mimics can do.

>>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.

>>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..

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!"

>>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.

>>2613582
Aw schucks, I managed to miss his post.

>>2613584
THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!!

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!

>>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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>>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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