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FUCKING FINALLY GOT THE THREAD UP

FUCKING SLOW ASS INTERNET SPEED FUCKING FUCK

>>2671859
>>2671863
Ayy good to have you back FistQM!

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Your name is Kurt Vander and you are currently exercising.

As per usual, you follow through with your (very) early morning routine by exercising. From your efforts yesterday, you have found the most suitable spot for you to maintain and develop your physical fitness outside of furthering your education into the magic arts. Though it is not as spacious as the one you have back home, it is suitable for your current needs.

A quick glance around you has confirmed that your shadow-boxing has attracted quite the crowd. Men, women, children; all are gawking at your movements and maneuvers. Some of the more active few are even attempting to replicate what you show, which predictably ends with them laying on the ground in an embarrassed heap.

You do not chuckle or laugh at their efforts; already, they show more promise than those who simply gawk. For they are at least trying to better themselves, no matter how humorous those efforts may be.

You hop up, spin, and land in a graceful low leg sweep that kicks up a light breeze strong enough to ruffle the grass. Your crowd of onlooker as suitably impressed by your display of skill and physical power, a few even clapping appreciatively for the cool air you provide.

"Hey!"

A voice cuts through the light applause and you pause, turning to the speaker. The crowd turns with you and you see a group of ruffians led by...

>A young man with a large club
>A young woman with a brace of knives

>>2671859
Hi there FistQM, welcome back!

>>2671890
>A young man with a large club
I wanna see the looks we get when we punch that thing to splinters.

>>2671890
>A young man with a large club

>>2671864
>>2671895
Good to be back boys.

Next part up in a few minutes, sit tight.

>>2671924
NIce.

Uh, did we reach a conclusive decision about Kurt appereance?
There were a lot of major Armstrong pic, and the red glow effect when reinforcing, that I remember.

Clothing, we obviusly dress like a distinguished fist wizard gentleman, no doubt there.

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...a large, heavy set young man in clothes that try to appear tasteful and rough at once.

Set on his shoulders is a large hammer, made from an odd mix of wood and metal. It does not glow or smell the tell-tale scent of magic enchantments nor does the young man appear to be particularly able in the magical arts. But there is something about him and his little group that reminds you of something.

Something small and insignificant, but something nonetheless.

"Can I help you with anything?" you ask.

"Yeah you can, dipshit." the large youth snorts, walking forward. The crowd of onlookers part before him and his posse follow in their leader's shadow. "Were you the fucker that beat up the boss yesterday?"

You tilt your head, trying to recall anyone that may fit with the word 'boss'. The more notable fights you had yesterday involved sparring with Mellow and subduing a wild Gryphon, but unless Mellow's rather laid back nature endears him to some and the large young man before you took orders from a feral monster...

"While I have gotten into fights yesterday, I cannot recall fighting anyone you would call 'boss'." you shake your head. "I am afraid you must be more specific with this person you are talking about."

"He's a great guy," the young man recounts fondly. "A little rough around the edges yeah, but he knows his boys well. He's brave, strong, tough, and doesn't take shit from anyone else. He's one of the best fighters in the capitol and swings a sword passed down from one generation of great fighters to another." the young man stops before you and settles his club on the ground. "He's the leader of the Vermillion Devils, Fredreich Townsed!"

You search your thoughts for an individual of such high standing as the one he just described.

"No, I do not recall such a person." you tilt your head. "Are you certain you described this Fredreich person correctly?"

Your words make the young man in front of you, as well as his posse, fume indignantly. The padded grip of the club tightens within his white-knuckled grasp.

"When he said you were an oaf from outside the capitol, I didn't think he was telling the truth." the youth sneers. "But only someone from the far boonies wouldn't know about the Shadow Lords of Vermillia. What rock have you been living under to not know about us?"

You wrack your mind for a name like that and the memory surfaces.

"Ah, so you follow those leaders!" you smack a fist into your open palm. "I remember now; the two were having a rather heated discussion in an alley not far from where we are now. I stepped in to hopefully settle the argument and--"

"AND YOU DISRESPECTED ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE IN THE CITY!!" the young man roars in your face, spittle flying everywhere. "YOU SPAT ON THE TITLE OF CAPITOL LORD AND RUINED THE LEGENDARY BLADES PASSED DOWN FROM ONE LORD TO ANOTHER!! YOU MADE A MOCKERY OF US, AND SENT OUR GREAT MAN INTO HIDING FROM THE SHEER SHAME HE FELT!!"

"...I did no such thing." you reply, wiping the spittle off your face. "I merely said my piece and ended an argument before it escalated into a full-out fight."

"WHICH OUR BOSS WOULD'VE WON IF YOU KEPT YOUR NOSE OUT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS!" the young man jabs a finger at your chest. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG OF A HORNET'S NEST YOU'VE STIRRED, YOU COCKSUCKER!!"

The posse behind the rather lour young man nods and voices their agreement with his words, a few even pumping their arms skywards in total support. Some of your previous onlookers have backed away in fright and a little discomfort at the scene you're part of now.

>wat do

>>2671960
Ok, so.
Even if it is dispersing, there are still people around. Let's try to avoid an immediate confrontation. He is no threat to you, but it's better if the crow doesn't get involved.

Position yourself in such a way to avoid casualties if a clash starts.

Try talk him down.
Commend his loyalty, reprimand his language (there are children!), and inform him that while yes, you met his boss and confronted him, it is for the better, because you helped him realize that he was wasting his potential relying on a doubiusly useful tool (calling it weapon...eh).

Maybe he too is in need of a helping hand. Or fist. One of the two.

>>2671960
>>2671994
Seconding

Trying to de-escalate the mess and keeping bystanders safe it is.

Writan.

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You think you know what the young man before you is trying to do; he's baiting you. Provoking you. Trying to gauge just how strong you are so that he could attempt to defeat you in some underhanded manner some time in the future. A tactic only lowlifes would use, but the person before can be nothing but a lowlife.

You could give him the same lesson you gave to the man he supposedly follows; disarm him, damage his weapon, humiliate him before his peers, and walking away to deal with more important matters in your day. After all, you didn't need magic to take on the hooligans claiming to be lords yesterday.

The young man's hammer may be impressive and his posse numerous, but both are fodder in the face of your muscles.

But you cannot bring your full might to bear, as there are still innocent bystanders within collateral damage range. Though, they are dispersing; which means you must stall the young man before you long enough to give them that chance before going all out.

You back away, feigning nervousness and fright. The hammer wielding youth marches after you and so does his posse, creating more room between them and the coming mess as well as keeping your assailants' attention on you and no-one else.

"I understand you are rightfully angered at the defeat your leader has suffered by my hands," you start. "And I commend your steadfast loyalty to him. Very few would have the integrity and internal discipline to follow another person as faithfully as you do. But you must understand that I inadvertently shamed your leader because he needed to be shamed."

"WHAT?!" the young man growls. "YOU FUCKING--"

"Language!" you roar back, the fierceness in your tone and the fire in your eyes making the mob flinch back in surprise. "There are children in attendance!"

>>2671940
I thought we looked like Jonathan Joestar, and yes we are a GENTLEMAN.

>>2672069
Jojo is another character.

The hooligan mob is caught off-guard long enough for you to continue where you left off.

"A leader grows through failure and learns how to be better by improving from his mistakes." you press on. "From the way you described him, this Fredreich fellow sounds like a good man if somewhat rough around the edges. He can lead you all as one of the more well-known group of individuals in the city and few can say otherwise without you showing them the error of their ways."

"But you do so through force, which is blatantly wrong. Any subordinate that does wrong and is not chastised by their leader would clearly be led by a bad leader." you point out. "Therefore, to ensure his decisions in the future are not incorrect and his subordinates are led properly, he must see the error of his ways. To do that would require correction, and force so happened to be the only way to make it stick."

"...So you beat up our boss to teach him a lesson about him leading us wrong?" the young man asks.

"Yes. But he was stubborn and refused to accept my commentary, so I was forced to beat it into him." you let your shoulders relax a little, hoping your words are enough to stop a possible fight. "The fact that he lacked training to stand up to me was... unfortunate."

The young man looks down, deep in thought. His posse look at each other, confused and a little scared at your oratory ability.

"Tell me something country bumkin," the young man says. "You ever thought of joining a gang?"

>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue.
>A little, but I'm afraid I lack the time and experience.
>Yes, but I've been told it was a terrible waste of my talent.

>>2672078
>>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue. And before that guard duty watching out for monsters
>Name drop where we're from.

>>2672078
>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue.

>>2672078
>No, unfortunaly. I have my studies to pursue.

Not that it ever crossed your mind to be honest. Too much of your time was invested in moster-slaying and your training.
And what would your family think! Or your teacher? But you keep these thoughts to yourself, this fellow could take offence. He was just about to start a fight after all.

>>2672078
>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue.


On one hand having a gang will make us able to lead the other kids from the wrong path...on the other hand we have studies and should show the kids watching that being part of a gang isn't the right choice.

Internet crapped out on me for a while, sorry for delays.

Writan.

>>2672113
>different IP

I want to believe...but you really should get yourself a tripcode.

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"No, unfortunately." you shake your head. "Between studies and training, the interest for that never took hold."

While the prospect of you working on the city's shady underworld and saving the futures of the unfortunate youths who made the wrong decisions was appealing, you already had a goal to strive for and the added workload would jeopardize your already strict schedule. There just wasn't enough room for this sort of thing in your life right now. But the future is an ocean of infinite possibilities and you only need to look for the right course of action.

"Really? Never thought all that high for schools." the young man scowls. "They're just a waste of time. A guy could do better without it holding them back."

"True, but looking ahead is better than gluing your gaze to your feet." you say, quoting your teacher. "One should always look to the future rather than just the present. As annoying as schools may be, they are essential for one's growth."

"Heh. You sound like my old man, all mysterious and shit." the youth laughs. "It almost-- ow!"

"I said it once and I will say it again." you say, retracting your outstretched hand from where you flicked his forehead. "Language. Children are watching."

"...did you just flick my forehead?" the young man blinks at your hand. "I-I didn't even see you move!"

"Then you wouldn't want to see him punch you." a familiar voice cuts in. "Trust me, he hits like a charging Thunderboar."

"Mellow!" you turn and grin at your friend. "I did not expect to see you here! Are you exercising?"

"Yuppers. Figured I'd git gud after our little spar yesterday." the young man nods back, glancing at the hooligan mob before you. "Who're these bozos?"

"Bozo-- you listen here punk!" the hammer wielding young man steps up to your friend jabbing a finger at his chest. "We're members of the--"

Mellow narrows his eyes and shoves him away.

>>2672117
Ah man... and we were doing so well...

>>2672123
Oh well, now we'll do even better. Talking, but with our fists! Or maybe not. It's Mellow, he doesn't really need help.

>>2672123
>>2672129
This is Mellow's fight, not ours. He picked it, he should end it.

>>2672130
But we should just remember him to not wound then to much...they are just kids.

>>2672132
Remind him. He never met these chumps, technically we didn't either, but between the two of them its an execution to actually fight.

The young man is sent tumbling backwards, bouncing painfully off the ground once and skidding to a stop a good dozen feet back. The other ruffians gasp in shock and take a few frightened steps back, and you catch a hint of something... horrid-smelling tainting the air. You assume someone soiled their pants a little at Mellow's display of force.

"Look pal, I don't give a damn what gang you're part of and why you thought you had the right to walk up to my face and start jabbing fingers." Mellow says, eyes still narrowed. "But scum like you should learn where they stand before they're made an example of by the ones with actual power."

"F...Fucker..." the young man coughs, standing up on shaky legs. "Y-You broke my ribs!"

"And break more than that if you keep hyping yourself up as someone you're not." Mellow shoots back, turning to the others. "You guys too; don't you think I can't see the twigs and shivs you're carrying."

Twigs and shivs is quite a demeaning way to call two by fours and short swords, but he isn't wrong. Mundane weapons like the ones the ruffians are carrying are of little threat to magic-capable individuals who specialize in combat like yourself and Mellow. Still...

"Mellow, I do believe you have made your point." you step in. "Leave them alone."

"Dude, really? C'mon, they had it coming!" Mellow gestures to the young man and his posse. "Look at 'em glaring and gawking at us; they're probably thinking about how to take us apart right now."

"They are glaring and gawking at us because you roughed up their leader." you point out. "And though he was very rude, his actions did not warrant a response as painful as yours."

"What was I gonna, just sit there and take it?"

"Individuals with power have a responsibility to keep that power from harming those that know little of it." you quote your teacher again. "Remember that we have magic and they do not."

"So? They shouldn't go around picking fights they can't win!"

You step forward and put a foot on the young man's club before he could properly wield it. You shoot the ruffian a look that has him looking away and relinquishing his hold over the weapon in question.

"But he's an ass..." the young man points at Mellow.

"So're you!" Mellow points back.

You sigh exasperatedly.

>wat do

>>2672138
Attempt to explain to them that might doesn't make right, and convince them to settle their dispute with words and reason.

Strength is not a reason to claim moral superiority. The villains in folktales and legends are always strong, are they not? Stronger than anyone but the heroes who defeat them. And yet even if they were the stronger, that would not make their actions any less unjustified.

Nor is this an example that should be set for the children who /are still watching so watch your tongues/.

>>2672138
"Fine you both won't concede and both of you need to be show what to do. Mellow you will fight without magic and show that it's not just power but skill and knowledge that will win over pure brawl. The lad here will fight too so he can understand that he was just a fish in a small pound and hopefully realize what someone with the knowledge of a educanional system can do wonders."

>>2672147
Abd if they don't concede we just have Mellow use blunt weapons and without magic, untill the guy gets knocked out.

>>2672130
>>2672132
>>2672133
True.
>>2672138
...do we pull an "uncle Ben"? LEt's pull an uncle Ben.

<<Mellow, I understand that his terrible manners and attitude are annoying, but we have power, much power. And with power comes responsibility. Do not misuse your gift. Weren't you aiming to become a ( QM insert, some sort of elite guard if I remember correctly) ? >>

to the other
<<And let this be a lessen for you too.>>

Or something like this. Not really too focused rn.

>>2672159
Supporting uncle ben

>>2672138
Supporting the uncle ben speech.>>2672159
Can we also get someone to heal the dude? A broken rib ain't a funny thing.

>>2672138
>>2672163
forgot to link

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"Mellow, I understand that the young man's rudeness is far from endearing, but as I said before; both of us possess power. And with that power comes responsibility. We who are gifted with the ability to learn and use the mystic energies of magic are tasked not only with uncovering its secrets, but also to keep it from harming those who know little of it." you level him a look. "For it is the responsibility of those with power to protect those who lack it."

"...did you rip that last one off somewhere?" Mellow tilts his head. "I'm sure I heard somewhere before in a book or something."

"I most certainly did not." you lie. "I am not like your shallow-minded self. Unlike you, I learn. And through learning, I become better."

"You realize I have a dozen bladed weapons on me right now." Mellow shoot back, face dangerously blank. "I bet one of 'em can cut you somewhere that hurts a lot."

"And I can crush a set of testicles as easily as you would crumble crackers in your clenched fist." you point out and everyone in attendance winces. "But let us not stray further from the original subject."

You turn to the young man, whom you catch grinning victoriously at Mellow. You flick his forehead again.

"And do not think I do not see your attempt at provoking my friend into action, young man." you state. "I am lecturing you both here, so be still and pay attention before I beat it into your cranium."

"Pfft, yeah right." the young man scoffs, filled with false bravado. "I bet you can't even--"

You stab your fingers into his club, heft it over your head, and clench your hand into a fist. The makeshift weapon turns to splinters and the many pieces fall on you like rain while the larger sections clatter listlessly on the ground.

"...S-Shutting up now."

>>2672217
AH!

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>>2672217

"As I was saying." you clear your throat. "On the flipside, having confidence and believing in your own capabilities is as admirable as it is needed for self-improvement. But believing in one's self too much may result in arrogance, and such a thing is detrimental to one's self. As powerful as you are, there are always people better than you, and that therein lays the crux of the matter."

"Might does not make right. Power alone will never be the right solution to any situation, as your own strength may be eclipsed by another's. As a result, you cannot rely on just power to solve any problem you face, so pursue other avenues to better yourself lest you make a mistake that you cannot recover from." you flip the largest piece of the youth's destroyed club into your hand and offer it to the youth.

"Like picking a fight with someone stronger than you." Mellow pipes in.

You flick your friend's forehead. But instead of holding back like you have with the youth, you channel your full physical strength into that one finger flick. The resulting hit sends in stumbling back a few steps.

"Ow!" Mellow yelps, hands rushing to the flicked area. "That hurt, you bastard!"

"Cut into my talking one more time and I will toss you into the river." you threaten. Mellow pales.

"Y-You wouldn't."

"See if I don't." you turn back to the youth. "Let this be a lesson to you that success can be attained through more than just the strength in your sword arm," you turn to Mellow. "And to you that you have the duty of ensuring that you do not misuse what you have been gifted with. Is that clear?"

"Yes daaaaad, I got it." Mellow heckles.

"I-I got it. Thanks, uh..." the young man hesitates.

"Kurt. Kurt Vander." you introduce yourself. "Now, my friend and I must be going lest we be late for our breakfasts and morning classes."

>>2672256
Reform the city, one gangster at a time

>>2672272
And people say that muscle wuzards are all just about brawl and no brain.

>>2672274
Oh please, watch us pick up Mellow and jump to the school with him screaming at us all the way

"Ah, shit, you're right!" Mellow haws. "Today's Spellwork, right? Definitely not missing that."

"Right you are." you nod at Mellow, turning to the posse of (reformed?) ruffians as you collect your things. "We must be going now, young men. Be sure to take what I have told you to heart and at least try to better yourselves somehow. It is why schools and other learning institutions exist, after all." you tense your legs as Mellow parkour's up a building. "Have a nice day, everyone."

You jump and land on the roof of the building, right as Mellow clambers up. Side by side, you and Mellow begin free-running to the Imperial College; vaulting and flipping and jumping and sprinting across the rooftops to your current place of residence and learning.

"So who were those punks?" Mellow asks, vaulting over a low wall.

"They were underlings to one of the gang leaders I may have dealt with yesterday." you answer, sliding under a set of piping. "They were arguing in an adjacent alley and I brought it upon myself to intervene before someone got hurt."

"But you said you 'dealt' with them." Mellow furrows his brows. "Doesn't that imply you sort of... hurt them?"

"...some minor degree of combat might have been involved, yes." you admit. "But in my defense; they drew their weapons first."

"Might doesn't make right my chiseled ass." Mellow laughs. "Still, never thought you'd be that mature when it comes to talking. I half expected you to go ham and cheese on those guys when I rounded the corner. You looked ready to take names and chew crackers."

"I do not have the slightest clue where you get these phrases, but I feel insulted." you answer, sprint-jumping over a large street and landing on the other side with a slight roll. "Just what sort of literature do you read in your spare time, Mellow?"

"The best kind written by dumbasses who think they're hot shit by ripping off other people's work!" Mellow replies and does his own sprint-jump across the large street. He falls short but climbs p quickly before catching up with you. "It's called fanfiction. You should read a few of the good ones and laugh at some of the bad ones every now and then. It helps keep your head on straight."

"That does not sound like proper literature so I will refrain from reading it." you state, jumping off a rooftop ledge and landing in a crouch at the main gate. Mellow follows suit, landing in a roll of his own beside you. "No wonder your intelligence is remarkably low; you regularly kill off your brain cells reading bad fiction written by children."

"As a fellow fanfiction writer, I resent that remark." Mellow mock-scowls as you both enter the college grounds proper. "I actually write good shit compared to every other bad piece of crap that's on there."

"And yet it is still shit." you muse. "It speaks volumes of your writing skill if you say it is shit."

"Fuck you." Mellow laughs as you both reach the student dorms. "So, any plans later?"

"Not at the moment, no." you shake your head. "I suppose we will find out after class is over."

"Sure pal." Mellow waves at you as he walks off towards his room. "See you later."

You wave at his back as he is leaving, not caring whether he can see it or not. It is the right thing to do after all and you were a firm believer of doing the right thing even if no-one is there to see it.

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You head up the stairs and return to your shared room with Philia. You knock twice and enter, finding your roommate in the middle of brushing her hair. Philia gives you a smile as you enter and you smile back as you close the door behind you.

"Good morning Kurt." she greets. 'How was your exercise session?"

"It was great. I met Mellow just as I was finishing and spoke to a ruffians who thought they could avenge their fallen leader. I convinced them to change their ways, hopefully." you peels off your shirt and grab a towel. "As you ready for today's classes?"

"As ready as I will ever be, I suppose." Philia nods. "Oh, while you were away, someone came by looking for you."

"Oh?" you blink. "Who was it?"

Philia purses her lips in thought before she tells you.

>"It was Sachi and Saki."
>"It was that upperclassman, Joshua."
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

>>2672333
>>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."

sleep beckons

be back in a few hours everybody

>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

>>2672333
For gods sake, link your posts together.
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
Who is this, I cant remember if we met someone like that

>>2672333
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."

>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

>>2672344
It's the alchemist girl that wanted to collect our spinal fluid.

>>2672344
little girl wanted our blood and marrow

>>2672333
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."

Maybe she has the results from the blood analysis?
We did meet joshua only once tho. He was the one that warned us about Talhausser.

>>2672362
Most likely word cane out of us being bullied by the Vermillion gang...hopefully we aren't in to much trouble.

Also i think she never managed to collect a sample from our blood.

>>2672360
>>2672362
Oh yeah....that special conversation. How did I forget.

>>2672333
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
Time to be afraid.

>>2672365
uh, yeah. You are right, it was pretty awkward with the whole "I want some of your bones".

...eh ok.
Switching then from >>2672362 to
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

It'll probably involve training on how to control power, or some sort of sparring.

Sorry Joshua, but you both appeared once, and she's a fist wizard. Priorities.

>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

Eh i changed my mind.

>>2672333
>>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."

>>2672333
>>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

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Fuck yeah, time to fist some wizards. Welcome back FistQM, been waiting forever for this quest.

>>2672333
I kinda want the crazy shenanigans of someone wanting our blood and us being freaked out about it, seems most want waifu route so I'll roll with it too.

>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

I'm back everyone.

And it looks like talking about Vivio paying you a visit while you were out wins. Writan.

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>>2672333
"It was upperclassman Talhausser. She said something about a quick spar to see how far she has to go compared to someone with an actual goal." a pause. "I understand it was JoJo fighting her yesterday in a spar, so why is she seeking you out? You didn't do anything with her yesterday. Did you?"

"No, I did not do anything with her. I merely carried her to the infirmary after her fight with JoJo seeing as she was too tired to move and JoJo was too exhausted from winning his match against her to do the carrying." at her confused look, you clarify. "I talked to JoJo about it yesterday and he agreed that I would step in as reinforcement should his match with Talhausser end up going out of hand. She has a reputation for causing nasty injuries among those she spars with. Upperclassman Joshua has a scar on his arm from where she punched him."

"But what about your spar with Mellow?" Philia tilts her head. "Did you reschedule or something?"

"No, we settled it in time to catch the tail-end of JoJo's match." you sigh in remembrance. "Mellow fought well and he displayed amazing skill with the blade, but I still won."

"Ah, I see." your roommate nods, a flash of something appearing in her eyes. "Maybe..."

"Yes?"

"...No, nevermind." Philia hakes her head. "I'll be going ahead. See you in class?"

"Most certainly!" you guffaw. "See you soon, Philia."

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You clean up, dress up, and make your way down to the designated school building. You catch the familiar faces of your classmates lingering outside a door and walk in, finding yourself in a lecture hall similar to the one Gehrman taught in.

The interior is spacious as the one Gehrman used, but there are countless scuffs and marks on the walls, floor, and ceiling from where something powerful hit. The tables appear new and freshly made, gleaming with fresh varnish and smelling of new paint even from where you're standing. The air is particularly thick with the scent of mana, and you make out some hints of blood mixed in.

"What on Inomeia happened in here?" you can't help but whisper to yourself as you make your way to where your friends are seated.

"Good morning Kurt." JoJo greets,「 Star Platinum 」nodding with him. "I see you've caught wind of the air in this room as well."

"Was that a pun, you dickhead?" Sachi asks, voice only a little scandalized.

"An unintentional one, but a pun nonetheless." JoJo nods. "Don't blame me for how I say something, Saki."

"But you said it though." Philia blinks. "Wouldn't that out you at least somewhat responsible since it's still your mouth saying it?"

"You're just digging your grave deeper at this point JoJo." Mellow chuckles. "You're better off stopping and letting the inevitable happen."

You take a seat beside JoJo and look around for the sixth member of your motley ensemble. There appears to be a lack of the rowdiest member of your group, the young woman who appears to be perpetually locked in arousal. Mellow sees this and laughs.

"The Thirsty One went to the restroom a while back, buddy. You're safe for now." he clarifies. "But she did look a little high strung when I first stepped in. Your sister alright, Saki?"

"Ugh, no." Saki scoffs. "She's just a little prissy that she missed the, and I quote, 'manly slugfest between three guys and a girl'. She wouldn't stop giving me shit until it was lights out."

"...that sounds like an entirely wrong description of the events that transpired yesterday." you note.

"I said that too, by Saki said it's the description she likes best so she'll stick with it." Sachi shrugs helplessly.

>'manly slugfest between three guys and a girl'

Is this what the kids are calling gangbang now?

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>>2674056
You feel it before you actually see it; a presence like cold-blooded serpent coiling up your leg and wrapping itself firmly around your lower torso, teasingly close to your nether regions. A glance at your fellow males tells you that they notice it as well, with Mellow and JoJo both tensing up and giving each other similar searching looks.

A set of footsteps echo from the hall's entrance and you turn to see Saki approaching.

She looks different compared to yesterday, with more confidence in her steps and an air of certainty around her. Her uniform has been modified greatly, now being more formfitting and accentuating her shapely figure more. Most drastic among those changes is how she's left the top three buttons of her top undone, likely deliberately, and you catches flashes of purple lace whenever she shifts just so.

Her hair has been done into a high ponytail, leaving just enough free to frame her face while accentuating her glimmering eyes. She wets her lips and you fight the urge to swallow out of reflex.

"...Is it me, or has Saki undergone a makeover?" you whisper to JoJo.

"I'm certain college rules prohibit modifying their uniforms to that extent." the Joestar nods. "But yes, you are right; she seems to have... changed since we last saw her yesterday."

"Hello boys~" Saki greets, voice low and deliciously husky. "Miss me?"

"We've only been separated for a few hours woman." Mellow points out. "How the hell did you get a makeover that fast?"

"Well, a girl has to do what a girl has to do." she winks saucily at him, then turn to you. "Right, Kurt?"

"Saki-chan, what the hell?" Sachi looks her sister up and down. "You were dressed like that when we came in!"

"Did you change bras?" Philia asks, aghast.

>>2674230
Oh god, not again. Panic panic panic! Maybe we can offer up Mellow as a sacrificial lamb to save us and Jotaro?

>>2674266
A fist wizard won't cower against a challenge like this! Moments like these are the reason why Gehrman matched us with philly(or whatever her name was).

>>2674230
Seconding this>>2674266
he will thank us after he gets his pelvis fixed....and maybe some fluids put back in him.
>>2674277
Because she wont rape us in our sleep, and we wont do it to her. Saki absolutely would, and proceed to milk Kurt dry before waking up every day after drugging him, to the point it affects his gains. And likely showing his baby before the first semester is over. Master warned us specifically of women like her.

>>2674230
Always cracks me up, the water mage is the thirstiest.

Come on Kurt, you can resist this wily woman!
And in the process spur her even more.
Rip Kurt

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>>2674230
"Again, a girl has t do what a girl has to do." Sachi shrugs, the motion doing interesting things to her chest. "A quick change of clothes does wonders, and magic is a miracle device like no other."

"How on earth did you manage to get to your dorm room and back so quickly?" JoJo asks with some amazement.「 Star Platinum 」floats near and looks her over with barely constrained curiosity, a hand reaching out. "A spell or Star what're you doing. Star no."

"Aww, look at him~" Sachi giggles as the spirit projection pokes at her. "So curious. He's like a child in a candy store."

"A ripped child, maybe." Mellow breathes, before turning to JoJo and smacking his shoulder. "Dude, what the fuck? I thought you were one of the good ones here! Get your damn projection to stop harassing the thot!"

"Excuse me, my sister is no--!" Sachi starts, then stops. "Actually, what's a thot?"

"I'll tell you when you're older." Mellow reaches out and pat the Oriental woman's head. "For now, JoJo, just get your projection to stop that!"

"I'm trying but he's not listening." JoJo grunts, rising up and physically pulling his projection back. "Yare yare daze, the things I do for people..."

"I thought you spirit projections could be easily controlled by the user?" you ask.

"They can, but it would limit the projection's abilities and make it weaker." JoJo answers. "It's a trade off between more power for less control, or more control for less power. I'm trying to find a good enough balance between power and control, but it's slow going. And uncontrolled projections often have a will of their own."

"But that will is often a mirror of the user's, isn't it?" Saki giggles, leaning forward to present her assets to JoJo and inadvertently grant you a closer look at what she carries on her front. "Maybe you're not as stoic as you make yourself to be, JoJo~"

"A-HEM!"

>>2674300
>"A spell or Star what're you doing. Star no."
Fucking Star gets to do the thing before we do, I am actually jealous of a soul construct.

>>2674300
>"Excuse me, my sister is no--!" Sachi starts, then stops. "Actually, what's a thot?"
Poor sheltered girl, though when she finds out I wander if she will actually dispute it or just call her that every day now.

>>2674307
...well, its not a huge achievement, considering sachi is one week away from bringing out the rohypnol.

>>2674291
she won't be capable of doing that unless we do something incredibly stupid or she manages to overpower us in some way (which will be extremely unlikely)

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>>2674325
>Overpower
She gets smarter the thirstier she gets, she is already ULTRA aware of how she wont be able to do that. She's a water mage.....she's gonna cheat so hard the collage will make an entire book of how illegal it is to rape someone with the magic, the ways she will attempt it, and stunts she will pull to get bred by Kurt. Pic related.

>>2674363
all things considered, it will be a good way to keep our senses sharp and learn to avoid hidden traps and ambushes.

>>2674368
That's nice but we have to sleep some time, and she likely knows how many spying devices to put in our bathroom.

>>2674374
then that means we haven't gotten a way to sleep without worries. CHALLENGING.

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>>2674300
The voice is loud, stern, and silences your group's antics. All six of you turn to the front, where the speaker is, and collectively freeze at the sight of the lecturer sitting on the teacher's desk. A sword that's as long as he is tall rests in its sheath, leaning on the right side of the desk and its bejeweled pommel glinting red in the light of the hall.

"As amusing as this may be, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you lot to cease your antics so that we may commence today's lesson." he orders. "Take your seats, all of you."

Cowed by the presence of an authoritative figure, your group settles down amidst the snickering of the other students. You sigh in relief the moment Saki's Sakis leave your personal space and slump your previously tense shoulders. Really, what is wrong with that woman if her idea of fun is attempting sexual advancements so early in the day? If she did anything worse, you would have been forced to resort to your teacher's tried and true safety maneuver of bravely running away.

"Thank fuck that's over." Mellow sighs as the girls settle down in the table row in front of you. At Sachi's urging, Saki buttons up her top and pouts indignantly.

"Don't count on it. We still have a class to go through and a lesson to learn." JoJo sighs back. "Let's hope it isn't to long."

"Now that the sexually frustrated trouble is cleared for the time being," the lecturer starts, prompting a laugh from everyone else. "Hello and welcome to your first Spellwork class of the Imperial College of Magic and Higher Learning. I will be your teacher and supervisor through this class, Hadrian Edwards. I have served as the personal tutor for the Vermillion Imperial Family for ten years and taught the royal princesses and princes most of what they know now, so rest assured that the knowledge I will teach you is one-hundred percent genuine and applicable."

"That is quite the track record." you note. JoJo and Mellow nod with you.

"Hopefully this'll be a chill class like the old man's." Mellow notes.

"Now, the first thing you should know about Spellwork is that it is a mix of practicality and theory, requiring equal parts thought and action; thought to figure out where you want to go with your magic style and action in how you improve it. The theory part of it is easy enough to understand, it involves recording notable feats and mentally dissecting where they will lead. The hard part, is the practical side, which requires training."

Mister Edwards draws his sword and it glows red.

"And in my decade of teaching the royal family, there is no better training than the kind one suffers through."

"...Shit." Mellow sighs.

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He leads the class out of the hall and to the sparring arena where you fought with Mellow yesterday. He takes off his cape and blazer and stands at the center of the arena, sword planted and in the ground.

"Today, we'll be taking a look at what you want to achieve with your magic style. The best way for you to accomplish that is through training and repeated action against an obstacle that gradually increases in difficulty. Hence, why I brought you all out here; to spar against each other so that I can get a good read on where you stand." he shrugs. "I would honestly prefer it if I sparred with you guys one on one, but sparring against each other is faster."

You look around and note that most of the class has distanced themselves somewhat from your group. Odd, did they not wish to test how well they could fare against you?

"Pussies." Mellow pouts. "We'd hold back. Why're you moving away from us?"

"Ah, you six." the lecturer smiles. "The headmaster told me of your outstanding abilities, so have something else in mind to gauge your abilities considering how far ahead of your peers you are." he pulls his weapon free and rests it on your shoulder. "Your will be sparring against me. One at a time or all together is up to you."

"...Six on one is not good odds, sir." Philia ventures.

"I know the prospect of going up against the ex-tutor to the Imperial Family may seem a bit much, but I assure you that any pain you may feel is of little consequence when you see the advancements you will make with your abilities." Mister Edwards states with the utmost certainty. "Besides, allow an old man to indulge in a good fight every now and then, yeah?"

"I-I meant for you..." Philia corrects weakly.

You hum in thought. So the lecturer has invited you to either spar against him in a group or individually. The former would be more expedient and help build camaraderie between your friends while the latter would help you grow individually. You glance at the others and find them looking at you with expectant gazes.

>Spar together
>Spar individually

I've been called away for chores. Be back in a few minutes.

>>2674507
>Spar against him in groups of three
One the one hand, 1 v 6 seems a bit much, but on the other hand, I feel like he’s going to slaughter us 1 v 1. I’ll vote for sparring individually if it comes down to it though.

>>2674507
>Fight him by ourself
>Let the others team up as they see fit
>Lets get fit.

>>2674507
>>Spar together
Chances are that we will lose, but we will learn a lot from this.

>>2674559
Supporting

>>2674507
>Spar individually
harder and stronger and what not

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>>2674507
You cross your arms and consider the variables. Fighting him as a group feels a little much for the good sir, but he sounds and appears confident enough that going one-on-one would likely be similar to assisted-suicide. While both would help advance your abilities in a certain direction, it is unlikely to do so in a way that would appease the people involved.

A viable solution is easily gained and you feel your eyes light up.

"How about we meet in the middle?" you suggest. "Two groups of three against you, with one group going up at a time? It would expedite the sparring process and make it easier for you to keep track of things while there is so much action taking place. And it would also help you determine our abilities a little easier without so many people hogging your attention."

Your idea garners agreeable nods from your group and your fellow classmates chatter excitedly to themselves in anticipation for the coming bout of activity.

"Hmm. Good idea." Mister Edwards nods. "Excellent suggestion Mister Vander. You six will split into two groups of three and pit yourselves against me. I will leave whom you wish to team-up with, as well as which team goes first, at your discretion."

"Team huddle!" Mellow calls out and you six gather. "Okay, who wants to go where?"

"I'm staying with my imoutou." Saki says. "Where she goes, I go."

"That's her way of saying how well her Hyromancy skills compliment my Pyromancy." Sachi clarifies. "We have out own special style called Steam Release. You'll see what we mean later."

"I am fine pairing up with anyone, though I would prefer doing so with either Kurt or Mellow." JoJo says. "Their close range style meshes well with my ranged control over「Star Platinum」. I apologize if I sound sexist Philia, Saki, and Sachi."

"It's fine." the sisters chime in together.

"It's alright. My magic style doesn't mesh well with your either." Philia says.

"What is your magic style anyway, Phi?" Sachi asks. "You haven't spoken a word of it since we got here."

"It's... well, I'm a bit of a special case." Philia fidgets. "You see, my magic style is Elemental Conversion; turning elemental energy to pure mana or vice versa. But I favor electricity and heat conversions, with some preference to wind."

"Does your conversion trick work on physical force too?" Mellow blink. "Like punches or sword slashes?"

"Theoretically it would, but the timing required is..." Philia shakes her head. "Insane. What about you?"

"Eh, I don't particularly use magic for spells. I focus on physical enhancement and regeneration." you stare at him. "How'd you think I survive our spar yesterday?"

>tfw you're 'volunteered' to go on an overnight stay at a relative's place

>>2675230
I know that feel to well. Are you the youngest too?

>>2675230
is the regeneration for pushing hims muscles and tendons past their physical limits because they deteriorate due to the train he puts them though?

>>2675368
it should, otherwise he wouldn't be so ripped.

>>2675272
The oldest. My folks said I had to look after said relatives until it's time for me to get back to college.
>>2675368
That, for letting him survive shit that would kill other people.

So i'm either thinking of boys in one group and girls as the other group. Or we could just throw Mellow to the wolfes, but i think Saki, Sachi and Philia teamwork would be way better with each other.

>>2675395
Uh...that's new here at my place that usualy falls for the youngest one. Mostly because the relatives lile him more then the older kids that don't come to visit more often.

>>2675230
"Right. Well, I am sure everyone is well acquainted with my particular style of magic, so there is no need for me to explain it." you continue on. "Now that we have that settled and gotten preferences of people being partnered with whom, how do we sort who is placed on whose team?"

"We could draw straws." Philia suggests.

"Do you have anything that can suitably replace straws in this instance?" JoJo asks. He raises a brow when your roommate raises a hand and a magic circle manifests in her palm. Raw mana goes through one side of the circle and reappears on the other as six thin lengths of stone with colored bits on their lowers sections.

"Elemental Converter, remember?" Philia smiles. "So I've colored the bottom edged of three of these stone threads red, and the other blue. The three people that draw the matching color will be placed on the same team as each other."

"But I wanna be on the same team ass Sacchan!" Saki whines.

"We're not kids anymore Saki-chan, grow up already." Sachi sighs, taking one of the stone threads. Mellow, Saki, and JoJo follow with their own selections of stone threads, leaving only two within Philia's closed hand. The Hasegawa sisters, unsurprisingly, get the same red-colored stone threads while Mellow gets blue. JoJo looks at his thread and sighs, revealing it to be blue as well.

"Go ahead and pick one, Kurt. I'll go with whatever's left." Philia nods at you and you comply, making your own selection.

The lower section's color is...

>Red (teammates with Saki and Sachi)
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)

>>2675440
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)
the boys

>>2675402
Yeah, my relatives like me for being the most helpful of my siblings. It helps that most of my siblings are lazy sisters.

>>2675440
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)

>>2675440
>>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)
time to POSE! Even mellow! ESPECIALLY MELLOW!

>>2675440
>Blue

>>2675440
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)

>>2675440
Blue, like the manly spirit that dwells deep in all men.

"It seems that the gods prefer single sex teams for this bout." JoJo notes, smiling a little.

"Aw, I wanted Kurt to be on our team." Saki pouts, crossing her arms. "It would've been fun~"

Mellow looks skywards and frowns mightily at the heavens as「Star Platinum」prods curiously at the swords he has strapped onto his person. You understand his displeasure; a group of hot-blooded young men working together to achieve a common goal is all well and good, but you reckon he and Saki might share the same appreciation for members of the opposite sex.

"Philly!" Sachi cheers, hugging your roommate and prompting a laugh out of her sister and the one-eyed blonde. "Waaiiiii waaiiiii!"

You walk up to JoJo and Mellow, exchanging fist bumps and excited grins. That is more than enough to let each other know of your mutual excitement for what is to come.

"It seems all of you have decided on your groups." Mister Edwards asks, looking between the even split of men and women. "Which among you will face me first?"

"The boys, of course." Saki grins at your group. "Gentlemen should always be the first to do a task before the women."

"Any objections?" you ask JoJo and Mellow.

"None here." JoJo and「Star Platinum」shake their head simultaneously. "Star and I are fine with going first."

"Uh," Mellow speaks up. "Ye--"

"So am I." you cut into Mellow's attempt at protesting. "It's decided then; blue team will battle first."

"Hey, wait a minute, what about me?" Mellow says again. "I never agreed to any going first business!"

"But Kurt and I have, so the majority wins." JoJo answers. "Do your best and try not to lose too badly."

>>2675643
Mister Edwards laughs.

"Right you are Mister Joestar." he turns to the rest of the class. "And to everyone else, you may take your positions on the stands to observe the coming battle. Remember to take note of any abilities displayed here and analyze its internal workings. A spell or technique is made up of more than just fancy lights and long incantations. Watch how the mana flows and how it interacts with the world around it, and we'll go over it in class proper once we get the chance."

As everyone else shuffles to the stands, you, JoJo, and Mellow take positions across from Mister Edwards, who watches you move with a face of utmost serenity.

"So how're we doing this?" Mellow asks. "Divide and conquer? Knightly one-on-one? Balls to the wall flailing?"

"「Star Platinum」is a ranged skill, so I'll be comfortable at a distance." JoJo notes. "While I am a Kinetomancer, Kurt and yourself appear to be better versed in melee combat. Does your healing extend to others besides yourself?"

"Yeah, but it's not instant. It'll need time to take effect and I have to be in physical contact for it to work." Mellow draws a sword and twirls it in his hand. "Kurt?"

"My Fist Wizardry is potent by itself, but it works best in melee." you note. "Which means at best, JoJo stays at range while Mellow and I engage up close. But Mellow must stay combat effective for us to last long."

"Sounds about right." Mellow nods. "Anything else?"

>Inspiring Speech!
>POSE!
>FLEX!

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>POSE!
>FLEX!

>>2675677
>>Inspiring Speech!
>>POSE!
>>FLEX!

>>2675677
>POSE!

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>Inspiring Speech!
>POSE!
>FLEX!

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>>2675677
>Inspiring Speech!
>POSE!
>FLEX!

>POSE!
>FLEX!
ARE ALWAYS THE RIGHT ANSWER
IF THEY AREN'T INSPIRING WNOUTH I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEIA WHAT WE CAN SAY

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>>2675677
"One more thing." you note, adjusting your stance. "To properly commence a duel between us and our teacher, I propose we do the Fist Wizard's Greeting."

"Fist Wizard's..." Mellow repeats, but you are already in motion.

You crouch low, one leg outstretched with a heel buried in the dirt. You sweep the limb outwards to create a curtain of dust that is just thick enough to obscure your follow-up motions to prevent anyone from spoiling the coming display of respect, valor, and manly musculature..

Still crouched and with one leg outstretched, you bring your arms up and F L E X[/I] what muscles you have on your arms and back. You channel some mana into your musculature and make it glow an molten red that high-lights the way the band of muscle mass ripple. Your P O S E is not the best, but it fits the position you're in right now to a T.

Mellow stares at you for a bit before he's attention is taken by JoJo's own P O S E. The young Joestar flares his blazer coat backwards and flexes his abdominal muscles so hard that it strains against the tight confines of his shirt.「Star Platinum」appears behind him and flexes its own impressive semi-corporeal musculature in the same way its user does with his own body.

Mellow stares.

"...No. No, no, nope, not in a million years, no." the fool crosses his arms and looks away. "I'd rather suffer than--"

「Star Platinum」moves.

Mellow screams.

The dust settles to reveal the move magnificent (in your opinion) sight.

>>2675867
glorious

>>2675867
You, JoJo, and Mellow locked in epic poses (willingly or otherwise).

You, crouched on the floor, glowing and muscled back to Mister Edwards as you flex your arms in the likeness of a bird about to spread its wings. Your face is a visage set into a stony frown that wouldn't look too out of place on a venerable statue.

JoJo on one side, blazer-coat flared outwards and locked mid-motion in the air through clever application of magic within the cloth of his clothes. His face is serene and his eyes are slant towards Mister Edwards, like a young warrior seeking to challenge a great foe.

And Mellow laying on the ground, neck and back propped up against the dirt while his legs kick towards the heavens as though to defy the arrogant gods that dwelled overhead. His face is red, contorted into a look of pain and outrage as an incorporeal「Star Platinum」holds him in that position. The young man glares death you and JoJo with even as he struggles to get free.

"I hate you both so much right now." Mellow hisses.

"Hm." Mister Edwards nods. "Quite the display of dexterity from the both of you. Is this the fabled Kinetomancer's Greeting?"

"Indeed." you state, still holding your pose ad flex. "And it is customary for the party being greeted to greet back."

"A-Ah..." Mister Edwards swallows nervously. "M-Maybe we could just move onto the sparring?"

"Not until our greeting has been returned." JoJo states, still holding his pose.

"B-But I'm not as well d-defined as you three..." you can't see it, but you're sure he's wincing right now.

"For the love of all the gods sir, just strike a pose!" Mellow yells. "Any pose'll do, just strike it! Please! I can't feel my neck!"

"U-Uhm..." there is a ruffling of cloth and the slight grinding of steel against earth. A few of your classmates chuckle. "W-Would this do?"

"Good enough." JoJo nods, breaking his pose. You rise to your feet as「Star Platinum」relinquishes its hold on Mellow, letting him fall to the ground in a heap. "And let this be a lesson to you Mellow; when the guys pose, you will pose with them. Whether you like it or not."

"Pricks. Both of you." Mellow hisses, drawing his blades. "Pricks to the bone."

"Is everyone ready, then?" Mister Edwards states, drawing his sword. "Then the rules of the spar is as follows; land three hits on me and you three win. If I make you surrender, then you lose. Anything short of lethal force is allowed. Does that seem fine to you or do you three wish to add more conditions?"

"That is fine." you nod, entering a stance. "JoJo? Mellow?"

"I'm fine with it." Mellow sighs, entering a stance with a sword in each hand.

"No complaints here." JoJo shakes his head, the soul projection appearing over his shoulder.

"Very well then." Mister Edwards enters his own stance, sword resting on a shoulder. "You may begin when ready."

>>2675867
Aaannnddd Saki just fainted.

Rolled 13 (1d18)

Now you guys get to fight a teacher! Gimme the best of three 2d10s for how well Kurt measures up!

Rolled 4, 4 = 8 (2d10)

>>2675911
what matters is if give it our all or not.

Rolled 8, 4 = 12 (2d10)

>>2675911
DORYA!

Rolled 10, 8 = 18 (2d10)

>>2675911

three 4's (a dubs), two 8's and a 10. Dubs or trips don't matter but they make me feel better.

>>2675911
>1d18
Oh god no, this guy is a tough customer. Our ass is beat

>>2675929
yeah same, think the 10 would pull us through, though. Maybe we get a bonus for almost all of our rolls being multiples of 4

>>2675929
>>2675934
A double would've seen you through. As it stands though, you'll come close to making contact.

>>2675948
It's fine Mellow and Jojo are srill backing us up.

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>>2675904
There is a moment of silence, a calm before the storm, as your group weighs it options and decides upon a course of action. On some unspoken signal, you and Mellow blur forward, flanking left an right respectively.「Star Platinum」takes up the rear, charging head on towards Mister Edwards with a cry of 'ORA!'.

On his end, Mister Edwards remains unmoving as you near with your various weapons ready to strike.

The older man shifts his footing and blurs backwards, letting you, Mellow, and「Star Platinum」clash fists and weapons. Your eyes track the older man as he skids back, lunges forward, and raises his sword in an overhead swing; all within a span of a second. You and Mellow pull back, but「Star Platinum」is a mite too slow and receives a devastating blow to the shoulder that cracks its corporeal form.

While Mister Edwards' sword is still stuck within JoJo's projection, you and Mellow capitalize and attempt to strike at his mid-section.

In a stunning display of dexterity, Mister Edwards jumps up, tucks his legs close, and kicks you and Mellow both in the face as you enter melee range.

The force behind his blow is staggering and you're sent skidding backwards a good three feet. Mellow, on the other hand, is sent hurtling away and tumbles off the ground a few times before coming to a stop in an unmoving heap.

You recover in time to see your Spellwork teacher kick his weapon out of「Star Platinum」and move to cleave you in two at the waist.

Tensing, you hop over the longsword's blade, and dropkick the older man's face while you're still in the air.

But the older man manages to catch your incoming boot with a hand mere inches from his face, grips the appendage hard, and throws you bodily over his shoulder. You land roughly, and roll to your feet as you skid to a stop beside Mellow. You wipe a smidgen of blood off your chin as your friend gets up.

"I've got an idea, but I need a distraction." Mellow tells you, readying his swords. "You up for it?"

"It is not like we have any better ideas." you shrug, rushing back into the fray alongside「Star Platinum」.

Rolled 5 (1d18)

Another best of three 2d10s please!

Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d10)

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Rolled 10, 3 = 13 (2d10)

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Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d10)

>>2675995
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!!

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>>2675992
「Star Platinum」, despite the damage on its shoulder, charges boldly into Mister Edwards' guard with a barrage of punches. Such its speed and ferocity that the lecturer grunts and steadily loses ground to the rain of blows that descend upon him. You flank to the side while your lecturer's attention is glued on the projection before him, and spot Mellow doing the same on the other flank.

Your gazes meet and he grins savagely, throwing his swords at Mister Edwards.

The older man reacts with the speed and accuracy you expected him to have; parrying「Star Platinum's」blows and redirecting them to that they hit Mellow's thrown swords. The weapons tumble through the air as he knocks JoJo's soul projection aside and turns to Mellow.

Only then does he notice your shadow and looks up in time to see you hit the pommels of the deflected swords and send them blurring towards his back.

The lecturer spins his sword in a graceful arc that bats the swords as he turns on his heel to face you, sword primed to knock you out of the air and into「Star Platinum」. But before he can move, there is a glint as a brace of knives ricochet off the deflected swords to bury themselves around the tip of Mister Edwards' longsword. They're positioned in a way as to keep the weapon pinned with their hilts.

Such a maneuver wouldn't work for long, given how strong your lecturer is.

But you didn't need long to land a blow on him.

You roll forward and extend a leg. Your roll gains momentum, and that plus your weight plus gravity plus your own magic-charged strength equals a solid hit capable of shattering enchanted steel.

In this case, the blow is enough to send Mister Edwards to a knee.

Your class gasps in amazement and more than a little shock, and even your two male friends' eyes widen in triumph at the deed you pulled off. \

Then Mister Edwards surges to his feet and strikes.

Rolled 18 (1d18)

I have no idea how you guys pulled that off, but gimme another three 2d10s to see if it sticks!

Rolled 3, 9 = 12 (2d10)

>>2676049

Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d10)

>>2676049
Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles!

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d10)

>>2676049

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d10)

>>2676049
He rolls roughly our highest possible roll on average, so there's pretty high odds it won't stick.

That said, there's nothing stopping us from giving our all anyway.

>>2676061
Well he was asking for a fun fight so i guess the thre of us managed to do that?

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>>2676038
A thousand and one things happen at once. Nine hundred and eighty-five of those things are the result of your lecture swinging his sword once.

The ground breaks as an uncountable number of cuts appears on its surface and it splits into hundred of perfectly cut squares. The air churns as something cuts through it multiple times or multiple somethings cuts through it once. Your skin aches, and for a moment you think you've been set on fire before you realize you've only been lightly cut hundreds of times.

A terrible force crashes into you as the world unfolds into a storm of slashes, and you and Mellow are sent hurtling back.「Star Platinum」sublimates before the onrush of slashes and JoJo gasps, falling to a knee from the feedback.

You crash into the wall and slide out of the resulting you-shaped crater. You look yourself over and find yourself to be a canvass of bleeding cuts. You cough and your shirt falls apart into countless pieces. Across the arena, you catch the same happening to Mellow as he struggles to sit up.

"Oh." Mister Edwards blinks. "Oh dear, a-are you boys alright?"

He stands in the center of perfect circle, carved into being by a thousand light slashes. His longsword is glowing blue and Elvish runic script is visible along the length of the blade. Both it and the light fades after you blink.

"N-No..." Mellow groans. "I can't feel my face."

"You have regeneration, just fix it." JoJo winces as he stands up. "Ow. I'm going to feel that tomorrow."

"Can you still move? Do you have difficulty breath?" Mister Edwards asks, approaching Mellow. "I-I'm really sorry for that; Mister Vander's attack caught me off guard and I reflexively countered with a high-tier area-of-effect spell. Do you need to see the healer? Can you--"

Mellow glances up at you, face whole and mouth twisted into a smirk. He moves and you gawk at his blatant disregard for sportsmanship.

Rolled 18 (1d18)

That last attack has you on the ropes. You've got enough juice in you to make one last all-or-nothing attack.

Gimme three more 2d10s!

Rolled 9, 7 = 16 (2d10)

>>2676076

>>2676077
Twice in a row.

Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d10)

>>2676077

Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d10)

>>2676076
The weak point of that technique is this:

To maintain the momentum of the blade through one hundred high-speed slashes, you have to swing at full extension, resulting in a perfect circle of slashes around you. However, because of this,「you can't target enemies within your arm's length, and any enemies thus positioned will interrupt the flow of the attack」.

...Now if only we could get within that range again, ever.

>>2676080
Yeah, well, I guess RNGesus is feeling merciful now. Who knows, maybe it'll be merciful to you guys too.

>>2676076
Mellow lunges for Mister Edwards, a knife in one hand as the other grabs lapel of the lecturer's shirt. The weapon comes in for a stab and the sudden motion makes your lecturer flinch back in shock.

A miniature hurricane forms around Mister Edwards, with winds moving faster than a speeding musket round and lit with flashes of lightning. Mellow is blown off his feet and struck by no less than seven individual lightning bolts as he is carried through the well of compact wind like a piece of paper inside a storm cell. He curses as he is struck by thunder and tossed about like a ragdoll, carried higher and higher into the sky.

Then the hurricane dissipates and Mellow falls. He flails in obvious panic and you jump skywards to catch him before he hits the ground.

As you wrap your arms around your friend, you become deathly aware of the various electrically charged metal weapons he carries on his person as they electrocute you and Mellow with the leftover electrical charge they have.

"Why did you think attacking Mister Edwards while he was concerned for you to be a good idea?!" you yell over the rush of wind.

Mellow's eloquent reply is to scream expletives at something and shoot a single-finger salute at the heavens.

With both your and Mellow's muscles twitching out of control and both your mind being too riddled with pain to focus, you tumble out of the sky. You close your eyes as the ground rushes to catch you and Mellow in its very painful embrace, unwilling to see what would happen next.

There is a brief moment of AGONY, then an eerily still silence.

...

You open your eyes a moment later to see Mellow glowering over you.

>Did we win?
>How is JoJo's「Star Platinum」?
>Are my muscles broken?
>Why are you still ugly?

>>2676097
>Are my muscles broken?

>>2676097
>How is JoJo's「Star Platinum」?
>Other: Try to get up. The battle isn't over. Not yet.

>>2676097
>Try to get up.

>>2676099
Yeah, this. I mean, we probably lost, but acknowledge it we will not!

>>2676097
>What a shocking experience, this bout.
>Realize it is a pun, feel conflicted and deflect
>I belive the match is over

>>2676112
I would think it is a fighter who cannot recognize when he is defeated and must retreat must be a poor one, if not a dead one.

That said, the standard hunting behavior of rocs, and probably many other flighted monsters besides, is to drag their prey up into the air and drop them from such a height that they die on impact with the ground. If we can't even walk off a fall such as this, how could we possibly have defended our home against wyverns and other monsters like them?

>>2676117
I mean, I can swim, but swimming while trying to rescue a struggling friend and constantly being electrocuted would be a bit harder.

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Sorry guys, but something came up and now I've got rowdy cousins to babysit for the night while their parents deal with something important. I'll have to continue this on the 'morrow.

>>2676097
>Why are you still ugly?

Vander's you can't break muscles..

>>2676150
Go there and take care of your cousins Fist.

>>2676148
True, but I imagine swimming while rescuing a struggling friend and being electrocuted might be slightly more comparable to swimming while fighting off a giant mythological bird and actually winning than just swimming casually.

>>2676097
>Try to get up.

>>2676097
>Try to get up.

Oh Mellow, there is a time and place to use dirty tactics. This obviously wasn't one of those times.

>>2676159
But take care not to fist said cousins.

im back and still sleepy cuz my cousins were pricks and spiked my drink with caffeine and i couldn't sleep for most of last night.

>>2677544
cousins are fine and unfisted thanks

writan

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You try to get up, muscles straining to pull you into a sitting position. Your current physical condition is of little interest to you right now; you have a fight to win and a teacher to impress! Even though you may not win, you still have an obligation to keep fighting so long as you could move! You could still move your arms to punch, so your main weapons are still usable, and your legs...

...wait a minute.

You can't feel your legs.

The main method you use to get around, the way of movement you trust most, the part of you that you have always treasured and held dear after what had happened to your sister Henrietta. Gone.

You look at Mellow and grab his arm, beginning to hyperventilate.

You try to hide the building horror from appearing on your face, but fail. Memories of you greatest failure that rainy night come back to haunt you, and you see glimpses of yourself in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, stuck managing good for a convenience store in some meager existence as a cashier, and by the gods your muscles were wasting away!

"Relax motherfucker!" Mellow slaps you and you realize that you've been screaming. "Relax! Calm down and listen to me; you're half-in a goddamn deep puddle!" you freeze and look at your legs. Sure enough, everything from your waist down is under a sizeable puddle of unknown depth. "Fucking hell, I thought you were supposed to be a tough monster hunter; why're you screaming over this?"

"This never happened." you hiss at him, grabbing at the lapel of his shirt and pulling yourself upright on numb legs "If I hear anyone talking about this, I will hurl you into the river from the College dorms."

"Dude, I am too tired to give a flying fuck right now." Mellow groans. "Your little freakout's safe with me."

You sigh, rubbing your eyes and willing away the embarrassment.

Thank you. Now..." you look around, finally noticing the area you are in. "Wait a minute, this is not Imperial College grounds."

"It's not." Mellow grouses. "I think we were blown away to the forest outside of town."

>>2678029
i'm beginning to imagine Mellow is the son of Samuel L Jackson

>>2678052
I'd be down with that, the universes version of him must be fucking awesome.
>>2678029
Jesus.....I wonder if they stopped classes to go and look where they crashed.

>>2678029
You stare at him.

"Yeah, I know, its hard to believe, but I don't think I fell straight down and you caught me at an angle." Mellow sighs. "The good new is that at least we didn't land in the sea or worse; the royal palace grounds. The former would put us in salty as all hell water and the latter would have us spending a night in the slammer. And I think you know how well that'll translate in our disicplinary files."

You wince. Yes, there was that bit of fortune, so not all of this was a fruitless endeavor.

"So now we have to make our way back." you continue for him.

"Yep." Mellow nods.

"Through unfamiliar territory that neither of us have been through."

"Hey, you hunted monsters before; don't you know how tracking and orienteering are supposed to work?"

"I never said I could not lead us out of here, but the point still stands that we are both in territory we know almost nothing about." you point out. "Are there any monsters here? People living nearby we could ask for directions? A quicker back to civilization? With those questions answered, our situation would be significantly less troublesome. Besides, orienteering requires a map and compass, both of which I do not have."

"Fair." Mellow winces. "Alright we might as well work with what we know and start getting out of here. Which way is home big guy?"

>Pick a random direction and start walking.
>Climb a tree to get your bearings.
>Listen for a river and follow where it leads.

>>2678111
>>Climb a tree to get your bearings.
Or Jump as hard as you can. We should be capable of bypassing the treetops

>>2678122
This. Supporting.

Wait, did the hurricane throw us all this way or was it Kurt JUMPING too hard when he was trying to catch Mellow?

>>2678175
The hurricane got you to jump as high as you did.
Mellow's electrically charges metal weapons short-circuited your head and you couldn't focus enough to correct where you were going.

So yeah, Kurt jumped too hard trying to catch Mellow and got them both catapulted into the woods outside of the city.

>>2678111
>>Climb a tree to get your bearings.

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>>2678111
"One moment." you crouch. "I will find our bearings first."

At Mellow's nod, you jump upwards and grab the trunk of the nearest tree. With it as leverage, you pull yourself upwards with enough force as to smash through lesser branches. Leaves part in your wake and bark is mulched under your grip until at long last you reach the tree's highest peak. From there, you spot another, taller tree and jump to its highest peak.

The view from there is spectacular and you catch a glimpse of the Vermillion Empire's capitol. You guessimate the distance based on the flocks of bird and the size of the other trees in comparison to the ones near you.

From where you were and based on how fast you and Mellow could move, both of you would reach the city limits within half-an-hour. Twenty minutes if you decided to move at full sprint, factoring potential obstacles and feral monsters.

"Anything up there, big guy?" Mellow yells.

"I see the city!" you yell back, committing the general direction of the city to your mind. "We are roughly a half-hour away if we move at full sprint!"

"Sweet! Now get down here and lead us out of here!"

You prepare to drop back to the ground when you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You turn to as you feel the bark you're holding onto shift into an arm that grips you hard.

The top-part of tree you're on shifts, moves, and pulses. Bark turns into hide, leaves and branches melt into the tree trunk, and a humanoid shape appears. A snarling face made of wood and magic shifts out of the tree and roars at you.

Then it pushes you off.

You yelp as you tumbled through tree branches and clusters of leaves. You flail your arms to try and grab an errant branch to slow your descent, but the entire tree is shifting and moving, and more of those wood monsters are appearing.

The last branch halts your fall and you flop downwards, landing on all fours. You hop back as the monsters start dropping from the tree and surround you and Mellow, snarling and glaring death at you with eyeless wooden faces and crude teeth made of mossed-over wood. You and Mellow go back-to-back, your fists raised and Mellow's blades drawn.

"Our luck must be really bad if we just so happen to land near a Mimic colony this big." Mellow notes, somewhat grimly.

"I wonder whose fault that is?" you ponder.

"Dude, it was a fight and he said anything goes!"

"You cheated by launching a dirty sneak attack on Mister Edwards!"

"What part of 'anything goes' don't you understand?!"

"What part of you is willing to disrespect proper sportsmanship in a controlled environment?!"

The Mimics roar and charge at you and Mellow as your argument reaches its peak.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

Kurt and Mellow vs Mimic horde!

Gimme the best of three 2d10s!

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d10)

>>2678566
I WANT THAT MIMIC!

Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d10)

>>2678566

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d10)

>>2678566

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The Mimic hordes rushes you, hundred of bodies made of wood and moss and spitting fury falling over themselves to get to those who tresspassed on their domain. A few of the smarter Mimics morph themselves into stronger material or outright lesser monsters to try and get to you and Mellow.

Were you a lesser Fist Wizard, their sheer weight of numbers would have surely overwhelmed you.

But with your array of skills and Mellow's swordsmanship, the Mimics sheer number advantage is very quickly made into a liability.

"I just capitalized on a moment of weakness! Striking when the enemy least expects is a valid battle tactic!" Mellow shouts at you over the combined roars of the Mimics. "And he said anything goes!"

"There is a line you do not cross when battling in a controlled environment against a seasoned opponent who has served as the tutor to the Imperial Family!" you shout back. "Launching a sneak attack when he is fussing over you is crossing that line!"

Mellow moves in a dervish of steel and fluttering cloth, a whirlwind of death that turns rampaging Mimics into subdued chunks of dead Mimics. Every swing of his sword kills five of the monsters, and the return swing kills five more. He dashes between lunging mobs and weaves through flailing claws to chop hands off of arms or decapitate heads from shoulder with expert sword strokes.

Within moments, he establishes a perimeter of diced Mimics around him.

You on the other hand smash and punch and kick. Bodies are sent flying, limbs broken under immense striking blows, chests a cored through with focused punches, and heads knocked clean off shoulder with devastating kicks. You are the mountain to Mellow's dizzying whirlwind, standing firm before the tide of ferocious monsters and stemming it with fist and pure might.

Before long, you establish a perimeter similar to Mellow's with brutalied Mimic corpses and and fists bloodied with monster blood.

"It was the best course of action!" Mellow roars, cleaving a Mimic in two.

"Your sneak attack got us into this mess in the first place!" you roar back, ripping a Mimic in half.

"How would I know his surprised response is to conjure a mini hurricane?!"

"Hence why you should have respected proper sparring conduct and maintained proper sportsmanship!"

"Fuck sportsmanship and fuck you!"

Rolled 1 (1d10)

Another three 2d10s, please.

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d10)

>>2678844

Rolled 9, 8 = 17 (2d10)

>>2678844

>>2678837
Aaaaah...friendship.

guys.... LETS TAME THE STRONGEST MIMIC. IMAGINE ALL THE COOL THINGS WE COULD DO WITH A MIMIC BUDDY

Rolled 6, 10 = 16 (2d10)

>>2678844
Now that i think about it. Isn't d!ngerous having a mimic colony this big, so close to the capitol?

>>2678861
We can try, but i don't think Mellow is in the mood to spare something and we have nothing to capture a wild mimic.

>>2678861
YES!

>>2678869
Sure we do. We show it that we are the dominate force like what we did the gryphon, we beat it until it's submissive, we carry it in one arm back to the capital.

>>2678869
we only need to beat it hard enough to fall unconscious (which we are doing right now), then we just carry it on our back. Also Mellow can whine as long as he wants; he got us in this situation and he will shut up if we want to make a profit from this.

>>2678863
Obviously. A colony this big wouldn't go unnoticed unless the people in charge keeping monsters in check are slacking off... or someone/thing's been hiding these things.

Writan

>>2678887
>or someone/thing's been hiding these things.
>discount evil warlock creating a mimic horde.
Really? I thought this was sort of a mimic sanctuary.

>>2678887
what's the cutest and toughest mimic?

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>>2678950
Mimic-chan obviously.

>>2678837
The Mimics charge in again, believing their sheer numbers will be enough to overwhelm you. But this time, their empty eye sockets glow a fiendish green and their wooden teeth sharpen.

They've become enraged.

You and Mellow exchange looks and he jumps, sticking his legs out for you to grab. You do so and your friend thrusts his swords outwards at the nearest enraged Mimic. Then you shift your weight on one foot and spin, forming a literal whirlwind of death.

The monsters, too overcome with rage and bloodlust, run headlong to their deaths; turning to bloody chunks of meat with the external texture of mossy wood. You spin once, twice, thrice, and mow down wide swathes of the monsters with disgusting ease. Blood splatters every which way from your and Mellow's deadly two-man combination technique, drenching the immediate area with the blood and guts of unfortunately placed Mimics.

"Proper sportsmanship is nothing to mock, Mellow!" you say as you spin Mellow. "It is the basis of the greatest rivalries between the greatest warriors!"

"You've got a lot of balls to say we're great warriors when we barely lived through that reflex hurricane!" Mellow answers, unperturbed despite being used as an impromptu monster mower. "And don't you think I've forgotten your screaming a few minutes ago!"

"That never happened!" you roar, throwing him at the nearest group of Mimics.

"I'll get a damn memory salve to back me up if I have to!" Mellow yells as he lands, turning the Mimics to mulch. "You don't scream like a pussy in the presence of another man and think you won't be made fun of!"

"Not if you suffer a sudden bout of amnesia!" you roar, throwing yourself at the nearest group of Mimics. "And the best causes of that involve physical trauma to the head!"

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2678950
A newborn Mimic is cute but not tough.An ancient Mimic is one of the toughest monsters around, but is far from cute.

Also, gimme another bo3 2d10s!

>>2678979
Wouldn't Willow be able to piece the puzzle together? There was that one time Kurt explained his reasoning to fight and something about because his sister is crippled.
I don't know if he explained it to Mellow or not though.

Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d10)

>>2678995
Man this is going to be a pain to clean up later...

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d10)

>>2678995
Rolling. Cute is subjective. Maybe we can train an ancient Mimic to be cute.

>>2678998
*Mellow

>>2678995
can I roll the last set of rolls?

Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d10)

>>2678979

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d10)

>>2678995

>>2679068
>>2679071
...Oh.

>>2679086
no worries anon. Crit fails don't exist. Or at least they don't take priority.

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>>2678979
As you and Mellow deal with the last of the Mimics, the remainder hiss and fall back the larger tree they originally come from and scramble up it. Based on the number you see, there are less than a hundred remaining, easy enough pickings for you and Mellow to deal with. You turn to your friend as he finishes off the remaining Mimics on his end, decapitating two with a dancer's flourish.

"Where'd the rest go?" he asks, wiping the blood off his sword. "There were still a lot last I checked."

"They fled up the tree they originally came from." you point at the tree in question. "Perhaps they recognized our superior might and left before we could finish them off?"

"Mimics are good hiders, so they've got a brain under all that Mimic meat. The fact that they ran shows that they know when to throw the towel." Mellow muses. "But there're a lot of Mimic corpses here, and a monster colony this huge wouldn't have gone unnoticed by local patrols. Especially since its so close to the capitol."

"Unless an outside party intervened." You note.

"Either that or the local guards slacked off." Mellow shrugs. "Either way--"

The ground shakes.

You and Mellow stumble as the tree the Mimics climbed up begins to move; its bark shifting and flowing like water in a bowl. Part of the tree trunk splits in to two, pulling away from the rest of the tree and forming narrow legs with mossy root feet. The largest branches flow into bony arms tipped with crude sword hands, attached to an emaciated wood torso. A head forms, a hideous thing of wood and bone and dripping moss, and two furious eyes glare at you and Mellow with monstrous rage.

The Treant Mimic roars and stomps twice, raising its arm and bringing it down.

You and Mellow regroup under the shadow of the Mimic and your friend crosses his swords. The limb lands on the sharpened edges of Mellow's weapons just as you land a kick under the parts of the swords that are crossed together.

Meeting stiff resistance, the Treant Mimic bellows as its arms bounce off with a deep indent where is hit Mellow's swords.

"A Treant Mimic. Great." Mellow grumbles. "How much do you want to bet that the rest of the smaller Mimics are on that thing?"

"Pass." you scoff, charging forward.

Rolled 6 (1d12)

Mini Boss: Treant Mimic!

Lets see if you guys can survive this! Roll me the best of three 2d10s!

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d10)

>>2679207

Rolled 3, 8 = 11 (2d10)

>>2679203

Rolled 10, 9 = 19 (2d10)

>>2679207

>>2679221
Damn, Treant Mimic tamed.

>>2679213
I'm just impressed this happened twice in a row.

Rolled 7, 6 = 13 (2d10)

>>2679207

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>>2679203
The Mimic trundles forward and raises a root-foot to crush you.

You skid to a stop under it, raise your arms, and catch the limb.

Immediately, the large monster's weight presses down on you and your feet slowly sink into the earth. The various minor injuries on your person flare up in pain, and fresh blood spills from reopened wounds to drip onto the earth. But the pain spurs you onwards and you hold beneath the monster's great weight, like Atlas holding up the weight of the world on his shoulders.

But unlike Atlas, when the weight tries to leave you, you grip hard and keep it in place. Long enough for Mellow hop on and climb onto it.

Seeing the distress their larger kin is in, the lesser Mimics drop to the forest floor and rush you, intent on removing your from the equation.

You rear back and throw the captive root-foot in your hands, crushing the onrushing tide of monsters as well as sending the Treant Mimic stumbling back. The motion dislodges the lesser Mimics holding on to it, and they fall to the ground where your fists make short work of the.

"Je suis monte!" Mellow cries, evading the Treant Mimic's attempts at dislodging him like a gnat. He reaches the Mimic's 'face' and stabs his swords in its empty eye sockets. "Lights out!"

The Mimic roars in agony, sword-hand going to its face to swat at Mellow. Your friend jumps off to escape the incoming swattery, but not tying a length of rope to the pommels of the swords he stabbed into the monster. He lands, tosses you the rope, and you pull with all the strength you can muster.

On the first tug, the large Mimic does not budge. On the second, it stumbles forward a few steps. On the third, you nearly pull it off its feet. On the fourth, the large monster finally loses its stable footing and pitches forward.

As its shadow blots out the sky, you and Mellow jump towards it.

Mellow swings a sword at the Mimic's chest and it stops partway into the Mimic's thick hide.

You follow-up with a kick that transfers enough force into the blade so that it cuts through the rest of the way, and cleave-smashes the monster in two.

You and Mellow fly through the splinters and meat chunks and blood and viscera of the defeated foe as its separated top half is sent careening through the forest and levels the unfortunate trees that are in its path. The monsters and wildlife observing the fight are immediately spooked and flee, the ground shakes in the wake of your victory, as though the earth is exulting in your hard-earned win.

You and Mellow both land on the ground and skid to a stop before the remaining handful of lesser Mimics, who hiss and flee into the woods like the cowards they are. In the ensuing silence, you and Mellow turn to each other and grin, trading fistbumps.

"Not bad." Mellow laughs. "Definitely better than the fight with Mister Edwards."

"Whom you disrespected." you add.

"Will you just let it go already?!" Mellow throws his hands up. "Gods, why the hell are you so hung up on that?! He said anything goes!"

"That is still no reason to disrespect an opponent in an honorable spar, let alone our teacher." you wag a finger chidingly.

Mellow kicks you and you lightly shove him, drawing a laugh out of the two of you.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!!" a voice screams.

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>>2679340
"Who goes there?!" you roar, body lighting up as Mellow draws his blades. "Show yourself!!"

"Waah! W-Wait, wait! Don't hurt me!" a pair of hands burst out of a bush and waves around. "I-I'm sorry if I disturbed your bro-time!"

"...our what?" Mellow turns to you. You ignore him to focus on the more important issue at hand.

"Step out of the bush and identify yourself!" you order and the speaker complies, if a little shakily. It is a woman, hair as red and vibrant as a blazing inferno and eyes an equally bright shade of crimson. She is dressed in exercise clothes, a utility belt housing a water bottle and several energizing snacks strapped to her right hip.

You recognize anyone with such vibrant colored hair and eyes anywhere and drop your hostile stance to kneel.

"Princess Vermillion." you say. Beside you, you hear Mellow do the same. "We humbly apologize for our rude actions."

"N-No, no, it's okay!" she urges, rushing over. "Please, stand! You don't have to kneel to me!"

"Courtly etiquette would demand otherwise, milady." you answer, head bowed.

"And neither of us want to get thrown into a dungeon for disrespecting the Emperor's Favorite." Mellow supplies. "So we're doing this anyway."

"I, uh, c'mon, stand up already!" she... whines? "We're in the middle of a forest, who's going to see this?"

You blink, trade glances with Mellow, and slowly rise to your feet. The heiress to the Vermillion Empire beams at you both, then blinks at your state of dress and he condition of your bodies.

"What happened to you two?" she asks, then blinks. "B-Besides fighting a horde of Mimics, I mean."

>Truth
>Lie
>Boast
>Mellow

>>2679370
>Truth

>>2679370
>Truth
"We were in a sparring match with one of our instructors. Due to our hubris among other things we caused the instructor to panic and cast a spell which resulted in us being greatly displaced. Entirely our fault, I assure you. No need to charge the instructor as having committed any misdeeds, milady."

>>2679370
>Truth

>>2679370
>>2679377
Also, if we can it'd be cool to ask about why there would be so many mimics this close to town. If that isn't a matter which must be kept secret, of course.

>>2679370
"My friend and I are actually students from the Imperial College's magic-field." you explain. "We had classes today involving spellwork. Our instructor wished to see how skilled we were and had the strongest students in his class spar with him, seeing as most were not suited for combat. We fought and after a certain someone decided to try his hand at a dirty sneak attack, our instructor panicked and cast a spell that greatly displaced us."

"What was the spell?" the princess blinks.

"A mini hurricane thing that carried me into the air and struck me with lightning a few times." Mellow glares at you. "This big lug here jumped up to catch me, but we both got electrocuted for our trouble and he overshot his jump, which brought us here."

"It wouldn't have been too much trouble if your weapons weren't electrically charged, and they would not have been if you respected your combatant enough to not launch a sneak attack in the first place."

"Kurt, I swear to every God out there that if you bring that up one more time, then I'm cutting your f--" Mellow glances at the princess. "--fflabby excuse for muscles."

"Flabby?" you flex an arm. "How is this flabby, you unhealthy pleb?"

"Unhealth- why you overgrown--!

"A-Anyway!" the princess cuts in. "You both said you were blown here all the way from the imperial college, right? How did you two survive the fall?"

"Innate toughness and by drinking a lot of milk, milady." Mellow nods.

>What are you doing here, milady?
>Where are we, milady?
>Why so many Mimics, milady?

>>2679406
>Why so many Mimics, milady?
>And why are you here unaccompanied?

>>2679413
Supporting

>>2679406
>Why so many Mimics, milady?

>>2679413
This.

>>2679413
Also supporting.

>>2679406


This: >>2679413

>>2679406
"Regardless," you cut in. "There seems to be an abnormal amount of Mimics concentrated in a single area. Would you happen to know why, your highness?"

"Not really, no. Father doesn't let me in on much of the ongoings of the Empire beyond what I hear from the news and hearsay of the palace servants. The one who would know would be one of my brothers." Princess Vermillion. "But there have been rumors about a mad Beast Tamer disappearing several months ago after something happened to him."

"What happened to him?" you quirk a brow. The princess shakes her head.

"I don't know much of the details, but I heard it has something to do with a spat in a governmental administration building." she glances between you. "Do you think he may be responsible for so many Mimics being so close to the capitol?"

"If nothing else, then we at least have a possible culprit." Mellow muses. "Only a Beast Tamer could get so many monsters in a single location. The question is why, and how."

"Mimic colonies are rarely located close to a settlement, much less one as densely packed as Vermillia." you agree. "Perhaps the person used a lure?"

"That's the only thing that makes sense right now." Mellow sighs. "This sounds fishy to me, Kurt. Wanna investigate this more later?"

"Perhaps. But before that," you nod to Princess Vermillion. "Milady, could I ask why you are here unaccompanied? Where are your escort?"

"Oh, I ditched them." she waves off your question. "They were getting annoying with all the questions and reminders about where my usual jogging route is, and their tails were so obvious. I just had to get away from it all for a while, so I snuck off here to take a quick hike."

"...Without an escort?" Mellow gapes. "Do you have any idea how much of a security risk you are right now without an escort?"

"Please, I can take care of myself." Princess Vermillion crosses her arms and sniffs haughtily. "Besides, I have Laevatein with me. I'm perfectly safe!"

"Alone? In a forest? Full of monsters that can become anything you could possibly imagine?" Mellow presses. "Ma'am, no offense, but I think you're overestimating yourself a little."

"Am not!" she stamps her foot on the ground. "I'll have you know that my tutors think I'm making great strides in improving my combat skills! I bet I could take you in an arm wrestling contest and win handily!"

"With arms as thin as those?" Mellow laughs. The princess fumes and you begin to list the ways you could suture Mellow's mouth shut without him noticing.

>Shall we escort you out of this forest?
>We'd best be on our way.

>tfw your folks send you to buy something and you have to search through a dozen supermarkets to find

>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?

>>2679579
>Ask her to help us out of the woods then
Stroke the ego of the pretty princess, and get the fuck outta dodge from whatever Mimics are nearby, thus saving the bloodline so she can have Kurt's kids safely.....in the future that is.

>>2679580
Been there, done that. I just stop after the first, and then try again next week.

>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?
We were just about to leave.
Also, Laevatein? What kind of magic is it? Summoning, projection, reinforcement?

>>2679580
At least you have a car...right?

>>2679579

>Shall we escort you out of this forest?

i would rather not phrase as a question but than i need to remember we are talking with royalty. Are our wounds serious or can we still power walk through it? Would be nice to have some regeneration like Mellow.

>>2679584
We are a commoner we can't get laid with princess...yet.

>>2679586
i think that's the name of her sword.

>>2679589
We are a excellent Fist Wizard, our genes are perfect for a princess's husband. We're just going to get stronger as time goes on.

>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?

>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?

>Inb4 we bump into the Princess' ditched security detail

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>>2679579
"My friend's jabs at your health aside milady" you nod at her again. "Shall we escort you out of the forest now?"

"Eh? But I just got here!" the princess pouts. "Don't tell me you'rs scared of a bunch of Mimics! You just killed hundreds of them a few minutes ago!"

"Indeed we did. And while I do not doubt my or Mellow's ability to slay or drive off whatever monsters we may encounter in this forest, we cannot do so at full strength knowing there is a non-combatant is nearby and potentially in harm's way." you narrow your gaze at the young woman. "Especially one who so happens to be the youngest member of the Imperial Family."

"But I can fight! Look!" The princess reaches out with a hand, seemingly to grab at empty air. "Serve me, Laevatein!"

There is a brilliant flash of golden fire, which solidifies into a mass of gold. The mass compresses itself into a beautiful golden straight sword, decorated with red filigree near the hilt and tipped with a jewel pommel. Your magically attuned senses pick up mana radiating off of it, and it reeks of dormant embers just waiting to be set ablaze through force of will.

"That's one hell of a flashy piece." Mellow whistles looking the weapon. "An alchemical core made from dragon blood, treated in mystic flames, doused in blessed water, and linked to your personal mana reserves, right? Thought activated too; this thing must've cost a fortune to forge. I'm guessing it's attuned to your elemental affinity or something?"

"Damn right!" Princess Vermillion smiles haughtily. "Which means--"

"You've yet to unlock its actual power." Mellow cuts her off. Her highness blinks owlishly at him.

"What?"

"See that filigree here?" Mellow points at the red markings near the hilt of the sword. "That's not just a decorative piece. It's a limiter. That's there to keep whatever power you use below a certain threshold."

"And with good reason." you cross your arms. "Your elemental affinity is fire, is it not? If you lost control, you could very well end up setting fire to yourself."

The princess recoils in shock and stares at her weapon in a new light. She likely wasn't told of that for various reasons, and now she has cause to consult those that gifted her the weapon in the first place. Not that you would care; if the people that made Laevatein wanted to not be prodded by the Vermillion Empire's heiress, then they would've done a better job hiding that limiter from Mellow's gaze in the first place.

"Regardless," you cut in. "We must leave, your highness. And you really should come with us for your safety and ours."

"I..." Princess Vermillion sighs and wills her weapon away. "Alright."

>>2679634
Oh thank god for Mellow, he blew her the fuck out from doing something stupid in one sentence.

>>2679634
mimic pet when

>>2679634
Welp that's one crisis averted.

>>2679639
Just you wait the princess security is about to attack/surround thinking we are the princess kidnappers. Although from the way Kurt and Mellow must be covered in blood and gore from the spar and killing so many mimic i think people will think twice before bothering them.

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>>2679648
One day anon...one day.

>>2679651
Honestly, it's for that reason that we should preemptively stow away our weapons. At least, as much as possible when Kurt's weapons are his body. But I wouldn't want anyone catching Mellow idly playing with a blade in the presence of the princess.

>>2679659
I'm just expecting the spymaster or whatever person that is in charge of tailling the princess to jump us the moment we leave the forest...

>>2679668
Eh, we'll just tell them how we ended up in the forest, our Instructor and the entire class can back it up. Not to mention we can point out to them that if we were kidnappers with half a brain, we wouldn't walk back to the capital with the princess in full daylight.

>>2679672
To be fair though, supposed super gang leaders have been walking around with reject trash weapons for status symbols. So it may be normal to have incompetent villains.

>>2679677
Oh god i'm so glad we refused the offer of becoming a gang leader now.

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>>2679634
Before any of you can say something, the slightest noise catches your attention.

You turn to it and see something make its way through the various dead Mimic pieces and forest undergrowth towards you. Her highness moves to summon her sword, but a raised hand from Mellow stops her. You step towards whatever is moving just as it reaches your location, bursting out of a small pile of dead leaves and twigs. You catch it easily and hold it at arm's length.

"...is that a newborn Mimic?" Mellow blinks. Her highness stares.

"It seems so." you lift the tiny Mimic, currently half the size of your fist and assuming the form of a deformed lovechild between a dog and a lump of meat. "The poor thing must be angry that we killed its fellows/"

"Or really hungry." Mellow picks up a chunk of Mimic flesh and offers it to her highness. "Could you cook this, ma'am?"

"W-Why should I?" the princess backs away, disgusted. "I'm a princess!"

"Just feed it the meat, Mellow. If it is hungry and not just angry, then the baby Mimic would consume it regardless." you walk over and Mellow hands you the chunk of flesh. "Here you go little one."

The tiny monster ceases its growling and snarling when you bring the meat into its field of view. It sniffs the offered meat a few times before biting into it.

"...Is it wrong that we're basically forcing a newborn into cannibalism in front of a princess?" Mellow asks. You note that her highness is watching the baby Mimic eat with morbid fascination.

"Oh, now you have a conscience." you roll your eyes, setting the baby Mimic on your open palm as it continues to eat. "What happened to it when you--"

"One more time." Mellow snarls. "One more time with that 'respect the duelling rules' bull and I'll stick a sword in you where the sun don't shine."

"Technically, the sun would not shine anyway because the sword in inside me, but very well." you nod at Princess Vermillion. "Let us be off then."

>>2679691
Well I guess we got a pet now. Neat.

>>2679691
>forcing a newborn into cannibalism
I'm pretty sure that, if Mimics cared about cannibalism, the Baby Mimic would have recoiled from the meat out of sheer instinct.

>>2679691
it's precious

>>2679696
Oh wait, how are we going to keep track of a Mimic when they can change forms at the drop of a hat? Unless Mimics have a magical aura that can be sensed, owning an untrained Mimic sounds like a recipe for trouble.

>>2679701
Eh, I'm more worried about Saki get a hold of Shoggy.

>>2679701
We can just wear him, as a hat or something.

>>2679698
Nah mimics in fantasy usualy result in cannibalism. The only thing the little ones care in such young age is just to eat after all it's has you said if it had anything against it it wouldn't have eaten it.

>>2679703
Whaaat, what could Saki possibly do with a Mi-
>Mimic transformations are on the "anything they fucking want" scale
>Saki continously lusts after Kurt/hot men
O-oh crap.

>>2679701
Young mimics get locked in a form only older mimics can change at will. This little guy seem to not have morphed into a object yet so his "morph slot" is blank.

Also we can ask these questions to our teachers.