Another situation

[zanza]

“What you say punk?” Yelled a sophomore to a brown-headed freshman wearing white.

“I am not repeating my words to a punk like you.” Replied the freshman as started to walk right past the two students that stopped him in the hall demanding things and looking for fun.

“Why you little son of a b-tch. How dare you say that to us and just walk away like that you are weak!” With that last out burst the student turned to the freshman and sent his fist straight towards the kids back before he backed off with a smirk.

Starting to fall forward a little the freshman took one step forward with his right foot and stopped fighting. Regaining his posture as if nothing had the freshman turned around to face the enrage sophomores. With a blank apathetic face he said coldly, “Is that all you got? Why don’t you try and hit me in the face?”

Standing there watching as the two students yelled a bunch of nonsense of how they would make him pay the freshman only stood there with his hands in his pocket and wait for the fools to get done and make their moves already. Once they where even more enrage at his apparent boredom the two students charge forward with their fist high ready to strike the freshman that stood still as he stared at the on coming attack.

How do I get into these situation?

[akada]

There was a light sense of thudding, and then those two sophmores would have found their fists burried against the flesh of a taller male, standing just over seven-feet, a grin on the teachers face as well. This was an interesting situation, now wasnt it? He had been assualted, regardless of if he had put himself in the situation. The question was. Would he make an example of these two students, in keeping up with his promise of breaking the hands off the first little punk that raised a hand at him.. then there was the fact. The hand had been raised to punch a smartass, not himself.. this was interesting indeed.

"I should hope you will retract your fists in a timely manner.. lest you wish to lose them?"

Brow rose then, looking down at the little sophmores.. though.. the towering behemoth dwarfed most people as if it werent even a challenge. However, the students didnt seem to care, as they reeled back and swung once more. Only to meet his flesh with a thud once more. He didnt even flench as he looked down at them. The smile he had held on his face up to that point suddenly turned into something more sickening. It couldnt be called a sneer, nor a grin.. It was as if he were a tiger getting ready to bare its teeth onto prey, and in that moment, a shot of fear flew through the boys, as not only had the teacher just taken two blows, he was now looking back at them as if he was going to eat them both whole.. not exactly a fun prospect for two sophmores in highschool.

"Now we have a problem.. I should hope you boys were in the auditorium when I introduced myself yes?"

A smirk came and then his hands shot up, grabbing hold of a wrist each, both on the outside, with them held, he slammed their wrists inwards, forcing a sandwich between their other wrists and then in the middle as they met a sickening crack and then the sound as if someone had taken a hammer to something ensued, leaving their wrists to turn to pieces. A simple shift and one boot sent one of the students flying down the hallway, as the same leg cocked back, grabbing the other by the back of the neck and slamming him solidly into the ground before withdrawing himself. A simple shift of his neck and he turned his sights on the boy that had been the target of the whole situation.

" I should hope in the future you keep your mouth just how it belongs. Shut. Lest you wish for someone that isnt as nice to do something about it.. by the way.. you get three warnings.. this is your first."

With that. The red haired male simply moved, pushing a set of red shaded sunglasses up over his eyes, that black silk shirt being brought back front due to the fact it was unbuttoned. Giving just a slight view of his back, where a scar ran down about six inches wide and coming from his right shoulder all the way down to his waist.

[zanza]

Looking at the teacher that had just dispose of the sophomore the freshman just rolled his eyes as the teacher was making the student suffer. It was obvious he was full of himself, but it was also clear he had man reasons to be that way. Since it seemed like he had godlike strength, but the freshman was not eager to put that to the test.

“That’s quite a rude thing to say to a student now isn’t Mr. Katashi? Maybe you should be a little more gentle and kinder to the student body. Maybe you could do you job a little better.”

Now putting his right foot behind his left the freshman turned his body around to face the hall and started to walk down it slowly with both hands in his pocket. Raising his right hand in the air the freshman added loudly, “I had everything under control just to let you know.”

Some teacher, does not really seem to care about his students.

[akada]

" Rude? No. Rude is when students do not know that they are here to learn, and not to fight nor insult others. You obviously werent listening either. Disrespect my workplaces, and I will disrespect you. Simple as that. As for doing my job, I am. Maybe you havent heard, but as a teacher, it is my job to ensure events like this dont happen. Thats two by the way."

Looking him over, he really did hope this student didnt think he was joking either, as he was far from. Did he respect the boy? No. Did he understand why he did as he had though? Of course not. As a student however, it was his job to come and learn, not to instigate things. Simple. Ignore them. However. Hiroko's job was to ensure the student body followed the rules first off, and also to act as a substitute where the need be. So it wasnt really a matter of being rude or not doing his job.. now was it? A simple glance back too the two boys who were trying to get back up would have brought a snort.. hands came down and he grabbed them by the back of their pants, hoisting their bodies upwards with a slight sigh. Heading off towards the nurses office.

[zanza]

With a grin on his face Zanza replied, “Well how did I disrespect your workplace? I merely said you maybe a little to rough with the student body when this school just started. It’s not that disrespectful, but to each his own.”

Glancing back towards the teacher Zanza gave off a smarta$$ smile as he said, “I don’t feel up to getting my a$$ beat to the ground today so if you don’t mind I will leave unless you have something else to say.”

Why do I always have to be like this to everyone I meet? Well it’s not that bad because at least this time the teacher seems arrogant. Of course I am acting that way too. LOL. So I can’t complain that much.

[akada]

"You disrespect my workplace with every smart ass remark and every insult to your own injury. Thats three. Hence. Your out of warnings, I should hope you shut your mouth now, lest you do want to get in a fight. "

He had stopped where he stood, holding those sophmores by the belt of their pants, his back still turned to Zanza but at the same time, he was unfaltering in the manner which he had held himself and still held himself. It wasnt really of arrogance either, but more so the fact that if need be he could just rip the boy limb from limb and say one of these little thugs had done so.. no.. now that would go against his job.. killing a student on duty. Hmm. Perhaps a simple slap around would be enough should words be uttered yet again, speaking of profuse idiocy.

[zanza]

Taking his hands out of his pocket and placing them in a fist Zanza kept looking away as a smile came to his face. A teacher wanted him to shut his mouth? Not only did the teacher request that it be done but he also seems to of added an alternative for what could happen.

“Choices in life I have to make. I can do what you demand me to do or I can live my life my own way. Despite obvious outcome of the situation I would rather live my life with no regrets then to play it safe. You should understand what I am saying.”

So I will get beat to the ground. If that is the price I have to pay for my freedom then so be it. If I give in now then what will stop him from pushing me around next week? I coward before no man despite how strong he is or the outcome.

With a line of sweat going down the side of his face at the possible outcome of this confrontation Zanza’s right arm made a slight twitch as he tighten his muscles in it. Of course Zanza was worried which sane person won’t be face with these odds so all he could do is try and relieve himself of some stress before the teacher made his move.

First week and I will be sent to the hospital. Just my luck and mouth

[akada]

"The thing is. This is school, and like a workplace, you do not have freedom of speech in here. Period. Hence why I gave you three warnings, obviously you dont catch on, and for that, I am gonna have to show you why we are allowed to punish you. Maybe then you will get it. "

Turning slightly he walked off a little more down the hall and set the two boys on the ground, supplying a light tense with his fingers into the area between the first ones skull and ear behind, and after he was out cold, he followed up with the other. Raising his body back upright he would have just slipped that silk jacket from his body and folded it up, setting it down near the sophmores and walking right back towards where he was. He didnt want his shirt being damaged by blood, it was pretty expensive. A simple role of his shoulders and he offered the boy a smile. All over his torso and arms there were little and long scars, though the longest lay on his back, coming from his right shoulder, about six inches wide all the way down to the left side of his waist.

"So. Lets see if you have the skills to back up that mouth."

He knew damn well why in his own mind he was arrogant, the fact he had survived for six years in a place far more difficult then this, and with that came the size of his body, as well as why he had been called here to help with this school.

[zanza]

“Some days our ideas will clash and we will see who is right. Today is not that day so I do not care to fight you, but if you want to flex your muscle it is not my place to stop you. You are a teacher after all.”

Turning around to face the teacher Zanza slipped off his white jacket as he stared at the teacher that might as well send him to the hospital. It would be a lie if Zanza said he was not the least bit scared and the twitching in his right arm, despite small, showed he was nervous along with the sweat coming down his cheek. The outcome of the fight was obvious, but Zanza would not back down from a fight no matter who it is. Of course Zanza like to take the first hit, but chances are that would not be a wise plan with this guy.

Taking a last gulp of nervousness Zanza stared off at the teacher waiting for what the next thing is suppose to happen.

As time went on more students where gathering around the hallway to see the outcome of the fight. Everyone already witness what Mr. Katashi did to the two sophomores and where just waiting on what he would do to the nameless freshman. Along with whispering about what happen the students where also talking about the ideas that the two had exchange. Even though Mr. Katashi ideas where harsh they started to think that they did not really have a voice in the school and feared what would happen if they spoke up. Then their where the very who silently went with the freshman and hoped for a miracle, but said nothing.

[akada]

"Maybe thats so, as they have already, the thing is. I am done talking after I gave you the warnings to shut up. I had far more pressing matters to take care of in the students I "disciplined" as I guess the board would put it, but since "discipline" comes first now I will have to take care of you before I can continue. So go ahead and start us off."

A wave of his hand should have lead the boy to come forwards, if not then it would only be a matter of waiting before Hiroko instead came for him, and that was definitely not what the boy wanted, as the difference with it, is that he would be in theh ome territory so to speak, and already that lead close to victory. A simple shift of his head evened out the tensing muscles and forced them to relax again, however, even despite the tensing of his muscles and the manner of words he chose to speak, the tone he used was still something of a calmed and relaxed manner, even soothing to some sense of the meaning. Those massive arms came into a slight bend as open hands soon became focused palms, as fingers had bent inwards and the thumbs shifting over to connect with the flesh of his hands, letting both arms bend outwards and show itself into the formation that had been meant to be his starting point all along.

[zanza]

Well it looks like I really got myself into quite a mess. Wonder how this would end.

Keeping his eyes locked on Mr. Katashi Zanza notice that he was inviting Zanza to make the first move. That was a particular invitation that Zanza was not to happy or ready to accept, but he knew he had to make a move sooner or latter. The problem was that Mr. Katashi stance made him cover up most of the hall way so only a direct route would be capable, but the problem is that Mr. Katashi could rip him apart if he grabs Zanza.

Well I guess I could go straight in and then try and slide off to the side and avoid a counter.

Yet as he thought of this issue Zanza could not ignore the feeling he was having that made him quake a little and doubt his own ability. Shaking his head once as soon as the thought came to his head Zanza prepared himself to face certain doom.

Well it is now or never. “Lets see what you are. A teacher or a enforcer.”

Kicking off his feet Zanza went straight towards Mr. Katashi with both of his hands locked in a fist and position with his right facing behind him and left in front parallel to the floor. As he came in for the attack Zanza came in low as he leaned his body slightly to the left and made his right fist towards Mr. Katashi gut.

Zanza knew that the first attack would most likely be counter by one of Mr. Katashi fist so Zanza planned to dive behind him as soon as he moves one of his arms to counter and strike from behind. Yet before that happens Zanza has to proceed with his attack pattern.

If he takes me as a joke I should be ok, but if not then I am going be in a world of hurt. Of course if he takes me seriously then he has some respect for me, and that is a victory for me.

[akada]

That hallway wasnt all the large and of course, Hiroko was more then big enough to take up quite a bit of it. The thing was, with those massive long legs, he had tensed them up and allowed that boy to charge, and as the fist was swung he would have realized something, he had moved just before he got into swinging position, body stretching leg to clash against that steel locker and his body was up lifted, carried upwards and bending slightly at the waist, coming just shy of the ceiling, and with Zanza's dive he came flying back down with that heel, the dent in the locker had caved in so far it would be unusuable to the unlucky student it belonged too, at least until a knew door and frame was put into it. Massive arms were locked into that same palm position, and the other leg was bent into a knee, siding right with the.

"I might as well give you a lesson while I am at it, after all I do run the after school Martial Arts club. Lesson 1: NEVER take the front position unless you know your opponent."

If Zanza some how managed to get out of the way, his heel would have collided those steel boots right into the tile floor, cracking the tile and shaking the floor slightly from his massive body clashing into a solid object. A bit of dust was kicked up, and once it would have settled he had kicked back and away from Zanza once more, though, this of course if he had managed to dodge. If not, well, then he had just had numerous bones shattered to almost dust. It was a satisfying feeling the fact that he would have to teach so many people.. even if at first they had to be taught the hard way, each one of them would learn how to defend themselves and also how they were to defend others should the problem arise. A denouncement of existence was not a problem.. nor an issue, instead it was the representation of what would be, and what would carry itself free.

[zanza]

As Zanza was throwing his first punch Zanza angled his fist downward and swung it below his chest to add momentum to the dodge he would have to perform to get out of the situation he was in. With his fist moving downwards Zanza sent his upper body into a spin and with his feet Zanza turned them counter clockwise and pushed himself off the ground down angling away from the lockers as the teacher slammed his foot into the locker.

Hitting the wall opposite of the locker with his back Zanza slid on it for a little while before he hit the ground and went into a roll and stopped while he was on his knee. As he got to his knee Zanza quickly rose to his feet to hear the tile shatter as the teacher landed on the floor. Turning towards the teacher as he landed Zanza notice the cloud of dust setting and the teacher standing there ready to go on the offensive.

If I had actually plan to follow through with the first attack then the teacher would of deflected me causing me to recoil backwards. From that confuse state he would of slammed his heel in me causing massive damage.
ooc: I avoid the block by angling my right hand downwards to my left sending me into a slight spin where i would kick off my feet towards the wall parallel to the locker avoiding the attack. From there I roll onto my knees rise and then face you sh_ting my panys(j/k)

[akada]

There was a method that could have carried the flowing motion right through that dust and chased the boy down to provide even more damage, but it would have been a waste of perfectly good energy, and instead allowed the boy to expend some more as he shifted back into that same open palmed stance as before, settling into their bent formations as he followed the loose resistance the boy was trying to make to keep himself from realizing what it was. A simple snort, and all it was to the exhale of air over ones fresh inatke of oxygen deep within those lungs..

"Hmm. Not bad, but its still flawed. There was on method I could have just used to put you out.. try harder this time please."

[zanza]

Slowing his breathing down as he regain that stance Zanza looked on as Mr. Katashi regained his stance and politely informed Zanza what he could have done. In a calm tone as if criticizing harshly the teachers action and comments Zanza said, “Could of, would of, should of, but didn’t. It does not matter what you said you could do. All that matters is what will you do next?”

Ok that plan did not work out. I need to gain better control of my momentum. In any case that stunt won’t work again. So I have to develop a new plan fast.

Standing there facing the teacher as he resumed his stance again Zanza kept his eyes on him seeing if he could find any weak point other then the one he had just used. Zanza knew he could not go low again and dive under his fist again because Zanza already used that. Zanza knew that an overhead would not work due to size difference. Sides won’t work because of how Mr. Katashi takes up most of the hall, and a direct would be easily counter with a bad side effect.

Looking at how he counter that last attack it was obvious that his fighting style involved powerful moves that if connected should take an opponent out immediately, and by the tile on the ground it was painfully obvious that he is extremely strong. Zanza could take a hit, but what kind of hit and how many are the question.

Drawing a blank. Need to think of something fast. If I could get in a few good hits I should be ok, but will he let me?

Then a plan suddenly hit Zanza about what he could do to pull off a miracle. Tightening his hands in to a tight fist. Now taking one step forward Zanza went into a sprint straight towards Mr. Katashi. One hit attacks take a lot of energy so if Zanza could get Mr. Katashi to pull off enough of them while saving his energy then there should be an attempt to win.

Sprinting towards Mr. Katashi Zanza planned on getting, as close as he can and as Mr. Katashi threw attacks Zanza would do his best to avoid them all. As he got close Zanza placed up left hand up towards his chest and right straight down his side in a tighten fist ready to sent a punch straight towards Mr. Katashi collar bone.