Chapter 1

<Rosemary Dojo>

The end of the day came, and everyone was moving to their respective club activities. The line wasn't too long in front of the school dojo. There were at least less than 20 people there.

[Well, I guess she was serious about joining the combat club. I still don't understand why she would join this club out of all the others.] Thought Duncan

Duncan was a tall blonde male with leafy green tips in his hair. He was Nami's classmate and had tried to talk to her on a one occasion that didn't pan out well for him.

"Uhm hey, Nami it's good to see you haha." He laughed awkwardly. "I just wanted to ask why you wanted to join this club? I mean even if you're athletic there is a lot of other clubs that you could join." He asked. Nami sighed feeling too warn out from learning all day to be dealing with him.

"I'm sorry, Duncan but I honestly don't give a damn about the other clubs." She said.

"If you are worried about my skill as a fighter, don't be, because I bet I can solo anyone in this dojo." She finished crossing her arms. Brian heard that and stepped in front of Duncan before he could say anything else.

"I don't know what rock you live under, but Rosemary has the best combat club in Newark and It comes second in the whole continent. We have three city gold medalist and one of them, me actually, is also a regional gold medalist. So, I would strongly advise you to not underestimate anyone in our club." Brian said standing tall over Nami. Brian had a lightly tanned skin tone and his jet-black hair was kept in a man bun. His Physique was twice that of Nami and his piercing sky-blue eyes stared deeply down into Nami's light Brown eyes. Nevertheless, she wasn't intimidated a single bit.

"Brian Leclue!" Brian's Name was called by the instructor so he could go fetch his training and combat gear.

"Brian is a beast in combat, he should be the last person you pull hairs with." Duncan warned. He was called next and he turned voicing good luck to her. "Nami come get your gear." Nami stepped forward when she was called to get her gear. "This is the smallest size I can find but I'm positive that it can fit you. You should also come wearing your own sports bra too."

"That's okay sir, already ahead of you."

"That's what I like to here. Now go get dressed with the others. Scream if those boys try anything on you."

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The guys changing room was filled with chatter, but those soon reduced to whisper as Nami entered. She walked to a free stall she could use and locked the door on her way in.

"Daym dawg when did she become apart of the club?"

"I heard she is the Kami cup's silver medalist."

"Man, that's impossible. Her body is too small to pack that much of a punch."

"She looks tomboyish to me."

"Ya you right, in the world we live in I doubt I'd be surprised if she was packing an extra leg."

"Ya she could be one of those girls with a dick typa thing."

"Man get your Futanari loving ass outta here we all know your story." The guys erupted in laughter after hearing that. It stopped immediately after Nami walked out. She wore the training gear that was given to all the guys. This consisted of a tight blue bodysuit, over it she wore baggy boxing shorts that were filled by her plump black African ass. Lastly, she wore the school's white sports shirt. Shoes were not required so she didn't wear any. The guys were awe struck as they quietly starred at her leaving the changing room. Once the door close behind her the chatter started up again.

"God almighty the ass on that chick. If she secretly has a dick I wouldn't mind if she would dominate me."

"Man get your gay ass outta here."

"Nah but seriously gents she is definitely a catch."

"I bet that I can bag that by the end of the freshmen Orientation."

"Stop talking shit man, when was the last time you had a chick's number." The guys laughed at him, but it was cut short when the instructor came in to hurry them up. In 5 minutes, the guys were on the mat waiting for the instructor to start the class. The guys, and Nami, were on their knees quietly waiting for the instructor to begin the lesson.

"It's nice to see y'all have rested over the Holiday but as good as rest is for your mental state it sets us back in terms of our fitness. From tomorrow onward we will be working on regaining our lost fitness but for today I would like to use as a measurement of everyone's strength. We will take each other on in one on one sparring matches." Some chatter began to build up amongst the students and Nami's eyes locked with Brian's who was staring back at her.

"I am aware that there are some of you who want to settle some old rivalry or whatever but match ups will be chosen by yours truly. After our fitness has been regained only then will you decide who you would want to spar with understood."

"Yes sir!" The learners said in unison.

"Right then the first match up shall be Brian and Mitchell. Step to the circle." Brian stood up and walked in the circle. He was followed by a guy with blonde hair.

Mitchell Banks was blond with greenish brown eyes; his hair was short and styled in a buzz cut. He had freckles crossed over his nose and thin pink lips. His body was well toned matching the average body type of the dojo. He was only a little shorter than Brian and had a more intense look on him but Brian wasn't moved at all by this.

"We are all familiar with the rules but due to some new faces I'll explain. Right now it's all about forcing your opponent to quit. So it's either render them unable to fight or make them utter the words 'I quit' to win the match." Brian didn't like that he was going first but if showing off his strength would intimidate her then that is all that he would need besides. There were 17 of them in the dojo. So if he was able to end the match quickly he would still have a chance at taking her on.

"Before we start, I have some choice words for my opponent." Mitchell requested. The instructor nodded giving him the permission. "You've been the star for quite a while now Brian. But this year I will take captaincy and become the face of this dojo." He promised.

Brian didn't answer him only intensifying his glare. Brian and Mitchell were more or less the same height. But other than that were near polar opposites. Brian had dark black hair he kept in a man bun, while Mitchell had normal blonde hair. Brian was more muscular while Mitchell was more lean. The instructor stood between them in the circle. And then....

"BEGIN!!"

The two approached each other ever so slowly. When finally in striking range Mitchell fired a hook aiming for his face. Brian ducked and jabbed him on his left ribs. This caused Mitchell to recoil back but Brian wasn't finished with him. Mitchell threw another punch to get Brian off him only for Brian to catch his fist and pull him closer to knee him in the stomach. Brian twisted and Judo flipped Mitchell on the mat. Mitchell rolled to catch his balance but once he was on one knee Brian fired a side kick hitting him directly on the nose knocking him out completely.

"That's enough. Winner is Brian." Nami was actually impressed with his use of Judo in the fight.

If you were someone that strong Judo wouldn't be your first priority. Unless he was trying to end it as clean as possible. Looks like it won't be as boring as I first thought. Nami thought.

The rest of the fights went by quickly and Nami began to think that the instructor was pairing the weaker guys with the stronger ones. Another match ended with a guy being thrown on the mat. Until it was her turn.

"Due to the uneven numbers Brian step on the mat. Nami your up." Nami sighed and walked on the mat. I guess it was inevitable. Of course, the instructor would pair his strongest fighter against me. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. She thought.

"Ready to lose?" Brian asked.

"Do I look like a mirror?" Nami asked.

"Brian you shall be the referee for this match." The instructor said handing him the white flag.

"But---"

"Nami, the silver medalist in the Kami Cup Tournament otherwise known as Blacksilver. It is an honor to have you join my dojo. I'm Brendan Leclue but please call me Instructor. You might not know this, but I am the former Royal knight of Newark. Don't expect this to be easy."

"It's good to make your acquaintance Mr. Leclue. Fair warning if you hold back, you will regret it." Brian was in between them. Feeling pissed at the instructor for taking his opponent from him. Nonetheless he played his role as the ref.

"BEGIN."

Nami carefully stalked her opponent who stood stationary in his fighting stance. She went straight for him firing a punch for his stomach but quickly jumped back dodging his back hand. Nami steadied her breathing knowing if she rushed her attack, it would put her in danger. She slowly approached him this time purposely getting in his strike range. He fired a quick jab which she dodged and fired her own, but it was blocked. Her arm was grabbed this time and Nami immediately knew what was next. A Judo throw followed by a kick to end the match.

But Nami was surprised to see she was pulled in for a high knee to the face. She couldn't dodge so she put her hand on her chin to absorb some of the impact. She recoiled back leaving herself open. The instructor aimed for a punch to the stomach but missed when she twisted and responded with a back hand punch of her own.

Nami then swung a kick to his left rib cage. But he caught her foot with his under arm. But almost reflexively she leaped off her strong foot and fired a kick straight to his Jaw. She fell on her back after he let her go. Nami quickly took the opportunity to send him off balance. She kicked his right leg making him fall on his back, but the instructor was quick to recover as he rolled himself back to his feet. He took in a deep breath and almost instantly appeared in front of her with a punch connecting with her mid-section. This winded Nami badly as she fell to the floor. He came from above her to fire the finishing blow, but Nami rolled to the side and back on her feet again.

She ran straight at him and jumped catching him off guard. He tried to sidestep but Nami's legs wrapped around his neck and in a quick motion she flipped him in a Hurricanrana. His back hit the floor with a loud thud.

Nami took his arm and wrapped it with her legs putting him in an arm lock submission. She leaned back to put more pressure on his elbow and she could feel that she was close to breaking it. Until she felt his chest rise and he started to pull his arm back.

He struggled to fight Nami's strength but was able to get a grasp on his hand and rolled over her to finally lift her up. Nami thought of letting go but it was already too late. In a swift movement he threw Nami's body with extreme force onto the mat. The ground shook a little, but it was enough for the learners sitting down to feel it.

Nami was absolutely winded, but she still forced her body to roll back to escape the inevitable. This time she was in too much pain to get back on her feet the instructor rushed in and fired the finishing blow headed straight for her face. She dodged and propelled herself with her right and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She used her body weight to force him to fall down and once that happened, she stood up and twisted her body for a spin kick that connected cleanly with the instructor's right cheek. She felt as if she had won, but just as she was about to remove her leg the instructor pushed it away and pounced at her. She tried dodging but her leg froze on the spot.

With in seconds the instructor pinned Nami under him and fired a punch aiming straight for her face. She closed her eyes to brace for the coming pain but was met with a light breeze that passed by her face.

She knew what had happened without even opening her eyes. She had lost. Nami sighed trying to catch her breath but the pain she felt was immense.

"That's enough." Brian announced.

"What you witnessed right now is Nami's Mastery in Muai Thai, kick boxing and Karate. If you give her a hard time, I doubt I'll be able to stop her from beating the living shit out of you. Class dismissed. Everybody hit the showers." The instructor said wiping the blood dripping from his nose and mouth.

"Use the cream in the changing room to help heal your wounds."

All the boys left the room with a shocked expression on their face meanwhile Nami sat on the ground in defeat.

"You shouldn't feel bad about losing to me. I am a Former Royal knight." Nami scoffed at his comment.

"Is that your way of making me feel better? It's not working." Nami said with a smile on her face.

"You are a spoiled brat if I've ever seen one." The instructor said laughing.

"Your injury has been healed physically, but mentally you're still healing so don't push yourself." The instructor said softly as he exited the dojo. Nami sighed and looked to a pillar next to the changing room.

"If you're done listening in on my conversation you can come out now." She said talking to the person hiding behind the pillar.

Brian stepped out from his hiding spot and stood in front of the door to the changing rooms.

"Is there something you wanna say?" Nami asked.

"You better not think you're special just cause My dad---the instructor likes you."

"You mean the instructor is your dad?" She laughed at the thought of having your parents at school all the time.

"Don't feel threatened the man isn't even my type." Nami tried to stand up but the pain all over her body grounded her.

"Mind helping me up?" She asked.

"If you are as good as you say you are you should be able to pick yourself up don't you think?" Brian asked with a smug expression on his face.

"Damn I knew you were an asshole before, but this exceeds my expectations." She said struggling to pick herself up. She was finally on her feet with Brian still staring her down.

"You still owe me a match." Brian said getting into a fighting stance.

Nami's body was honestly too beat up to even think of fighting, but her pride couldn't allow her to deny the challenge.

Some of the guys came out of the changing room seeing that they were about to go at it.

"FIGHT!!"One of them called out alerting the rest of the changing room that there was a fight about happen. Some guys came out to see Nami and Brian shaping up for a fight.

Brian leaped first aiming a punch for her face to quickly end the match. Nami took a deep breath in and flawlessly evaded the punch she was gonna respond with one of her own, but he already beat her to it firing another fist going to her face.

She was still able to dodge but Brian used his momentum to twist into a back kick aiming for her chest. She couldn't dodge that one, so she quickly guarded herself blocking the kick which brought her to her knees. She tried to quickly go back on the defensive, but her muscles locked her in place. Each one feeling like it was close to tearing.

Just as Brian was gonna finish it with an axe kick Duncan stepped in blocking his kick and pushing him back.

Brian looked at him with a confused look.

"This isn't a game Duncan, she already rejected you so why help her!" Brian said getting in Duncan's face.

"That's enough man can't you see she is still exhausted from her fight with the instructor!"

Brian sighed.

"You got lucky this time. Next time you won't have this pussy protecting you!" Brian said making his way to the changing room. The guys who were watching began to leave one by one having no words for what they just saw.

"Duncan, I don't wanna sound like a burden to you, but can you carry me to the changing room? I can't move my body." Nami pleaded. Duncan nodded and picked her up Bridal style. He was surprised how light she was. Nami was obviously embarrassed for looking so weak.

"Thanks for stepping in when you did. I could've been seriously injured there." Nami said refusing to look him in the eye.

"No worries. I just need to put Brian in his place. So, he can stop picking on you."

"Please don't. I already look like a piece of shit. If you stand up for me it'll make me look worse than I already am."

Duncan was about to voice his opinion but saw Nami trembling in his arms. She was crying.

"I'm sorry. If you want me to stay out of your way, then I will." He put Nami in a stall so she could change.

"If you need anything gimme a call. I sent my number to your phone so no need to worry." Duncan said before he left. He made sure to close the door for her so she wouldn't have to.

Once he left the changing room. The tears began blurring her vision.

"Damn you!" She cried out in a choked scream. She punched her right leg repetitively as tears flowed out of her eyes. She hated every second of it.

The Kami cup is one of the most renowned tournament and the Blacksilver title served as a constant reminder of her own failure. Ever since losing to. Him. The man who nearly crushed her dreams of ever becoming a Knight.

She looked at her right leg and the popping sound it made that one faithful day rang inside her ears. The sound drove her insane.

Her leg had long since healed that day. But the pain. The sound. The crowd. The scent clouded her senses. The rage and sadness all felt like a recent memory

"Breath."

She took a deep breath in and a long exhale. The tears stopped and she continued to change out of her training gear.

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Brian was walking back to the dojo to lock up. He had just talked with Duncan and could see why the others villainized him. Not to his liking though he was forced to apologize to Nami the next day.

He sighed as he opened the door to check if no one was left, but right in the middle of the changing room stood a half-naked Nami who had her back turned to him.

He immediately flared up and started apologizing.

"I-I am so sorry, I-I-I thought no one was here." He stuttered. Nami didn't answer him and kept her back turned to him.

"You have a nice back y'know. And curves and....." There was a long pause until Nami heard his footsteps begin to approach her.

Her eyes widened in shock when he was nearly a few feet from her. Her heart raced but she calmed herself to think rationally.

"Brian, back off." She said coldly. She sensed the ominous aura he was letting off.

"Oh, now don't be like that. It's only us in this school now y'know. Anything could happen." Brian's voice was deep and lewd attempting to seduce Nami.

His hands grabbed on Nami's waist and pulled her closer to him. Nami covered her breasts with her left arm and she headbutted his nose which caused him to let go of her.

She took a good look at him and instantly knew what was going on. She stood straight this time not giving a damn about covering herself. Brian just wiped his bloody nose and smiled at her.

"I like girls when they're feisty. It adds flavor to their personality." He said in the same tone.

"I never knew the school had a hypnotist." She said with a straight face.

"Hypnotist? Baby girl what fantasy world are you living in....?"

"In this world there are at least 30% of humans who are able to use magic. Only 1% of that 30 can use hypnosis. I must be really lucky to meet that 1% twice in a lifetime."

Brian sighed.

"What gave it away?" He asked.

"You barely know this person to tell the difference. So, tell me what gave it away."

Nami proceeded to wear her sports bra. Ignoring the hypnotized Brian.

"Y'know you're the first person to figure this out. For a couple of years this school has been nothing, but a bite filled with noble people like this shit stain I'm taking over. Not until I came in the picture. I have dirt on everyone in this school students and teachers alike. So can you blame me if I'm trying to get some on the world-famous Blacksilver Nami?"

"You talk a lot for someone who wants to keep their identity hidden. We might have just met but the more you talk the easier it is for me to find you." Nami stated as she buttoned up her shirt.

"For example, the person controlling Brian right now, is outside that door with a camera at the ready. You better start running." Brian looked visibly terrified. He smiled before his body flopped over. Nami turned around and 4 seconds later Brian woke up. He was visibly confused as if he had lost his memory.

"Hello Brian." Nami greeted as she was finished with her shirt.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Last thing I remember is I opened the door and saw you....." He quickly stood up. "I'm so sorry I walked in on you. I swear it wasn't intentional at all." Brian apologized.

"It's cool. You can lock up now I'm done." Nami said taking her stuff and leaving.

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Outside of the school Nami was surprised to see Moe waiting for her. He walked to her and greeted her with a high five.

"What are you still doing here? Didn't you say you had family matters to attend to."

Moe was an Arabic Male with Amber eyes and dark silky hair. She was only slightly taller than Nami and had a rather skinny physique. He was Nami's first friend in this new school and luckily for her he was also a new learner.

"I got them done early and remembered a certain female owed me something to eat." Moe said with a smug expression on his face. Nami sighed and giggled at his determination for a free meal.

Moe changed out of his school clothes and wore his casual clothes. There was nothing particular about his outfit he just wore a red shirt and a pair of black tracksuit pants.

"Alright what would you want me to buy?" She asked with her hands on her hip. Only a few seconds later Aldred's Mustang pulled up in front of them. Nami opened the passenger door to Ask what he wanted since it was out of character for him to come pick her up. "Climb in It's important." Aldred said.

"Okay, but what about my friend?" She asked thinking of Moe.

"He can come along too I don't mind." Nami then shrugged her shoulders and stepped in the car. She gestured for Moe to climb in and he did so with no hesitation. Aldred then began to drive.

"I need you to watch the house for me while I'm gone okay It's only gonna be two days so you don't need to worry." Aldred said as he accelerated the car.

"Did something happen?" Nami asked.

"Nah, I just have business somewhere in the heart of the city. I'll be renting a room in a hotel there so I'll be fine. Whose your new friend over here?" Aldred asked adjusting the rear view mirror to look at the boy in the back seat.

"Oh Aldred this is my friend Moe, Moe this is my Uncle slash second dad Aldred." Nami introduced the two to each other.

"Oh and where do you stay boy?" Aldred asked.

"I stay In the south sir near the bridge." Moe replied.

"The south huh? I hope you one of the good residents of the south or we are gonna have a problem." Suddenly Moe began to feel a heavy weight on his shoulders. Almost as if there were two cinderblocks placed on each shoulder.

"N-No sir I-I am one of the good residents I-I-I swear on my life." Moe stuttered out. The weight he was feeling made him a lot more nervous. Nami saw what was going on and punched Aldred's shoulder.

"Stop it!" She commanded. Suddenly the weight he felt on his shoulders vanished.

"I was only testing him." Said Aldred. Nami rolled her eyes and looked forward obviously unhappy with his explanation. Shortly after they arrived at his place.

"The doors are voice command so only you or I can get in If you need me for anything I'm only a call away." Nami nodded as she walked out of the Mustang. After he left the two made their way inside the house. As Aldred said the doors unlocked through Nami's voice command. Moe was taken aback by how beautiful and spacious the house looked.

"Go sit in the kitchen so I can get something for you to eat." Nami said. Moe complied and sat in the wonderful 5-star kitchen.

"Imma go change upstairs, but I promise not to keep you waiting." Moe waited patiently in the kitchen marveling how beautiful it looked. Three minutes later Nami walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"That didn't take long at all." Moe commented.

"I had my tracksuit waiting for me on my bed so I didn't have to waist time picking out the clothes I needed to wear. Now welcome to my humble aboad Moe. I can make anything you can dream of so what do you want?" Nami asked standing at the center o the kitchen.

"Wow I never thought I'd get the chance to choose. How about Ice-cream with some fruity toppings?" He asked. Nami rolled her eyes at how basic his request was, but was also thankful that he didn't ask for anything too demanding.

Nami went straight to the freezer.

"What flavor do you like?" She asked.

"Chocolate please." Nami smiled.

"I see someone has good taste and I'm guessing some strawberry too?"

"You read my mind."

Nami got straight into work by scooping two for him and three for her she took out two strawberries and chopped them up in a neat manner. Finally she added some chocolate sauce to finish the Ice-cream desert. She handed Moe his bowl and a teaspoon."This looks too good to be real. Thank you for the meal."

Moe said digging into the ice-cream.

"Slow down boy you'll get a brain freeze." Nami said slowly indulging herself in her ice-cream.

"If my siblings were here they would've loved this."

"You have siblings?"

"Ya two, They're identical twins. One boy one girl."

"I wish I had siblings."

"Don't. I love those two but their a pain in my ass."

"I wouldn't mind at least I'll get to bully them from time to time. It sure beats being around adults all the time."

"You should come to my place so you'll see what I'm talking about."

"Look whose tryna get me in his house already. You can at least buy me a drink first."

"You invited me to your house so you should be the one buying me a drink first."

"That's different, my uncle knows you and he will beat the living Shite out of you if try anything."

The two looked at each other for awhile before bursting into laughter.

"Seriously though I feel like I owe you for this wonderful desert you made for me. We might not have much but I gotta few cooking skills I can flex to you."

"Okay prince charming I'll hit you up if I'm interested. Gimme your number so we can talk later okay."