Chapter 6: Way of the sword; Kendo

AN: I apologize for the late update. I was busy reading a fanfic called "Professor Arc II: Headmaster Arc". It's a great fanfic made by the great Coeur Al'aran who creates numerous RWBY fanfiction, and the main inspiration for me to create a RWBY fanfic one day. If you're curious to read his work, just go to fanfiction.net to search his name or his story. Anyways, enjoy my story!

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".... People really are lazy creatures." That was all Zenkichi could say when he heard from Medaka that someone had actually put something in the suggestion box.

It was an idea.

An idea to bring people together. To gather their problems, any kind of problems excepting sexual ones, Zenkichi would have words and use certain skills on the guy/girl, to put it into a box and the student council would do everything in their power to try, with the best of their abilities, and help them.

It was one of the pledges Medaka made during her election to set up a suggestion box, which was also the main reason why she had won the position of president.

"Your dreams are your own personal concerns. You should take on the challenge and fulfill your own dreams! However, your worries are my concern. Entrust every last one to me!" It was thanks to such a profound proclamation as well that she was chosen to be the school council president.

Zenkichi let out a irritated sigh, his right hand on his forehead while his left was holding onto a piece of paper. He was sitting on his desk chair, which is a comfortable leather reclining chair that he personally bought and bullshitted his way to put it in the school council room to use, and a simple wooden chair that a metal sign on top of the desk saying 'Vice-president.'

As he started reading the first task put into the box, simultaneously, unknown to him however, Medaka started to undress behind him in front of a full body mirror.

""I am currently concerned about the group of troublemaking third years who have taken over the kendo hall. Could you please find some way of getting rid of them?" "So it says. Weird, that it doesn't say who requested this." Zenkichi's eyes narrowed, suspicion in his eyes.

"Doesn't matter! We'll do what the request says and go to the kendo hall, assess the situation first, then properly deal with it." Zenkichi nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, you're right. So are we heading there noooooooww-what the hell?!" Zenkichi's jaw dropped, face dusted pink, as his eyes widened in shock.

"Hm? What's wrong?" Medaka tilted her head to the side, her long purple hair swayed, and her impressive cleavage cladded with a pink bra bounced from her slight motion. Yes, she's only wearing her pair of pink underwear!

Zenkichi's eye twitched, his face cheeks pink, and hit his face with his palm. "Medaka-chan, why did you stripped down to your underwear? While I'm here, might I add?"

"Why...well, to change of course! I have to change into a proper uniform to go into a dojo after all." She said with a cool expression.

"No. You don't have to change uniform..." Zenkichi grumbled into his hand.

"Besides, why are you so embarrassed about? We've seen each other naked after all, we used to share a bath together." Medaka said with a nostalgic smile.

"We were kids back then, dammit!" Honestly, he felt like he would die from exhaustion than a punch equal to a nuclear warhead from Medaka. It was only thanks to Clint's assassination skill to always control your emotions and Zenkichi's bond with her, that kept him from breaking down like a beta harem protagonist.

Though that didn't stop him from ogling her body however, reasons being she's hot and he's a male teenager. The latter just explains everything as to why.

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Among the many aspects of the grounds to which Hakoniwa Academy prides itself in, is that there are many sports facilities; and among them the kendo hall holds pride of place as the grandest, with the most tradition.

The wooden slide doors of the kendo slides opened, Medaka, now garbed with a white gi and blue hakama with a kanji word on the middle, stepped inside with her paper fan in hand. Her ever confident smile was gone, her eyes were narrowed and lips set her expression into a frown.

All the while Zenkichi stepped in by her side with a displeased expression. Not with Medaka's unannounced entrance, no, it was the garbage in the dojo with thick smoke in the air around.

And in the middle of the room was a group of crouching typical looking delinquents, with cigarettes between their fingers or in their mouths. They had the whole bad boy attitudes, fashion, behavior, and all of them are currently scowling angrily at Zenkichi and Medaka.

Well, that was what it was up until a few years ago. Due to a lack of members, the club got dissolved and the hall became neglected. Currently the hall has become the favorite hangout for the school's troublemakers.

Crouching in the middle of the group of delinquents, was a spiky dark red haired boy with a x-shaped scar on his left cheek.

He had a cigarette in his lips, sucking on it, he let a puff of smoke out. He tilted his head up towards Medaka. "Hm? Who the hell are you?"

Medaka took a couple steps forward, with a smile on her face, she folded her fan and slapped it down on her right palm. "First year class 13, Kurokami Medaka. Student council president. In response to a request in the suggestion box, I call the student council to action."

"Ah... I've heard of you." He put the stick of cigarette back in his lips. Cracking his neck, he smirked and grabbed the bokken just lying by his feet as he stood up. "Your that president chick who's gone mad with power right? Well I-"

At that moment, Zenkichi just tuned out what he said next. Really, what's the use of listening to a dead man anyway?

He watched as Medaka easily and effortlessly used one of the master-level technique of kendo, "Bare-handed Disarm", to snatch the bokken from the delinquent's hands without him realizing it until a couple seconds later when Medaka complimented the condition of wooden sword.

After seeing that his weapon was stolen, the leader of the delinquents ordered his goons to surround them. All the while Zenkichi watched them in complete boredom as Medaka started listing out the numerous school rules the delinquents had broken before she handed the bokken in her hands to him.

He gulped, as he had taken notice of the bounce of her breasts, which displayed the upper part of her chest and it looked as if she wasn't wearing a bra.

Knowing Medaka, Zenkichi wouldn't be surprised.

Even as she took a step forward and moved around the delinquents at a speed that created lifelike afterimages, Zenkichi wasn't surprised.

It wasn't the case for the delinquents however, shivering in fear as they took a couple steps back.

"What the hell?!"

"M-My smokes! She stole my smokes!"

"Was that a ninja technique...?"

Medaka was standing behind them, a smile on her face, as she presents them their packs of cigarettes neatly stacked together on the paper side of her fan.

A bead of sweat run down Zenkichi's cheek.

'No. That wasn't ninjutsu, it was still kendo. It was just the normal advance step and retreat step used in kendo. However, at that level there's probably little difference between that and flash step. I can imagine that she's about the only high schooler who can do that, and in socks no less.'

Medaka dropped the pack of cigarettes and turned to looked around the entire interior. She let out a sigh. "It looks as though you've made a fine mess of this place. To have dirtied one of this academies greatest facilities to this extent... I'm almost impressed."

'However, something like that was of little significance in the eyes of Medaka Kurokami.'

"What's with the lecturing!"

"This has nothing to do with you, president!"

"Don't think so highly of yourself!"

Medaka narrowed her eyes, her fan wide and up hiding her mouth.

"So pitiful."

The delinquents widened their eyes, while Zenkichi palmed his face and let out a sigh.

"All of you guys were undoubtedly once passionate, loyal kendo club members. I can only assume that there is some great reason, some great tragedy that has lead to you stray so far from your original path of the kendo."

'Nope.'

'We just liked playing with swords.'

'We're just your average dropouts...'

Zenkichi stared at Medaka. 'And this is where Medaka's #1 trump card comes into play, "Preaching to the lesser mortals!"'

"Were you thrown aside by your parents? Did you fail meet the expectations of a teacher who guided you? Were you betrayed by one of your own friends? Family?" For some odd reason, as she was talking, Medaka closed her eyes, started to turned around and bend her back towards them with such refined grace and flexibility that it left everyone speechless.

Only Zenkichi cocked his head to the side.

'Noice.'

"Worry no more! I will help you be reformed! I will make it impossible for you all to become distracted by anything other than the way of the sword. I will straighten you out! I will right your wrongs! I improve you, rebuild you!" Suddenly, the air around Medaka changed. It became stronger, heavier, and demanded their full attention.

The delinquents gulped, their eyes wide with fear and sweat dripping down their faces.

"What a stance! Just looking at her bend like that makes my spine tingle..."

"Did she undergo military training or something?"

"I will not see your thoughts get lead astray again, I will leave you unable to cry or even laugh."

As she continued on talking, Medaka's opened her eyes, the aura around her became even stronger that it caused everyone except Zenkichi to freeze in place.

"We start with basic strokes, 1,000 times!! Do you guys think, that you're going to be able to walk home today without every single muscle in your bodies screaming!? Well? Start training!"

"EEEEEEEEHHHHHH?!" Their screams of disbelief anguish echoed through the entire sky of the school.

"Oh and you're participating as well, Zenkichi."

Zenkichi blinked his eyes and let out a long resigned sigh. Oh well, this would at least help him pass the time and trained his body at the same time, though it would be more like a warm up than anything else. "Alright, you heard the madam president. Let's grab the shinais and start training...."

The next day. Zenkichi and Shiranui were in the cafeteria, eating, the former had a lost look in his eyes as he automatically ate his ramen.

While Shiranui was gorging herself with a extra large bowl filled with ramen then two onigiris. After she ate, she noticed the behavior of Zenkichi.

"Hitoyoshi? What's wrong? You've been silent for a while now."

"Hm?" Zenkichi snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Shiranui. His eyes met with hers and he let out a long sigh.

"Shiranui. Have you ever felt like the world is mocking you? Causing you both happiness and pain? Like, life is just a big fat joke?"

"Nope!" Shiranui answered without any hesitation while grinning widely.

There was a silent pause between the two of them before Shiranui broke it by eating her lunch again.

Zenkichi chuckled before he continued on eating his lunch as well, while also pretending that he didn't notice the bloodlust directed at him. Seriously, the guy wasn't even trying to hide it as he was just sitting right behind him!

'Really, the universe is mocking me...' The sunlight from the outside reflected on his golden ring he wore in his left middle finger, which eerily looked similar to a certain ring of evil and power.

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