Chapter 1: A Fatty's Interest

February 14, 2021. Valentines day. The day that love blossoms through the air as couples become more lovey-dovey than any other day....Blehh! Most people celebrate this by buying gifts for their forever betrothed, to show their love for one another.

It wasn't different for a certain 15 year old highschool student. Arata Kakeru, a normal looking teenage boy. He is so normal and average that he can be the definition of average. He wore the usual blue uniform of Akedemi High. His brown hair was as normal, spiky and shaggy as ever as his oceanic-blue eyes are what only set his appearance apart.

"Haah~ What a lovely day." He said as he enjoyed the sunshine on his skin.

Valentines day was something very special to him. For it was the day that he met the love of his life. He was strolling through the streets, happily carrying a bouquet of roses for his love. He always bought flowers for her every week to show how much he loves her and for valentines, he goes for a bouquet. As he strolled through the streets, he suddenly sees a familiar face come out of a family restaurant.

His eyes were overcome by the person's beauty. His eyes had landed on a female about his age. The girl twirled her blonde hair through the breeze, which were complimented by her attire, which was a white dress. Arata was admiring the girl as this was his girlfriend, his betrothed.

"Satsuki-cha-Ahh!" Arata was about to call out but was turned to a shout of shock.

He witnessed something heartbreaking. Another man had gone out of the family restaurant after his girlfriend had just came out. If it was just that, he wouldn't feel anything. But, the girl wrapped her arms around the guys neck like a present wrap and gives the said man a kiss on the lips. Her face was indicating romantic feelings, which Arata himself hasn't seen when she was with him.

"N-no way..." Arata stuttered in sadness.

One of the most important people in his life was now being taken away from him...actually, that's not true. It had already been took from him. Seeing his girlfriend making such a head over heels face for another man is what proved him that fact. She never loved him to begin with. Arata's mind was blacking out as his breathing began to get faster from sadness. He tightened the grip of the bouquet of flowers he held on. It was tight enough to squeeze through flowers that it was ripped off from the lower part, with the roses falling onto the concrete ground of the sidewalk.

The 2 lovebirds still hadn't notice Arata standing just across the street. So, Arata used this opportunity to get away. So, he ran, ran and ran. He didn't know the location but he just ran away. He ran away from a new problem in life, Facing his girlfriend and confronting her about the affair, blindly running away hoping something else will fix it.

He ran and ran through everybody that was infront of him. Pushing them away to the side as well as knocking back anybody that was blocking his dash. His eyes was filled with tears as he ran as he muttered out the words...

"I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!"

He muttered as he ran, but this was stopped when he ran into a fatty. The fatty's stomach was hard as he bumped into him and hit his body as if it was a big street light pole. The hardness was if he had hit a rock. This made him fall down and stop his dash as he held on his head in pain.

"Agh! Just what did I hit?" He said to himself as he held on his head in a headache.

"Oi, who do you think your coming at, huh?" A raspy voice was heard.

The voice was raspy as if they hadn't drank any water in months and had been smoking for weeks. Arata looked up to see the source of such a horrendous voice, only to be greeted by a very, very, very fat man in a tank top with jeans and sneakers, with slicked back hair, acting as if it was making him handsome of any sort. In facts, it did the opposite, it made him uglier.

Arata looked at the fatty with fear in his eyes. He had just bumped into someone stronger and physically bigger than him. He couldn't move and was frozen in fear of just pissing off a gangster based on his face.

"Hey, just what do you say when you bump into someone?" The fatty asked Arata.

"O-oh yeah! I-I'm sorry!" He apologized in fear.

Arata adjusted himself on the ground, making his body bow down as hit hand laid on the concrete floor, with his head just on top of the said hands, initiating a bow to show respect. The fatty was shocked and was sorta embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head, rubbing his slicked back hair as well.

"Kid, no need to bow. A simple sorry is enough." The fatty said to Arata.

"Y-yes, sir!" Arata responded in fear.

This time, the fatty was even more embarrassed. The people around them started looking at the fatty in disgust. The scene made him look like a mob boss in a casual clothing, making a innocent, normal and average-looking boy, bow down to his head to beg for his forgiveness. The fatty let out a big sigh as he had sweat all over his big forehead that was visible cause of his slick back hair.

"Kid. Just stand up, I'll let bygones be bygones." The fatty said to him.

"Re-really!?" Arata asked in a shout.

"Yeah. So just stand up and just go. I can't bear the stares anymore." He said, making Arata confused.

Hearing what the fatty said, Arata looked around to see the civilians looking at the fatty in disgust. The faces they made were the same as a wrinkly turtle being fed something sour like a lemon. Safe to say, he realized that he was making a scene. A huge one at that.

"Oh! Y-yes! I'll be going now!" He said as he got up in a blink of an eye.

The fatty was quite surprise at the speed he just stood up. He didn't even see him move and now his standing up. But as soon as Arata apologized, he passed by and ran passed the fatty, unknowingly dropping his wallet. After that little encounter, the fatty let out a sigh as he began to continue on his merry way.

"Kid's these days. Don't know how to- Huh?" He stopped his talk when he stepped on Arata's dropped wallet.

The fatty looked at the wallet and realized that Arata just dropped one of his most important things in life when growing up. His storage for his identification card, credit card, driver's license and other important id's was just dropped in front of a person he barely knows and even was afraid of.

Usually, the most cliche way is the fatty will take advantage of this and ruin Arata's life, but he decided to pick it up and look behind him to look for Arata and give it back to him, like the kind and ugly fatty that he is.

"Hey kid! You dropped yo-huh?" He cut off his talk with a confused huh.

Arata was now longer to be seen. This confused the fatty quite a bit as even when your an athlete, you wouldn't be abel to run that fast, you would still be visible far away, even is you were Usain Bolt. But Arata was nowhere to be seen.

"...Is he a superhuman or something?" The fatty asked himself a question.

But the fatty was determined to give back the wallet to the owner. Why? Probably to make people like him more. His scary looking face already made it hard for people to approach him. So, he walked towards the direction of where Arata ran as he suddenly hears muffled screaming from an alleyway that was near him.

"Hmfff! Hmff!" The scream was barely heard.

Hearing that someone was in need, the fatty rushed over to the scene of the alleyway. There, he would meet the one he was looking for. The very normal Arata...being mugged in the alleyway by a street thug who looked like he was 30 even though he was 19. The thug noticed the fatty and immediately drew the knife at him, which was previously aimed towards Arata.

"Don't move, fatty! Or I'll kill you!" The thug threatened the fatty.

Arata was now back to his senses, seeing that the fatty had came to his rescue made him regret what he had initially thought of him. The fatty was quite cool to come in and save the day of someone as average as him.

"Hey kid, what do you think your doing to that kid?" The fatty asked the thug as he pointed to Arata.

"Si-sir! Watch out! His got a knife!" Arata warned the fatty.

"Shut up, twig!" The thug shouted at Arata.

Even though it was one small move in a so little time, the thug had made a grave mistake. As soon as he shouted at Arata and looked at him, reverting his eyes from the fatty. The fatty tackled the thug with extreme force that he let go of the knife.

"Gah!" The thug let out.

"Watch and learn kid, I'm gonna teach you how to beat an opponent bigger than you!" The fatty said to Arata.

Arata heard what the fatty said and decided to watch and see what the fatty meant.

"First! Tackled them to the ground! If you can't, pull they're legs!" The fatty instructed.

The fatty moved his armed behind the thug's feet as he swipes it, grabs the feet and pulls it towards his body, pulling the whole upper body of the thug and making him fall on his back onto the concrete floor, making the thug blur out blood.

"Second! Don't let your opponent recover! Get on top of them and start going ham!" He instructed.

And as he said, the fatty got on top of the thug. The weight of the fatty was already enough to crush the hip of the thug, but what made it worse was the punches that the fatty was throwing to his face. The punches felt like a sturdy baseball bat, hitting with enough force to bend a soccer goal's metal frame.

Arata just looked at the scene was watching the fight with intent as he listened to every word what the now cool fatty was telling and instructing him.

"Third! If the second one doesn't work, knock him out by any means necessary!" The fatty said with a smile.

With that, the fatty pushed his right forearm towards the thugs neck, choking him and cutting the supply of oxygen and air to enter his lungs, making the thug unable to breath. The thug was struggling as he tried to pull away the fatty's large forearms, but it was all in vein as the as the thug was out of breathe until...he was knocked out, unconscious.

"See kid? As long as your on top of your opponent, you have the high-ground!" The fatty said.

Arata was in awe. Although the fatty was obviously much physically stronger than the thug. He didn't use brute strength. Instead, he used techniques and ways to get the thug on the ground. When the fatty stood up, a ray of light was behind him from Arata's view. He was like a hero...a very fat hero.

"So stand up kid. Let's get you fixed up." The fatty said, offering his hand to help Arata.

"Tha-thank you for helping me si-Watch out!" Arata screamed as he stood up.

From behind the shining back of the fatty, another thug came in also had a knife as the villain charged towards them, knife in hand and ready to commit a murder. In instinct, Arata stood up and passed by the fatty, similar to when he ran away from him in fear.

"Die twig!" The thug said to Arata.

The thug thrust the knife straight towards Arata, but right on cue, Arata bends down his body as he continue to dash towards the thug.

'What the hero said! Tackle and pull they're legs!' He thought of step one in his head

With that, Arata tackled the thug and as he hit him, it didn't affect the thug what so ever, but he pulled the leg towards him, making the thug lose balance forcibly and fall on his butt, unlike the fatty who managed to make them fall on they're back.

'Scratch step two! step three, knock them out by any means necessary!' He shouted in his head.

So, remember a move he saw in a documentary about wrestling, he goes behind the thug. He put his whole right forearm horizontally on the thugs neck and placed his left forearm as his left wrist as his legs wrapped around the thug's waist. The move was ready. So, in one attempt, he began to tighten the hold he hide on the thug as he pulls his right forearm using his left forearm to tighten the hold he had on the man's neck.

'Come on! Come on! knock out!' He hoped.

After a while, the the thug nearly pulled away the chokehold that Arata had on him. It took him a few minutes more than what the fatty had, but after a while, the thug finally was knocked out and was in the ground, unconscious. Arata let the thug go and plops him on the ground as he let out heavy breathes.

"*Huffx3* I...did it!" He shouted in proudness.

Arata raised his right fist into the air, above his head. This was the first time he has won a fight after the bullying he was going through his freshman and sophomore years and now he just won in a fight in his junior year. The celebration was cut short as the fatty patter his back with a smile.

"Hahaha! Not bad kid, you might be a prodigy!" The fatty complimented him.

"A-A prodigy!? I don't think I'm that impressive sir." He replied to the fatty with an embarrassed expression.

"Nonsense, you managed to follow my instructions and that rear-naked choke hold! What fighting style do you practice?" He asked.

"N-no sir! I just did what I saw on tv and I though maybe it would work!" Arata responded.

"Really! Such talent can't go to waste! Come with me!" He instructed Arata as he walks by him to allow him to follow.

"U-Umm...what for?" Arata asked the fatty.

With that, the fatty let out a smile.

"I'm the left hand of the head of the Discipline Group! I am Kim Kwan!" He revealed.

Arata's mouth was as wide as a orangutan's full length arms as he was once again, afraid of the fatty that was infront of him.

"B-but, where are we going and why!?" He asked.

"To our base of course. And why? To recruit you!" The fatty answered.

"....EEEEHHHH!"

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TO BE CONTINUED