Chapter 7: Demon Dog

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

"Put your hips and feet into it! Oi, Moji-senpai, I see the enthusiasm and all but you gotta do the footwork properly or you'll slip–aaaaaand you just did." Deadpanning at the embarrassed looking senior, who then quickly went back to training alongside his friends, Zenkichi felt like he wasn't seeing the guys as delinquents from yesterday at all anymore.

'They really did changed.' He grinned as he observes his seniors doing basic strikes for the last hour. He was dressed in white tight gi with the sleeves in the blue hakama that reached his shin, and he was also wearing white socks and wooden sandals. He had the blade of his shinai resting on his left shoulder as he oversee and teach his seniors' sword, specifically kendo, training.

For you see, the bow and arrow wasn't the only weapon Clint Barton, Hawkeye, used in his entire line of work. He had a great mastery of the sword, taught by Jack Duquesne.

In the world of marvel, Hawkeye is the probably the most weakest member of the Avengers, and among other superheroes, but with his skills as one of the most deadliest assassins in the world that can easily kill a world leader without getting caught, he deserves respect from the normal human population.

"Hm. And here I thought that I would be the one to train them, I didn't think you knew kendo, Zenkichi." Medaka suddenly walked up and stand besides him. Her smile and the rest down was covered with her paper fan, her eyes curiously glancing at him. She was also done in a kendo uniform.

Zenkichi merely shrugged at her inquiring gaze, "Ah, during middle school I was into some sword fighting, thinking it was cool, I decided to secretly train in some sword fighting styles like kendo." It wasn't a very good excuse, I admit, but it was still believable. Medaka and I may have been to middle school together, all the way back to preschool, but in middle school was were our relationship had strained and we barely meet up anymore. So it would still be believable that during our time from each other I would be doing some things that she never noticed about.

Medaka tilted her head to side, a lost look in her eyes, and mumbled, "Really? I never noticed..."

Zenkichi wryly smiled. "It was when you were busy helping out the basketball club, soccer club, gaming club, etc.. for the entire month."

"Oh..."

'Well, that turned awkward.'

Both Medaka and Zenkichi then stopped talking for the entire training session.

The kendo members spared glances at them once in a while and sweat dropped.

'Well, that turned awkward.' An hour soon passed and then Zenkichi remembered that they have recruitment meeting they have to attend to.

"Medaka-chan it's time for the recruitment meeting, we have to be there by thirty minutes."

"Personally, I don't have any desire to recruit people through these bland meetings. The whole thing is basically to appease the teachers."

"Same. But a responsibility is a responsibility, we gotta suck it up." Zenkichi let out a sigh and put down the shinai into a basket, and went towards the changing room. "You go on ahead Medaka-chan, I'll be changing here for a bit."

"Hm, okay, and it looks like they have everything in order here so, Moji-senpai, we have a recruitment meeting to go now! Just continue on what you're doing and take a rest an hour later." Medaka said cheerfully as she gave them a thumbs up.

"Oh!" Moji answered back, giving a smile and thumbs up as he watches her leave before returning to his training. "Come on guys! We don't want to disappoint our great benefactor now, would we!?"

"No!"

"Then, raise those arms up and strike your sword down!"

"OOOOOHHHHH!" They all passionately roared, as if they were possessed.

"Oh, shut the fuck up you fucking weeds. You're damaging my ears." A unfamiliar voice resounded through the kendo hall, causing everyone to stop and turned to stare confusedly at who said that.

Standing in the middle of the front door of the kendo hall was a male student with a bokken in one hand pointing diagonally down. He has messy, dark purple hair and wore round glasses that covered his squinted black eyes.

"Yo." Habataki Hyūga nonchalantly said, as he tilted his head high up and pushed up his glasses, his right eye crack open lazily.

Moji narrowed his eyes, feeling a sense of danger rising from within him as he stares at Hyūga. 'Why, Why am I feeling danger from this guy?'

Shaking his head, he rises his shinai up and pointed it Hyūga. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

Hyūga didn't respond for a moment, as he pushed his glasses once more, and positioned his bokken to rest on his shoulder. "I'm Hyūga Habataki, a freshman. And what I want, is this kendo hall."

"Huh? Oh, do you want to join–" Moji's eyes widened as he saw, at a speed almost inhuman, the sharp tip of a bokken had just appeared an inch away to between his eyes. It looked like it was about to pierced through the front of his face and then back, but it suddenly disappeared.

Hyūga's eyes widened as he can't feel the familiar weight of his custom weapon and saw that his bokken had disappeared from his hand. 'Nani?!'

"Bare-handed disarm, it's an advance technique alright. But not too difficult to pull, though, it's a lot harder to do so when you're just using one hand to disarm your opponent." Zenkichi nonchalantly said, now clothed in the black uniform of the student council, as he held Hyūga's bokken in his left hand and stood a good half a feet behind him. "Wow. This is a nicely made bokken, and properly taken care of as well. Although you're a psychopathic maniac to beat up your seniors, I gotta say though, you take proper care of your weapon."

"Hi-Hitoyoshi?!" Hyūga let out a panicked yell, realizing in horror on who had stolen his weapon of destruction. He fucked up! He didn't know that this monster was still here! As a student of Hakoniwa Academy, how could he not know who Zenkichi Hitoyoshi is?

Everyone in school already somewhat knows about the amazing abilities and personality of the super human known as Medaka Kurokami, the Student Council President, but there only some who knows about the Vice-President, Zenkichi Hitoyoshi, and how absolutely more terrifying he is.

He was known for two things, one, he almost always seems to follow Medaka, which was to be expected as he's her manager, before he became Vice-President, and help her election. He guards her around from her most perverted fans that always wanted to be more, physically intimate with her. Unfortunately for them however, this comes the second most well known thing about Zenkichi Hitoyoshi; he is ruthless.

He broke the hand of the person who tried to slap the ass of Medaka, twisting it a complete 180 degrees, and then he threatened the now crying boy that if he continued harassing Medaka he would ripped his balls out and make him eat them. The next day, that guy dropped out of the academy. This wasn't even the last time, as a couple more similar situations occured and ended being the same as the first.

Although Medaka knew about Zenkichi's actions, she didn't really thought too much about and just helped paid for the victims' medical bills for her childhood friend's overprotectiveness of her. That's right. What clearly showed of a display of human cruelty, she just thought of it as being an action of being overprotective.

From that day on, Zenkichi had earned the title Demon Dog and Medaka had secretly earned the title Airheaded Beauty.

'I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'M DEAD!!' Hyūga internally screamed as his butt hit the wooden floor, his face showed the expression of horror.

He had hoped that the recruitment meeting, that was to happen this hour, were able to stall enough time for him to beat the hell out of the weeds so they can be hospitalized and not be in the kendo hall anymore, and he can finally enjoy his kendo in peace. Who would have thought that Zenkichi had noticed his plans!

'I just go change my clothes for five minutes, five minutes! And this happens.' Zenkichi inwardly thought with a irate expression.

Hyūga was wrong though. Zenkichi didn't notice his plans and he was just finished changing his clothes when he saw the commotion and intervened.

"Habataki Hyūga, do you know what you are doing? You are intending to do harm with a fellow schoolmate, do you know the punishment for that?" Zenkichi said as he towered over a cowering Hyūga, his eyes shadowed by his yellow bangs, making him more frightening to the latter's eyes.

"D-Death...?" Hyūga mutters out, still terrified out of his wits. If he still had his bokken, he would have the confidence to fight against this ruthless demon in front of him, but the said demon had it in his hand.

"What? No. Detention or suspension, why the heck are you talking about a death sentence?" Zenkichi said.

Hyūga let out a sigh of relief. "Y-You're right..." He said stuttering.

"Riiight, well come on then. Let's go to the principal's office." Zenkichi grabbed Hyūga's shoulders and pulled him up, smiling, he walked pass him and he followed behind him soon after.

Moji and his friends blinked their eyes, looked at each other, and said. "What the hell just happened?"

Just as they walked out of the kendo hall, Zenkichi was surprised to see Medaka standing outside.

"Medaka-chan? Why aren't you in the recruitment meeting? Did something happen?"

Medaka shook her head and said. "No. I'm just here to fullfil a request." She pulled out a piece of paper, somewhere, and handed it to Zenkichi.

Confused, he looked down at it and deadpanned after he finished reading it. Letting out a sigh, he turned towards Hyūga with a gaze filled with pity.

Hyūga was taken aback from Zenkichi's gaze of pity and started worry, what was the request about and what does it have to do with him?

Zenkichi shook his head and handed the paper to Hyūga. "Here, you better read this."

Hyūga gulped nervously as he took the piece of paper and read it, only to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The paper read: "Please fix Hyūga's bad personality." Signed by Shiranui Hansode.

'Shiranui!!'

Ignoring the fuming Hyūga, Zenkichi turned towards Medaka and asked. "Well, what about the meeting?"

Medaka smiled flipped her fan open and covered her mouth. "Do not worry Zenkichi, I had prepared a replacement before coming here."

"A replacement? Who?"

.....

At a certain room filled with numerous students, all having seated, they couldn't help but sweat dropped as they stare at a familiar figure sitting in a seiza position on the table in front of them.

One student couldn't handle it anymore and raised his hand towards the figure. "Please, allow me the first question. Who on earth are you?"

Shiranui, smiling with a nervous expression and sweat dropped, replied. "I'm the prime minister!" 'I'm so confused and nervous, I actually said such a bad joke...'

'Hitoyoshi, Kurokami, hurry up and get me out of here!'

.....

"What a shame." Medaka let out a sigh as she approaches Hyūga and started posing familiar poses to any dragon ball fans. "It is rather clear that you were once a boy as innocent as an angel."

'G-Ginyu force poses!?' Both Zenkichi and Hyūga thought, sweat dropping.

"You were undoubtedly not blessed with love and good fortune, leading to you walking the lonely path you walk today." Medaka grinned, a savage and wild aura burst out of her body, freezing Hyūga in fear.

"Don't worry! In order to prevent you from doing evil ever again, I will you give you all my affection!"

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" Hyūga let out a horrified scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoing through the entire school.

All the while Zenkichi pretended he didn't notice the scream and the following bones breaking, as he examined the bokken in his hands.