School's in Session - OPEN

[Kobushi Kyoumou]

"That was my money! Hey give it back!!!" The shuffling of hands towards the male sprinted throughout his arms, showing that he was much weaker then the individuals that overtook the boy, with a shove and a push to his body, he stopped and fell to the ground with a look of despair. "It's mine, why do you want it, get your own damn money!" A kick came from the supposed leader, as he trampled the boy prompting the others to begin to do so as he chuckled.

"Wow, this is a lot of yen, 30,000, you must of worked for a long time to gain so much? Whew, this will be buying me and my guys here dinner, shorty, and from now on you will be buying us dinner once every week, with the reply towards such a thing, a beating from us to you... do you understand?" He said with a sadistic grin, as the boy would try to run towards him with the full might of his fist, however he tripped under a subordinates foot and fell, crying more so. "No... you can't..."

The figure moved to the boy and grasped his head, laughing as he watched his face cry tears of total sadness, the boys faced featured small nicks and a bit of blood from his nose. "Just what are you going to do about it kid, nothing that's what..." The male said with a small laugh and then an erosion of laughs from his posse would come.

"Wrong..." A shift in eyes would come to a lone figure, who had been watching and waiting the entire time, looking towards the guys around the school, he had only sighed and scratched his head. "So, what's this, pick on a lone weak guy who can't fight? Man what a sorry bunch of bitches..." He said placing his hands in his pockets as he laughed.

"Knuckles-senpai?!" The beaten kid said as he watched in astonishment of the opportunity to see the legendary "fist" of the school, the one who had been fighting not only within boxing, but fights in schools, having a sort of reputation of protecting the weak, however not gaining a girlfriend, much to his disappointment was a downside, but he still hated the people who would use the weak to do their dirty work or wouldn't fight their own battles, but when it came to crowds, well it was something he couldn't stand to see.

"Huh, hey dipshit, who the duck are you?" The leader said throwing the boys head into the grass, as he began to walk forward with a large frown. The leader had prompted his subordinates to go around Knuckles and begin to get ready to beat him as well. This only made Knuckles laugh, as he scratched his head.

"Just call me something along the lines of, Asskicking Deliverer, ya know, yeah something like that..." Of course, he was arrogant and that always got him into trouble in the past however, this wasn't the past. Knuckles didn't even move in inch, he didn't look scared, nor was he afraid of them. He looked positively calm, comfortable and great; he was within his natural environment, the battlefield.

"So which one of you stupid-asses wants to come at me first, eh? I'll let all of you or some of you or even, just the leader there..." He said with his lips yawning halfway through the sentence scratching his head.

The leader had gotten out a "toy" something he loved to use in a fight, a bat, which he grasped and began to play with. "Well, all I can say is, you're going to get a worse beating than he is..." He slid the bat forward twisting his fingers along the shaft and swung it forward, as he laughed, and smash, came the bat towards the head of something... but it wasn't Knuckles, it was a subordinate.

Knuckles had been behind the male and was now bending to the fallen student on the ground brushing him off as he placed the yen within his hand, something which dumbfounded the leader as he searched his pockets.

"How the fuck did that happen?!" He said as he began rushing towards Knuckles, his subordinates following as Knuckles's eyes shifted, his body straightening slowly, as he a flash would come forward, with such reflexes and quickness, he had begun to hit the individuals, without actually being seen by them or anyone for that matter, as he was already behind them, he had begun to spin his arm. "Not even a warm-up..."

The individuals had fallen on the grassy outdoors, and had been knocked unconscious by Knuckles's incredibly fast and strong punches, however, he hadn't used even a fraction of his true strength knowing the effects of what he could cause full well. He however did break the bat which was made of wood by snapping it with his bare-hands."Yamada Uichi, you actually tried to fight back, so you earned all I did for you, just be careful next time, OK?"

He smiled, and looked to Knuckles for a second, before Knuckles looked back to the gang, and sighed beginning to pick up their bodies. "Now for the overkill..."

A few minutes later, Knuckles had hung the individuals from a wall structure, from their school uniform (consisting of a buttoned jacket with dress pants both the same color) and wrote with a marker he had asked for from someone close by. 'We suck ass...' On each one of their foreheads, as he had been done with his "job" he had patted the wall and laughed, going towards the school doors once again.

"We need to reinforce these walls, how the hell do rival schools get in so easily, either way good thing its a free period or I would have been in trouble..." He sighed and looked forward scratching his head, "Hm..." Knuckles had sensed something, a feeling of killing intent was close-by and made Knuckles look a bit on the unsure side, he scratched his head. "But where is it coming from?"

[jerichomaxwell]

"No radiation, that's usually a good sign."

Keeping low on the ground, the blob like hollow moved slowly as if he was exploring the territory with what seemed to be a patient expression on the strange mask on his face. But as he moved, he started to feel something rise up inside of him. He could feel another hollow nearby and he his hunger was clear after traveling as long as he had. He started to look around, scanning the area when he saw the creature. It seemed very intent to focus on the school, but the dead zone knew that it was a good time to go in for the kill. The hollow used its flexible body to wrap itself around a tree, slowly sliding its way up to the top.

It was positioned like a snake being ready to strike. This was going to have to be a quick battle. He let a portion of his body shift and turn into a blade before falling on the creature's back. As the hollow roared, Jericho began to stab at the beast repeatedly with the sword that he created. As the blood poured freely from the opposing hollow, Jericho's mask opened up as he started to devour his opponent. Even though he had seen shinigami before, he knew that they were a rarity in itself. So if he couldn't be able to find and eat shinigami and humans were not cutting it, he was going to eat as many hollows as he can be able to find. The hollow continued to tear through the hollow's body hungrily, using the swords as leverage and to pin the beast to the ground.

[Kobushi Kyoumou]

The emptiness had felt as if it made him something along the lines of foolish, not so much a cautious stream of intentions. His fists weren't actually clenched, his body was more so relaxed. What could actually be called a reasonably good day for him, taking down some stupid jackasses who could be called less than sub-par in the first place. His lips would move into a sigh, releasing an unexcited air of disdain.

Slowly looking left and right with his posture swaying left and right. It had seemingly disappeared that signal. What was it that made him want to run towards this place. Is he going to find out or be more disappointed and have to bust a few heads? Maybe it was them again, those "Hollows" that big bastard that tried to kill him. He got excited to see such a creature, but not seeing as many of them made him kind of angry.

As he stared forward, a scratch against an object at the top of the tree caught his reflexive movements. His body switching through the ground as he slid his foot backwards. There was a creature behind him it seemed, taken out by the attack of which the Hollow would perceive as survival. Knuckles watched with a scowl on his face, holding his fists and clenching his body as he stepped forward. He was going to make his move.

"So I see..." As the Hollow would eat the entirety of his own species; this was something new to him, but he didn't fret. He would only smirk as his eyes glowed, the ragged red cloth coming around his arms as he created his own fullbring's power. His opponent seemed to be a weird type of structure a blobbed Hollow. First time for everything, he didn't even know what the hell a Hollow really was. "Well then, lets cut the chitchat, I want to fuck you up." He would say calmly, smirking a bit, his fists in the air.

Beginning with a burst, dashing with great speed, he would maneuver forward. "Lets see if you got some skills!" Lunging forward with a hard fist towards the head, he would move forward with a kick, then a overhead right. 'The thrill of combat, the thrill of fighting, is always exceptional!' A maniacal grin was created as his body would make its moves, enjoying this sensation.