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Your name is Kurt Vander, and you are a Fist Wizard.

It isn't the official name given to mages such as yourself; the official designation for a practitioner of such a peculiar magic style differs from region to region. In the venerable West where civilization first arose, your kind are known as Kinetomancers. In the far reaches of the East, you are called Warrior Monks or Ki/Chi Users. Within the confines of the frigid North, you are venerated as Berserkers. In the untamed wilds of the South, you are hailed as Shamans and Spirit Sages.

Fist Wizard is the title you think fits your personal style of magic best. But regardless of the name, every mage who wields magic with their bare fists share one thing in common.

You all fight with your fists.

And your fists are sometimes magical.

With your particular skillset, you have enrolled into the Imperial College for Magic and Higher Learning in the hopes of expanding your craft and become a better practitioner of Fist Wizardry. Thus, your story continues.

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FUCKING FINALLY GOT THE THREAD UP

FUCKING SLOW ASS INTERNET SPEED FUCKING FUCK
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>>2671859
>>2671863
Ayy good to have you back FistQM!
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Your name is Kurt Vander and you are currently exercising.

As per usual, you follow through with your (very) early morning routine by exercising. From your efforts yesterday, you have found the most suitable spot for you to maintain and develop your physical fitness outside of furthering your education into the magic arts. Though it is not as spacious as the one you have back home, it is suitable for your current needs.

A quick glance around you has confirmed that your shadow-boxing has attracted quite the crowd. Men, women, children; all are gawking at your movements and maneuvers. Some of the more active few are even attempting to replicate what you show, which predictably ends with them laying on the ground in an embarrassed heap.

You do not chuckle or laugh at their efforts; already, they show more promise than those who simply gawk. For they are at least trying to better themselves, no matter how humorous those efforts may be.

You hop up, spin, and land in a graceful low leg sweep that kicks up a light breeze strong enough to ruffle the grass. Your crowd of onlooker as suitably impressed by your display of skill and physical power, a few even clapping appreciatively for the cool air you provide.

"Hey!"

A voice cuts through the light applause and you pause, turning to the speaker. The crowd turns with you and you see a group of ruffians led by...

>A young man with a large club
>A young woman with a brace of knives
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>>2671859
Hi there FistQM, welcome back!
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>>2671890
>A young man with a large club
I wanna see the looks we get when we punch that thing to splinters.
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>>2671890
>A young man with a large club
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>>2671864
>>2671895
Good to be back boys.

Next part up in a few minutes, sit tight.
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>>2671924
NIce.

Uh, did we reach a conclusive decision about Kurt appereance?
There were a lot of major Armstrong pic, and the red glow effect when reinforcing, that I remember.

Clothing, we obviusly dress like a distinguished fist wizard gentleman, no doubt there.
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...a large, heavy set young man in clothes that try to appear tasteful and rough at once.

Set on his shoulders is a large hammer, made from an odd mix of wood and metal. It does not glow or smell the tell-tale scent of magic enchantments nor does the young man appear to be particularly able in the magical arts. But there is something about him and his little group that reminds you of something.

Something small and insignificant, but something nonetheless.

"Can I help you with anything?" you ask.

"Yeah you can, dipshit." the large youth snorts, walking forward. The crowd of onlookers part before him and his posse follow in their leader's shadow. "Were you the fucker that beat up the boss yesterday?"

You tilt your head, trying to recall anyone that may fit with the word 'boss'. The more notable fights you had yesterday involved sparring with Mellow and subduing a wild Gryphon, but unless Mellow's rather laid back nature endears him to some and the large young man before you took orders from a feral monster...

"While I have gotten into fights yesterday, I cannot recall fighting anyone you would call 'boss'." you shake your head. "I am afraid you must be more specific with this person you are talking about."

"He's a great guy," the young man recounts fondly. "A little rough around the edges yeah, but he knows his boys well. He's brave, strong, tough, and doesn't take shit from anyone else. He's one of the best fighters in the capitol and swings a sword passed down from one generation of great fighters to another." the young man stops before you and settles his club on the ground. "He's the leader of the Vermillion Devils, Fredreich Townsed!"

You search your thoughts for an individual of such high standing as the one he just described.

"No, I do not recall such a person." you tilt your head. "Are you certain you described this Fredreich person correctly?"
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Your words make the young man in front of you, as well as his posse, fume indignantly. The padded grip of the club tightens within his white-knuckled grasp.

"When he said you were an oaf from outside the capitol, I didn't think he was telling the truth." the youth sneers. "But only someone from the far boonies wouldn't know about the Shadow Lords of Vermillia. What rock have you been living under to not know about us?"

You wrack your mind for a name like that and the memory surfaces.

"Ah, so you follow those leaders!" you smack a fist into your open palm. "I remember now; the two were having a rather heated discussion in an alley not far from where we are now. I stepped in to hopefully settle the argument and--"

"AND YOU DISRESPECTED ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE IN THE CITY!!" the young man roars in your face, spittle flying everywhere. "YOU SPAT ON THE TITLE OF CAPITOL LORD AND RUINED THE LEGENDARY BLADES PASSED DOWN FROM ONE LORD TO ANOTHER!! YOU MADE A MOCKERY OF US, AND SENT OUR GREAT MAN INTO HIDING FROM THE SHEER SHAME HE FELT!!"

"...I did no such thing." you reply, wiping the spittle off your face. "I merely said my piece and ended an argument before it escalated into a full-out fight."

"WHICH OUR BOSS WOULD'VE WON IF YOU KEPT YOUR NOSE OUT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS!" the young man jabs a finger at your chest. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG OF A HORNET'S NEST YOU'VE STIRRED, YOU COCKSUCKER!!"

The posse behind the rather lour young man nods and voices their agreement with his words, a few even pumping their arms skywards in total support. Some of your previous onlookers have backed away in fright and a little discomfort at the scene you're part of now.

>wat do
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>>2671960
Ok, so.
Even if it is dispersing, there are still people around. Let's try to avoid an immediate confrontation. He is no threat to you, but it's better if the crow doesn't get involved.

Position yourself in such a way to avoid casualties if a clash starts.

Try talk him down.
Commend his loyalty, reprimand his language (there are children!), and inform him that while yes, you met his boss and confronted him, it is for the better, because you helped him realize that he was wasting his potential relying on a doubiusly useful tool (calling it weapon...eh).

Maybe he too is in need of a helping hand. Or fist. One of the two.
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>>2671960
>>2671994
Seconding
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Trying to de-escalate the mess and keeping bystanders safe it is.

Writan.
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You think you know what the young man before you is trying to do; he's baiting you. Provoking you. Trying to gauge just how strong you are so that he could attempt to defeat you in some underhanded manner some time in the future. A tactic only lowlifes would use, but the person before can be nothing but a lowlife.

You could give him the same lesson you gave to the man he supposedly follows; disarm him, damage his weapon, humiliate him before his peers, and walking away to deal with more important matters in your day. After all, you didn't need magic to take on the hooligans claiming to be lords yesterday.

The young man's hammer may be impressive and his posse numerous, but both are fodder in the face of your muscles.

But you cannot bring your full might to bear, as there are still innocent bystanders within collateral damage range. Though, they are dispersing; which means you must stall the young man before you long enough to give them that chance before going all out.

You back away, feigning nervousness and fright. The hammer wielding youth marches after you and so does his posse, creating more room between them and the coming mess as well as keeping your assailants' attention on you and no-one else.

"I understand you are rightfully angered at the defeat your leader has suffered by my hands," you start. "And I commend your steadfast loyalty to him. Very few would have the integrity and internal discipline to follow another person as faithfully as you do. But you must understand that I inadvertently shamed your leader because he needed to be shamed."

"WHAT?!" the young man growls. "YOU FUCKING--"

"Language!" you roar back, the fierceness in your tone and the fire in your eyes making the mob flinch back in surprise. "There are children in attendance!"
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>>2671940
I thought we looked like Jonathan Joestar, and yes we are a GENTLEMAN.
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>>2672069
Jojo is another character.
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The hooligan mob is caught off-guard long enough for you to continue where you left off.

"A leader grows through failure and learns how to be better by improving from his mistakes." you press on. "From the way you described him, this Fredreich fellow sounds like a good man if somewhat rough around the edges. He can lead you all as one of the more well-known group of individuals in the city and few can say otherwise without you showing them the error of their ways."

"But you do so through force, which is blatantly wrong. Any subordinate that does wrong and is not chastised by their leader would clearly be led by a bad leader." you point out. "Therefore, to ensure his decisions in the future are not incorrect and his subordinates are led properly, he must see the error of his ways. To do that would require correction, and force so happened to be the only way to make it stick."

"...So you beat up our boss to teach him a lesson about him leading us wrong?" the young man asks.

"Yes. But he was stubborn and refused to accept my commentary, so I was forced to beat it into him." you let your shoulders relax a little, hoping your words are enough to stop a possible fight. "The fact that he lacked training to stand up to me was... unfortunate."

The young man looks down, deep in thought. His posse look at each other, confused and a little scared at your oratory ability.

"Tell me something country bumkin," the young man says. "You ever thought of joining a gang?"

>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue.
>A little, but I'm afraid I lack the time and experience.
>Yes, but I've been told it was a terrible waste of my talent.
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>>2672078
>>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue. And before that guard duty watching out for monsters
>Name drop where we're from.
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>>2672078
>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue.
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>>2672078
>No, unfortunaly. I have my studies to pursue.

Not that it ever crossed your mind to be honest. Too much of your time was invested in moster-slaying and your training.
And what would your family think! Or your teacher? But you keep these thoughts to yourself, this fellow could take offence. He was just about to start a fight after all.
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>>2672078
>No, unfortunately. I have my studies to pursue.


On one hand having a gang will make us able to lead the other kids from the wrong path...on the other hand we have studies and should show the kids watching that being part of a gang isn't the right choice.
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Internet crapped out on me for a while, sorry for delays.

Writan.
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>>2672113
>different IP

I want to believe...but you really should get yourself a tripcode.
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"No, unfortunately." you shake your head. "Between studies and training, the interest for that never took hold."

While the prospect of you working on the city's shady underworld and saving the futures of the unfortunate youths who made the wrong decisions was appealing, you already had a goal to strive for and the added workload would jeopardize your already strict schedule. There just wasn't enough room for this sort of thing in your life right now. But the future is an ocean of infinite possibilities and you only need to look for the right course of action.

"Really? Never thought all that high for schools." the young man scowls. "They're just a waste of time. A guy could do better without it holding them back."

"True, but looking ahead is better than gluing your gaze to your feet." you say, quoting your teacher. "One should always look to the future rather than just the present. As annoying as schools may be, they are essential for one's growth."

"Heh. You sound like my old man, all mysterious and shit." the youth laughs. "It almost-- ow!"

"I said it once and I will say it again." you say, retracting your outstretched hand from where you flicked his forehead. "Language. Children are watching."

"...did you just flick my forehead?" the young man blinks at your hand. "I-I didn't even see you move!"

"Then you wouldn't want to see him punch you." a familiar voice cuts in. "Trust me, he hits like a charging Thunderboar."

"Mellow!" you turn and grin at your friend. "I did not expect to see you here! Are you exercising?"

"Yuppers. Figured I'd git gud after our little spar yesterday." the young man nods back, glancing at the hooligan mob before you. "Who're these bozos?"

"Bozo-- you listen here punk!" the hammer wielding young man steps up to your friend jabbing a finger at his chest. "We're members of the--"

Mellow narrows his eyes and shoves him away.
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>>2672117
Ah man... and we were doing so well...
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>>2672123
Oh well, now we'll do even better. Talking, but with our fists! Or maybe not. It's Mellow, he doesn't really need help.
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>>2672123
>>2672129
This is Mellow's fight, not ours. He picked it, he should end it.
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>>2672130
But we should just remember him to not wound then to much...they are just kids.
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>>2672132
Remind him. He never met these chumps, technically we didn't either, but between the two of them its an execution to actually fight.
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The young man is sent tumbling backwards, bouncing painfully off the ground once and skidding to a stop a good dozen feet back. The other ruffians gasp in shock and take a few frightened steps back, and you catch a hint of something... horrid-smelling tainting the air. You assume someone soiled their pants a little at Mellow's display of force.

"Look pal, I don't give a damn what gang you're part of and why you thought you had the right to walk up to my face and start jabbing fingers." Mellow says, eyes still narrowed. "But scum like you should learn where they stand before they're made an example of by the ones with actual power."

"F...Fucker..." the young man coughs, standing up on shaky legs. "Y-You broke my ribs!"

"And break more than that if you keep hyping yourself up as someone you're not." Mellow shoots back, turning to the others. "You guys too; don't you think I can't see the twigs and shivs you're carrying."

Twigs and shivs is quite a demeaning way to call two by fours and short swords, but he isn't wrong. Mundane weapons like the ones the ruffians are carrying are of little threat to magic-capable individuals who specialize in combat like yourself and Mellow. Still...

"Mellow, I do believe you have made your point." you step in. "Leave them alone."

"Dude, really? C'mon, they had it coming!" Mellow gestures to the young man and his posse. "Look at 'em glaring and gawking at us; they're probably thinking about how to take us apart right now."

"They are glaring and gawking at us because you roughed up their leader." you point out. "And though he was very rude, his actions did not warrant a response as painful as yours."

"What was I gonna, just sit there and take it?"

"Individuals with power have a responsibility to keep that power from harming those that know little of it." you quote your teacher again. "Remember that we have magic and they do not."

"So? They shouldn't go around picking fights they can't win!"

You step forward and put a foot on the young man's club before he could properly wield it. You shoot the ruffian a look that has him looking away and relinquishing his hold over the weapon in question.

"But he's an ass..." the young man points at Mellow.

"So're you!" Mellow points back.

You sigh exasperatedly.

>wat do
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>>2672138
Attempt to explain to them that might doesn't make right, and convince them to settle their dispute with words and reason.

Strength is not a reason to claim moral superiority. The villains in folktales and legends are always strong, are they not? Stronger than anyone but the heroes who defeat them. And yet even if they were the stronger, that would not make their actions any less unjustified.

Nor is this an example that should be set for the children who /are still watching so watch your tongues/.
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>>2672138
"Fine you both won't concede and both of you need to be show what to do. Mellow you will fight without magic and show that it's not just power but skill and knowledge that will win over pure brawl. The lad here will fight too so he can understand that he was just a fish in a small pound and hopefully realize what someone with the knowledge of a educanional system can do wonders."
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>>2672147
Abd if they don't concede we just have Mellow use blunt weapons and without magic, untill the guy gets knocked out.
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>>2672130
>>2672132
>>2672133
True.
>>2672138
...do we pull an "uncle Ben"? LEt's pull an uncle Ben.

<<Mellow, I understand that his terrible manners and attitude are annoying, but we have power, much power. And with power comes responsibility. Do not misuse your gift. Weren't you aiming to become a ( QM insert, some sort of elite guard if I remember correctly) ? >>

to the other
<<And let this be a lessen for you too.>>

Or something like this. Not really too focused rn.
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>>2672159
Supporting uncle ben
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>>2672138
Supporting the uncle ben speech.>>2672159
Can we also get someone to heal the dude? A broken rib ain't a funny thing.
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>>2672138
>>2672163
forgot to link
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"Mellow, I understand that the young man's rudeness is far from endearing, but as I said before; both of us possess power. And with that power comes responsibility. We who are gifted with the ability to learn and use the mystic energies of magic are tasked not only with uncovering its secrets, but also to keep it from harming those who know little of it." you level him a look. "For it is the responsibility of those with power to protect those who lack it."

"...did you rip that last one off somewhere?" Mellow tilts his head. "I'm sure I heard somewhere before in a book or something."

"I most certainly did not." you lie. "I am not like your shallow-minded self. Unlike you, I learn. And through learning, I become better."

"You realize I have a dozen bladed weapons on me right now." Mellow shoot back, face dangerously blank. "I bet one of 'em can cut you somewhere that hurts a lot."

"And I can crush a set of testicles as easily as you would crumble crackers in your clenched fist." you point out and everyone in attendance winces. "But let us not stray further from the original subject."

You turn to the young man, whom you catch grinning victoriously at Mellow. You flick his forehead again.

"And do not think I do not see your attempt at provoking my friend into action, young man." you state. "I am lecturing you both here, so be still and pay attention before I beat it into your cranium."

"Pfft, yeah right." the young man scoffs, filled with false bravado. "I bet you can't even--"

You stab your fingers into his club, heft it over your head, and clench your hand into a fist. The makeshift weapon turns to splinters and the many pieces fall on you like rain while the larger sections clatter listlessly on the ground.

"...S-Shutting up now."
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>>2672217
AH!
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"As I was saying." you clear your throat. "On the flipside, having confidence and believing in your own capabilities is as admirable as it is needed for self-improvement. But believing in one's self too much may result in arrogance, and such a thing is detrimental to one's self. As powerful as you are, there are always people better than you, and that therein lays the crux of the matter."

"Might does not make right. Power alone will never be the right solution to any situation, as your own strength may be eclipsed by another's. As a result, you cannot rely on just power to solve any problem you face, so pursue other avenues to better yourself lest you make a mistake that you cannot recover from." you flip the largest piece of the youth's destroyed club into your hand and offer it to the youth.

"Like picking a fight with someone stronger than you." Mellow pipes in.

You flick your friend's forehead. But instead of holding back like you have with the youth, you channel your full physical strength into that one finger flick. The resulting hit sends in stumbling back a few steps.

"Ow!" Mellow yelps, hands rushing to the flicked area. "That hurt, you bastard!"

"Cut into my talking one more time and I will toss you into the river." you threaten. Mellow pales.

"Y-You wouldn't."

"See if I don't." you turn back to the youth. "Let this be a lesson to you that success can be attained through more than just the strength in your sword arm," you turn to Mellow. "And to you that you have the duty of ensuring that you do not misuse what you have been gifted with. Is that clear?"

"Yes daaaaad, I got it." Mellow heckles.

"I-I got it. Thanks, uh..." the young man hesitates.

"Kurt. Kurt Vander." you introduce yourself. "Now, my friend and I must be going lest we be late for our breakfasts and morning classes."
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>>2672256
Reform the city, one gangster at a time
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>>2672272
And people say that muscle wuzards are all just about brawl and no brain.
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>>2672274
Oh please, watch us pick up Mellow and jump to the school with him screaming at us all the way
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"Ah, shit, you're right!" Mellow haws. "Today's Spellwork, right? Definitely not missing that."

"Right you are." you nod at Mellow, turning to the posse of (reformed?) ruffians as you collect your things. "We must be going now, young men. Be sure to take what I have told you to heart and at least try to better yourselves somehow. It is why schools and other learning institutions exist, after all." you tense your legs as Mellow parkour's up a building. "Have a nice day, everyone."

You jump and land on the roof of the building, right as Mellow clambers up. Side by side, you and Mellow begin free-running to the Imperial College; vaulting and flipping and jumping and sprinting across the rooftops to your current place of residence and learning.

"So who were those punks?" Mellow asks, vaulting over a low wall.

"They were underlings to one of the gang leaders I may have dealt with yesterday." you answer, sliding under a set of piping. "They were arguing in an adjacent alley and I brought it upon myself to intervene before someone got hurt."

"But you said you 'dealt' with them." Mellow furrows his brows. "Doesn't that imply you sort of... hurt them?"

"...some minor degree of combat might have been involved, yes." you admit. "But in my defense; they drew their weapons first."
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"Might doesn't make right my chiseled ass." Mellow laughs. "Still, never thought you'd be that mature when it comes to talking. I half expected you to go ham and cheese on those guys when I rounded the corner. You looked ready to take names and chew crackers."

"I do not have the slightest clue where you get these phrases, but I feel insulted." you answer, sprint-jumping over a large street and landing on the other side with a slight roll. "Just what sort of literature do you read in your spare time, Mellow?"

"The best kind written by dumbasses who think they're hot shit by ripping off other people's work!" Mellow replies and does his own sprint-jump across the large street. He falls short but climbs p quickly before catching up with you. "It's called fanfiction. You should read a few of the good ones and laugh at some of the bad ones every now and then. It helps keep your head on straight."

"That does not sound like proper literature so I will refrain from reading it." you state, jumping off a rooftop ledge and landing in a crouch at the main gate. Mellow follows suit, landing in a roll of his own beside you. "No wonder your intelligence is remarkably low; you regularly kill off your brain cells reading bad fiction written by children."

"As a fellow fanfiction writer, I resent that remark." Mellow mock-scowls as you both enter the college grounds proper. "I actually write good shit compared to every other bad piece of crap that's on there."

"And yet it is still shit." you muse. "It speaks volumes of your writing skill if you say it is shit."

"Fuck you." Mellow laughs as you both reach the student dorms. "So, any plans later?"

"Not at the moment, no." you shake your head. "I suppose we will find out after class is over."

"Sure pal." Mellow waves at you as he walks off towards his room. "See you later."

You wave at his back as he is leaving, not caring whether he can see it or not. It is the right thing to do after all and you were a firm believer of doing the right thing even if no-one is there to see it.
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You head up the stairs and return to your shared room with Philia. You knock twice and enter, finding your roommate in the middle of brushing her hair. Philia gives you a smile as you enter and you smile back as you close the door behind you.

"Good morning Kurt." she greets. 'How was your exercise session?"

"It was great. I met Mellow just as I was finishing and spoke to a ruffians who thought they could avenge their fallen leader. I convinced them to change their ways, hopefully." you peels off your shirt and grab a towel. "As you ready for today's classes?"

"As ready as I will ever be, I suppose." Philia nods. "Oh, while you were away, someone came by looking for you."

"Oh?" you blink. "Who was it?"

Philia purses her lips in thought before she tells you.

>"It was Sachi and Saki."
>"It was that upperclassman, Joshua."
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."
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>>2672333
>>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
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sleep beckons

be back in a few hours everybody
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>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."
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>>2672333
For gods sake, link your posts together.
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
Who is this, I cant remember if we met someone like that
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>>2672333
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
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>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."
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>>2672344
It's the alchemist girl that wanted to collect our spinal fluid.
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>>2672344
little girl wanted our blood and marrow

>>2672333
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."

Maybe she has the results from the blood analysis?
We did meet joshua only once tho. He was the one that warned us about Talhausser.
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>>2672362
Most likely word cane out of us being bullied by the Vermillion gang...hopefully we aren't in to much trouble.

Also i think she never managed to collect a sample from our blood.
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>>2672360
>>2672362
Oh yeah....that special conversation. How did I forget.
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>>2672333
>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
Time to be afraid.
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>>2672365
uh, yeah. You are right, it was pretty awkward with the whole "I want some of your bones".

...eh ok.
Switching then from >>2672362 to
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

It'll probably involve training on how to control power, or some sort of sparring.

Sorry Joshua, but you both appeared once, and she's a fist wizard. Priorities.
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>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."

Eh i changed my mind.
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>>2672333
>>"It was a strange little girl in College uniform."
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>>2672333
>>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."
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>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."
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Fuck yeah, time to fist some wizards. Welcome back FistQM, been waiting forever for this quest.

>>2672333
I kinda want the crazy shenanigans of someone wanting our blood and us being freaked out about it, seems most want waifu route so I'll roll with it too.

>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."
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>>2672333
>"It was upperclassman Talhausser."
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I'm back everyone.

And it looks like talking about Vivio paying you a visit while you were out wins. Writan.
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>>2672333
"It was upperclassman Talhausser. She said something about a quick spar to see how far she has to go compared to someone with an actual goal." a pause. "I understand it was JoJo fighting her yesterday in a spar, so why is she seeking you out? You didn't do anything with her yesterday. Did you?"

"No, I did not do anything with her. I merely carried her to the infirmary after her fight with JoJo seeing as she was too tired to move and JoJo was too exhausted from winning his match against her to do the carrying." at her confused look, you clarify. "I talked to JoJo about it yesterday and he agreed that I would step in as reinforcement should his match with Talhausser end up going out of hand. She has a reputation for causing nasty injuries among those she spars with. Upperclassman Joshua has a scar on his arm from where she punched him."

"But what about your spar with Mellow?" Philia tilts her head. "Did you reschedule or something?"

"No, we settled it in time to catch the tail-end of JoJo's match." you sigh in remembrance. "Mellow fought well and he displayed amazing skill with the blade, but I still won."

"Ah, I see." your roommate nods, a flash of something appearing in her eyes. "Maybe..."

"Yes?"

"...No, nevermind." Philia hakes her head. "I'll be going ahead. See you in class?"

"Most certainly!" you guffaw. "See you soon, Philia."
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You clean up, dress up, and make your way down to the designated school building. You catch the familiar faces of your classmates lingering outside a door and walk in, finding yourself in a lecture hall similar to the one Gehrman taught in.

The interior is spacious as the one Gehrman used, but there are countless scuffs and marks on the walls, floor, and ceiling from where something powerful hit. The tables appear new and freshly made, gleaming with fresh varnish and smelling of new paint even from where you're standing. The air is particularly thick with the scent of mana, and you make out some hints of blood mixed in.

"What on Inomeia happened in here?" you can't help but whisper to yourself as you make your way to where your friends are seated.

"Good morning Kurt." JoJo greets,「 Star Platinum 」nodding with him. "I see you've caught wind of the air in this room as well."

"Was that a pun, you dickhead?" Sachi asks, voice only a little scandalized.

"An unintentional one, but a pun nonetheless." JoJo nods. "Don't blame me for how I say something, Saki."

"But you said it though." Philia blinks. "Wouldn't that out you at least somewhat responsible since it's still your mouth saying it?"

"You're just digging your grave deeper at this point JoJo." Mellow chuckles. "You're better off stopping and letting the inevitable happen."

You take a seat beside JoJo and look around for the sixth member of your motley ensemble. There appears to be a lack of the rowdiest member of your group, the young woman who appears to be perpetually locked in arousal. Mellow sees this and laughs.

"The Thirsty One went to the restroom a while back, buddy. You're safe for now." he clarifies. "But she did look a little high strung when I first stepped in. Your sister alright, Saki?"

"Ugh, no." Saki scoffs. "She's just a little prissy that she missed the, and I quote, 'manly slugfest between three guys and a girl'. She wouldn't stop giving me shit until it was lights out."

"...that sounds like an entirely wrong description of the events that transpired yesterday." you note.

"I said that too, by Saki said it's the description she likes best so she'll stick with it." Sachi shrugs helplessly.
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>'manly slugfest between three guys and a girl'

Is this what the kids are calling gangbang now?
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You feel it before you actually see it; a presence like cold-blooded serpent coiling up your leg and wrapping itself firmly around your lower torso, teasingly close to your nether regions. A glance at your fellow males tells you that they notice it as well, with Mellow and JoJo both tensing up and giving each other similar searching looks.

A set of footsteps echo from the hall's entrance and you turn to see Saki approaching.

She looks different compared to yesterday, with more confidence in her steps and an air of certainty around her. Her uniform has been modified greatly, now being more formfitting and accentuating her shapely figure more. Most drastic among those changes is how she's left the top three buttons of her top undone, likely deliberately, and you catches flashes of purple lace whenever she shifts just so.

Her hair has been done into a high ponytail, leaving just enough free to frame her face while accentuating her glimmering eyes. She wets her lips and you fight the urge to swallow out of reflex.

"...Is it me, or has Saki undergone a makeover?" you whisper to JoJo.

"I'm certain college rules prohibit modifying their uniforms to that extent." the Joestar nods. "But yes, you are right; she seems to have... changed since we last saw her yesterday."

"Hello boys~" Saki greets, voice low and deliciously husky. "Miss me?"

"We've only been separated for a few hours woman." Mellow points out. "How the hell did you get a makeover that fast?"

"Well, a girl has to do what a girl has to do." she winks saucily at him, then turn to you. "Right, Kurt?"

"Saki-chan, what the hell?" Sachi looks her sister up and down. "You were dressed like that when we came in!"

"Did you change bras?" Philia asks, aghast.
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>>2674230
Oh god, not again. Panic panic panic! Maybe we can offer up Mellow as a sacrificial lamb to save us and Jotaro?
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>>2674266
A fist wizard won't cower against a challenge like this! Moments like these are the reason why Gehrman matched us with philly(or whatever her name was).
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>>2674230
Seconding this>>2674266
he will thank us after he gets his pelvis fixed....and maybe some fluids put back in him.
>>2674277
Because she wont rape us in our sleep, and we wont do it to her. Saki absolutely would, and proceed to milk Kurt dry before waking up every day after drugging him, to the point it affects his gains. And likely showing his baby before the first semester is over. Master warned us specifically of women like her.
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>>2674230
Always cracks me up, the water mage is the thirstiest.

Come on Kurt, you can resist this wily woman!
And in the process spur her even more.
Rip Kurt
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"Again, a girl has t do what a girl has to do." Sachi shrugs, the motion doing interesting things to her chest. "A quick change of clothes does wonders, and magic is a miracle device like no other."

"How on earth did you manage to get to your dorm room and back so quickly?" JoJo asks with some amazement.「 Star Platinum 」floats near and looks her over with barely constrained curiosity, a hand reaching out. "A spell or Star what're you doing. Star no."

"Aww, look at him~" Sachi giggles as the spirit projection pokes at her. "So curious. He's like a child in a candy store."

"A ripped child, maybe." Mellow breathes, before turning to JoJo and smacking his shoulder. "Dude, what the fuck? I thought you were one of the good ones here! Get your damn projection to stop harassing the thot!"

"Excuse me, my sister is no--!" Sachi starts, then stops. "Actually, what's a thot?"

"I'll tell you when you're older." Mellow reaches out and pat the Oriental woman's head. "For now, JoJo, just get your projection to stop that!"

"I'm trying but he's not listening." JoJo grunts, rising up and physically pulling his projection back. "Yare yare daze, the things I do for people..."

"I thought you spirit projections could be easily controlled by the user?" you ask.

"They can, but it would limit the projection's abilities and make it weaker." JoJo answers. "It's a trade off between more power for less control, or more control for less power. I'm trying to find a good enough balance between power and control, but it's slow going. And uncontrolled projections often have a will of their own."

"But that will is often a mirror of the user's, isn't it?" Saki giggles, leaning forward to present her assets to JoJo and inadvertently grant you a closer look at what she carries on her front. "Maybe you're not as stoic as you make yourself to be, JoJo~"

"A-HEM!"
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>>2674300
>"A spell or Star what're you doing. Star no."
Fucking Star gets to do the thing before we do, I am actually jealous of a soul construct.
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>>2674300
>"Excuse me, my sister is no--!" Sachi starts, then stops. "Actually, what's a thot?"
Poor sheltered girl, though when she finds out I wander if she will actually dispute it or just call her that every day now.
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>>2674307
...well, its not a huge achievement, considering sachi is one week away from bringing out the rohypnol.

>>2674291
she won't be capable of doing that unless we do something incredibly stupid or she manages to overpower us in some way (which will be extremely unlikely)
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>Overpower
She gets smarter the thirstier she gets, she is already ULTRA aware of how she wont be able to do that. She's a water mage.....she's gonna cheat so hard the collage will make an entire book of how illegal it is to rape someone with the magic, the ways she will attempt it, and stunts she will pull to get bred by Kurt. Pic related.
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>>2674363
all things considered, it will be a good way to keep our senses sharp and learn to avoid hidden traps and ambushes.
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>>2674368
That's nice but we have to sleep some time, and she likely knows how many spying devices to put in our bathroom.
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>>2674374
then that means we haven't gotten a way to sleep without worries. CHALLENGING.
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>>2674300
The voice is loud, stern, and silences your group's antics. All six of you turn to the front, where the speaker is, and collectively freeze at the sight of the lecturer sitting on the teacher's desk. A sword that's as long as he is tall rests in its sheath, leaning on the right side of the desk and its bejeweled pommel glinting red in the light of the hall.

"As amusing as this may be, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you lot to cease your antics so that we may commence today's lesson." he orders. "Take your seats, all of you."

Cowed by the presence of an authoritative figure, your group settles down amidst the snickering of the other students. You sigh in relief the moment Saki's Sakis leave your personal space and slump your previously tense shoulders. Really, what is wrong with that woman if her idea of fun is attempting sexual advancements so early in the day? If she did anything worse, you would have been forced to resort to your teacher's tried and true safety maneuver of bravely running away.

"Thank fuck that's over." Mellow sighs as the girls settle down in the table row in front of you. At Sachi's urging, Saki buttons up her top and pouts indignantly.

"Don't count on it. We still have a class to go through and a lesson to learn." JoJo sighs back. "Let's hope it isn't to long."

"Now that the sexually frustrated trouble is cleared for the time being," the lecturer starts, prompting a laugh from everyone else. "Hello and welcome to your first Spellwork class of the Imperial College of Magic and Higher Learning. I will be your teacher and supervisor through this class, Hadrian Edwards. I have served as the personal tutor for the Vermillion Imperial Family for ten years and taught the royal princesses and princes most of what they know now, so rest assured that the knowledge I will teach you is one-hundred percent genuine and applicable."

"That is quite the track record." you note. JoJo and Mellow nod with you.

"Hopefully this'll be a chill class like the old man's." Mellow notes.

"Now, the first thing you should know about Spellwork is that it is a mix of practicality and theory, requiring equal parts thought and action; thought to figure out where you want to go with your magic style and action in how you improve it. The theory part of it is easy enough to understand, it involves recording notable feats and mentally dissecting where they will lead. The hard part, is the practical side, which requires training."

Mister Edwards draws his sword and it glows red.

"And in my decade of teaching the royal family, there is no better training than the kind one suffers through."

"...Shit." Mellow sighs.
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He leads the class out of the hall and to the sparring arena where you fought with Mellow yesterday. He takes off his cape and blazer and stands at the center of the arena, sword planted and in the ground.

"Today, we'll be taking a look at what you want to achieve with your magic style. The best way for you to accomplish that is through training and repeated action against an obstacle that gradually increases in difficulty. Hence, why I brought you all out here; to spar against each other so that I can get a good read on where you stand." he shrugs. "I would honestly prefer it if I sparred with you guys one on one, but sparring against each other is faster."

You look around and note that most of the class has distanced themselves somewhat from your group. Odd, did they not wish to test how well they could fare against you?

"Pussies." Mellow pouts. "We'd hold back. Why're you moving away from us?"

"Ah, you six." the lecturer smiles. "The headmaster told me of your outstanding abilities, so have something else in mind to gauge your abilities considering how far ahead of your peers you are." he pulls his weapon free and rests it on your shoulder. "Your will be sparring against me. One at a time or all together is up to you."

"...Six on one is not good odds, sir." Philia ventures.

"I know the prospect of going up against the ex-tutor to the Imperial Family may seem a bit much, but I assure you that any pain you may feel is of little consequence when you see the advancements you will make with your abilities." Mister Edwards states with the utmost certainty. "Besides, allow an old man to indulge in a good fight every now and then, yeah?"

"I-I meant for you..." Philia corrects weakly.

You hum in thought. So the lecturer has invited you to either spar against him in a group or individually. The former would be more expedient and help build camaraderie between your friends while the latter would help you grow individually. You glance at the others and find them looking at you with expectant gazes.

>Spar together
>Spar individually
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I've been called away for chores. Be back in a few minutes.
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>>2674507
>Spar against him in groups of three
One the one hand, 1 v 6 seems a bit much, but on the other hand, I feel like he’s going to slaughter us 1 v 1. I’ll vote for sparring individually if it comes down to it though.
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>>2674507
>Fight him by ourself
>Let the others team up as they see fit
>Lets get fit.
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>>2674507
>>Spar together
Chances are that we will lose, but we will learn a lot from this.
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>>2674559
Supporting
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>>2674507
>Spar individually
harder and stronger and what not
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You cross your arms and consider the variables. Fighting him as a group feels a little much for the good sir, but he sounds and appears confident enough that going one-on-one would likely be similar to assisted-suicide. While both would help advance your abilities in a certain direction, it is unlikely to do so in a way that would appease the people involved.

A viable solution is easily gained and you feel your eyes light up.

"How about we meet in the middle?" you suggest. "Two groups of three against you, with one group going up at a time? It would expedite the sparring process and make it easier for you to keep track of things while there is so much action taking place. And it would also help you determine our abilities a little easier without so many people hogging your attention."

Your idea garners agreeable nods from your group and your fellow classmates chatter excitedly to themselves in anticipation for the coming bout of activity.

"Hmm. Good idea." Mister Edwards nods. "Excellent suggestion Mister Vander. You six will split into two groups of three and pit yourselves against me. I will leave whom you wish to team-up with, as well as which team goes first, at your discretion."

"Team huddle!" Mellow calls out and you six gather. "Okay, who wants to go where?"

"I'm staying with my imoutou." Saki says. "Where she goes, I go."

"That's her way of saying how well her Hyromancy skills compliment my Pyromancy." Sachi clarifies. "We have out own special style called Steam Release. You'll see what we mean later."

"I am fine pairing up with anyone, though I would prefer doing so with either Kurt or Mellow." JoJo says. "Their close range style meshes well with my ranged control over「Star Platinum」. I apologize if I sound sexist Philia, Saki, and Sachi."

"It's fine." the sisters chime in together.

"It's alright. My magic style doesn't mesh well with your either." Philia says.

"What is your magic style anyway, Phi?" Sachi asks. "You haven't spoken a word of it since we got here."

"It's... well, I'm a bit of a special case." Philia fidgets. "You see, my magic style is Elemental Conversion; turning elemental energy to pure mana or vice versa. But I favor electricity and heat conversions, with some preference to wind."

"Does your conversion trick work on physical force too?" Mellow blink. "Like punches or sword slashes?"

"Theoretically it would, but the timing required is..." Philia shakes her head. "Insane. What about you?"

"Eh, I don't particularly use magic for spells. I focus on physical enhancement and regeneration." you stare at him. "How'd you think I survive our spar yesterday?"

>tfw you're 'volunteered' to go on an overnight stay at a relative's place
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>>2675230
I know that feel to well. Are you the youngest too?
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>>2675230
is the regeneration for pushing hims muscles and tendons past their physical limits because they deteriorate due to the train he puts them though?
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>>2675368
it should, otherwise he wouldn't be so ripped.
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>>2675272
The oldest. My folks said I had to look after said relatives until it's time for me to get back to college.
>>2675368
That, for letting him survive shit that would kill other people.
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So i'm either thinking of boys in one group and girls as the other group. Or we could just throw Mellow to the wolfes, but i think Saki, Sachi and Philia teamwork would be way better with each other.
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>>2675395
Uh...that's new here at my place that usualy falls for the youngest one. Mostly because the relatives lile him more then the older kids that don't come to visit more often.
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>>2675230
"Right. Well, I am sure everyone is well acquainted with my particular style of magic, so there is no need for me to explain it." you continue on. "Now that we have that settled and gotten preferences of people being partnered with whom, how do we sort who is placed on whose team?"

"We could draw straws." Philia suggests.

"Do you have anything that can suitably replace straws in this instance?" JoJo asks. He raises a brow when your roommate raises a hand and a magic circle manifests in her palm. Raw mana goes through one side of the circle and reappears on the other as six thin lengths of stone with colored bits on their lowers sections.

"Elemental Converter, remember?" Philia smiles. "So I've colored the bottom edged of three of these stone threads red, and the other blue. The three people that draw the matching color will be placed on the same team as each other."

"But I wanna be on the same team ass Sacchan!" Saki whines.

"We're not kids anymore Saki-chan, grow up already." Sachi sighs, taking one of the stone threads. Mellow, Saki, and JoJo follow with their own selections of stone threads, leaving only two within Philia's closed hand. The Hasegawa sisters, unsurprisingly, get the same red-colored stone threads while Mellow gets blue. JoJo looks at his thread and sighs, revealing it to be blue as well.

"Go ahead and pick one, Kurt. I'll go with whatever's left." Philia nods at you and you comply, making your own selection.

The lower section's color is...

>Red (teammates with Saki and Sachi)
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)
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>>2675440
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)
the boys
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>>2675402
Yeah, my relatives like me for being the most helpful of my siblings. It helps that most of my siblings are lazy sisters.
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>>2675440
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)
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>>2675440
>>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)
time to POSE! Even mellow! ESPECIALLY MELLOW!
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>>2675440
>Blue
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>>2675440
>Blue (teammates with JoJo and Mellow)
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>>2675440
Blue, like the manly spirit that dwells deep in all men.

"It seems that the gods prefer single sex teams for this bout." JoJo notes, smiling a little.

"Aw, I wanted Kurt to be on our team." Saki pouts, crossing her arms. "It would've been fun~"

Mellow looks skywards and frowns mightily at the heavens as「Star Platinum」prods curiously at the swords he has strapped onto his person. You understand his displeasure; a group of hot-blooded young men working together to achieve a common goal is all well and good, but you reckon he and Saki might share the same appreciation for members of the opposite sex.

"Philly!" Sachi cheers, hugging your roommate and prompting a laugh out of her sister and the one-eyed blonde. "Waaiiiii waaiiiii!"

You walk up to JoJo and Mellow, exchanging fist bumps and excited grins. That is more than enough to let each other know of your mutual excitement for what is to come.

"It seems all of you have decided on your groups." Mister Edwards asks, looking between the even split of men and women. "Which among you will face me first?"

"The boys, of course." Saki grins at your group. "Gentlemen should always be the first to do a task before the women."

"Any objections?" you ask JoJo and Mellow.

"None here." JoJo and「Star Platinum」shake their head simultaneously. "Star and I are fine with going first."

"Uh," Mellow speaks up. "Ye--"

"So am I." you cut into Mellow's attempt at protesting. "It's decided then; blue team will battle first."

"Hey, wait a minute, what about me?" Mellow says again. "I never agreed to any going first business!"

"But Kurt and I have, so the majority wins." JoJo answers. "Do your best and try not to lose too badly."
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>>2675643
Mister Edwards laughs.

"Right you are Mister Joestar." he turns to the rest of the class. "And to everyone else, you may take your positions on the stands to observe the coming battle. Remember to take note of any abilities displayed here and analyze its internal workings. A spell or technique is made up of more than just fancy lights and long incantations. Watch how the mana flows and how it interacts with the world around it, and we'll go over it in class proper once we get the chance."

As everyone else shuffles to the stands, you, JoJo, and Mellow take positions across from Mister Edwards, who watches you move with a face of utmost serenity.

"So how're we doing this?" Mellow asks. "Divide and conquer? Knightly one-on-one? Balls to the wall flailing?"

"「Star Platinum」is a ranged skill, so I'll be comfortable at a distance." JoJo notes. "While I am a Kinetomancer, Kurt and yourself appear to be better versed in melee combat. Does your healing extend to others besides yourself?"

"Yeah, but it's not instant. It'll need time to take effect and I have to be in physical contact for it to work." Mellow draws a sword and twirls it in his hand. "Kurt?"

"My Fist Wizardry is potent by itself, but it works best in melee." you note. "Which means at best, JoJo stays at range while Mellow and I engage up close. But Mellow must stay combat effective for us to last long."

"Sounds about right." Mellow nods. "Anything else?"

>Inspiring Speech!
>POSE!
>FLEX!
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>POSE!
>FLEX!
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>>2675677
>>Inspiring Speech!
>>POSE!
>>FLEX!
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>>2675677
>POSE!
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>Inspiring Speech!
>POSE!
>FLEX!
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>Inspiring Speech!
>POSE!
>FLEX!
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>POSE!
>FLEX!
ARE ALWAYS THE RIGHT ANSWER
IF THEY AREN'T INSPIRING WNOUTH I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEIA WHAT WE CAN SAY
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>>2675677
"One more thing." you note, adjusting your stance. "To properly commence a duel between us and our teacher, I propose we do the Fist Wizard's Greeting."

"Fist Wizard's..." Mellow repeats, but you are already in motion.

You crouch low, one leg outstretched with a heel buried in the dirt. You sweep the limb outwards to create a curtain of dust that is just thick enough to obscure your follow-up motions to prevent anyone from spoiling the coming display of respect, valor, and manly musculature..

Still crouched and with one leg outstretched, you bring your arms up and F L E X[/I] what muscles you have on your arms and back. You channel some mana into your musculature and make it glow an molten red that high-lights the way the band of muscle mass ripple. Your P O S E is not the best, but it fits the position you're in right now to a T.

Mellow stares at you for a bit before he's attention is taken by JoJo's own P O S E. The young Joestar flares his blazer coat backwards and flexes his abdominal muscles so hard that it strains against the tight confines of his shirt.「Star Platinum」appears behind him and flexes its own impressive semi-corporeal musculature in the same way its user does with his own body.

Mellow stares.

"...No. No, no, nope, not in a million years, no." the fool crosses his arms and looks away. "I'd rather suffer than--"

「Star Platinum」moves.

Mellow screams.

The dust settles to reveal the move magnificent (in your opinion) sight.
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>>2675867
glorious
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>>2675867
You, JoJo, and Mellow locked in epic poses (willingly or otherwise).

You, crouched on the floor, glowing and muscled back to Mister Edwards as you flex your arms in the likeness of a bird about to spread its wings. Your face is a visage set into a stony frown that wouldn't look too out of place on a venerable statue.

JoJo on one side, blazer-coat flared outwards and locked mid-motion in the air through clever application of magic within the cloth of his clothes. His face is serene and his eyes are slant towards Mister Edwards, like a young warrior seeking to challenge a great foe.

And Mellow laying on the ground, neck and back propped up against the dirt while his legs kick towards the heavens as though to defy the arrogant gods that dwelled overhead. His face is red, contorted into a look of pain and outrage as an incorporeal「Star Platinum」holds him in that position. The young man glares death you and JoJo with even as he struggles to get free.

"I hate you both so much right now." Mellow hisses.

"Hm." Mister Edwards nods. "Quite the display of dexterity from the both of you. Is this the fabled Kinetomancer's Greeting?"

"Indeed." you state, still holding your pose ad flex. "And it is customary for the party being greeted to greet back."

"A-Ah..." Mister Edwards swallows nervously. "M-Maybe we could just move onto the sparring?"

"Not until our greeting has been returned." JoJo states, still holding his pose.

"B-But I'm not as well d-defined as you three..." you can't see it, but you're sure he's wincing right now.

"For the love of all the gods sir, just strike a pose!" Mellow yells. "Any pose'll do, just strike it! Please! I can't feel my neck!"

"U-Uhm..." there is a ruffling of cloth and the slight grinding of steel against earth. A few of your classmates chuckle. "W-Would this do?"

"Good enough." JoJo nods, breaking his pose. You rise to your feet as「Star Platinum」relinquishes its hold on Mellow, letting him fall to the ground in a heap. "And let this be a lesson to you Mellow; when the guys pose, you will pose with them. Whether you like it or not."

"Pricks. Both of you." Mellow hisses, drawing his blades. "Pricks to the bone."

"Is everyone ready, then?" Mister Edwards states, drawing his sword. "Then the rules of the spar is as follows; land three hits on me and you three win. If I make you surrender, then you lose. Anything short of lethal force is allowed. Does that seem fine to you or do you three wish to add more conditions?"

"That is fine." you nod, entering a stance. "JoJo? Mellow?"

"I'm fine with it." Mellow sighs, entering a stance with a sword in each hand.

"No complaints here." JoJo shakes his head, the soul projection appearing over his shoulder.

"Very well then." Mister Edwards enters his own stance, sword resting on a shoulder. "You may begin when ready."
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>>2675867
Aaannnddd Saki just fainted.
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Rolled 13 (1d18)

Now you guys get to fight a teacher! Gimme the best of three 2d10s for how well Kurt measures up!
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Rolled 4, 4 = 8 (2d10)

>>2675911
what matters is if give it our all or not.
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Rolled 8, 4 = 12 (2d10)

>>2675911
DORYA!
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Rolled 10, 8 = 18 (2d10)

>>2675911
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three 4's (a dubs), two 8's and a 10. Dubs or trips don't matter but they make me feel better.
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>>2675911
>1d18
Oh god no, this guy is a tough customer. Our ass is beat

>>2675929
yeah same, think the 10 would pull us through, though. Maybe we get a bonus for almost all of our rolls being multiples of 4
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>>2675929
>>2675934
A double would've seen you through. As it stands though, you'll come close to making contact.
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>>2675948
It's fine Mellow and Jojo are srill backing us up.
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>>2675904
There is a moment of silence, a calm before the storm, as your group weighs it options and decides upon a course of action. On some unspoken signal, you and Mellow blur forward, flanking left an right respectively.「Star Platinum」takes up the rear, charging head on towards Mister Edwards with a cry of 'ORA!'.

On his end, Mister Edwards remains unmoving as you near with your various weapons ready to strike.

The older man shifts his footing and blurs backwards, letting you, Mellow, and「Star Platinum」clash fists and weapons. Your eyes track the older man as he skids back, lunges forward, and raises his sword in an overhead swing; all within a span of a second. You and Mellow pull back, but「Star Platinum」is a mite too slow and receives a devastating blow to the shoulder that cracks its corporeal form.

While Mister Edwards' sword is still stuck within JoJo's projection, you and Mellow capitalize and attempt to strike at his mid-section.

In a stunning display of dexterity, Mister Edwards jumps up, tucks his legs close, and kicks you and Mellow both in the face as you enter melee range.

The force behind his blow is staggering and you're sent skidding backwards a good three feet. Mellow, on the other hand, is sent hurtling away and tumbles off the ground a few times before coming to a stop in an unmoving heap.

You recover in time to see your Spellwork teacher kick his weapon out of「Star Platinum」and move to cleave you in two at the waist.

Tensing, you hop over the longsword's blade, and dropkick the older man's face while you're still in the air.

But the older man manages to catch your incoming boot with a hand mere inches from his face, grips the appendage hard, and throws you bodily over his shoulder. You land roughly, and roll to your feet as you skid to a stop beside Mellow. You wipe a smidgen of blood off your chin as your friend gets up.

"I've got an idea, but I need a distraction." Mellow tells you, readying his swords. "You up for it?"

"It is not like we have any better ideas." you shrug, rushing back into the fray alongside「Star Platinum」.
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Rolled 5 (1d18)

Another best of three 2d10s please!
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Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d10)

>>2675995
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Rolled 10, 3 = 13 (2d10)

>>2675995
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Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d10)

>>2675995
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!!
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>>2675992
「Star Platinum」, despite the damage on its shoulder, charges boldly into Mister Edwards' guard with a barrage of punches. Such its speed and ferocity that the lecturer grunts and steadily loses ground to the rain of blows that descend upon him. You flank to the side while your lecturer's attention is glued on the projection before him, and spot Mellow doing the same on the other flank.

Your gazes meet and he grins savagely, throwing his swords at Mister Edwards.

The older man reacts with the speed and accuracy you expected him to have; parrying「Star Platinum's」blows and redirecting them to that they hit Mellow's thrown swords. The weapons tumble through the air as he knocks JoJo's soul projection aside and turns to Mellow.

Only then does he notice your shadow and looks up in time to see you hit the pommels of the deflected swords and send them blurring towards his back.

The lecturer spins his sword in a graceful arc that bats the swords as he turns on his heel to face you, sword primed to knock you out of the air and into「Star Platinum」. But before he can move, there is a glint as a brace of knives ricochet off the deflected swords to bury themselves around the tip of Mister Edwards' longsword. They're positioned in a way as to keep the weapon pinned with their hilts.

Such a maneuver wouldn't work for long, given how strong your lecturer is.

But you didn't need long to land a blow on him.

You roll forward and extend a leg. Your roll gains momentum, and that plus your weight plus gravity plus your own magic-charged strength equals a solid hit capable of shattering enchanted steel.

In this case, the blow is enough to send Mister Edwards to a knee.

Your class gasps in amazement and more than a little shock, and even your two male friends' eyes widen in triumph at the deed you pulled off. \

Then Mister Edwards surges to his feet and strikes.
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Rolled 18 (1d18)

I have no idea how you guys pulled that off, but gimme another three 2d10s to see if it sticks!
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Rolled 3, 9 = 12 (2d10)

>>2676049
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Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d10)

>>2676049
Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles!
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Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d10)

>>2676049
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Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d10)

>>2676049
He rolls roughly our highest possible roll on average, so there's pretty high odds it won't stick.

That said, there's nothing stopping us from giving our all anyway.
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>>2676061
Well he was asking for a fun fight so i guess the thre of us managed to do that?
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>>2676038
A thousand and one things happen at once. Nine hundred and eighty-five of those things are the result of your lecture swinging his sword once.

The ground breaks as an uncountable number of cuts appears on its surface and it splits into hundred of perfectly cut squares. The air churns as something cuts through it multiple times or multiple somethings cuts through it once. Your skin aches, and for a moment you think you've been set on fire before you realize you've only been lightly cut hundreds of times.

A terrible force crashes into you as the world unfolds into a storm of slashes, and you and Mellow are sent hurtling back.「Star Platinum」sublimates before the onrush of slashes and JoJo gasps, falling to a knee from the feedback.

You crash into the wall and slide out of the resulting you-shaped crater. You look yourself over and find yourself to be a canvass of bleeding cuts. You cough and your shirt falls apart into countless pieces. Across the arena, you catch the same happening to Mellow as he struggles to sit up.

"Oh." Mister Edwards blinks. "Oh dear, a-are you boys alright?"

He stands in the center of perfect circle, carved into being by a thousand light slashes. His longsword is glowing blue and Elvish runic script is visible along the length of the blade. Both it and the light fades after you blink.

"N-No..." Mellow groans. "I can't feel my face."

"You have regeneration, just fix it." JoJo winces as he stands up. "Ow. I'm going to feel that tomorrow."

"Can you still move? Do you have difficulty breath?" Mister Edwards asks, approaching Mellow. "I-I'm really sorry for that; Mister Vander's attack caught me off guard and I reflexively countered with a high-tier area-of-effect spell. Do you need to see the healer? Can you--"

Mellow glances up at you, face whole and mouth twisted into a smirk. He moves and you gawk at his blatant disregard for sportsmanship.
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Rolled 18 (1d18)

That last attack has you on the ropes. You've got enough juice in you to make one last all-or-nothing attack.

Gimme three more 2d10s!
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Rolled 9, 7 = 16 (2d10)

>>2676076
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>>2676077
Twice in a row.
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Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d10)

>>2676077
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Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d10)

>>2676076
The weak point of that technique is this:

To maintain the momentum of the blade through one hundred high-speed slashes, you have to swing at full extension, resulting in a perfect circle of slashes around you. However, because of this,「you can't target enemies within your arm's length, and any enemies thus positioned will interrupt the flow of the attack」.

...Now if only we could get within that range again, ever.
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>>2676080
Yeah, well, I guess RNGesus is feeling merciful now. Who knows, maybe it'll be merciful to you guys too.
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>>2676076
Mellow lunges for Mister Edwards, a knife in one hand as the other grabs lapel of the lecturer's shirt. The weapon comes in for a stab and the sudden motion makes your lecturer flinch back in shock.

A miniature hurricane forms around Mister Edwards, with winds moving faster than a speeding musket round and lit with flashes of lightning. Mellow is blown off his feet and struck by no less than seven individual lightning bolts as he is carried through the well of compact wind like a piece of paper inside a storm cell. He curses as he is struck by thunder and tossed about like a ragdoll, carried higher and higher into the sky.

Then the hurricane dissipates and Mellow falls. He flails in obvious panic and you jump skywards to catch him before he hits the ground.

As you wrap your arms around your friend, you become deathly aware of the various electrically charged metal weapons he carries on his person as they electrocute you and Mellow with the leftover electrical charge they have.

"Why did you think attacking Mister Edwards while he was concerned for you to be a good idea?!" you yell over the rush of wind.

Mellow's eloquent reply is to scream expletives at something and shoot a single-finger salute at the heavens.

With both your and Mellow's muscles twitching out of control and both your mind being too riddled with pain to focus, you tumble out of the sky. You close your eyes as the ground rushes to catch you and Mellow in its very painful embrace, unwilling to see what would happen next.

There is a brief moment of AGONY, then an eerily still silence.

...

You open your eyes a moment later to see Mellow glowering over you.

>Did we win?
>How is JoJo's「Star Platinum」?
>Are my muscles broken?
>Why are you still ugly?
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>>2676097
>Are my muscles broken?
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>>2676097
>How is JoJo's「Star Platinum」?
>Other: Try to get up. The battle isn't over. Not yet.
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>>2676097
>Try to get up.
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>>2676099
Yeah, this. I mean, we probably lost, but acknowledge it we will not!
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>>2676097
>What a shocking experience, this bout.
>Realize it is a pun, feel conflicted and deflect
>I belive the match is over
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>>2676112
I would think it is a fighter who cannot recognize when he is defeated and must retreat must be a poor one, if not a dead one.

That said, the standard hunting behavior of rocs, and probably many other flighted monsters besides, is to drag their prey up into the air and drop them from such a height that they die on impact with the ground. If we can't even walk off a fall such as this, how could we possibly have defended our home against wyverns and other monsters like them?
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>>2676117
I mean, I can swim, but swimming while trying to rescue a struggling friend and constantly being electrocuted would be a bit harder.
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Sorry guys, but something came up and now I've got rowdy cousins to babysit for the night while their parents deal with something important. I'll have to continue this on the 'morrow.
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>>2676097
>Why are you still ugly?

Vander's you can't break muscles..
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>>2676150
Go there and take care of your cousins Fist.
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>>2676148
True, but I imagine swimming while rescuing a struggling friend and being electrocuted might be slightly more comparable to swimming while fighting off a giant mythological bird and actually winning than just swimming casually.
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>>2676097
>Try to get up.
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>>2676097
>Try to get up.

Oh Mellow, there is a time and place to use dirty tactics. This obviously wasn't one of those times.
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>>2676159
But take care not to fist said cousins.
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im back and still sleepy cuz my cousins were pricks and spiked my drink with caffeine and i couldn't sleep for most of last night.

>>2677544
cousins are fine and unfisted thanks

writan
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You try to get up, muscles straining to pull you into a sitting position. Your current physical condition is of little interest to you right now; you have a fight to win and a teacher to impress! Even though you may not win, you still have an obligation to keep fighting so long as you could move! You could still move your arms to punch, so your main weapons are still usable, and your legs...

...wait a minute.

You can't feel your legs.

The main method you use to get around, the way of movement you trust most, the part of you that you have always treasured and held dear after what had happened to your sister Henrietta. Gone.

You look at Mellow and grab his arm, beginning to hyperventilate.

You try to hide the building horror from appearing on your face, but fail. Memories of you greatest failure that rainy night come back to haunt you, and you see glimpses of yourself in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, stuck managing good for a convenience store in some meager existence as a cashier, and by the gods your muscles were wasting away!

"Relax motherfucker!" Mellow slaps you and you realize that you've been screaming. "Relax! Calm down and listen to me; you're half-in a goddamn deep puddle!" you freeze and look at your legs. Sure enough, everything from your waist down is under a sizeable puddle of unknown depth. "Fucking hell, I thought you were supposed to be a tough monster hunter; why're you screaming over this?"

"This never happened." you hiss at him, grabbing at the lapel of his shirt and pulling yourself upright on numb legs "If I hear anyone talking about this, I will hurl you into the river from the College dorms."

"Dude, I am too tired to give a flying fuck right now." Mellow groans. "Your little freakout's safe with me."

You sigh, rubbing your eyes and willing away the embarrassment.

Thank you. Now..." you look around, finally noticing the area you are in. "Wait a minute, this is not Imperial College grounds."

"It's not." Mellow grouses. "I think we were blown away to the forest outside of town."
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>>2678029
i'm beginning to imagine Mellow is the son of Samuel L Jackson
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>>2678052
I'd be down with that, the universes version of him must be fucking awesome.
>>2678029
Jesus.....I wonder if they stopped classes to go and look where they crashed.
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>>2678029
You stare at him.

"Yeah, I know, its hard to believe, but I don't think I fell straight down and you caught me at an angle." Mellow sighs. "The good new is that at least we didn't land in the sea or worse; the royal palace grounds. The former would put us in salty as all hell water and the latter would have us spending a night in the slammer. And I think you know how well that'll translate in our disicplinary files."

You wince. Yes, there was that bit of fortune, so not all of this was a fruitless endeavor.

"So now we have to make our way back." you continue for him.

"Yep." Mellow nods.

"Through unfamiliar territory that neither of us have been through."

"Hey, you hunted monsters before; don't you know how tracking and orienteering are supposed to work?"

"I never said I could not lead us out of here, but the point still stands that we are both in territory we know almost nothing about." you point out. "Are there any monsters here? People living nearby we could ask for directions? A quicker back to civilization? With those questions answered, our situation would be significantly less troublesome. Besides, orienteering requires a map and compass, both of which I do not have."

"Fair." Mellow winces. "Alright we might as well work with what we know and start getting out of here. Which way is home big guy?"

>Pick a random direction and start walking.
>Climb a tree to get your bearings.
>Listen for a river and follow where it leads.
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>>2678111
>>Climb a tree to get your bearings.
Or Jump as hard as you can. We should be capable of bypassing the treetops
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>>2678122
This. Supporting.
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Wait, did the hurricane throw us all this way or was it Kurt JUMPING too hard when he was trying to catch Mellow?
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>>2678175
The hurricane got you to jump as high as you did.
Mellow's electrically charges metal weapons short-circuited your head and you couldn't focus enough to correct where you were going.

So yeah, Kurt jumped too hard trying to catch Mellow and got them both catapulted into the woods outside of the city.
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>>2678111
>>Climb a tree to get your bearings.
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>>2678111
"One moment." you crouch. "I will find our bearings first."

At Mellow's nod, you jump upwards and grab the trunk of the nearest tree. With it as leverage, you pull yourself upwards with enough force as to smash through lesser branches. Leaves part in your wake and bark is mulched under your grip until at long last you reach the tree's highest peak. From there, you spot another, taller tree and jump to its highest peak.

The view from there is spectacular and you catch a glimpse of the Vermillion Empire's capitol. You guessimate the distance based on the flocks of bird and the size of the other trees in comparison to the ones near you.

From where you were and based on how fast you and Mellow could move, both of you would reach the city limits within half-an-hour. Twenty minutes if you decided to move at full sprint, factoring potential obstacles and feral monsters.

"Anything up there, big guy?" Mellow yells.

"I see the city!" you yell back, committing the general direction of the city to your mind. "We are roughly a half-hour away if we move at full sprint!"

"Sweet! Now get down here and lead us out of here!"

You prepare to drop back to the ground when you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You turn to as you feel the bark you're holding onto shift into an arm that grips you hard.

The top-part of tree you're on shifts, moves, and pulses. Bark turns into hide, leaves and branches melt into the tree trunk, and a humanoid shape appears. A snarling face made of wood and magic shifts out of the tree and roars at you.

Then it pushes you off.
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You yelp as you tumbled through tree branches and clusters of leaves. You flail your arms to try and grab an errant branch to slow your descent, but the entire tree is shifting and moving, and more of those wood monsters are appearing.

The last branch halts your fall and you flop downwards, landing on all fours. You hop back as the monsters start dropping from the tree and surround you and Mellow, snarling and glaring death at you with eyeless wooden faces and crude teeth made of mossed-over wood. You and Mellow go back-to-back, your fists raised and Mellow's blades drawn.

"Our luck must be really bad if we just so happen to land near a Mimic colony this big." Mellow notes, somewhat grimly.

"I wonder whose fault that is?" you ponder.

"Dude, it was a fight and he said anything goes!"

"You cheated by launching a dirty sneak attack on Mister Edwards!"

"What part of 'anything goes' don't you understand?!"

"What part of you is willing to disrespect proper sportsmanship in a controlled environment?!"

The Mimics roar and charge at you and Mellow as your argument reaches its peak.
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

Kurt and Mellow vs Mimic horde!

Gimme the best of three 2d10s!
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Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d10)

>>2678566
I WANT THAT MIMIC!
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Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d10)

>>2678566
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Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d10)

>>2678566
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The Mimic hordes rushes you, hundred of bodies made of wood and moss and spitting fury falling over themselves to get to those who tresspassed on their domain. A few of the smarter Mimics morph themselves into stronger material or outright lesser monsters to try and get to you and Mellow.

Were you a lesser Fist Wizard, their sheer weight of numbers would have surely overwhelmed you.

But with your array of skills and Mellow's swordsmanship, the Mimics sheer number advantage is very quickly made into a liability.

"I just capitalized on a moment of weakness! Striking when the enemy least expects is a valid battle tactic!" Mellow shouts at you over the combined roars of the Mimics. "And he said anything goes!"

"There is a line you do not cross when battling in a controlled environment against a seasoned opponent who has served as the tutor to the Imperial Family!" you shout back. "Launching a sneak attack when he is fussing over you is crossing that line!"

Mellow moves in a dervish of steel and fluttering cloth, a whirlwind of death that turns rampaging Mimics into subdued chunks of dead Mimics. Every swing of his sword kills five of the monsters, and the return swing kills five more. He dashes between lunging mobs and weaves through flailing claws to chop hands off of arms or decapitate heads from shoulder with expert sword strokes.

Within moments, he establishes a perimeter of diced Mimics around him.

You on the other hand smash and punch and kick. Bodies are sent flying, limbs broken under immense striking blows, chests a cored through with focused punches, and heads knocked clean off shoulder with devastating kicks. You are the mountain to Mellow's dizzying whirlwind, standing firm before the tide of ferocious monsters and stemming it with fist and pure might.

Before long, you establish a perimeter similar to Mellow's with brutalied Mimic corpses and and fists bloodied with monster blood.

"It was the best course of action!" Mellow roars, cleaving a Mimic in two.

"Your sneak attack got us into this mess in the first place!" you roar back, ripping a Mimic in half.

"How would I know his surprised response is to conjure a mini hurricane?!"

"Hence why you should have respected proper sparring conduct and maintained proper sportsmanship!"

"Fuck sportsmanship and fuck you!"
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

Another three 2d10s, please.
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Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d10)

>>2678844
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Rolled 9, 8 = 17 (2d10)

>>2678844
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>>2678837
Aaaaah...friendship.
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guys.... LETS TAME THE STRONGEST MIMIC. IMAGINE ALL THE COOL THINGS WE COULD DO WITH A MIMIC BUDDY
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Rolled 6, 10 = 16 (2d10)

>>2678844
Now that i think about it. Isn't d!ngerous having a mimic colony this big, so close to the capitol?
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>>2678861
We can try, but i don't think Mellow is in the mood to spare something and we have nothing to capture a wild mimic.
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>>2678861
YES!
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>>2678869
Sure we do. We show it that we are the dominate force like what we did the gryphon, we beat it until it's submissive, we carry it in one arm back to the capital.
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>>2678869
we only need to beat it hard enough to fall unconscious (which we are doing right now), then we just carry it on our back. Also Mellow can whine as long as he wants; he got us in this situation and he will shut up if we want to make a profit from this.
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>>2678863
Obviously. A colony this big wouldn't go unnoticed unless the people in charge keeping monsters in check are slacking off... or someone/thing's been hiding these things.

Writan
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>>2678887
>or someone/thing's been hiding these things.
>discount evil warlock creating a mimic horde.
Really? I thought this was sort of a mimic sanctuary.
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>>2678887
what's the cutest and toughest mimic?
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>>2678950
Mimic-chan obviously.
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>>2678837
The Mimics charge in again, believing their sheer numbers will be enough to overwhelm you. But this time, their empty eye sockets glow a fiendish green and their wooden teeth sharpen.

They've become enraged.

You and Mellow exchange looks and he jumps, sticking his legs out for you to grab. You do so and your friend thrusts his swords outwards at the nearest enraged Mimic. Then you shift your weight on one foot and spin, forming a literal whirlwind of death.

The monsters, too overcome with rage and bloodlust, run headlong to their deaths; turning to bloody chunks of meat with the external texture of mossy wood. You spin once, twice, thrice, and mow down wide swathes of the monsters with disgusting ease. Blood splatters every which way from your and Mellow's deadly two-man combination technique, drenching the immediate area with the blood and guts of unfortunately placed Mimics.

"Proper sportsmanship is nothing to mock, Mellow!" you say as you spin Mellow. "It is the basis of the greatest rivalries between the greatest warriors!"

"You've got a lot of balls to say we're great warriors when we barely lived through that reflex hurricane!" Mellow answers, unperturbed despite being used as an impromptu monster mower. "And don't you think I've forgotten your screaming a few minutes ago!"

"That never happened!" you roar, throwing him at the nearest group of Mimics.

"I'll get a damn memory salve to back me up if I have to!" Mellow yells as he lands, turning the Mimics to mulch. "You don't scream like a pussy in the presence of another man and think you won't be made fun of!"

"Not if you suffer a sudden bout of amnesia!" you roar, throwing yourself at the nearest group of Mimics. "And the best causes of that involve physical trauma to the head!"
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2678950
A newborn Mimic is cute but not tough.An ancient Mimic is one of the toughest monsters around, but is far from cute.

Also, gimme another bo3 2d10s!
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>>2678979
Wouldn't Willow be able to piece the puzzle together? There was that one time Kurt explained his reasoning to fight and something about because his sister is crippled.
I don't know if he explained it to Mellow or not though.
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Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d10)

>>2678995
Man this is going to be a pain to clean up later...
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Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d10)

>>2678995
Rolling. Cute is subjective. Maybe we can train an ancient Mimic to be cute.

>>2678998
*Mellow
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>>2678995
can I roll the last set of rolls?
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Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d10)

>>2678979
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Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d10)

>>2678995
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>>2679068
>>2679071
...Oh.
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>>2679086
no worries anon. Crit fails don't exist. Or at least they don't take priority.
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>>2678979
As you and Mellow deal with the last of the Mimics, the remainder hiss and fall back the larger tree they originally come from and scramble up it. Based on the number you see, there are less than a hundred remaining, easy enough pickings for you and Mellow to deal with. You turn to your friend as he finishes off the remaining Mimics on his end, decapitating two with a dancer's flourish.

"Where'd the rest go?" he asks, wiping the blood off his sword. "There were still a lot last I checked."

"They fled up the tree they originally came from." you point at the tree in question. "Perhaps they recognized our superior might and left before we could finish them off?"

"Mimics are good hiders, so they've got a brain under all that Mimic meat. The fact that they ran shows that they know when to throw the towel." Mellow muses. "But there're a lot of Mimic corpses here, and a monster colony this huge wouldn't have gone unnoticed by local patrols. Especially since its so close to the capitol."

"Unless an outside party intervened." You note.

"Either that or the local guards slacked off." Mellow shrugs. "Either way--"

The ground shakes.

You and Mellow stumble as the tree the Mimics climbed up begins to move; its bark shifting and flowing like water in a bowl. Part of the tree trunk splits in to two, pulling away from the rest of the tree and forming narrow legs with mossy root feet. The largest branches flow into bony arms tipped with crude sword hands, attached to an emaciated wood torso. A head forms, a hideous thing of wood and bone and dripping moss, and two furious eyes glare at you and Mellow with monstrous rage.

The Treant Mimic roars and stomps twice, raising its arm and bringing it down.

You and Mellow regroup under the shadow of the Mimic and your friend crosses his swords. The limb lands on the sharpened edges of Mellow's weapons just as you land a kick under the parts of the swords that are crossed together.

Meeting stiff resistance, the Treant Mimic bellows as its arms bounce off with a deep indent where is hit Mellow's swords.

"A Treant Mimic. Great." Mellow grumbles. "How much do you want to bet that the rest of the smaller Mimics are on that thing?"

"Pass." you scoff, charging forward.
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Rolled 6 (1d12)

Mini Boss: Treant Mimic!

Lets see if you guys can survive this! Roll me the best of three 2d10s!
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Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d10)

>>2679207
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Rolled 3, 8 = 11 (2d10)

>>2679203
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Rolled 10, 9 = 19 (2d10)

>>2679207
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>>2679221
Damn, Treant Mimic tamed.
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>>2679213
I'm just impressed this happened twice in a row.
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Rolled 7, 6 = 13 (2d10)

>>2679207
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>>2679203
The Mimic trundles forward and raises a root-foot to crush you.

You skid to a stop under it, raise your arms, and catch the limb.

Immediately, the large monster's weight presses down on you and your feet slowly sink into the earth. The various minor injuries on your person flare up in pain, and fresh blood spills from reopened wounds to drip onto the earth. But the pain spurs you onwards and you hold beneath the monster's great weight, like Atlas holding up the weight of the world on his shoulders.

But unlike Atlas, when the weight tries to leave you, you grip hard and keep it in place. Long enough for Mellow hop on and climb onto it.

Seeing the distress their larger kin is in, the lesser Mimics drop to the forest floor and rush you, intent on removing your from the equation.

You rear back and throw the captive root-foot in your hands, crushing the onrushing tide of monsters as well as sending the Treant Mimic stumbling back. The motion dislodges the lesser Mimics holding on to it, and they fall to the ground where your fists make short work of the.

"Je suis monte!" Mellow cries, evading the Treant Mimic's attempts at dislodging him like a gnat. He reaches the Mimic's 'face' and stabs his swords in its empty eye sockets. "Lights out!"

The Mimic roars in agony, sword-hand going to its face to swat at Mellow. Your friend jumps off to escape the incoming swattery, but not tying a length of rope to the pommels of the swords he stabbed into the monster. He lands, tosses you the rope, and you pull with all the strength you can muster.

On the first tug, the large Mimic does not budge. On the second, it stumbles forward a few steps. On the third, you nearly pull it off its feet. On the fourth, the large monster finally loses its stable footing and pitches forward.

As its shadow blots out the sky, you and Mellow jump towards it.
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Mellow swings a sword at the Mimic's chest and it stops partway into the Mimic's thick hide.

You follow-up with a kick that transfers enough force into the blade so that it cuts through the rest of the way, and cleave-smashes the monster in two.

You and Mellow fly through the splinters and meat chunks and blood and viscera of the defeated foe as its separated top half is sent careening through the forest and levels the unfortunate trees that are in its path. The monsters and wildlife observing the fight are immediately spooked and flee, the ground shakes in the wake of your victory, as though the earth is exulting in your hard-earned win.

You and Mellow both land on the ground and skid to a stop before the remaining handful of lesser Mimics, who hiss and flee into the woods like the cowards they are. In the ensuing silence, you and Mellow turn to each other and grin, trading fistbumps.

"Not bad." Mellow laughs. "Definitely better than the fight with Mister Edwards."

"Whom you disrespected." you add.

"Will you just let it go already?!" Mellow throws his hands up. "Gods, why the hell are you so hung up on that?! He said anything goes!"

"That is still no reason to disrespect an opponent in an honorable spar, let alone our teacher." you wag a finger chidingly.

Mellow kicks you and you lightly shove him, drawing a laugh out of the two of you.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!!" a voice screams.
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"Who goes there?!" you roar, body lighting up as Mellow draws his blades. "Show yourself!!"

"Waah! W-Wait, wait! Don't hurt me!" a pair of hands burst out of a bush and waves around. "I-I'm sorry if I disturbed your bro-time!"

"...our what?" Mellow turns to you. You ignore him to focus on the more important issue at hand.

"Step out of the bush and identify yourself!" you order and the speaker complies, if a little shakily. It is a woman, hair as red and vibrant as a blazing inferno and eyes an equally bright shade of crimson. She is dressed in exercise clothes, a utility belt housing a water bottle and several energizing snacks strapped to her right hip.

You recognize anyone with such vibrant colored hair and eyes anywhere and drop your hostile stance to kneel.

"Princess Vermillion." you say. Beside you, you hear Mellow do the same. "We humbly apologize for our rude actions."

"N-No, no, it's okay!" she urges, rushing over. "Please, stand! You don't have to kneel to me!"

"Courtly etiquette would demand otherwise, milady." you answer, head bowed.

"And neither of us want to get thrown into a dungeon for disrespecting the Emperor's Favorite." Mellow supplies. "So we're doing this anyway."

"I, uh, c'mon, stand up already!" she... whines? "We're in the middle of a forest, who's going to see this?"

You blink, trade glances with Mellow, and slowly rise to your feet. The heiress to the Vermillion Empire beams at you both, then blinks at your state of dress and he condition of your bodies.

"What happened to you two?" she asks, then blinks. "B-Besides fighting a horde of Mimics, I mean."

>Truth
>Lie
>Boast
>Mellow
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>>2679370
>Truth
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>>2679370
>Truth
"We were in a sparring match with one of our instructors. Due to our hubris among other things we caused the instructor to panic and cast a spell which resulted in us being greatly displaced. Entirely our fault, I assure you. No need to charge the instructor as having committed any misdeeds, milady."
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>>2679370
>Truth
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>>2679370
>>2679377
Also, if we can it'd be cool to ask about why there would be so many mimics this close to town. If that isn't a matter which must be kept secret, of course.
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>>2679370
"My friend and I are actually students from the Imperial College's magic-field." you explain. "We had classes today involving spellwork. Our instructor wished to see how skilled we were and had the strongest students in his class spar with him, seeing as most were not suited for combat. We fought and after a certain someone decided to try his hand at a dirty sneak attack, our instructor panicked and cast a spell that greatly displaced us."

"What was the spell?" the princess blinks.

"A mini hurricane thing that carried me into the air and struck me with lightning a few times." Mellow glares at you. "This big lug here jumped up to catch me, but we both got electrocuted for our trouble and he overshot his jump, which brought us here."

"It wouldn't have been too much trouble if your weapons weren't electrically charged, and they would not have been if you respected your combatant enough to not launch a sneak attack in the first place."

"Kurt, I swear to every God out there that if you bring that up one more time, then I'm cutting your f--" Mellow glances at the princess. "--fflabby excuse for muscles."

"Flabby?" you flex an arm. "How is this flabby, you unhealthy pleb?"

"Unhealth- why you overgrown--!

"A-Anyway!" the princess cuts in. "You both said you were blown here all the way from the imperial college, right? How did you two survive the fall?"

"Innate toughness and by drinking a lot of milk, milady." Mellow nods.

>What are you doing here, milady?
>Where are we, milady?
>Why so many Mimics, milady?
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>>2679406
>Why so many Mimics, milady?
>And why are you here unaccompanied?
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>>2679413
Supporting
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>>2679406
>Why so many Mimics, milady?
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>>2679413
This.
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>>2679413
Also supporting.
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>>2679406


This: >>2679413
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>>2679406
"Regardless," you cut in. "There seems to be an abnormal amount of Mimics concentrated in a single area. Would you happen to know why, your highness?"

"Not really, no. Father doesn't let me in on much of the ongoings of the Empire beyond what I hear from the news and hearsay of the palace servants. The one who would know would be one of my brothers." Princess Vermillion. "But there have been rumors about a mad Beast Tamer disappearing several months ago after something happened to him."

"What happened to him?" you quirk a brow. The princess shakes her head.

"I don't know much of the details, but I heard it has something to do with a spat in a governmental administration building." she glances between you. "Do you think he may be responsible for so many Mimics being so close to the capitol?"

"If nothing else, then we at least have a possible culprit." Mellow muses. "Only a Beast Tamer could get so many monsters in a single location. The question is why, and how."

"Mimic colonies are rarely located close to a settlement, much less one as densely packed as Vermillia." you agree. "Perhaps the person used a lure?"

"That's the only thing that makes sense right now." Mellow sighs. "This sounds fishy to me, Kurt. Wanna investigate this more later?"

"Perhaps. But before that," you nod to Princess Vermillion. "Milady, could I ask why you are here unaccompanied? Where are your escort?"

"Oh, I ditched them." she waves off your question. "They were getting annoying with all the questions and reminders about where my usual jogging route is, and their tails were so obvious. I just had to get away from it all for a while, so I snuck off here to take a quick hike."

"...Without an escort?" Mellow gapes. "Do you have any idea how much of a security risk you are right now without an escort?"

"Please, I can take care of myself." Princess Vermillion crosses her arms and sniffs haughtily. "Besides, I have Laevatein with me. I'm perfectly safe!"

"Alone? In a forest? Full of monsters that can become anything you could possibly imagine?" Mellow presses. "Ma'am, no offense, but I think you're overestimating yourself a little."

"Am not!" she stamps her foot on the ground. "I'll have you know that my tutors think I'm making great strides in improving my combat skills! I bet I could take you in an arm wrestling contest and win handily!"

"With arms as thin as those?" Mellow laughs. The princess fumes and you begin to list the ways you could suture Mellow's mouth shut without him noticing.

>Shall we escort you out of this forest?
>We'd best be on our way.
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>tfw your folks send you to buy something and you have to search through a dozen supermarkets to find
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>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?
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>>2679579
>Ask her to help us out of the woods then
Stroke the ego of the pretty princess, and get the fuck outta dodge from whatever Mimics are nearby, thus saving the bloodline so she can have Kurt's kids safely.....in the future that is.
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>>2679580
Been there, done that. I just stop after the first, and then try again next week.
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>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?
We were just about to leave.
Also, Laevatein? What kind of magic is it? Summoning, projection, reinforcement?
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>>2679580
At least you have a car...right?

>>2679579

>Shall we escort you out of this forest?

i would rather not phrase as a question but than i need to remember we are talking with royalty. Are our wounds serious or can we still power walk through it? Would be nice to have some regeneration like Mellow.
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>>2679584
We are a commoner we can't get laid with princess...yet.
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>>2679586
i think that's the name of her sword.
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>>2679589
We are a excellent Fist Wizard, our genes are perfect for a princess's husband. We're just going to get stronger as time goes on.
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>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?
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>>2679579
>Shall we escort you out of this forest?

>Inb4 we bump into the Princess' ditched security detail
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>>2679579
"My friend's jabs at your health aside milady" you nod at her again. "Shall we escort you out of the forest now?"

"Eh? But I just got here!" the princess pouts. "Don't tell me you'rs scared of a bunch of Mimics! You just killed hundreds of them a few minutes ago!"

"Indeed we did. And while I do not doubt my or Mellow's ability to slay or drive off whatever monsters we may encounter in this forest, we cannot do so at full strength knowing there is a non-combatant is nearby and potentially in harm's way." you narrow your gaze at the young woman. "Especially one who so happens to be the youngest member of the Imperial Family."

"But I can fight! Look!" The princess reaches out with a hand, seemingly to grab at empty air. "Serve me, Laevatein!"

There is a brilliant flash of golden fire, which solidifies into a mass of gold. The mass compresses itself into a beautiful golden straight sword, decorated with red filigree near the hilt and tipped with a jewel pommel. Your magically attuned senses pick up mana radiating off of it, and it reeks of dormant embers just waiting to be set ablaze through force of will.

"That's one hell of a flashy piece." Mellow whistles looking the weapon. "An alchemical core made from dragon blood, treated in mystic flames, doused in blessed water, and linked to your personal mana reserves, right? Thought activated too; this thing must've cost a fortune to forge. I'm guessing it's attuned to your elemental affinity or something?"

"Damn right!" Princess Vermillion smiles haughtily. "Which means--"

"You've yet to unlock its actual power." Mellow cuts her off. Her highness blinks owlishly at him.

"What?"

"See that filigree here?" Mellow points at the red markings near the hilt of the sword. "That's not just a decorative piece. It's a limiter. That's there to keep whatever power you use below a certain threshold."

"And with good reason." you cross your arms. "Your elemental affinity is fire, is it not? If you lost control, you could very well end up setting fire to yourself."

The princess recoils in shock and stares at her weapon in a new light. She likely wasn't told of that for various reasons, and now she has cause to consult those that gifted her the weapon in the first place. Not that you would care; if the people that made Laevatein wanted to not be prodded by the Vermillion Empire's heiress, then they would've done a better job hiding that limiter from Mellow's gaze in the first place.

"Regardless," you cut in. "We must leave, your highness. And you really should come with us for your safety and ours."

"I..." Princess Vermillion sighs and wills her weapon away. "Alright."
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>>2679634
Oh thank god for Mellow, he blew her the fuck out from doing something stupid in one sentence.
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>>2679634
mimic pet when
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>>2679634
Welp that's one crisis averted.

>>2679639
Just you wait the princess security is about to attack/surround thinking we are the princess kidnappers. Although from the way Kurt and Mellow must be covered in blood and gore from the spar and killing so many mimic i think people will think twice before bothering them.
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One day anon...one day.
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>>2679651
Honestly, it's for that reason that we should preemptively stow away our weapons. At least, as much as possible when Kurt's weapons are his body. But I wouldn't want anyone catching Mellow idly playing with a blade in the presence of the princess.
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>>2679659
I'm just expecting the spymaster or whatever person that is in charge of tailling the princess to jump us the moment we leave the forest...
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>>2679668
Eh, we'll just tell them how we ended up in the forest, our Instructor and the entire class can back it up. Not to mention we can point out to them that if we were kidnappers with half a brain, we wouldn't walk back to the capital with the princess in full daylight.
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>>2679672
To be fair though, supposed super gang leaders have been walking around with reject trash weapons for status symbols. So it may be normal to have incompetent villains.
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>>2679677
Oh god i'm so glad we refused the offer of becoming a gang leader now.
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Before any of you can say something, the slightest noise catches your attention.

You turn to it and see something make its way through the various dead Mimic pieces and forest undergrowth towards you. Her highness moves to summon her sword, but a raised hand from Mellow stops her. You step towards whatever is moving just as it reaches your location, bursting out of a small pile of dead leaves and twigs. You catch it easily and hold it at arm's length.

"...is that a newborn Mimic?" Mellow blinks. Her highness stares.

"It seems so." you lift the tiny Mimic, currently half the size of your fist and assuming the form of a deformed lovechild between a dog and a lump of meat. "The poor thing must be angry that we killed its fellows/"

"Or really hungry." Mellow picks up a chunk of Mimic flesh and offers it to her highness. "Could you cook this, ma'am?"

"W-Why should I?" the princess backs away, disgusted. "I'm a princess!"

"Just feed it the meat, Mellow. If it is hungry and not just angry, then the baby Mimic would consume it regardless." you walk over and Mellow hands you the chunk of flesh. "Here you go little one."

The tiny monster ceases its growling and snarling when you bring the meat into its field of view. It sniffs the offered meat a few times before biting into it.

"...Is it wrong that we're basically forcing a newborn into cannibalism in front of a princess?" Mellow asks. You note that her highness is watching the baby Mimic eat with morbid fascination.

"Oh, now you have a conscience." you roll your eyes, setting the baby Mimic on your open palm as it continues to eat. "What happened to it when you--"

"One more time." Mellow snarls. "One more time with that 'respect the duelling rules' bull and I'll stick a sword in you where the sun don't shine."

"Technically, the sun would not shine anyway because the sword in inside me, but very well." you nod at Princess Vermillion. "Let us be off then."
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>>2679691
Well I guess we got a pet now. Neat.
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>>2679691
>forcing a newborn into cannibalism
I'm pretty sure that, if Mimics cared about cannibalism, the Baby Mimic would have recoiled from the meat out of sheer instinct.
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>>2679691
it's precious
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>>2679696
Oh wait, how are we going to keep track of a Mimic when they can change forms at the drop of a hat? Unless Mimics have a magical aura that can be sensed, owning an untrained Mimic sounds like a recipe for trouble.
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>>2679701
Eh, I'm more worried about Saki get a hold of Shoggy.
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>>2679701
We can just wear him, as a hat or something.
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>>2679698
Nah mimics in fantasy usualy result in cannibalism. The only thing the little ones care in such young age is just to eat after all it's has you said if it had anything against it it wouldn't have eaten it.
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>>2679703
Whaaat, what could Saki possibly do with a Mi-
>Mimic transformations are on the "anything they fucking want" scale
>Saki continously lusts after Kurt/hot men
O-oh crap.
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>>2679701
Young mimics get locked in a form only older mimics can change at will. This little guy seem to not have morphed into a object yet so his "morph slot" is blank.

Also we can ask these questions to our teachers.
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>>2679710
Don't worry it was stated in the older thread that young and weaker mimics have a limit morphing form.
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Also it's as it was stated a recently born mimic if we train him maybe he will be harmless?
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>>2679718
We will hug him and name him Jorge and now our Griffon has a sidekick. Or even more fun things, we can put him on our head and he can be our magic hat with teeth.
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Can I just say that it's incredible that you included Stella Vermillion in this quest? I never expected to see her, so this was a really nice surprise.
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>>2679727
She is a perfect fit in this universe, I was expecting her to show up the second I saw the setting, honestly expected her to be some noble in the school, and not THE noble. But expected all the same.
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>>2679691
You and Mellow, plus the newborn Mimic, follow Princess Vermillion as she leads your little group out of the forest. The travel time is filled with Mellow detailing the basic mechanics of how a magic limiter works, and the likely ways to circumvent it, after her highness inquires about it.

Mellow describes to her a plethora of different ways; from practicing foci-less casting to outright replacing Laevatein with a copy that lacks the limiter to switching from a sword to a wand or casting staff. You chime in with a suggestion to pursue Fist Wizardry and provide a suitable demonstration of your abilities by lifting a large boulder and effortlessly bouncing it between your hands.

"And all of this is from the union of physical might and magical prowess." you state as you set down the boulder. "With your mana reserves and resolve, I am certain you can be an amazing Fist Wizard."

"That's what Kurt calls Kinetomancy." Mellow stage-whispers. "Everybody else calls it that, but he keeps saying Fist Wizard for some reason."

"I like that name." the princess smiles. "Fist Wizard. Clear and straight to the point, with no chance of people mistaking it for something else."

You smirk victoriously at your friend, who rolls his eyes with a laugh. On your shoulder, the baby Mimic you picked up grumbles as it observes the ongoings with quiet fascination.

"Whatever man. I won't take back what I said though; you're probably the only guy at the College that calls Kinetomancy Fist Wizardry." Mellow comments. "Don't you feel a little left out, being all Fist Wizard when people say Kinetomancy?"

"A Fist Wizard must be strong enough to weather through the worst conditions imaginable." you recite. "Whether those conditions are the cold mountain peaks or scorching desert heat or the words of peers who misunderstand the truth is of little consequence. For those who follow the path of the magical fist, pain is a constant friend and to accept it is to be more powerful than they are yesterday."

"...Right. Sure." Mellow nods jerkily, prompting a giggle from her highness. "Regardless, I can see the city walls now but there aren't any doors or checkpoints."

"I got through by squeezing past a breach in the wall." Princess Vermillion states. "It's a tight fit, but we can all probably go through."

Mellow shoots you a glance, then tilts his head at the ramparts on the wall with a grin. You grin back and turn to her highness.

"Through? What nonsense it that?" you laugh. "We go OVER!"
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>>2679735
She is THE noble of this country. There are other places.
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>>2679740
Oh god damnit.....this is going to look like a kidnapping now, and the princess is going to scream, and this is going to be awkward, and I swear to god, Saki is going to find out about this somehow and she will now try to be catty to the princess like where her personal playmate.
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>>2679740
Before her highness asks, mellow darts forward and draws a sword. He throws it at the wall and it embeds itself halfway down its blade. Mellow runs to it at full sprint, jumps, and lands on it with both feet.

The sword bends back like a springboard under his weight and launches your friend skywards. He laughs and does a little forward flip as he falls behind the wall, scaring a flock of birds in his wake. You turn to Princess Vermillion and chuckle at the look of amazement on her face. She turns to you as you enhance your muscles with mana, and she stares at the dim red glow coming from deep within your flesh.

"Of course, we will not force you to do the same, milady. You are a princess and you have every right to decide how you reenter your city." you grin at her. "But doing it this way is infinitely more fun than just squeezing through a hole in the wall!"

You turn away and run to the wall. You tense your legs and leap the moment you feel your feet make contact with the structure's reinforced surface.

You sail through the air and scare the living daylights out of the guards stationed atop the ramparts, likely appearing as a red blur to those watching. Still in the air, you enter a controlled spin as gravity reasserts itself and pulls you back down to terra firma.

The wind howls in your ears as the ground approaches. At the absolute last second, you right yourself and land neatly on your feet with enough force to crater the street underfoot. The sudden displacement of air your entrance makes kicks up dust, which you walk through with all the confidence you could muster.

Mellow watches you walk out of the dust cloud with crossed arms and an amused smirk, leaning on a lamp post as a crowd begins to gather. You trade fistbumps with him and turn back to the wall, awaiting the third member of our group to follow after you with her own spectacular entrance.

As befitting her royal name, Princess Stella Vermillion does not disappoint.
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>>2679760
Oh thank god, we aren't going to get shot.
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>>2679765
But we are going to get a ear full for forcing the princess to use her magic and not behaving in a "lady like" matter.
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Wait a moment does ring out count in the spar? Because if it does i think this will ne Kurt's first lost. COOL!!!
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>>2679773
Well we got beat by Gehrman unless u don't want to count that
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A moment of silence passes before an explosion of gold flame heralds the appearance of a shooting star, as though hurled from the ground to the skies by a primodial god of flame. The shooting star hangs overhead for the briefest moment, before it explodes soundlessly as a brilliant four-pointed star. The crowd 'hwas' and cheers at the display, a few even clapping enthusiastically.

From the star, a shape falls to the earth. You catch the telltale glint of gold as the fire in the heavens dies out and gather wind in the palms of your hands.

You point it upwards and release the gathered energy in a funnel, creating a powerful gust of wind that slows the descent of the falling form enough so that Mellow can safely catch it.

With a grunt, Stella Vermillion falls into Mellow's waiting arms; Laevatein in her hands and clothes only slightly singed from her display of magic power. The crowd gasps and kneels, recognizing the young woman in Mellow's arms as the crown princess of the Vermillion Empire. Princess Vermillion is set down and she dismisses her sword, urging the people to stand.

"Well, that was fun." Mellow notes. "Do you think we can do it again some time?"

"Who knows?" you chuckle, scratching the newborn Mimic as it pokes its head out from your pants pocket. "I definitely would not mind a repeat performance in the future." your ears perk up at the sound of approaching armored footsteps. "Oh my."

"Knights." Mellow winces as a cadre of armored women enter shouting distance.

"Princess Stella!" the lead knightess calls out. "Princess Stella!"

"Ah, Cecily!" her highness smiles at the approaching warriors. "Hi!"
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>>2679786
And with that. WE ARE NOT HERE...ANYMORE!!!
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>>2679797
PFFFFFFF
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>>2679786
>"SECRET FIST WIZARD TECHNIQUE: RUN LIKE YOU STOLE SOMETHING!"
>Proceed to pick up Mellow like luggage and jump the fuck outta there.
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The cadre of knights form a perimeter around her highness, and five of the surround you and Mellow with weapons drawn.

"Where did you go?!" the lead knightess starts, grabbing her highness' shoulders and looking her over. "Are you alright? Why are your clothes burnt? And who are those two hooligans there?!"

"Hooligans?" you quirk a brow. Mellow snickers at your reaction, not the slightest bit fazed at the weapons pointed his way.

"Cecily, calm down!" her highness giggles, pulling the knightess' hands off her shoulders. "I'm fine, really! My clothes are burnt because I used too much power in that last stunt. I'm not hurt at all, don't worry!"

"You disappeared in the middle of your late morning exercise jog and your guard's been scouring the entire city for you! You do not get to tell me not to worry when you nearly caused all of us to fear for our livelihoods!" the red-haired knightess says. "The last time you disappeared, your Lord-Father had us replace the palace maids for a month! I dread what he'll do to us if word of you disappearing and then reappearing with two half naked young men reaches his ears!"

"Just so you know," Mellow points out. "We can hear you!"

"Silence, ruffian!" the knightess orders. "I am Cecily of House Lunabreck and I command you to hold your tongue!"

"Yeah, sure, you and what army?" your friend laughs. The knights closest to him push their weapons against his skin. "Oh. Right."

"Girls, stand down, it's okay. They're friends." her highness says. "No need to cause a scene, just put away your weapons and I'll explain everything."

"You can explain after we've brought you back in the palace and got you cleaned up." Knightess Cecily points at you and Mellow. "And send these two to the nearest constabulary!"

"Wha-- what for?!" Mellow gapes.

"For suspicion of ill-intent and inappropriate action towards a member of the Imperial Family!" the knightess answers.

>wat do
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>>2679822
Comply, and blame Mellow, of course.
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>>2679822
But we have classes to attend to. We must continue our Spar with our teacher.
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>>2679822
Also inquire about all of the mimic located where we were. Are they native to the forest?
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I'll stop here for the night. Me is sleeeepppyyyyy
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>>2679822
Ask them about the mimic nest in the forests, if they didn't know about it activate lecture.exe.
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>>2679822
I have the perfect plan guys.
>Point in the opposite direction.
"Look! A distraction."
>Grab Mellow and throw him as hard as you can towards the academy.
"Go and finish the spar Mellow, I'm counting on you."
Flash a smile and a thumbs up before being taken to the constabulary and wait for Stella to explain everything.
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>>2679822
>"Nope, see ya around at school yer Highness"
>"Mumble to Mellow to start our rematch right now"
>Fight ourselves back to the school and try not to make it look like we're running like hell.
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>>2679822
This is an outrage!
Scold their rudeness and lecture them about proper manners.
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>>2679828
...........but its noon here.
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>>2679822
>"Or you might consider letting her Highness explain now, so we can all go on our way?"

>"Still, if you insist, I'm not one to go against an officer of the law. Though I do expect to be compensated for our lost time once this is over."
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>>2679822
>Try to gently, and not threateningly , confront the clearly upset lady-knight.
>Ma'am we are not ruffians, and while it would be my pleasure to resolve this misunderstanding under the law's watchful eye, we are needed elsewhere. I belive Prof H. Edwards from the College of Magic would be searching for us.
>Also, you got quite the mimic infestation going on in the forest
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>>2679822
>" I refuse." Then proceed to run away toward the school
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>>2679836
It's 1 AM where I'm at, tho.

In the meantime, have a status update on your other friends before I hit the hay:

Mister Edwards/Spellwork Teacher: ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfucknotagaini'msofired

Philia: I hope Kurt and Mellow are ok

JoJo: They must be having so much fun right now without me

Saki: Why won't Kurt fuck me already?!

Sachi: *hits Saki with a Bible-equivalent* Control your thirst, woman! The power of god compels you!

Joshua: Well I'll be, they actually landed a hit on Mister Edwards. They must be really good fighters

Vivio: He hit Mister Edwards?! I MUST LEARN FROM HIM!
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>>2679822
>>wat do
FUCKING. COMPLY.
Are you all stupid or what?
The knight is doing her job and running away just makes us look bad and implies we DID do something wrong. just let them take us into the constabulary, and once we are there we explain everything that happened.
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>>2679855
>Mister Edwards/Spellwork Teacher: ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfucknotagaini'msofired
>Not again
>JoJo: They must be having so much fun right now without me
Damn right they are
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>>2679855
Sounds bout right, wonder what Saki's reaction to the Princess chilling with us.
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>>2679822
>Kneel before Cecily and the princess and say, "With all due respect, Knightess Cecily, we do understand why you would conclude that we are suspect. However, if you would grant the fair princess her request and allow her to explain, I am certain she could make it clear that we simply happened upon her in the woods. All we have done thus far is attempt, as well as we can, to do as Princess Stella wishes."
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>>2679860
Well he never explained why he is a ex-instructor for the royals so...yeah.
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>>2679846
I like this, but let's add a twist.
Let's explain to them that we are wizard students from the college and we were displaced after a magical mishap.
Demonstrate to these women that we are a legitimate Muscle Wizard by FLEXING and POSING with Mellow.
>inb4 all the guards are thirsty

>>2679858
I agree. Running away is a bad idea. Same with fighting out way back to school.

>>2679864
This is good too
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A'ight, I'm back. And I'm a little confused with the votes right now, but the two main decisions I can see are either to explain or run.

One more round of votes, then.

>Try to explain
>Running away
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>>2680720
>Try to explain
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>>2680720
>Try to explain, but prepare our launch point to gtfo
>Carry Mellow like grumpy luggage is necessary
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>>2680720
>Running away
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>>2680720
>Try to explain
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>>2680720
>Try to explain
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>>2680720
>Try to explain
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>>2680720
>>Try to explain
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>>2680720
>>Try to explain
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>>2680720
>>Try to explain
Running implies guilt.
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>>2679822
"Now wait one moment here, milady!" you protest. "You have no proof to reinforce your baseless accusations and even her highness herself has spoken that she would explain what happened!"

"I need no proof of my accusation your state of dress right now." the knightess sneers at you. "Being half naked and displaying indecent behavior in public is an obvious sign of your deviancy with her highness! And then there is the state of her clothes, which you both must have caused! That is all the proof I need!" the other knights surrounding you move to restrain you. "Any explanation can be heard once the princess is safe and sound behind the palace walls."

"Surrender and you will not be harmed." one of the knights says.

"Hell no!" Mellow snarls and, to your surprise, some of the armored warriors flinch back.

"Mellow!" you smack his head. "Language!"

"To hell with tha--" you smack him again. "Fuck--" and again. "Stop hitting me!"

"Then stop swearing." you tell him, then turn to the other knights. "And please refrain from forcing us into the constabulary; we have a proper explanation for all of this if you would listen for a just moment."

"I don't need to--" Knightess Cecily starts, but is interrupted by her highness gripping her wrist.

"Cecily, I know they don't look their best right now, but there's a good reason for that." she says, "I know, I saw it happen. Just hear them out."

"But milady--!"

"That's an order, knightess." her highness is cowed under Princess Vermillion's stern gaze.

"...Yes, your highness." Knightess Cecily nods and turns to you, flushing red when Mellow smirks at her. "Well? Start explaining."
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>>2680858
>"Well? Start explaining."
Huh? Are we waiting for your part 2,or are we supposed to offer our own explanations?
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>>2680858
>”Well, we’re students of (Insert whatever the name of the academy we attend is), and during a spar with one of our instructors we were catapulted into the forests outside of the capital. Our uniforms were, as you can see, rather done in by the impact and the combat leading up to it. The large nest of mimics we found ourselves in whilst on our trek back to the capital didn’t exactly improve their condition, either. After we’d dispatched the mimics, we ran into her Highness here, and the three of us travelled the rest of the way back to the capital. We decided to enter the city rather, er, dynamically, over the walls, and when her Highness followed suit her fire magic evidently singed her clothes. At this point you found us and, well, here we are.”
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>>2680875
The Imperial College Anon. Also, we should introduce ourselves. No need to be rude.
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>>2680875
Good good good
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>>2680879
Good point
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>>2680858
"My friend and I are both students from the Imperial College. We were blown away into the forest when our instructor accidentally cast a powerful wind spell after Mellow attempted to attack him while his guard was down in the aftermath of a particularly powerful counterattack." you glare at Mellow. "All of which wouldn't have happened if you respected proper dueling decorum, if I might add. "

Mellow throws a knife at your head. Its tip deforms upon contact with your cheek and it harmlessly bounces off. You continue despite the wide-eyed looks the knightess' give you.

"We landed in the forest and I scaled a tree to see where we were. The tree so happened to be a large Mimic colony in disguise and they attacked en masse after they threw me off it. The resulting battle covered us both in monster gore and blood, as you can see and smell, and culminated in us taking down a large Treant Mimic. I have a survivor of that battle right here." you show them the newborn Mimic and one of the knightess' screams, backing away. The tiny Mimic and growls curiously at what it sees. "Then we encountered her highness, and she led us back her after we offered to escort her."

"You went outside of the city?!" Knightess Cecily whirls to her highness, eyes wide and hysteric. "Alone?! Without an escort? With all due respect milady, ut have you lost your mind?!"

"That's what I said." Mellow speaks up. "And it turns out she has a really good reason."

"And that reason is?!" the knightess turns to Mellow and you catch her highness desperately shaking her head at him.

"Not mine to say." Mellow smirks at Knightess Cecily, much to her growing consternation. "But maybe if a certain someone had been a little nicer, then maybe..."

"I'll pay you in gold for that information." the knightess growls. Mellow's smirk grows wider.

"My lips" he drags a finger over his mouth. "Are sealed."

You're sure no human could get that red-faced. Any more and she might pop a vein or something.
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>>2680902
>Mellow's smirk grows wider.
Bless you Mellow.
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>>2680925
I think Mellow likes her. She does seem fun to tease.
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>>2680927
i think he's just in his casual asshole/jerk mode.
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>>2680934
that's a weird way to say he just likes to bant
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Man i feel bad for Jojo, he's missing all the fun.
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>>2680935
eeeh. my brain isn't exactly at its peak right now.
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>>2680902
"Regardless," you cut in. "If you require further proof, you can inquire at the Imperial College for Magic and Higher Learning. Our instructor, Hadrian Edwards can support our claims. He claims to be a former tutor of the Imperial Family--"

"Wait, Hadrian Edwards?" her highness cuts in. "He's the instructor that blew you into the forest?"

"Well, technically he only sent Mellow flying. I tried to catch him as he fell, but I did not factor in the electricity still in his weapons after he was struck by lightning and I was electrocuted. As a result, I was unable to correct the direction in which we fell and thus landed the forest." you correct. "But that is the long and short of it, yes. Do you know Mister Edwards?"

"He was one of the best tutors the Imperial Family hired, and is hailed as one of the Vermillion Empire's greatest swordsmen." her highness explains. "He taught me the basics of swordplay and I've only ever hit him once. And he reflexively... sent me flying with a spell."

"...Glad to know we aren't the first people he sent on a trip." Mellow quips.

"But you landed a hit on him?" her highness presses. "Even if just one?"

"It required myself, Mellow, and another to work together but we did land one hit on instructor Edwards." you nod. "Just one."

"You guys must be really skilled to manage that." her highness beams at you. "What're your names?"

"I'm Mellow Proudmoore, he's Kurt Vander, and the third guy is Jotaro Joestar." Mellow answers, then turns to Knightess Cecily. "Does that satisfy your curiosity or do we have to show you the piles of dead Mimics we left behind, ma'am?"

"...Tell me about the Mimic colony you encountered." the knightess asks. "Was there anything peculiar about them?"

>They were unusually close to the capitol
>They had unusually large numbers for a single colony
>They had a large Mimic with them
>They could cooperate
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>>2680955
>They were unusually close to the capitol
>They had unusually large numbers for a single colony
>They had a large Mimic with them
>They could cooperate
Pretty much all of this
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>>2680955
>>They were unusually close to the capitol
>>They had unusually large numbers for a single colony
>>They had a large Mimic with them
>>They could cooperate
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>>2680955
>>They were unusually close to the capitol
>>They had unusually large numbers for a single colony
>>They had a large Mimic with them
>>They could cooperate
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>>2680955
>They were unusually close to the capitol
>They had unusually large numbers for a single colony
>They had a large Mimic with them
>They could cooperate
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>>2680955
This might be a little inappropriate to ask, but we're there, or is there a bounty for the extermination of pests?

I'm asking this because Kurt needs money for his sisters surgery. Every copper coin counts.
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>>2680955
"Besides the fact that they were location unusually close to the capitol?" you quirk a brow at the knightess' nod. "Well. They possessed quite a few in their ranks; even without counting, I confidently say that there were at least more than three hundred Mimics at one place. Easily more. We killed the majority, but a small handful survived and fled deeper into the forest while we dealt with the large Mimic."

"And they had a big with them, too." Mellow contributes "It Mimic'd a Treant, at least as big as a building. The smaller Mimics clambered on it once we thinned out most of their number, and they dropped in to help it once Kurt and I showed we could still fight back. Not that it helped them much, since we still killed them all." he turns to you. "I've never seen Mimics work together like that before. Have you?"

"A few times, but never in such numbers." you rumble "Monsters from separate species' could form packs and work together to bring down bigger prey, but never more than a dozen."

"What are the chances of them being coordinated by the big Mimic you said?" Knightess Cecily asks.

"Low to non-existent." you shake your head. "You must understand, Mimics are not pack-oriented monsters. They only ever form groups to take down bigger prey and even then, they still work independently of one another. There is no hierarchy in Mimic packs, and to see such a thing happen is very out of place. Unnatural even."

"We think it might be a rogue Beast Tamer at work, but don't know the full story so we're not sure." Mellow shrugs.

"You do not have to. We shall send people to investigate the site of your battle and handle subsequent investigations. This is an internal affair now and students of the Imperial College need not interfere where they do not belong." Knightess Cecily nods tightly at you and Mellow. "The Princess' Guard thanks you both for escorting her highness Princess Stella Vermillion to safety. We will take care of things from here. Come your highness, we must be going."

"Aw, do we have to?" he highness sighs.

"We have dallied long enough and your Lord-Father may get anxious at your lack of presence to the point of sending search parties."Knightess Cecily shakes her head. "We must be going."

"...Alright." her highness frowns, but smiles and nods at you and Mellow. "Until next time Mellow. Kurt."

"Your highness." you bow back with Mellow, and watch as the group of people walk away.

A moment of silence passes between you and Mellow as you watch the group march away and disappear around a corner. Mellow sighs and shakes his head, breaking the silence with a question.

"We're going to investigate it, aren't we?"

"Of course." you rumble back. "Come. We best return to the College before anything else happens."
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brb in a few hours, got called away to do chores
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>>2681122
>no monster bounty
O-ok
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>>2681140
this will come later when the king know and verifies that our claims aren't bullshit.
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>>2681118
Mellow sighs, tenses, and clambers up a wall. You follow after him once he reaches to roof, closing the distance with a single building-clearing bound. You land and take off after him, free-running with mana-charged limbs towards the Imperial College.

"So, answer me this." Mellow speaks up. "Your sister, Henrietta, she's stuck in a wheelchair, isn't she?"

"Yes." you answer.

"Her spine broke after being hit by a monster that just so happened to wander to your farm one night?"

"Indeed."

"The damage can be fixed if you went to the right people with the right amount of money, right?"

"I have been told that is the case."

"So... why didn't ask if there were bounties for all those Mimics we killed?" Mellow monkey swings across a row of horizontal flag poles. "I mean, I'm not wanting for cash, so we don't have to split it fifty-fifty. Or did you think it'd be too inappropriate to ask for a reward?"

"A little bit of both. But mostly to keep myself from looking like a fool in the event that there were no bounties for all those Mimics; after all, for there to be a bounty, the people posting it must first know there are monsters. And after answering Kinghtess Cecily's questions, I doubt she knows of the Mimic's presence and thus concluded that there would be no bounties for either of us to claim."

"Dude, a knight wouldn't know about bounties because they won't have to hire people to get rid of pest problems when they could do it themselves." Mellow grunts as he rolls with a fall from three floors up. "Besides, when's the last time you saw a knight paste a quest on the local Guild board for adventurers to deal with?"

"You raise good points, but ultimately the opportunity to confirm that has passed." you shake your head. "We can check the local Guild later. For now, we should focus on the what is in front of us."

"Fair enough." Mellow nods. "Hey, look at that. JoJo's at the front gate."
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>>2681260
We also got something that is arguably better; we managed to befriend the princess.
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>>2681271
Sometimes friendship is its own reward, huh?

>>2681260
Hey Jojo did you win?
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>>2681260
True to his words, you spot JoJo leaning outside the gate; hands in his pockets and「Star Platinum」floating nearby, poking a sleepy cat. He sees you and Mellow approaching and smiles, pushing off the gate as you both land. He quirks a small grin and his soul projection outright beams, surging forward to wrap Mellow in a hug and lifting him off his feet.

"Good to see you both are alright, if looking a little banged up." JoJo states as he offers you a fistbump. "Everyone collectively lost their shit when you and Mellow were sent flying. Mister Edwards especially; he curled up into a ball and started chanting about he was going to get fired again."

"Language." you chastise, but return his fistbump nonetheless. "But that does sound interesting. I am assuming class has been let out?"

"Technically no, since Mister Edwards didn't dismiss anyone yet and there is still over four hours left."

"Then what are you doing out here?" you gawk. JoJo shrugs.

"I figured I'd wait for you two to come back."

"Didn't anyone try to stop you? What about the hall monitors?"

"They can't stop something they don't notice." JoJo smiles. "And「Star Platinum」is very good at making people not notice things."

"...You knocked them out?!" you cry out.

"They can't notice me if they're not conscious to notice." he taps his temple. "When all you have is a hammer, how you use it may well determine the outcome of a situation."

"JoJo, I know you and Kurt have a really great thing going on right now, but could you call off your damn projection?!" Mellow cries out, still held aloft by「Star Platinum」. "My legs are going numb, I can't breath well, and it looks like it wants to rape me!"

"Star, put him down." JoJo commands. His projection grins at him and floats away. "Star!"

"JoJo, I swear to god, let me down! JoJo!" Mellow cries out. "JOOOOOJOOOOOOOO!!!"
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Internet is acting up, likely won't be able to post more until tonight. Sorry guys.
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>>2681327
https://youtu.be/yI3pg_YJnPM
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>>2681271
And a little cutie patootiee pet.
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>>2681359
It needs a name
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>>2681391
Meemee
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>>2681453
What about Chops?
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>>2681327
After some difficulty in extricating Mellow from「Star Platinum's」embrace and introducing JoJo to the newborn Mimic you picked up, you three decide to head back to the training arena to let Mister Edwards that you were whole and healthy and to assure him that he was not going to be fired. The sight of one of the greatest swordsmen in the Empire curled up on the ground was something you could not stand.

Which reminds you!

"JoJo, what is the verdict of the spar?" you ask the Joestar heir. "Did we win?"

"Dude we got blasted out of the arena." Mellow grouses. "The right question you should ask is how badly we lost."

"Your pessimism is not appropriate in a situation where battle is involved, Mellow. When reviewing the results of one's performance, one should always assume the best so that anything bad will still be better than the absolute worst." you nod at wisdom in your teacher's words. Even half a continent away, his teachings still carry weight. "Besides, pessimism is not good for the soul."

"But on the flipside," Mellow wriggles his hand. "Being pessimistic lets you be pleasantly surprised if you do great in something you expected to do bad in, and any failure won't feel as bad."

His words give you pause, and in your silence, Mellow grins victoriously as JoJo chuckles.

"He has you there, Kurt." JoJo points out, not unkindly.

"I-It is the perspective that counts!" you harurmph. "So what if his words carry weight? If that is how he thinks pessimism works, then who am I to argue? So long as you do not try to argue with how I think optimism works, then I will not touch upon this subject."

"Fair enough." Mellow nods as the three of you arrive at the door leading to the sparring arena your class is in. "So how're we doing our entrance?"

>Bombastic
>Loud
>Normal
>Subdued
>Quiet
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>>2681788
>Normal
"Yeah we were blasted several kilometers away by a lighting storm, no big."
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>internet is slow as shit, so no pics on my end
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>>2681788
>Normal
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>>2681788
>Normal

Should have stopped in the kitchen and gotten Shoggy a little something for his tummy.
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>>2681788
>Normal
"Sorry it took so long for us to get back; let's continue, shall we? Two more hits to go, was it?"
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>>2681788
"Nothing grand or overt." you say, putting your hands on the door. "We are both tired from our battle against the Mimics, and a bombastic entrance would no doubt scare Mister Edwards. Neither of us wish for a repeat performance of the hurricane blowing us away, do we?"

"Yeah, I guess not." Mellow nods as you push open the door. JoJo quirks a brow.

"You fought Mimics?"

"We'll fill you in later." Mellow waves him off as you make your way down the path.

You reemerge to the view of your classmates, but they do not notice you immediately as they are all engaged in heavily discussion. Either about the magics and techniques displayed in your fight earlier or in fascination as to Mister Edwards' fate is unknown to you. However, the murmuring slowly ceases as you step into the arena proper.

Saki and Sachi stand to one side, vehemently discussing something. Philia crouches before the curled form of Mister Edwards, idly poking him with a finger. The girls turn to you and gape at your current state of dress, but you politely ignore their looks as you clear your throat.

"Mister Edwards?" you announce. "Mellow and I have returned."

The older man jerks and looks up. His eyes are red and puffy, but they are wide open as they take you in.

"You're alive!" he cheers, rushing to his feet. "You're both alive! Praise the gods, I won't be fired!"
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>The girls turn to you and gape at your current state of dress,


>pic related is Saki's panties
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>>2681861
*Snort*
Saki probably has to resort to her water magics to keep her panties even remotely dry when she's around Kurt.
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"Where did you two end up?" Philia rushes to you, fingers trailing feather light touches near you injuries and inadvertently trailing her hands over your abs and pecs. "And why are you and Mellow covered in... Mimic blood?"

"We landed in the forest a long ways from here, smack dab in the middle of huge Mimic colony. The monsters got pissed off, we fought, they died." Mellow gestures at himself and you. "Rather messily, too. And they brought out the big one and we fought that too."

"A big Mimic? How large was it?" Sachi blinks and you grimace; the poor just sprung a trap.

"Oh my~ Asking about sizes so soon, Sacchan?" Saki waggles her brows and her sister blushes. "Come now, inquiring about sizes? Regardles of the monster, I'm sure Kurt-kun is bigger than any of them. Just look at his--"

"Shut up, Saki-chan!" Sachi cries. JoJo chuckles.

"Do you need to go to the infirmary? Maybe find a specialist doctor outside the College?" Mister Edwards walks to you, looking over you and Mellow. "I can pay for any treatment if you require it."

"No need for any of that, sir." you smile and politely turn his offer down. "Mellow and I only received superficial damage during our ascent, descent, and subsequent monster encounter. We are not in any pain, and any significant damage can be repaired by Mellow's healing. You need not worry for us or your occupation; there will be no charges set against you."

"You boys are the kindest souls, truly." your teacher smiles, eyes watering in gratitude.

"Really, it is not an issue." you nod. "But more importantly--"

>Continue the spar
>Continue the class indoors
>Request info on that hurricane spell
>Request review of performance
>Request class be dismissed
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>>2681881
>Continue the spar
We never surrendered, and we're still conscious. So.

Still, sir, you may want to work on those reflexes of yours. They may have served you well in the past, but under current circumstances, they are largely a hindrance.

It's painfully obvious that while you certainly have vast experience defending yourself in combat, hardly any of it was working alongside other allies. Reflexive wide-area-of-effect spells with no discrimination of targets? Dead giveaway.
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>>2681881
>Continue the spar
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>>2681881
>Continue the spar
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>>2681881
>>2681886
Supporting

If he still refuses due to our injuries,
>Request review of performance

...also, >Request info on that hurricane spell

Puching tornados? Hell yeah.
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>>2681881
>Request info on that hurricane spell
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>>2681881
>Request info on that hurricane spell
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>>2681881
"--Could we continue where we left off?"

The statement draws stares of shock and disbelief from your friends. Mellow and JoJo are openly gaping at you, Philia is blinking furiously, Sachi is doing her best imitation of a fish, and Saki... well, a glance at her furiously rubbing thighs tells you enough of her current mood. Which you studiously ignore; now was the time for fighting, not wanton self-indulgence.

"A-Are you sure?" your teacher stutters. "I-I understand that you and your friends landed a hit on me before I blew you away. That would be more than enough to declare you as the winner, right?"

"Not quite." JoJo interrupts. "The agreed victory conditions were for us to land three hits on you and for you to incapacitate us. The fact that you blew Kurt and Mellow out of the arena do not count as there was not 'ring-out' rule."

"Right?" you nod at him. "And we are still combat capable."

"Kurt." Mellow's voice is blank and pleading at once. "Kurt, no."

"Kurt yes~" Saki whispers breathlessly.

"I-I understand you desire for battle may be heightened after seeing Mister Edwards' skill," Philia says. "But a-are you sure you can keep going? After that last attack, and from all the Mimic blood on you..."

"We are fine, Philia." you shoot her a smile. "Being out of breath is of little consequence for fighters such as myself and JoJo."

"What about me?!" Mellow shouts. "Don't I get a say in this?!"

"Considering it was your fault we were both blown out of the school grounds, no." you tell him. "Besides, you cannot tell me you are not the slightest bit curious as to what other tricks our instructor has up his sleeves?"

"No." Mellow growls. JoJo shrugs.

"Too bad." the Joestar shrugs, and his soul projection's shoulder shake in quiet laughter. "We're still doing it."

"...Are you certain, Mister Vander?" Mister Edwards asks. "That you, Mister Joestar, and Mister Proudmoore are still up for continuing our spar?"

"One hundred percent." you nod.

"Absolutely." JoJo nods.

"Fuck you two!" Mellow cries, clawing at his hair. "Fuck you two with spiked dildos and slimy tentacle cocks!"

"Mellow!" Sachi yelps, scandalized.

>internet is acting up, apologies for slowness
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>>2681920
Technically Mellow is fully within his rights to surrender, which would make the bout continue as a 2-on-1.
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>>2681920
"Mister Proudmoore does not sound like he is agreeing with the current arrangement..."

"I'd have to anyway," your friend grumbles. "Otherwise, these two dickwads'll hold it over my head for the rest of my life." he looks at Mister Edwards. "And for all my complaints, I won't actually shy away from something if it needs to be done. If these two numbskulls want to continue where we left off, then who am I to say no?"

"That is the spirit!" you grin and smack his shoulder. "No retreat, no surrender!"

"Could you stop ripping off quotes from good books?" Mellow hisses.

"As soon as you cease being an annoying prick, but I doubt it." JoJo shrugs and turns to your lecturer. "Similar rules as earlier?"

"I don't see why not." Mister Edwards nods. "You three have already landed one blow, now you only require two." he turns to the girls. "Clear the arena ladies. These three and I will be continuing where we left off earlier."

"Yessir!" Saki salutes, grabbing her sister dragging her away. "C'mon Sacchan, let's find good seats!"

"Kurt? JoJo? Mellow?" Philia walks up to you three. "I know you're all in to fighting getting beaten around by a stronger opponent," Mellow coughs and it sounds suspiciously like 'justhem'. "But please try not to get blown away again? I might not understand how a guy thinks, and I know all three of you are tough, but... I worry."

"We'll try not to make you worry more, Philia." JoJo nods.

"No promises, though." Mellow shrugs carelessly and gets smacked by「Star Platinum's」."Ow!"

"We will be careful this time around." you assure her and pet her head for good measure. "While we fight, could you look after my new pet Mimic for me?"

"Sure!" your roommate grins as you hand her the tiny monster. "Good luck you three!"

As Philia walks out of the arena, you, JoJo, and Mellow re-assume your previous positions facing Mister Edwards.

"You may begin when ready." you lecturer says.
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Rolled 18 (1d18)

The Boys vs Hadrian Edwards, continued! Roll me the best of three 2d10s please!

>also, heading off to make dinner brb
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Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d10)

>>2681947
isn't that his 3rd 18 in a row
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Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d10)

>>2681947
>18 again
What the fuck
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Rolled 8, 6 = 14 (2d10)

>>2681947
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Rolled 5, 10 = 15 (2d10)

>>2681943
That makes 3 18s in 5 rolls now. What heretical gods has Edwards made sacrifices to to get this kind of luck, and where can I get in on that shit?
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>>2681950
mr. edwards doesn't know how to control his strength
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>>2681955
At least we got the highest possible roll.
Wait a second.

>>2681947
Why are we only using Kurt's modifier? If it's 3 V 1 wouldn't th2w dice we use be different?
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>>2681975
You guys roll for how well Kurt does. I roll for Mellow and JoJo separately. Lemme tell you, their luck sucks as you guys'.

But if you want things to be fair, then I'll have you guys roll for Mellow and JoJo too after the next part goes up.
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>>2681979
Eh this fine IMO, it's a good thing we're not effortlessly beating everything.
...Edwards' luck is still mind-boggling.
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>>2681975
Unfortunately my roll was the 4th roll, and we're doing 2d10b1 BO3, so we actually rolled an 8.

>>2681979
On my part, I'm perfectly fine having NPC rolls be hidden. It places less responsibility that doesn't have to be there in the hands of the player, and gives the GM more leeway when fudging rolls t̶o̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶p̶e̶r̶a̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶m̶i̶t̶i̶g̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶y̶e̶r̶s̶'̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶t̶i̶n̶u̶a̶l̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶u̶p̶s for dramatic effect.
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>>2681788
Thatxs a very optimistic view on pessimism.
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>>2681943
You burst forward in blur, muscles glowing dim red and heart racing. Beside you,「Star Platinum」flies towards Mister Edwards with its battle cry, fists raised in preparation to engage. In the corner of your eye, you spot Mellow zip to the side as he flings a brace of knives at the teacher.

Your instructor sees all of this coming and smiles.

His blades moves, a blur of silver and faint blue, deflecting the knives and blocking blows from you and「Star Platinum」with almost disgusting ease. Mister Edwards' sword blurs faster than you can move, appearing in the path of your fist whilst simultaneously redirecting「Star Platinum's」own attacks away. He shifts his footing every now and then, but besides that he does very little to evade or dodge your attacks.

"Have at thee!" Mellow yells, jumping at Mister Edwards' exposed rear. For a moment, you think he has a chance at landing a blow.

But the older man ducks low and works his enormous longsword like a baker would wet dough to catch your and「Star Platinum's」blows at once. Then, with sublime grace, he twists his arms and angles the flat of his sword upwards.

The flawless redirection of force is enough to send your and JoJo's soul projection's fists into Mellow's stomach. The young swordsman's eyes widen as the air is knock out of his lungs and the force behind your blows hurtles him back.

Still crouching, Mister Edwards slips into your guard and bashes the pommel of his longsword into your chin with magic winds providing extra speed. Another burst of wind sends the longsword stabbing through「Star Platinum's」side, impaling the projection's semi-corporeal mass. Then he shifts forward, putting mass and technique into his footing to lift the impaled「Star Platinum」and throw it towards you.

The force behind the attack sends you skidding back to where JoJo stands, and you find him crouching on the ground, holding his side with a pained grimace.

"Want to try again?" your instructor smiles.
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Rolled 1 (1d18)

A'ight, hopefully Hadrian's luck finally stops being ridiculously good this time. Roll me another three 2d10s and pray to the dice you roll good!
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Rolled 9, 4 = 13 (2d10)

>>2681989
Get fuuuuuck!
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Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d10)

>>2681989
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Rolled 2, 9 = 11 (2d10)

>>2681989
>"Want to try again?" your instructor smiles.
Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.
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>"Have at thee!" Mellow yells, jumping at Mister Edwards' exposed rear. For a moment, you think he has a chance at landing a blow.
Not if he shouts
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Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d10)

>>2681989
How quickly the tide turns!
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>>2681989
>1
We either get fucked or we fuck him up
There's no in between with this guy, it seems
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>>2681997
Hey, at least he's doing better in sportsmanship.
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>>2681986
The moment you lecturer finishes saying that, half a dozen knives with wires tied to their pommels wrap themselves around his sword arm. You follow the wires to Mellow, who smirks and pulls

Mister Edwards' sword arm is tugged backwards and he is temporarily thrown off-balance.

The moment is brief and a pulse of magic has dozens of miniature pressurized wind blades scything through the wires that hold him back. Already he turns, blade glowing with magic and a thunderstorm raging along its length. With a single swing, he could unleash hurricane-force winds upon you and JoJo. But swinging that weapon takes time

Time you make use of to the fullest extent.

You gather mana in your fists and smash them into the arena floor. The earth responds and dozens of stone hands fly out of the dirt, grabbing your instructor and holding his arms in place.

JoJo surges to his feet and「Star Platinum」rushes forward. Within a blink of an eye, the projection clear the distance between it and Mister Edwards. With the stone hands holding him down, the older man is left wide open and vulnerable; the perfect target for「Star Platinum's」fists. The projection screams its battlecry and lets loose a barrage of rapid-fire fisticuffs.

To your amazement, Mister Edwards manages to dodge all but one of the punches thrown his way. The blow knocks his face to the side and loosens the stone hands keeping him in place, allowing him to reclaim his sword and retreat to a safer distance.

"They say pride comes before the fall!" Mellow yells, laughing. "And that's two of three! One more and we win!"

"Then let's finish this." JoJo grins fiercely. "Charge!"
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Rolled 3 (1d18)

Another round of 2d10s please!
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Rolled 7, 6 = 13 (2d10)

>>2682037
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Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d10)

>>2682037
At last, his luck has failed him!
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>>2682037
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Rolled 2, 8 = 10 (2d10)

>>2682037
Looks like we won, somehow.

Now if only we could do the same /when he's not holding back/.
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Choose your combo finisher!

>Windbreaker Smash
>Platinum Barrage
>Blade Blitz
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>>2682050
>Windbreaker Smash
only fitting, with the hurricane and all
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>>2682050
>>Windbreaker Smash
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>>Windbreaker Smash
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>>2682050
>Windbreaker Smash
Seems appropriate.
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>Windbreaker Smash
Yeah, fuck windbreakers! I've always wanted to smash one of those things in!

...wait-
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>>2682032
You see Mellow and「Star Platinum」rush in to engage Mister Edwards in melee, but you do not.

Instead, you remain beside JoJo and focus mana into your fists.

You remember the feel of the hurricane conjured by Mister Edwards, how the winds howled and raged around you. You recall how the entire cyclone reeked of raw mana, wild and untamed and free like the breeze that blows through the fields back home. You remember that and realize that not all power need be meticulous or neatly arranged to be effective.

Sometimes, one must feel, and not just think.

The mana around your fist begins to move, spinning and flowing like the very winds that catapulted you and Mellow skywards. It is nowhere near the same level of power displayed by your instructor and it was disgustingly draining on your mana reserves, but it didn't need to be powerful or efficient in order for you to put a decisive end to the spar.

JoJo sees this and turns back to where Mellow and「Star Platinum」were fighting.

"Hold him down!" the young Joestar barks, his projection moving to grab a hold of Mister Edwards' arm. "Mellow! Keep him from using his sword!"

"Easy for you to say!" Mellow barks back. "Where's Kurt?"

"Here I come!" you yell, charging forward. Mellow doesn't turn, but his bladework intensifies as Mister Edwards sees the power churning in your closed fist. "Mellow!"

"I'm working on it!" your friend weaves through and under wide swipes of the elvish longsword, trading steel in blisteringly fast exchanges. "Almost... there!"

Mister Edwards thrusts his sword forwards in a textbook one-handed stab. Mellow ducks under it, but leaves behind a mess of ropes and wires in the place where his torso would have been. A single tug of his arms turns the mess into an inescapable mass of constricting anchors that hold Mister Edwards' hands in place.

Seemingly unperturbed, Mister Edwards conjures a tornado in the tip of his sword and fires it at you.

You tense, gathering the same untamed power in your legs. You release that power in the same instant you lunge, propelling you faster than you normally would go. With this speed, you push through the conjured tornado with one arm reared back and face twisted into a victorious smile.

"Windbreaker...!" you cry. "SMASH!"
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>>2682116
Smashing.~
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>>2682116
You fist catches Mister Edwards in the jaw. The power contained within it explodes in sudden rush of wind that propels your fist fast than you normally could, thus placing more force in the resulting blow.

Your attack sends the older man flying backwards, out of「Star Platinum」and Mellow's grasp, to impact the wall behind him with enough force to crater it.

Skidding to a stop beside Mellow and JoJo's soul projection, you raise both arms skywards and let out a victorious cry. It sparks a veritable deluge of cheers and clapping from your classmates, with Mellow whooping in joy and「Star Platinum」copying your stance with a cry of 'ORAAAAA!!'. You sigh in relief as Mister Edwards pulls himself out of the crater with a bruise on his face that does little to diminish the pride in his eyes.

"Well done you three!" he praises. "Excellent teamwork and splendid display of magic skill. Mister Joestar, your control over your soul projection needs work but it is otherwise flawless. Mister Proudmoore, you need to start using more than just pure bladework even if it is the finest I've seen in a long while. And Mister Vander..." he grins at you. "Care to explain how you replicated a feat that took me months in minutes?"

>I copied how you manipulated mana (rolls change to 3d10)
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
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>>2682155
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
Gotta beat those higher rolls somehow.
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calling it for tonight
me sleepy
be back soon
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>>2682155
>>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
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>>2682155
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12
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>>2682155
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
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>>2682155
>>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
we need a higher number cap.
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>>2682155
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
Taking an additional die and adding more reliability to our rolls is now just statistically inferior to increasing our die size by 2, at least until the die sizes become far larger than we can reasonably expect to attain.
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>>2682155
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
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>>2682155
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
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You absolute fucking madmen. You literally pulled an All Might. I'm really goddamn proud.
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>>2681849
>Philia crouches before the curled form of Mister Edwards, idly poking him with a finger.
Heh
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>>2681920
>"Fuck you two!" Mellow cries, clawing at his hair. "Fuck you two with spiked dildos and slimy tentacle cocks!"
Best boi right here.
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>>2682155
>I applied constant movement to my mana control style (rolls change to 2d12)
Now when are we going to throw fist shaped rasengans, or this
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>>2682330
He's the perfect male Saki.
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>>2682361
Now to bag him the Knight boss chick.
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>>2682330
>To spite the other two, Mellow pens a shitty smut hatefic with this prompt
>Much to his horror, he is immediately flooded with demands from readers for more of the same
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>>2682391
Please, he's smart enough to know a pit trap when he sees it, he still has integrity. And if he really wanted to do that all he would need to do is follow Saki around and write down her plans for Kurt for half an hour.
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>>2682391
Y E S
Then he becomes infamous for writing gay smut much to his displeasure.
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>>2682372
Well someone needs to take that stick she has stuck on her ass.

>>2682391

He tries to stop the fics, mainly because it doesn't bother Kurt and Jojo. But Sachi are having none of it and becomes the main enforcer to keep the fanfic.
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>>2682394
>Please, he's smart enough to know a pit trap when he sees it, he still has integrity.
>smart
>integrity
Are we talking about the same guy here? The guy who feigned injury to get a sneak attack in on a teacher during a training match, and then shortly after proceeded to yell out a battle cry while launching another sneak attack on the same teacher?
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>>2682401
It was a valid tactic. And the second one was just bad rolling on our part, the moment right after that when he set up the trap was the big picture though.
>>2682400
>that stick she has stuck on her ass.
God damn can she not walk by bushes without catching everything now?
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>>2682405
>It was a valid tactic.
Not really. its was a training match, by a teacher that was giving a demonstration and didn't knew his students or what they are capable of. It was a dick move.
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>>2682411
A legal move can also be a dick move. As he said, anything goes.
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I have an idea for how Kurt can earn some money.

The first obvious one would be to check out the job board for adventures.

Second would be going to the knights and looking for bounties.

Third? Possibly doing milk runs for the head professors and researchers Ar the academy. Capturing / calling monsters, gathering and looking for alchemical reagents, etc.

Who was that on elf beast taming professor? Maybe we can capture monsters for her whenever she needs monsters for people to fight.

Is the academy going to feed our gryphon or will it have to come out of pocket? If we have to pay for the gryphon then we can and should find some local butcheries and get all their meat scraps and intestines.
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>>2682487
*capturing / killing
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>>2682487
I'm pretty sure that the Beast Taming professor said that anyone who managed to tame a beast would have to pay to feed the beast.
I'd confirm this but I can't find the first thread, anyone have a link?
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>>2682168
Hey FistQM? Can you include the archive links to the quest for future OP's?
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>>2682503
>>2682509
Aight I found it just after I'd posted, the Academy will only provide housing for the Gryphon, food and recreational activity is on Kurt.
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>>2682513
Alright. Is we have any cash I would recommend we have Kurt rent a train of carts, or ask some professor if we can borrow a bag of holding. We also need to figure out a method to preserve an excess amount of meat.

I am referring to buying (or taking them if free) the scraps butchers can't sell and the abundance of mimic bodies in the forest.
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>>2682503
>>2682487
The beast tammer professor also said that if we managed she would feed our monster for a certian amount of time. She gave a specific number but i can't remember for how long she promised to do it.
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>>2682548
i'm pretty sure that for the time being, we could feed the little mimic with just our food scraps. and for the gryphon... we could go hunting with it.
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>>2682564
As i said the elf Tammer is paying for the gryphon's food for a while.

And yes little shoggy can ha e our food scraps and anything else we get from the butcher shops.
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>>2682573
Shoggy is a good mimic
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>>2682576
https://youtu.be/PelGZ8XbaaI
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I'm back boys and grils. Next part up soon-ish.
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>>2682155
"I applied constant movement to my mana control style." you answer. "By keeping my mana continuously circulating within my body, I increase the amount of power any magic attacks I make possess. This translates to amplified attack power for comparatively little mana expended." you pause. "In theory. Putting that concept into practice is a little more difficult."

"You got most of the beginning down, though. And you've got the right mentality to improve it in the right direction, I won't have to worry about you messing up." Mister Edwards nods. "If it makes it any easier, the whole process is similar to pressurizing wind; one just needs to focus it the right way."

"Shouldn't you be, ya'know, teaching that?" Mellow asks. "It's spellwork, so it'd easily fall under your purview."

"I could, but then I wouldn't have much time to teach everyone else." the older man answers. "Your class has over thirty students Mister Proudmoore; dedicating time to one would leave less for everyone else. And as much potential as Mister Vander has, everyone deserves a chance to improve their skill in magic."

"Fair." Mellow nods. "JoJo?"

"I have a question sir," the young Joestar stands. "Would it be possible to grant similar wind-effects to my projection?"

"It'd take a lot of work, but the same principles of elemental enhancement that apply to people could very well apply to constructs. You just need to know where and how much to put without compromising the physical balance of your projection." Mister Edwards nods. "Or, if you think you can manage it, you can specialize in two different magic styles and play the support mage to your projection's warrior."

"We'd need a buff giver for the team..." Mellow muses.

"Wouldn't the girls fill that role with their magic styles?" you ask.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Haven't seen it in action yet, so I'd have no idea." Mellow shrugs. "Regardless, we're finished here so now it's the girls' turn to get their faces kicked in."

"...Has anyone ever told you how horrible you sound sometimes, Mellow?" JoJo inquires. Mellow shrugs.

"All the time." he shrugs. "It's fun to see how they react when I ignore them."
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>>2683388
>"All the time." he shrugs. "It's fun to see how they react when I ignore them."
yeah, he is fuckin' Sam jackson's son.
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>>2683388
There is a general air of anticipation as your group receives further praise from your instructor before you make your way out of the arena. As you reach the entrance to the stands, the girls round a corner and Sachi grins. She rushes up to you and gives you a high-five, which you easily accept.

"That was amazing, you guys!" Sachi beams. "Kurt, you've been holding out on us! You didn't say you could control wind!"

"I cannot. And that was not wind; merely mana set in constant movement." You shrug. "I have a long ways to go to specialize in manipulating wind, but I am slowly getting there."

"It was still a spectacular performance from you three." Philia smiles warmly. "You did well in controlling your projection JoJo. And Mellow, your bladework was impeccable. How long have you been training with your weapons?"

"Years." Mellow chuckled. "Many, many years."

"And for all my training,「Star Platinum」is still a little hard to properly guide." JoJo sighs ruefully. "Looks like I'll have to meditate more tonight."

"That would require you to be relaxed, right?" Saki sashay's close. "Would you like some help loosening up for that? I'd gladly help~"

"And the thirstiness is back. Damn girl, what's wrong with you?" Mellow chuckles. "I thought water mages couldn't get wet with all the water they throw around. You look and sound like you're dripping all over the place."

"I can't help it~" Saki sighs, walking over to Mellow and leaning her back on his chest. "When a helpless girl like myself is surrounded by so many dashing men, I can't help but get a little... Excited~"

"Aaaannndd that's our cue to GTFO." Mellow laughs a little uneasily and deftly maneuvers out of Saki's reach. "I'll go on ahead."

"Really Saki-chan?" Sachi sighs. "Really?'

"Mou~ I'm sorry if you're jealous, Sacchan." Saki smirks. "If you want to join in so badly, then I'm sure Mellow or Kurt-kun would be more than willing to--"

"And I think that's Mister Edwards calling us!" Sachi grabs her sister by the hand and pulls her out into the arena. "Let's go Philly!"

"Alright!" Philia turns to you and JoJo, beaming. "Wish us luck!"

"With that attitude, I don't think you need any." JoJo smiles back. "But just to be safe... Good luck."

"Do your best." you nod and Philia smiles wider as she skips out to face the instructor.

>Observe the fight
>Skip to after class
>Skip to dinner
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>>2683388
I dunno something tells me that the girls shouldn't be underestimated.
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>>2683478
>Observe the fight
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>>2683478
>Observe the fight
Fighting against Edwards was a learning experience, but watching the fight from an external point of view should also be equally educational.
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>>2683478
>>Observe the fight
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>>2683498
And hilarious.
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>>2683478
>Observe the fight.
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>>2683478
>>Observe the fight
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>>2683478
>Observe the fight
Fuck yeah, I got 5 on Saki trying to fight like she's in a strip club while looking at Kurt.
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>>2683893
doubt she's looking at just Kurt. Her thirst has no bounds and I think she already figured she can't really sway kurt
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>>2683478
>Observe the fight
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>>2683478
>Observe the fight
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>>2683436
You and JoJo watch Philia go, but you cannot stop your gaze from being drawn to her derriere as she skips away. Her short skirt flutters over stocking-clad legs, and you think you see a flash of black lace. It's hard to hell from the distance and the contrast between the bright arena interior and the dark passageway you are in makes it even harder to make sure it is what it is, but it ultimately does not mater as the moment passes and Philia rejoins the Hasegawa sisters in the center of the arena.

"...Something caught your eye?" JoJo jokes, nudging your shoulder.

"Not in the least." you shake your head, turning to the stairs. "Come on, Mellow must be getting lonely waiting for us."

You lamented internally as you ascend the stairs to the stands; why were all your feminine friends so utterly attractive? Why couldn't you have more masculine friends when you were growing up, like JoJo or Mellow? Which god decided to test your worth as a Fist Wizard by throwing so many beautiful women at you?

Truly, the path towards mastery of the magic fist arts was fraught with all sorts of challenges. And not just physical ones, either!

You emerge on the stands and the crowd's attention is immediately drawn to your form like moths to a flame. The males bow respectfully while the females flush and look away giggling. You accept reverent handshakes, brotherly fistbumps, and trade high-fives as you lead JoJo through the crowd in search of Mellow.

A glint of steel in the sunlight catches your eyes and you head towards it, finding Mellow perched on the divider that separated the front row seats from the arena proper. You settle beside him and JoJo does the same on Mellow's other side,「Star Platinum」manifesting like a ghost from a grave. Down in the arena, the girls assume their positions as Mister Edwards loosens his stance in preparation for the coming fight.

"So," Mellow speaks up. "Any bets on who'll land the finishing blow?"

>Philia
>Sachi
>Saki
>No bets

>internet went down, sorry for dieing
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>>2684471
>Saki

She was the one tha splashed us on the face. Don't remmeber if that was because she honestly caugth us unaware or we had decided not to dodge so that's why.
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>>2684471
>No bets
>Or at least no stakes.
>But if we're just idly speculating about it, Philia. She's our roommate; we ought to have some faith in her, even if this is a wholly blind guess.
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>>2684471
>Saki
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>>2684478
Supporting.
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>>2684471
>"No bets, we don't know enough about the girl's ablilites to make educated quesses."
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>>2684471
>No bets
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>>2684471
"I know little of the girls to confidently make a bet." you shake your head. "So no bets from me."

"Pussy." Mellow blows you a raspberry. "Live a little closer to the edge and take risks from time to time, man!"

"This is coming from the only member of our trio who was openly complaining about finishing the spar we started against Mister Edwards." JoJo points out. "Pot, meet kettle."

"Hey, I followed through with the fight anyway, didn't I?" Mellow shoots back. "I talked shit and complained sure, but I took it like a champ in the end. Goes to show how taking risks ever now and then could still pay off better once everything's said and done."

"I do take risks, just not in the same manner you do." You cross your arms and nod to yourself. "He who steps into an unfamiliar darkness is brave. He who knows what lurks in the darkness is brave and has a better chance of survival. Taking risks is good and all, but knowing what may influence those risks may show which risks are worth taking and which aren't."

"That's a long and needlessly complicated way to say you're a pussy, Kurt." Mellow so eloquently puts.

"I still remember my threat from this morning, Mellow." you remind him. "With the new trick I learned, I am mostly certain I can toss you into the river from here without you hitting any buildings."

"A-Alright, alright, shutting up now." Mellow laughs. "Look, they're starting."

"For the record, I'm placing my money on Philia." JoJo says. "Saki and Sachi may have elemental specializations, but pyromancy and hydromancy are not quite as effective in combat against an aeromancer.

"They have swords, though. So they at least have to know how to fight in melee." Mellow squints his eyes as the girls rush towards Mister Edwards. "What're the odds of them losing their clothes, you think?"

"Possible." You acknowledge. "And note that if they somehow do manage to lose their clothes, then I am morally obligated to blind you until they are decent enough to look at." you slant a look at Mellow, who is pouting at you. "I understand we are all hot-blooded males here, but someone has to uphold the laws of common decency."

"...You're not gay, are you Kurt?"

"I am not sure why my mood has anything to do with this conversation, but yes, I am happy right now."
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>>2684471
Philia best girl.
Fists better than girls.
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>>2684573
Sachi and Saki open up with wall of fire and a torrent of water respectively, forcing Mister Edwards to bring up a wall of wind strong enough to stop the two sisters' combined attack. The heat from Sachi's flames boils away Saki's water, creating a wall of steam that obscures the distance between the two spellcasters. Behind them, Philia grabs something around her neck.

The sisters exchange glances before splitting up, with Saki taking Mister Edwards' left flank while Sachi takes his right. Doing so splits apart the fire and water and forces the older man to split his attention between the two girls, subsequently splitting apart the protective wind barrier to keep the stream of elemental attacks from hitting him.

Philia moves, clenched hand reaching out. A faint gold light emanates from her closed fist, heralding the sudden appearance of a wicked looking polearm made of blackened steel and tipped with a glowing yellow gemstone.

Arcs of electricity shoot up and down your roommates body and she dashes forwards in a sudden burst of speed, lunging head first into the obscuring cloud of steam.

"Oho?" JoJo quirks a brow. "A frontal sneak attack? Quite the daring opening maneuver."

"If it were an amateur, then she might've got it." Mellow contributes. "But after seeing how tough Mister Edwards is, I doubt she'll pull it off."

From the steam cloud, several lightning bolts arc outwards and strike Mister Edwards' sword with a deafening crack. The resulting shock has the older man stumbling back a few steps, and his control over his conjured winds slips just long enough for a puff of flame and a large glob of water to slip through.

Before either element could disperse, Philia reemerges from the steam cloud and points her polearm at Mister Edwards.
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>"...You're not gay, are you Kurt?"

>"I am not sure why my mood has anything to do with this conversation, but yes, I am happy right now."

Kurt is to pure for this world.
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Two circles of light appear under the masses of elemental energy and they reform; the puff of flame and glob of water turning into shapeless masses of pure mana. The energy flows into the circle, and it all flows back to the gemstone tip Philia's polearm. The weapon's axe head rotates upwards in a ninety-degree angle, and a scythe of pure mana erupts from the resulting space.

"Whoa," Mellow, and no doubt the rest of your classmates, gasp. "Is that what I think it is?"

"A mana-weapon..." JoJo muses. "I thought the construction of such things were only reserved for particularly rich noble families."

"But Philia is not nobleborn." you narrow your gaze in thought, then exchange glances with Mellow. "...Is she?"

"Conspiracy theories later. Fight now." he brushes you off. "Look."

Your roommate rushes forward, mana scythe held ready as Mister Edwards abandons his control over the wind barriers to engage in melee. With the barriers down, Saki and Sachi cease their ranged spellcasting and rush in after Philia to support her in melee. The older man and Philia trade blows for a brief monet before he falls under simultaneous assault by three young women.

What follows is an incredible display of coordinated swordsmanship by Saki and Sachi, who alternate between graceful slashes and lightning fast thrusts of their intricately made swords to fast-paced footwork and viper-like kicks of toned, shapely legs. The sisters are beauty in motion, covering each other's weaknesses and strengthening each others attacks with movements that are more of a dance than actual combat maneuvers.

Philia is a storm of rapid slashes and thrusts and parries, her polearm alternating between glaive and scythe for better damage output and speed. Electricity arcs off her form and in the gaps of her hair, and she surges in the gaps between the Hasegawa sisters to strike at weak spots and openings.

"Body enhancements up the wazoo, elemental energy buffing up their weapons, coupled with years of training..." Mellow notes. "They're kinda terrifying."
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>>2684623
The exchange pauses when Philia is knocked aside and the Hasegawa sisters are separated by a sudden gust of hurricane-force wind. The three girls recover and girl Mister Edwards, weapons drawn and eyes sharp like a pack of predatory animals cornering a large prey item. Mister Edwards does not seem perturbed at all, reacting to the girls' behavior by shifting his feet and adjusting his grip on his sword.

The entire arena falls silent, waiting for the follow-up acts with bated breath.

Philia stops and her weapon sprouts a mana blade. She swings, and the blade is sent spinning towards Mister Edwards, ducks under it with surprising deftness.

While he's still down, Sachi buries her sword into the arena floor and forcefully wrenches it forward. The motion send a wave of fire surging outwards, prompting Mister Edwards to jump up to avoid it. The act leaves him exposed in the air, and Saki capitalizes on the moment of weakness by send a blade of pressurized water at the older man.

Mister Edwards spins upwards and his sword cleaves through the water blade with enough force to disperse most of it.

Only then do you notice that Philia's scythe blade has curved through the air, and hits the older man dead on his mid-section with a bright explosion of force. The hit catapults him into the ground, where he carves a trench with his body measuring more than a few dozen feet long.

"Such control..." JoJo appraises. "She must have spent at least a few years perfecting that technique. Philia must be some sort of prodigy to have managed that.

"Having a mana-weapon probably helped." Mellow nods. "But yeah, doing something like that isn't exactly easy. I wonder who her teacher was."

"Regardless, the girls have landed one hit." you rumble. "Now they must land two more to emerge victorious."

As the girls settle into another formation, Mister Edwards surges forward from the smoke and twirls his sword. With every graceful revolution, his sword glows brighter and crackles with furious energy. On his fourth revolution, he stops and swings his blade at the girls.

In its wake, a tornado forms.
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Calling here for tonight. Sleepy time.
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>>2684652
Thanks for running!
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>>2684652
>The older man and Philia trade blows for a brief monet before he falls under simultaneous assault by three young women.

>he falls under simultaneous assault by three young women.

L-lewd...
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I wonder if we will run into Gene from god hand at some point.

I'm counting on him or Ken being two of the bigger badass fist wizards we come across.
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i wonder who is our master in fist wizardy. I suspect to be this guy.
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>>2684878
I can believe this.
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I'd be down for that. But from how he acts in Kurts head I cant help but imagine this guy
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nah, it's gonna be this guy.
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I always thought our master was the mustachioed shirtless strongman from the "I cast Fist" pic
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>>2685163
`little known fact about our master: since he has unlocked all the Muscle mystery secrets, he gained the ability to change his body at will. That makes all of our answers correct.
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>>2685209
Lesser known fact: the master was originally a fist
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>>2684878
Nah, is this guy
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I'm back. Next part up soonish.

And you guys ask wondering, your master is pic related.
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>>2685241
noice
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>>2685232
God decide to split his fist into six pieces, and sent them about on our world, for fear of what it may do if he lost control, and that was the story of how Lord Jesus was born after being put back together. We are his first student after saving reality.
>>2685241
........or we study under motherfucking Kenshiro, that's a good second. Arguably first if I'm honest.
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>>2685241
Okay that is scary and explain why Kurt is so strong. Wonder if anyone has ever heard of him.
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>>2685258
Oh, people have heard of him. Just not by the same name. His background will be a major plot point in the future assuming I ever get there
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>>2685241
Fascinating.
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>>2685258
Now I just hope faggots stop trying to talk about nerfing Kurt now. Disappointing the master is out of the question.
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>>2685268
Look at his fucking face lmao
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>>2685308
This is my new laughing elf. I can't stop looking haha.
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>>2684651
The cyclone advances on the three girls menacingly, kicking up debris and dust in great amounts. Even you doubt you could hold your ground in the face of such concentrated magic, Fist Wizardry or no. The girls would be flung away it they were caught in it, and you don't think any of them are durable enough to survive being catapulted into a forest.

Saki and Sachi dash away, intent on circling around the twister to engage Mister Edwards' flanks in a most reasonable manner.

Philia dashes forward.

"Wait, what's she doing?!" Mellow shouts over the sound of the raging tornado.

"Philia! Stop!" JoJo yells, but it fails to persuade your roommate from plunging straight into the concentrated mass of raging winds. "No! Mister Edwards, dispel the tornado! Philia's--!"

"No." you tell them. "Let it play out."

"Kurt, I know you're a tough Kinetomancer, but Philia doesn't share your durability!" Mellow helpfully reminds you. "She'll die if the same thing that happened to us happens to her!"

"And she is no fool, Mellow." you inform him. "There is a reason why she threw herself into the tornado." you slant a knowing gaze at your two friends. "If you may recall, her specialty is mana conversion, yes? Now remind yourselves again what that tornado is conjured with."

From the depths of the cyclone, a dim gold light seeps through its raging winds.
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The tornado fades as the glow grows brighter and brighter, until eventually the winds fade to reveal your roommate. Her form is wreathed in thunder, her clothes are torn in a most tasteful manner, and her mana weapon has changed into an enormous glowing broadsword that seems to hum with barely constrained power. Even from where you stand, you could feel the power locked in Philia's weapon, and your heart thrums with excitement.

She would make for a fine adversary to face.

The sight of her captivates everyone in attendance. Even Mister Edwards blinks a few times at what he sees, thus providing an opportunity for Saki and Sachi to strike.

The sisters' blades move in tandem, with one forcing Mister Edwards to block and the other taking advantage of that. But the older man is no slouch and sees through the combination attack easily, blocking every attack and parrying the follow-up strike in efficient motions that betray the extent of his experience wielding the blade.

In one sweeping blow, he knocks aside both sisters just as Philia enters melee range.

The following exchange is fast and brutal, with wind-imbued elvish steel trading sparks with a blade made from pure mana. The two bladesmiths become a blur of motion, the sound of their strikes and parries and blocks and counters meshing into a single continuous noise; a symphony of swordplay that makes even Mellow whistle.

"Such speed and endurance must be the work of years' worth of conditioning. And the timing required to convert the mana within the tornado into usable energy is ridiculous." JoJo looks at Mellow. "And did she say the timing needed to convert sword strikes was insane?"

"Moreso than the stunt she pulled off in the tornado." Mellow grumbles. "You've got a lot of faith in Philly, Kurt."

"And both of you are quick to assume that a person of the fairer sex is inherently weaker." you nod. "Believe me when I state that woman are just as capable as men in the art of war. Perhaps even moreso under certain circumstance. I learned that the hard way on one particular monster hunt."

A motion in the corner of your eye catches your attention and you see the Hasegawa sister standing side by side, blades crossed and eyes closed. Steam rising from where their swords are in contact with each other, and mana swirls around their forms.
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>>2685406
Best waifu revealed right there fellas.
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>>2685406
I, for one, am thankful that Philia didn't redirect the elevated levels of undirected, ambient mana contained within the tornado spell into a single, high-power beam attack.

Because Fate emulating a Starlight Breaker would probably be too much to take. My penis can only get so erect.
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>>2685408
i want to say no and that you are a faggot, but, damn, phillia does qualify as a good waifu.
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The sisters pull away their blades and hold their hands. The mana around them becomes a swirling cloud steam that envelopes them both.

"Hasegawa Art!" the sister yell through the cloud. "Twin Dragon Dance!"

From the cloud of steam, two Oriental dragons erupt skywards. One is made of pure fire, red and gleaming like freshly cut rubies. The other is made of pure water, blue and flowing like a river given life. Both elemental forces circle each other in their ascent, forming an impressive double helical formation and trailing faint wisps of steam where they brush agianst one another.

The dragons reach the apex of their ascent and arc down. They gain speed as they near Philia and Mister Edwards' clashing blades, and for a moment you feared that they were about to endanger Philia.

But your roommate sees the approaching dragons, parries a vertical slash from Mister Edwards, and surges away in a blur of lightning. The older man barely has a moment to react before the dragons slam into him with explosive force, sending a great cloud of steam erupting outwards and obscuring most of the arena.

Then, to your utter amazement, the cloud is cut in half.

You catch a glimpse of the three girls as they close in on a singed Mister Edwards, blades reared and ready to swing. Mister Edwards himself is looking up at the three young women with looks of pride and satisfaction.

Then the moment ends as four swords swing, and blood is spilled.
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>>2685432
Puh-lease. I'm saving that for Nanoha.

Getting lunch, brb
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>>2685439
It's okay anon. Sometimes a waifu is just so badass it doesn't matter if she's the first girl shown. I mean, hell, she's got Kurt's fight boner on high alert.
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>>2685451
Meant to type first, second or third, etc. You get what I mean though.
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OH FUCK WHO IS BLEEDING!
>>2685450
GET BACK HERE AND TELL ME WHO IS BLEEDING!
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>>2685455
Ooh, what if it's not anyone fighting currently but rebels, or assassins suddenly attacking? That'd be neat.
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>>2685465
......I doubt that would happen, I would expect some people in the stands to get splash damage.
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>>2685473
Unless they all want one individual, if we suddenly have mimics being crazy coordinated, it's not hard to imagine normal baddies to be just as if not more so.
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>>2685477
..........the fuck are you talking about
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>>2685455
Kurt's dick if this figth keeps getting more and more exciting.
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>>2685485
You do understand that Saki would immediately stop everything she doing to nurse and "nurse" on his dick at that exact moment, right?
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>>2685446
Good to see Edwards keeping himself in better check this time, and not launching the girls into the stratosphere out of nerves.

Is it me, or are they having an easier time of this that we did? Granted, they actually got to see his combat style ahead of time, while we went in blind.
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>>2685492
Exactly that, our teams fighting style is more on the fly, since we're warriors first mage second mostly. It's always beneficial to see a bit of what your opponent can do, especially when they're suddenly driven into a corner. Doubly so if your style is more mage than warrior. Gives you time to plan.
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>>2685490
>"Saki."

>"Saki-chan, stop."

>"I am reasonably certain that is not how you treat a hemorrhaging penis."

>"Of course it is~ I just need to /prepare/ it for /treatment/ first~"

>"Saki, you realize if you keep doing that, you'll probably damage it beyond repair and never get another chance with it."

>"...ffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-"
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>>2685446
Philia stumbles back, a hand clutching the cut on her side where Mister Edwards' sword glanced through her guard. She grimaces as blood seeps through her fingers, joining the rest that is already dripping to the ground around Mister Edwards' feet. Mister Edwards himself smiles at them, despite the pair of Orient swords stabbed through his arms.

"You girls have been taking notes from the boys' fight, haven't you?" he nods approvingly. "That's three strikes on me, so you girls are victorious."

The class breaks out in applause and cheering, some of the your classmates going so far as to give the girls a standing ovation. The more studious of them are busily filling their notebooks with various notes on the abilities displayed, Mellow being among them.

"Not a lot I can do with their magic styles, but their techniques are worth replicating." Mellow says at your and JoJo's inquisitive stares.

"I'm worried for Philia, in truth." JoJo states, even as your roommate is supported out of the arena after listening to their performance reviews by Mister Edwards. "I don't recall any of us getting anything more than glancing blows from Mister Edwards' sword. Not even cuts."

"Yeah, we just got beaned hard on the head." Mellow grimaces. "And blown out of the arena into a Mimic infested part of the woods."

"Was「Star Platinum」not shredded in one of the engagements?" you raise a brow.

"I suffer feedback pain, not injuries. So that doesn't count." JoJo shakes his head. "Maybe we are just that durable that Mister Edwards can't cut into us when he's holding back."

"Eh, I don't think that's much of a bad thing." Mellow pockets his note book. "Being tough is really helpful in some cases. Anyways, lets go welcome the girls. They look like they need a familiar face or two to get out of their battle haze."

"True enough." you nod and head to the interior arena entrance. "Come then."

You and your fellow males are there to greet the girls when they arrive, and Mellow immediately rushes over to Philia to work his healing magic on her wound.

"I never thought I'd get a workout like that outside of bed." Saki sighs, her face flushed and happy. "I wonder if Mister Edwards is up for another go in the future~"

"Saki-chan, why do you have to make everything you say sound so inappropriate?" Sachi sighs. "I get that you respect Mister Edwards' fighting skill a lot, but really nee-chan. He's old enough to be our dad!"

"I's always the ones with more experience that make the best partners~" Saki purrs

>"Regardless, you fought well Saki."
>"But Sachi has a point; he is far too old."
>"Do you need to see the healer, Philia?"
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>>2685611
>"Regardless, you fought well Saki."
Gotta give credit where it due
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>>2685611
>>"Regardless, you fought well Saki."
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>>2685611
>"Do you need to see the healer, Philia?"
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>>2685611
>>"Regardless, you fought well Saki."
>>"But Sachi has a point; he is far too old."
>>"Do you need to see the healer, Philia?"
Philia first, then lecture Saki, followed by praising her. Maximum good guy, bully, then mess with the one we bully. For fun.
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>>2685611
>"Do you need to see the healer, Philia?"
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>>2685611
>"Regardless, you fought well Saki."
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>>2685611
>The pair of Orient swords stabbed through his arms.
Should we...get him to a doctor?
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>>2685682
Nah, he's good; the wonders of knowing healing magic.

So it's a tie between Philia and Saki. Fuck it, doing both. Writan.
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>>2685611
"Regardless," you smile at them all. "You three fought well. Sachi, Saki; your paired bladework was incredible and your coordination was spot on. I have never seen such complex spellcraft used in a battle. Saki, innuendo aside, you and your sister were valiant fighters out there."

"Oh?" Saki grins and saunters over to you. "Does that mean I get a reward~?"

She puts a hand on your chest and slowly drags it down to your middle. Her fingers linger on you abs, slender digits caressing each individual bump with feather-light touches and brushes teasingly close to the top of your pants. You keep your eye glued on the Oriental woman's face as her grin grows, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Beside you, JoJo swallows audibly and takes a step back.

You are a Fist Wizard first and man second. You have hunted monsters and killed beasts with your bare hands. You have endured through worse tortures and you will endure through this just as you did them.

"Hmm~" Saki purrs. "All of this muscle... I'm sure not all of came from just hunting monsters~"

"What of it then?" you take a deep breath and Saki's eyes widen at how your muscles ripple under her hand.

"Oh. Oh my~" Saki grins at you. "Kurt can fight back~"

"Then he can help carry Philia to the infirmary." Mellow speaks up. "She's hurt worse than I thought."

"I-It's fine, really..." your roommate tries to wave off Mellow's words, but you all know better than to ignore a healer. "My injury i-isn't that bad..."

"It's a clean cut, but it goes straight to the bone." Mellow says. "I've stopped the bleeding and partially closed the cut, but I don't want to risk healing an injury on someone who's body I'm not familiar with"

"There are so many ways I can twist that statement, but I'll refrain since it's about Philly." Saki nods.

"I will bring her to the infirmary." you volunteer.

"N-No, wait, it's f-fine!" the one-eyed blonde stammers. "It's not that bad a-and e still have classes."

I'm sure Mister Edwards can excuse you for going to the infirmary." JoJo shakes his head. "Besides, you deserve some rest after that performance against him. Elemental empowerment is not without its drawbacks."

"Then it is settled." you nod. "Let's go Philia."

She hesitates, looking at the others for help.

"I will carry you if you are having difficulty walking." you offer, opening your arms.

"N-No!" your roommate stands. "I-I can walk myself there."

"Just go with her just in case Kurt." Mellow orders. "Get her there safe and sound."
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>>2685850
Absolute best girl.
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>>2685850
"N-no, no, i-it's fine! Really!" Philia stands and triumphantly raises her arms. "See? I'm perfectly--"

The injury on her side reopens and blood spills out. Sachi screams a little in surprise, Saki pales at the amount of blood that comes out, JoJo stares in morbid curiosity, and Mellow lunges for the wound with a profanity-laden mouth. You rush in beside him, gently pulling Philia to the ground as Mellow works his healing magic on the wound.

"Why did you do that, you fucking idiot?!" Mellow roars. "Gods, now you're going to the infirmary, no questions asked. Don't you fucking move anything while I'm working, do you hear me?!"

"Philly, why?!" Sachi screeches. "Gods, why did you do that, there's so much blood now!"

"Can it woman! I'm working here!" Mellow grits out. "Gods damn-- Kurt, press down on the area between the cut and her armpit. We need to lessen how much blood is coming out so I can actually see what I'm working with."

"Nngh," Philia wriggles. "Please..."

"Damn it woman, hold still!" Mellow roars. "Just a few seconds. If you can stop moving for a few seconds Philia, that'll be great!"

"I don't understand why you're being so stubborn about this." JoJo says, his projection hovering anxiously over his shoulder. "A trip to the infirmary wouldn't cause much trouble for us. It'd be more troublesome if something happened to you if that injury remained untreated."

"I-I just..." Philia bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, just..." Mellow sighs. "Okay, the bleeding's stopped and the wound's partly closed. But moving around is out of the question. Kurt, carry her to the infirmary."

"C-Carry--?!" Philia chokes.

"This is what happens when you ignore the medic's advice and did shit you shouldn't have." Mellow chastises. "Now be quiet and let the big guy carry you to the infirmary."

"I'll go with him." Saki chimes in, concerned. "I'll keep an eye on her in case she does something."

"Not you too!" Philia cries.
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>>2685977
needles. she's afraid of needles.
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"I can't believe this." Philia murmurs, voice muffled as she has her face pressed up against your back. "I was fine! I didn't have to go the infirmary!"

"Philly, dear," Saki pats the blonde's back. "There's a point in time when you have to accept that it's no use resisting. You passed that point when you got that cut, and now here you are in an arguably worse situation. I suggest you stop before it gets worse."

"...fine." Philia shifts so that her chin rests on your shoulder. "I-I'm sorry for troubling you, Kurt."

"It's no trouble at all." you chuckle. "But might I ask why you have this strong aversion for the infirmary?"

"It... I just..." she sighs. "Promise not to laugh?"

"I will try not to." you assure.

"...Saki?"

"Mou, I was hoping you wouldn't notice me." you hear the Oriental woman cross her arms. "Fine, I promise. So?"

"...I'm scared of needles." you feel the woman on your back shudder. "There's something about how those things can stab into people so easily that makes me want to cry whenever I see it." her voices turns quieter. "And... they bring back bad memories from when I was younger."

"How bad?" Saki inquires.

Philia tightens her hold around your neck.

"...Too bad." Philia shakes her head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"...Can I hug her?" Saki moves in and wraps her arms around the girl hanging off your back. "Nevermind, I'm hugging her."

"Please stop." Philia complains.

"No, You need all the hugs. All of them."

You notice that Philia is getting heavier, then stop walking when you realize what's happening.

"Saki, are you hanging off of Philia right now?" you ask.

"Maybe."

"Saki, let go."

"No. Philly's warm~" she has the gall to ligtly kick your calf. "Move, manservant!"

"Oh for gods' sake." you grumble, complying with the order.
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>>2686070
Silly girl and sad girl, both get hugs. Now.
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And that's a wrap for this session of FWQ!

Despite the numerous setbacks and internet troubles and somesuch, it still managed to end! Thanks to everybody who joined, hope you all had fun, and really hoping to see you guys back here on July 6th for the net session!

Till then boys and girls!


If anyone's got questions, now's the time to ask!
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Can we use the griff to fly fast to a better exersise place for our morning excersise? The park is so full of distractions.
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>>2686167
Sure. You'll get access to it in the next session.
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>>2686073
Oh snap! July the sixth is my birthday. Woohoo!
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>>2686167
Whaaat? Nah, we’ve got delinquents to reform by the river!




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