"But what about fights?! I can just punch people and you're cool with that?! Can I punch people here?!" Zeke continued to ask of Asa, who had completely failed to address that a "faculty member" (herself) had more or less just told "students" they could fight under their direct supervision, to no avail. Her explanation for the game rules also felt nonsensical to him, but only because years of training grappling had taught him that falling to the floor and being grabbed are more of a temporary setback if you know what you're doing. So he kept asking: "But what if I can break out of being grabbed? And there's a ton of ways to force a standup too..."

Of course, Zeke's more or less reasonable questions fell to deaf ears as Miss Pukeshoes set up the teams and everyone started to plan their way around the game. He could see some kid twirling a sword on the other end. Seriously what the fuck was it with this place and swords. "Screw it, I'm fucking dead, can't get any worse, what the fuck does she mean powers I just punch people..." he grumbled under his breath as he went off to join his team and start preparing. He was about to pipe up when some chinese broad stepped to him and what did you know, she was dressed exactly like in a comic book: not very much at all.

Before he could comment on that, however, she just patted him in the back and said some completely meaningless stuff about things being okay and then walked away and Zeke was once more left dumbfounded and watching her go. And not exactly for the same reasons as Ryousei. "I, wuh, but...how the fuck does that help me! No this shit ain't okay there's too much sword around! What the fuck kind of school is this! I was better off in juvie...", he trailed off, realizing the futility of it all. Maybe this wasn't some cool ass animu afterlife and he was being harassed by demons or something. Fuck it, he was gonna take it out on somebody if he could.

Grunting and leaving no one a chance to say otherwise, he went and parked his ass right beside his team's flag. "[b]THIS HERE FLAG'S MINE AND IF ANYONE TRIES TO GIVE ME SHIT ABOUT IT I'MMA PUNCH THE LITERAL SHIT OUTTA YA[/b]", he announced loud as he could and with as mean a scowl as he could muster. It was pretty loud and a pretty mean look. Today sucked. He was gonna do as little as possible and if anyone tried to get funny with him they were gonna get hurt. In a hurry.

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