"Oiiiiii! Would you pleeeeeease shut the fuck uuuuup?~"

The stand was obliterated by a flying cloud of dust, cut into pieces by an invisible hand and then smashed into splinters and fragments. There were lines dug into the ground where the attack had struck the stand, like giant fingernails had raked the earth. An air pressure attack. The calling card of master martial artists.

As the dust cleared, the student responsible made themselves known. Silver hair. Tarnished stockings. An ankle-length dress with a slit running down the side. They carried a katana disguised as a bokken, and wore a Two-Star uniform. There was no mistaking it. This was the student known the entire school over as Silver Devil, the Shark of Hokkaido. 

[center][b]FIGHT CLUB PRESIDENT[/b][/center]
[center][b]MIZUSHIMA SHUN[/b][/center]

"Oiiiii, No-Star. The [i]hell[/i] do you think this is? I was trying to take a nap." Mizushima yawned. "More power to ya if you think you should fight the system and all that, but if you're gonna do your dinky little protest around here, at least do it somewhere we won't hear it, yeahhhhhhh?~ Your racket's really pissing me off."