[b][u][center]Hajime[/center][/u][/b]

[b]"...999.....1000!"[/b] Hajime descended from his hanging position, landing on the floor with some grace. [b]"That's a new record. Damn, I'm so awesome."[/b] Hajime grabbed his water bottle, an enormous thing for anyone else, and drank greedily. Even the greatest of martial artists needed to drink plenty. Hajime could down copious amounts of the liquid, too. Just another sign of his superiority. Even in the most mundane of fields, Hajime could eclipse the normals and the casuals. When his thoughts dwelt on the subject of drinking, he realised it was almost time for breakfast.

And then he heard Shuu's yelling and banging from outside. Hajime always thought of him as being just a little crazy. He emerged from his room in an orderly, unfazed fashion. [b]"Cool your tits, Shuu. Not everyone's in a state to rise up so early in the morning. Gotta give some slack to the layabouts, ya know?"[/b] Hajime's statement was of course far from concerned with the wellbeing of the 'layabouts', as he had so termed them. But it was true; only he had the fortitude to be perfectly awake and ready to receive Shuu's nonsense at this time.