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[h2][center]One Week Prior to the Fight[/center][/h2]

The time at the restaurant wasn't long however the bill was quite high, mostly thanks to Chokashi for his order. It wasn't a surprise to the staff at the amount the boy could eat. But as they ate he conversed with Daisuke about the upcoming barbecue and fight while at the same time sending out a mass text to everyone about the time and day of the event. 

[quote=Cho-san]>To all my friends and colleagues, the Akimichi Barbecue is still a go and will start at 12:00pm when the door opens. We are expecting a big turnout this month as well as a few acts and a main stage performance by one of out very own. I look forward to seeing you all there.[/quote]


[color=f26522]"Yeah so...I know that you'll be in the house, most likely second floor. I don't know where as far as room goes but that's where some of our guests go. Also you'll be expected to help build the stages and set up the tables and all for the barbecue. You may have to help get the grills going but besides that leave the rest to the Akimichi." [/color] He said, putting down already two thirds of what he ordered with vigor. [color=f26522]"I hope your ready for that fight Dai-san, cause-"[/color] He paused for a moment as he finished the last of his meal. [color=f26522]cause I won't hold back on ya, no way. But I'll make sure it's entertaining for the both of us. Just be sure to bring your 'A' game."[/color] After they had finished their meal he had went around the village, asking small shop owners like local butchers for meats, bakers for specialty pastries and bars for drinks. He'd hand them a paper about the event and a number to contact for answers, most of them going either to his father or mother. With Daisuke in tow, he brought him back to the compound and introduced him to his father and mother, who happened to be in a panic because she had lost the list of ingredients and recipes that she had made or gathered in the week for the event. That alone was rather, amusing. But he had led Daisuke to the bed room on the opposite side of the courtyard but directly across from Cho. His family was quite hospitable to Daisuke and showed him around. They had also warned him of the service that he would provide for staying, mostly to help setup for the barbecue. 

[center][h2]Morning of the Barbecue[/h2][/center]

He had awoken to the sound of yelling, clanking of metal and other chaotic noises that related back to the final preparations for the barbecue. Apparently, his [url=http://www.anime-planet.com/images/characters/aratas_mother_49719.jpg]mother[/url], had had gone on a rampage about a large roast being dropped by one of the other Akimichi clan members[color=f6989d]"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR SORRY!? THAT ROAST TOOK 18 HOURS TO COOK! AND IT WAS NO-"[/color]. [color=00a651]"Um.. Hun you need to calm down we  an-"[/color] Cho had just rolled his eyes as he continued to get on his training gear, only flinch when he heard his mother scream at the top of her lungs quickly followed by his father attempting, horribly at that, to bring his wife down from her anger. After he was ready he made his way downstairs and past the kitchen, to which he avoided a flying pan, and out of the compound to the training ground where he would spar with Daisuke for Aoi's enjoyment. Aoi's enjoyment, he couldn't get over the fact that she was having this sadistic streak going and it kinda spooked him a bit. But he placed that aside as he made his way to the muddy training grounds. He stood there in the rain, his hands behind his head with a big smile on his face. He was ready for this fight. He adorned the normal Akimichi battle armor as well as a navy blue trench with the collar that reached his neck. Over that he wore his chuunin jacket and strapped to that was his bo staff, Heaven's Branch. He kept on his person his favorite gloves that hopefully he wouldn't have to use. He heard Aoi call out to them and his smile turned into confusion when he saw her dressed up for the barbecue....that wasn't for a few hours. [color=f26522]"Oi! Aoi-sensei! The barbecue don't start for like another three hours or so. Why are you dressed up in that? Aren't you the least bit concerned about it getting dirty?"[/color] After her answer, which he could only assume was that she didn't care he would shrug and turn his attention to Chen. [i][color=f26522]'So he's the one that chipped in for a large portion of this, huh? Guess he'll be sitting at the main table with us.'[/color][/i] 

He then took notice to his friend who he gave a competitive look, a smirk on his face. He called out to Daisuke. [color=f26522]" Are you ready for this Dai-san? Because like I told you a week ago, I won't hold back!"[/color] He yelled out to him over the rain. His smirk dropped into a serious look and his stance became low. His right foot shuffled back and his left forward slightly. His right hand, closed into a fist and close to his side. Far enough to attack but close enough to grab hold of his bo staff should he need it. His left hand was an open palm, facing Daisuke. His stance looked ridged yet was loose enough should he need to dodge or counter. [color=f26522]"Ready when you are Dai-san"[/color]