The doors to the school’s cafeteria building opened with a little more force than necessary as Ichiro Fujita stepped outside, stopping in front of the doorway as the doors swung shut behind him. Standing at the edge of the outside area of campus he swept his gaze across it, taking in the sight of students eating lunch or talking to friends, of fights in progress, just starting or in one case just ending as if there was something interesting to see. He looked like a pioneer seeing a new and unexplored land for the first time, or an explorer who had finally found the lost city they had been looking for; this was the land of opportunity and no one would tell him otherwise. [color=6ecff6]“Right! Let’s get started!”[/color]

Ichiro was fairly new to the whole battle thing but like anything else he threw himself into it with gusto. He’d had a few false starts, challenging people much stronger than himself before he realised his level and set his sights on more realistic targets, but he’d managed to get into the swing of things a bit now and was starting to climb the ranks at a steady pace. It was harder than baseball was, more painful too, but if anything Ichiro was perseverant and he wasn’t just doing this for himself; his efforts would make the baseball team stronger, his points would let them buy new equipment and maybe if he earned enough of a reputation they would stop getting beat up by other clubs all the time.

So today he would do what he always did and make a nuisance out of himself by challenging as many people as he could with the time he had available. His own lunch had been finished in a hurry to give himself more time for this and he was as pumped as always to get started.

Looking across the campus for someone to give him a good fight Ichiro spotted one of the transfer students; not the girl with the sword who had challenged the president thankfully, she kind of scared Ichiro if he was honest, but the quiet foreigner who always seemed to be by himself. Ichiro’s smile turned into a near grimace as he set his features in determination without dropping the grin. He began to run in the direction of the Thai transfer, weaving through students and tables to intercept the taller student’s path and stopped in front of him. [color=6ecff6]“Hey! Big guy!”[/color]

Blocking Kasemchai’s way Ichiro placed his left hand on his hip as his right tightly gripped the handle of his bat, the gleaming red AED resting on his shoulder. He had to tilt his head back to look the much taller boy in the face, but if the size difference bothered him it didn’t show through his determination. [color=6ecff6]“You look tough, and you’re tall too. I bet you’d be great at baseball. How about joining the team?”[/color]

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