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[color=f49ac2]Sakura Level 11: 011/110[/color] 
Location: Esaka- Pools!
Word Count: short
Points Gained: 
New EXP Balance--- [color=f49ac2]Level 11: 012/110 [/color]
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	It was Sakura’s favorite time of the day. Of the month. Of the year! Of the life, really. Fighting time!

	A small wooden platform. Empty seats. Just her, the Heavenly Principles, and her opponent. Sakura bounced on her heels, than from foot to foot, keeping herself spry and ready. She shadow boxed the air, fists quick as a whip. 

	Her opponent took to the stage. A man with a mohawk, his beige skin marked by scars, his tough glare hidden behind tougher shades. He was wearing a big, open orange hoodie over a t-shirt and sneakers. Infact, they had a lot in common, fashion wise! Except Sakura’s jacket was colorful and blue, her white top was cropped, and she had a bandana instead of sunglasses.

	But Sakura had heard of this guy. He was a legendary thug in the underworld. Two P. He had over a foot of height on her, and sported a dangerous looking switchblade in his belt. 

	Sakura was certain she was going to beat the living daylights out of him.

	[color=f49ac2]”Pleased to meet you.”[/color] Sakura said with a bow.

	“Hey, yeah, alright, me too, man.” Two P said. “Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you, chick.”

	[color=f49ac2]”Go all out! I want to know your true strength.”[/color] She punched her fist into her palm.

	The auto referee, or ‘Heavenly Principles’, spoke out.

	ROUND ONE: THREE, TWO, ONE. FIGHT!

	Two-P took a boxing stance, shuffling on his feet. Sakura took her karate stance and galloped forward. 

	Two-P wound up his mighty fist to strike at Sakura. Then, he was curled up into a ball on the ground shielding his head as she rained punches down upon him. “AAAAH HEY CUT IT OUT MAN HEY!” He pleaded. 

	KO!

	Sakura backed up, clapping her hands once together.

	SAKURA WINS! PERFECT!

	Two P’s stomach still ached from where she slugged him, and after she roundhouse kicked him in the head his ears were ringing. [color=f49ac2]”It’s best two out of three!”[/color] Sakura encouraged.

	“Alright! No more mister nice guy!” Two P brushed himself off and got out his knife as he rose to his feet. Its blade shone in the morning daylight.

	ROUND TWO: FIGHT!


	Two P shook his head and knife around, his eyes bulging behind his glasses. A classic scare tactic. It would scare anyone in their boots. Flipping his knife skillfully between his fingers and then his hands, he sliced it out several times towards Sakura’s face. Then, he curled into a ball and protected his head as Sakura rained punches down upon him. “HEY MAN WHAT THE CUT IT OUT NOT COOL MAN, COME ON!”

	KO!

	[color=f49ac2]”Yay, I did it!”[/color] Sakura celebrated with a little wiggle of her hands. [color=f49ac2]”Okay, well. Good luck in Losers Bracket!”[/color] With that she turned and skipped away. 

	SAKURA WINS! PERFECT!


	Two P sat on the ground and looked at his knife where it had fallen after she twisted his wrist and fingers. His nose was busted from when she elbowed him twice in the face, and his knee hurt from where she swept his leg. The young woman, no older than twenty, with such a friendly face, held nothing back and absolutely disassembled him twice in a row. Two P didn’t feel like he had gotten into a fight as much as he volunteered to get shoved down the stairs. 

	“Man…where the hell do these people come from?” Two P asked. Only the universe knew the answer to that.