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I'm still here. I've just been busy but finally got time to put out a post.

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@GodOfWar @Kuma @liferusher

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On the walk home, or rather back to L.O.S.E.R., Kaz garners quite a few looks from passerby on account of his bodily injuries. Kaz doesn't notice however as he is often lost in his existential thoughts. "Why are we here? Only to suffer? How do I know that I exist? Maybe I don't. Maybe none of us do. Maybe we're all fictitious characters created by some random people on an internet forum somewhere-" Kaz's train of thought is stopped when he violently bumps into the pole of a street light.

Some time later, Kaz arrives back at the shabby academy, having missed the congratulatory speech delivered earlier by Lorken. He enters from the front and walks the hall. His eyes seem focused if not devoid of all hope. This is a man on a mission. He stops at one particularly point in the hallway and stares down the object of his anxiety: the crooked portrait he saw earlier in the day. "This won't do."

Encompassing the soul of a rebellious revolutionary, Kaz will defy the "no touching" rule of the tyrant, Lorken, for the good of the people. Setting his bag down so that both hands are free, he proceeds to fix this blight on humanity. As soon as his finger tips make contact with the portrait, it falls forward and onto the floor—the wooden frame breaking apart in several places with a sticker saying "Made in China" apparent on one of the pieces.

Why are we here? Only to suffer? Kaz picks up the broken wooden frame pieces and the portrait canvas itself and briskly hides them behind a nearby table before walking away whistling. The outline of where a portrait once hung can clearly be seen in the wake of what will later be referred to as simply "the incident". And even it's crooked.

Where to now? There's like- What? Two other people in this whole damn place? Kaz hasn't bumped into anyone yet. Maybe an excursion to the cafeteria will reveal something of interest. Taking a beating sure does embolden the hunger pangs. Wandering aimlessly around, he somehow makes his way to his destination in like a minute. It isn't all that big of a place really.

As soon as he steps inside, he sees the goat boy—what was his name again? Wank Cobra? And the guy that looks exactly like Kaz himself if Kaz was taller, better looking, have more muscle mass, is not plagued by anxiety, and drinks lots of dairy. This man is his eternal rival. And then a sweat drop travels down the side of Kaz's face. What the hell is he looking at? Kaz reaches into his grocery bag and pulls out a can of bug spray, shaking it as he walks toward the group in the kitchen.

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Drip. Drop. Drip. The blood, having calmed from its initial burst, travels down Kaz's lips and chin and onto the floor below. Bleeding profusely from one's nasal orifice certainly isn't a hallmark of good health. His entire damn body feels heavy right now. His head, however, feels light... from the blood loss. This is not a flowery metaphor regarding some newfound sense of mental clarity. Yeah, some sleep would be nice right about now, Kaz thinks. Just slip into blissful unconsciousness Kaz. It's all over now... But then an all-too familiar voice calls him back from the brink of passing out.

"Kazuto Akechi," Kaz's vision returns to him and he notices Lorken in front of him talking. "You are weak," "Yeah, I figured out that much." "Untrained," "Got it." "And seem to only use your brain when its time to run your mouth," "Okay, now you're just being a dick." Kaz sighs. Yeah, he's heard it all before. Is there a skip button to the part where Lorken tells him that he failed? "Despite your flaws," Hmm? "You do have potential and a degree of wit that some heroes in the industry are sorely lacking." What the hell kind of Twlight Zone-esque shit is this? Kaz is actually being... praised? Needless to say, Kaz is rendered pretty much speechless from what he had just heard. Lorken gets up and holsters his pistol before making his way over to Kaz.

He leans over and gives Kaz a pat well done accompanied by a fierce grin. No comment escapes Kaz's lips as he just quietly kneels there in contemplation. Before dismissing Kaz, Lorken asks the shocked young lad what it's like to care for once. He is quiet at first. Kaz then looks down and sees the broken finger on the hand he used to block one of Lorken's monstrously powerful punch. Maybe it was the angle of where Lorken was standing but one could swear that some semblance of a smile appeared on Kaz's face just then. "It freaking hurts."

Kaz grabs his cardigan while standing up and wipes the blood from his face. Earlier in the bout, Kaz made a mental remark about forgetting something. It isn't until now that he finally remembered what that was. Just right then, Lorken dismisses him. Perfect timing. "I'm going off school grounds. There's something important I have to do. Don't worry, this isn't an excuse to run away. I'll be back before long." At the exit, he turns around to face Lorken. "Hey, I want you to teach me how to punch." Kaz says with a serious expression and his left hand balled into a fist.

Some time later, Kaz is at the convenience store stuck in a long checkout line; he has a few comic books and DVDs in hand. "I forgot the latest issues came out today... Damn it, why is this line taking so long?" Kaz starts tapping his foot as his patience runs thin. "This sucks."

@Zelosse

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@Duoya I just noticed that you mentioned attacking Lorken's gonads as well in your post :P Needless to say, it's the best plan of attack.

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His plan wasn't working. Sure, Kaz managed to pilfer the gun from Lorken and caught the big guy by surprise, but none of that means a damn thing if Kaz wasn't hitting his target. Six shots were fired: three of which struck Lorken in the stomach, one narrowly missed, and the remaining two made impact with Lorken's hand and forehead respectively. The plan failed spectacularly. "Damn it... I was aiming for his nuts." But alas, it isn't all bad, Lorken is dazed—probably from the last one he took to the dome. Kaz sees an opportunity to capitalize and blitzes towards the staggered brute. A pistol whip to the temple would definitely cause some damage, regardless of the meager force behind the attack. But Lorken, being the stubborn and resilient bastard that he is, makes a swift recovery and, reciprocally, charges at Kaz.

As the two of them close the distance, Lorken swings at Kaz with a mean right hook which our wouldn't-be hero expertly dodges. No, wait. Never mind. Kaz slipped a little again which is the only reason why the attack missed. As Kaz catches his balance, he soon finds an elbow flying at his face. He thinks about blocking the blow with the gun but then he'd have a sturdy piece of metal hitting his forehead. So instinctively, he blocks with his right palm. As the elbow makes contact, Kaz could feel a finger bone snapped in place. He doesn't even have the luxury of feeling that pain as a blow to his stomach expunges the air from Kaz's lungs which is then followed by a second body blow; whatever he's wheezing out isn't air at this point. A final left hook reunites Kaz with his old flame: the floor.

Meanwhile, the exhausted Lorken takes an immediate seat to recover some lost breath. Almost half a minute passes and Kaz has still yet to move a muscle. Ready to add manslaughter to the list, Lorken, you horny bastard? An entire minute nearly passes before Kaz finally comes to. "W-What...? Tired already...? You're not done with me yet..." Kaz, slowly but surely, gets back up onto his feet and stumbles toward Lorken, gun still in hand—left hand to be precise; if one looks closely, they can see a somewhat unnatural bend to one of Kaz's right fingers. Kaz can't make even three feet of lateral movement before collapsing once more. It takes a second, but Kaz starts to worm his way to Lorken by using his arms to claw his body forward.

Once near Lorken, Kaz tosses the gun at his head. Yeah, it'd probably won't do a thing but this is all the energy Kaz could muster. Maybe it'll chip off a piece of his horn if Kaz rolls a natural 20. Kaz didn't see if it hit its mark or not. He gets into a kneeling position and stares at Lorken while breathing and wheezing heavily. There is no comment to be made. Okay, maybe one. "How's it feel to be reunited with your long lost son, Dank Cola? Ya know, the goat boy..." Blood spurts from his nose afterwards.

@Zelosse

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Y'know, it's no wonder Kaz is gone when it's Yuri's turn. He done fucked up so goddamn much, he's probably in some random place hanging off of a dying tree, wheezing. @Blu @Zelosse

@Kuma

It's called a tactical retreat. It's all part of the master plan. He's not a coward. Stop pointing and laughing at him!

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@Zelosse Masochist route it is then. I've changed the ending of my post.

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@Blu yes.

@Zelosse

Oh there are bullets inside but Kaz didn't turn off the safety like an idiot. But I'll change it to Lorken getting shot if you prefer.

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@Blu oh man... when you said you had a plan I didn't think it meant you would steal something from the boss...

@Zelosse

Do you need me to change it?

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"'... within a matter of minutes?' Ending it with a threat. Yeah, that's good. No... I'm sure he knows enough about the human anatomy that he'll see right through my bluff. Ehh, a stab wound to the leg will be good enou-" Of course, all of this planning doesn't mean squat when it culminates into getting kicked in the damn face by a behemoth of a man. The plan failed. But of course it did. Could anyone really expect the last-second plan to have a positive outcome? Even Kaz, pumped up on adrenaline and false hope as he was, had his doubts about the plan succeeding. It was one that required a mixture of pure miraculous luck and the athletic ability above that of being able to open a difficult jar of peanut butter, none of which Kaz seems to possess. After promptly handing Kaz his ass for the second time this match, Lorken adds insult to injury by tossing Kaz's cardigan on top of him.

After pulling the tattered article of clothing off of himself, Kaz looks up at Lorken and notices a set of familiar eyes. Yeah... that look. He knows that look all too well. A normal person would have some kind of adverse reaction to such a look, even a small one, but Kaz responds with a completely neutral expression. "Yeah, yeah, what else is new?" Kaz gets back up onto his feet. "If only my Quirk was that I get stronger every time someone's disappointed with me, then I'd be unbeatable." He holds out his fist towards Lorken; his knuckles are noticeably bruised. "Heh... That punch that was supposed to hurt you, hurt me instead. I don't think I can do anything to you." There is a calm acceptance in Kaz's expression; one that recognizes the cold, stark reality of the situation. It'd be pointless to continue this fruitless struggle any further.

"He truly is my perfect counter... More physically able than I am in every way imaginable, his combat experience far exceeds my own, and let's not forget that my Quirk is absolutely useless against him. There is no way to beat him. But... this is what I expected from the very beginning. I'm getting tired, so I guess I'll call it quits." Kaz goes to raise his hand and to tell Lorken that he forfeits—not only the match but the entire program. But as he does so, he notices his hand trembling. "..." Is this fear...? Is this excitement? Joy? Rush? Kaz's knows the outcome of this fight and yet... "This is bad," Kaz begins sweating profusely and his upper lip starts twitching, "I'm starting to give a shit." He balls his trembling hand into a tight fist once more. "If at first you don't succeed, fail, fail again until the other side loses interest. Hey, Tall, Dark, and Hideous, let's go."

Kaz charges forward. "I know I can't hurt you..." Kaz throws a straight left at Lorken's abdomen. Another weak punch. He is beaten down once more. Kaz wipes the blood from his mouth and gets back up. This time: a right hook is followed by a horizontal knife slash with his left. The knife is easily knocked out of Kaz's hand as Kaz, himself, is beaten down again with little effort. "You don't even need to evade my pathetic attacks." What follows is a repeating succession of Kaz attempting to hurt Lorken with his punches with Lorken being able to simply shrug them off and punish Kaz's sloppy techniques. "And that is..." The last attempt ends with Kaz being punched into a kneeling position with his body slumped forward.

"Heh, you know... I often ask myself what would All Might do in a hopeless situation like this? Then again, I'm sure he doesn't have 'hopeless' situations. He's not a loser like me." Kaz slowly rises up onto his feet. As he gets up, an object can be seen in his grip. The object in question should be a very familiar sight to Lorken. "I know I can't hurt. You don't even need to evade my pathetic attacks. And that is exactly what I was counting on." Kaz aims Lorken's gun at it's own master. "I'd hate to play the part of his punching bag but it was the only way I could get to 'this' without arousing his suspicion. He knows he can just stand still whenever I threw a punch at him so I decided to use that to my advantage. Even if he noticed at the last second, once I got my hands on it, I was resolved to not let go barring him ripping my arm off." Without any hesitation, Kaz pulls the trigger. Bang! A volley of bullets is let loose towards Lorken. Truthfully, Kaz doesn't even know if those are actual metal rounds or a non-lethal substitute. "Ehh, whatever."

@Zelosse