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Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Well, it looks like the other cafeteria folk probably aren't gonna post, so I'll get started on my next one tonight, after Father's Day is over.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

As he found himself surrounded just a few meters from the entrance to the main building, Daiji idly replayed the choices that got him into this situation in his head.

"Hey, I don't know if you really are as stupid as you look, but I asked you a question!" One of the surrounding students said, a smirk on his face. "Who the hell do you think you are, bumping into me with that smug-ass smirk on your face?!"

"I didn' realise I was smirkin'." Daiji started to explain, pointedly staring directly ahead and over the delinquents head. "I'm jus' not all that great at talkin' to new people is al-"

"Oh, sure, so it's all just a misunderstanding, right?" The delinquent asked, before scoffing and raising a nasty looking AED taking the form of a wooden sword. "Look at you. Not even looking us in the eyes while you bullshit us. You really think you're strong enough to make an enemy of all the delinquents in the school? You sure you're ready to piss off the boss like that?"

"Not even slightly." Daiji said simply, continuing to avoid eye contact.

For whatever reason, this seemed to piss the delinquent off even more.

"Look at me, damn it!" He shouted, swinging the sword at him. Daiji responded by quickly sliding the wrapped up staff he had been carrying from his back and using it to guide the sword past him. For a moment, the delinquent looked up at him in surprise, but upon seeing that Daiji was still avoiding eye contact, he let out a shout and swung again. Once again, the wooden blade was guided past him, it's wielder along with it, and as it repeated itself more and more, Daiji was beginning to realise that he had to defuse the situation soon, hopefully before the barely stifled snickering of the other surrounding delinquents set the main one off.

He hoped it wasn't actually too late for that, considering the rapidly worsening expression on his opponents face.

"C'mon, please stop!" He tried to plead, although he was frustratingly aware that his naturally growly voice made it sound more like a taunt than something sincere. "Seriously, I ain't tryin' to fightcha! I just can't look ya in the eyes 'cause of my i-"

And then he redirected his blow again, only to here the horrifying sound of different voices grunting in surprise and pain. Slowly, he turned around to see that, yes, he had in fact accidentally flung his opponent into three of the spectating delinquents.

None of them looked quite as amused as they had just a second ago, and Daiji winced in a combination of frustration and fear as he watched them draw their own AEDs. Sure, he had been more than content to let the first delinquent tire himself out until he was too tired to keep going, allowing Daiji to explain himself, but now things were looking bad.

This was immediately compounded when he felt something hit the back of his legs, a kick or something, and he fell down to his knee. On instinct he looked up, only realising his mistake when his gaze met four others.

For a moment, there was silence, and Daiji sighed.

"KILL HIM! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

Honestly, despite how bad he usually feels when he scares people, he kind of wished they'd all gotten scared this time. But no, that would just be too easy, wouldn't it? Instead, only two of them caught the fear, one of them sprinting off with a shriek while the other simply dropped to their knees in silence. The other two got the anger, his original opponent being the one who screamed about killing him. Now, he was at least somewhat experienced in fighting people under the influence of his rage eyes, and while they did tend to make more mistakes, that was usually because they were swinging harder and faster than usual. Naturally, this also hurt a lot more, and Daiji didn't really like getting hurt.

Which was why he immediately jumped back to his feet and sprinted off in the other direction, the two raging delinquents hot on his heels. He had to lose them, but how? Even with his longer legs giving him the speed advantage, they weren't so far behind him that he'd be able to outrun them, not before collapsing from exhaustion at least. No, he needed somewhere to hide, or at the very least somewhere he'd be able to maneuver around the pair to fight them more easily.

And then a small grin appeared on his face, as he came up with a plan. However, it immediately vanished when the wooden sword AED clipped his heels, eliciting a high-pitched shriek of what may have sounded like rage to others, but was actually just fear of his own. Dodging more than a few swings from the two delinquents, he dashed through the entrance to the building, and after a few moments of desperately looking around, he saw what he had been looking for.

The cafeteria.

After almost forgetting not to make eye contact with the student sitting just outside the cafeteria entrance, instead flashing him a thumbs up and horrifically poor excuse for a grin, Daiji practically burst through the doors, leaping over one table and using Sarufuemaru to pole-vault himself onto a second, before spinning around to face the delinquents.

"Ok, alright guys, now I think it's time we all calmed down an' acted like adults!"

"I'm gonna jam my thumbs into your eyes like I'm reading your mind in brail you fu-"

"Ok fine, I'll do it your way!" He shouted, before looping the end of the staff between the leg of a chair and flinging it into the face of the second delinquent.

"Hey, if anyone else feels like steppin' in, now'd be a pretty good time!" He shouted out to the rest of the students. "I am open to any and all offers, preferably before that guy wakes up again!"

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Hmm, well, it looks like it's getting a little too crowded for my original plan to have Daiji run past Ichiro and Chai's fight while running from delinquents and get hit by a stray baseball, so I might be a little while longer than planned. Not too long though I think.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Gonna start working on my post a bit later today, once I've finished everything I've gotta do.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@Duoya
Oh no damn it! I just realised I picked nearly exactly the same name as you! Sorry, that wasn't intentional.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Maybe I'll have Daiji start a odd jobs/helpers club, so he can take in all the clubless dregs and become a leading player in this power struggle. And also so he can make friends. At least one. Maybe. please.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@Duoya
Whoa whoa, hold up a second. I get that all the other clubless losers are losers, but we haven't started playing yet. Chances are I will end up joining a club before the first day is over. But yeah, accurate for the others.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Igarashi Daiji

Name:
Igarashi Daichi

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
"Nothin' better than hand signals when you're bein' hunted!"
A sincere attempt at a smile
A true monster of genetics, Daiji stands at 6'2", and generally looks like he's threatening you.

Personality:
Daiji, despite how it may seem, does not particularly enjoy how scary he looks. True, his voice may sound more or less like a growl at all times, his smile tends to give the impression of a young man who plans to steal your soul, and mutual eye contact sends most people into fits of terror but this is in fact due mostly to genetics, along with a little unwanted help from his inherent engine skill in regards to the final example. In reality, Daiji is a rather friendly person, who likes to talk to new people and help them out. It rarely works out of course, but he tries. When he is with people who aren't scared of him, he's the kind of person who rarely stops smiling, and usually enjoys a bit of good natured teasing. Unfortunately, outsiders tend to see this as just straight up bullying thanks to his facial expressions.

He also enjoys playing and spending time with animals, which is ironic, as they hate him. The number of times he's been swarmed by monkeys back in his home town, or more often in the last few days, cats. There have been a few close calls with... larger... animals, but thankfully he has been able to either avoid their notice or escape before they can catch him.

Ironically, when it comes to fighting, Daiji is actually a bit of a coward. While he can fight, and quite well at that, he prefers to avoid pain whenever possible. The way he sees it, either he gets hurt, or he hurts someone else. This is not optimal, as he doesn't like making people upset, but he also doesn't like feeling pain. So, rather than get stuck in this moral dilemma, he tends to avoid and/or run from fights.

Backstory:
Born to farmers in a small, relatively isolated town in the mountains, Daiji spent the majority of his childhood either helping his parents with the farm or running around in the mountains and forests. This made it easy to avoid accidentally affecting people with his eyes, which was a fairly common concern until somewhere around the age of six. Thankfully, the town was small enough that everyone quickly found out about this issue and learnt to avoid eye contact. Even at school, if you could call an old building with just four students a school, no one would meet his gaze out of fear. Daiji accepted this, of course, because why wouldn't he? He didn't want to upset anyone, and there was a roughly 70/30 chance that looking him in the eyes would do just that.

But it hurt.

By the time he was fifteen, he realized he couldn't do it anymore. The near complete lack of eye contact was left him feeling disconnected from everyone else, and despite his attempts to hide his pain, his friends and family had noticed. This was when his mother, Igarashi Mari, came up with a plan. When she was young, she lived in a town named Shiroyama and attended the towns battle school, where she made quite a name for herself due to her ability with the staff. However, the part that she focused on now were the lessons focusing on Inherent Engine Skills. She believed that, if he were to attend the school, he would be able to learn to control his eyes. However, she also knew that he would more likely than not have to fight, and so, despite already having spent some time teaching him how to defend himself, made a plan. From then on, she would teach Daiji how to fight in earnest, and when she thought he was ready, she would help him move to Shiroyama and enroll in Shiroyama High School.

After two long, painful years, Mari finally decided Daiji was talented enough as a fighter that she wouldn't have to worry about him too much, and started making preparations. Before he left, she presented him with her old staff from her own days in the school, Sarufuemaru, the Monkey Flute. With this final gift, Daiji was finally ready to set off and begin this new chapter of his life, and hopefully one day, he'd be able to look her in the eyes with pride, and tell her he had accomplished what he'd set out to do.

Inherent Engine Skill:
Gaze of the Hunter
Daiji's inherent engine skill is another rather unfortunate factor adding to his reputation. Whenever he makes eye contact with a living thing, that person will immediately feel an intense pressure wash over them, as if they were being hunted by some great, inescapable hunter. Around eighty percent of the time, this pressure becomes utter terror, particularly in those with weaker wills. In the other twenty percent, the pressure will instead come out in the form of great anger, which while occasionally a boon in combat, causing the opponent to act recklessly, it usually just makes things even harder for him. It is only those few with extremely powerful wills who can look him in the eyes without being affected.

Sadly, although he knows he can as he has done it before, Daiji doesn't really know how to turn this on or off, which has made life quite difficult for him. Due to this, he generally tries to either cover his eyes or just avoid other peoples gazes, lest he accidentally make another enemy.

Active Engine Device:
Sarufue
Sarufue is a seven foot long staff with holes that line the sides from top to bottom. Despite this, the staff is actually still incredibly sturdy, able to hold out against even the hardest blows as long as it's wielder can as well. However, it is these holes that are the source of the weapons power, catching and collecting wind within it whenever it is swung. The wielder can then release this wind at will, using it to push away opponents and divert attacks. And yes, it can technically be played in a manner similar to a flute, but the size and number of holes generally makes this difficult without help from others.

Skills:
Despite his size, Daiji is actually quite agile thanks to spending his childhood running around the mountains of his hometown, clambering over rocks and up trees, and more than once having to escape from animals that took a dislike to his presence. Along with this, he has been trained in marital arts by his mother, particularly in the use of bo staffs.

Outside of combat, Daiji is quite good at gardening, cooking and sewing, all of which he finds quite enjoyable.

Rank:
Right now, 0. He just got there.

Club:
None at the moment, but he'd be pretty happy to start a gardening or sewing club if there isn't already one, or he doesn't find anything else to interest him.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Also I'll try to have Daiji join a club soon, but it's still his first day.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

By the way, just to justify Daiji's height and genetics, here's the picture I'm using for his parents.

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