02 [VIDEO]
[It's been several days since Kamina first saw Ryohei's bitchin' mustache. Ever since first laying eyes upon his extravagant whiskers, it became Kamina's goal to grow a beard on par with Ryohei's mustache. He had thrown out his pack of razors and his shaving cream and devoted himself fully to growing the greatest beard ever seen. Being older than Ryohei, he had thought they would be equals in a matter of days.]
[However, after 3 days, his stubble had graduated into a small beard but it was nowhere near as full of Ryohei's thigh ticklerhjs no i mean mustache let alone sentient. Could it be that he simply wasn't as manly as Ryohei? A ridiculous proposition but it nagged at the back of his mind regardless.]
[Which brings us to the present. After using his beard to light a match, Kamina had decided that, though practical, his beard was not nearly as awesome as he was expecting it to be. Sure it could hold small objects but he looked like an out of work pornstar and it was simply time for the beard to go. He had thrown out his razors and spent all of his points on food so he was doing the only logical thing he could think of: screaming at a mirror.]
[The mirror had a deep crack in it, unable to withstand the sonic abuse from the loudmouth. After a few more loud shouts, the mirror exploded into a thousand tiny pieces; glass shards flew majestically into the air as Kamina grinned with a sense of accomplishment. He knew he wouldn't get hurt. There might be a few cuts and scratches but he was positive that the city wouldn't let him be seriously injured. RIGHT?]
AH...
[The beard stood no chance under the assault of glass shards and Kamina's own razor-sharp spirit; to the untrained eye it may have appeared as if the beard had pulled itself from Kamina's face and threw itself to the ground, clearly defeated. Kamina stood unmoving with his arms folded until the glass shower had ended. Ignoring the small cuts on his cheeks, face, and upper body, he continued cheerfully.]
YOSH!! DONE SHAVING!!
[However, after 3 days, his stubble had graduated into a small beard but it was nowhere near as full of Ryohei's thigh ticklerhjs no i mean mustache let alone sentient. Could it be that he simply wasn't as manly as Ryohei? A ridiculous proposition but it nagged at the back of his mind regardless.]
[Which brings us to the present. After using his beard to light a match, Kamina had decided that, though practical, his beard was not nearly as awesome as he was expecting it to be. Sure it could hold small objects but he looked like an out of work pornstar and it was simply time for the beard to go. He had thrown out his razors and spent all of his points on food so he was doing the only logical thing he could think of: screaming at a mirror.]
[The mirror had a deep crack in it, unable to withstand the sonic abuse from the loudmouth. After a few more loud shouts, the mirror exploded into a thousand tiny pieces; glass shards flew majestically into the air as Kamina grinned with a sense of accomplishment. He knew he wouldn't get hurt. There might be a few cuts and scratches but he was positive that the city wouldn't let him be seriously injured. RIGHT?]
AH...
[The beard stood no chance under the assault of glass shards and Kamina's own razor-sharp spirit; to the untrained eye it may have appeared as if the beard had pulled itself from Kamina's face and threw itself to the ground, clearly defeated. Kamina stood unmoving with his arms folded until the glass shower had ended. Ignoring the small cuts on his cheeks, face, and upper body, he continued cheerfully.]
YOSH!! DONE SHAVING!!