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Ah, what a glorious arena. It wasn't there just yesterday. Perhaps it is a gift from those pesky Deities. After investigating the grounds and the vast interior, I've developed a marvelous idea~
"Self-Defense" students of Ayasegawa Yumichika and Madarame Ikkaku, show me your strength. Surely there has to be some progress after months of such intense training under one of the strongest men I know and the most beautiful man alive to assist him. (That would be yours truly, for those of lesser intelligence.) Dawn your uniforms, my little ones. Freshly washed and crisp, as it is mandatory that you not embarrass me. I'll have your heads, otherwise. Discard age and gender; tonight you will be made into warriors of the most vicious degree. How far have you come? How red is your blood? How strong is your will?
That we have yet to find out. Consider it a final exam for the month to determine your standing. First blood declares the winner in a free for all match.
But of course, it would be rude to not extend the invitation to the students of one Shihouin Yoruichi. If you feel you have what it takes, come to the arena and leave your blood splatters as signatures that you were there. My team will gladly aid you in doing so. Hopeful recruits, don't be silent. Come to play. I'd like to see your skill in the martial arts. Let us christen this great structure with everything you've got.
Wounds will be tended to accordingly. Failures will result in intensified training.
Spectators are more than welcome. It would be a most brilliant honor if the Sohma clan graced me with their lovely presence.
And yes. If there is some question about my strength, I'm more than willing to satisfy your curiosity if you aren't ugly.
[ooc: Penalty training = playtime with Kushi and Dribbles-chan. And that's going easy on 'em. >>]
"Self-Defense" students of Ayasegawa Yumichika and Madarame Ikkaku, show me your strength. Surely there has to be some progress after months of such intense training under one of the strongest men I know and the most beautiful man alive to assist him. (That would be yours truly, for those of lesser intelligence.) Dawn your uniforms, my little ones. Freshly washed and crisp, as it is mandatory that you not embarrass me. I'll have your heads, otherwise. Discard age and gender; tonight you will be made into warriors of the most vicious degree. How far have you come? How red is your blood? How strong is your will?
That we have yet to find out. Consider it a final exam for the month to determine your standing. First blood declares the winner in a free for all match.
But of course, it would be rude to not extend the invitation to the students of one Shihouin Yoruichi. If you feel you have what it takes, come to the arena and leave your blood splatters as signatures that you were there. My team will gladly aid you in doing so. Hopeful recruits, don't be silent. Come to play. I'd like to see your skill in the martial arts. Let us christen this great structure with everything you've got.
Wounds will be tended to accordingly. Failures will result in intensified training.
Spectators are more than welcome. It would be a most brilliant honor if the Sohma clan graced me with their lovely presence.
And yes. If there is some question about my strength, I'm more than willing to satisfy your curiosity if you aren't ugly.
[ooc: Penalty training = playtime with Kushi and Dribbles-chan. And that's going easy on 'em. >>]