"And with one final, fierce blow, Furinji Miu brings an end to the masked Sunraku’s win streak~!" exclaid Tiamat, circling gracefully above the arena as if she were dancing.
’Just narrowly...’ thought Miu, closing her eyes and exhaling a sigh of relief from her nose as she recalled how ably Sunraku dodged her attacks. With a proper foundation and the guidance of a Master, she suspected it would only take a few years for him to beco a Master himself.
"Now, then, who would like to be—oh?"
Seeing the hands of nearly every male D-Rank shoot up, Tiamat couldn’t help exhaling an amused chuckle. Most of them understood they wouldn’t be able to defeat Miu, but they could at least receive an eyeful before she knocked them out. And by stepping up and introducing themselves, they would have the pretense to approach and possibly befriend her once the competition was over.
Knowing that Miu was soone Vahn had taken a fancy to, Tiamat briefly considered pairing the buxom blonde with soone capable of flying and attacking her from outside the range of her martial arts. Instead, more for the sake of Vahn’s approval than Miu’s benefit, she arranged for the latter to face off against several martial artists of similar Power Level but lesser skill, ensuring she would be able to exceed Sunraku’s streak before teeing her up to be defeated...
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"Miu-chan is incredible..." muttered Orihi, her face flushed and body glistening with sweat as she gazed up at one of the rectangular displays depicting Miu battling against a slender, red-haired, Chinese-looking girl nad Saoto Ranma. At the sa ti, she slowly swayed her hips in a figure eight pattern atop Vahn, stradling him in reverse cowgirl since she felt more comfortable with him inside her than simply sitting and cuddling together.
"Her opponent is also quite skilled..." remarked Rukia, modeling Vahn’s yukata like oversized pajamas and making slow progress on an oversized strawberry and banana sundae atop an ivory white, chaise-type sofa that was more of a bed than a conventional piece of lounge furniture.
"Saoto-san hails from a family of skilled martial artists with ties to the ancient China of their reality," revealed Vahn, holding Orihi’s waist and massaging her lower back and dimples with his thumbs, his gaze fixed on her beautiful contours as he could see Miu’s and Ranma’s match from his other perspectives. The voluptuous redhead wasn’t a fighter, but she took excellent care of her body, spending upwards of four hours a day running, doing yoga, and lifting weights—primarily focusing on her back, butt, and leg muscles at Yoruichi’s direction.
"Do you think I should enter the competition...?" asked Orihi, staring back at Vahn with a curious expression and surprising him by revealing, "It’s been a while since I went to any classes, but I received a Black Belt at the sa dojo as Tatsuki-chan."
’Right...I rember Tatsuki ntioning that in the ani...’ recalled Vahn, outwardly smiling and offering a slow nod as he affird, "If you don’t mind the attention, I say go for it. Even if you lose, it will help you to understand your current limitations and give you an idea of what you need to improve upon."
"Hoo? Then perhaps I should participate when it cos ti for C-Ranks to compete..." humd Rukia, pausing thoughtfully with her spoon upside down in her mouth.
"Just be sure to change into your Shihakusho before you head out..." said Vahn, punctuating his suggestion with a playful wink. In response, Rukia narrowed her purple eyes, looking and sounding surprisingly seductive as she humd, "I’ll consider it..." in a deep, husky tone.
"Soone’s fishing for a pounding..." teased Vahn, causing Rukia to flush crimson and avert her eyes with his crassness. One thing he had learned about her was that she liked it when he behaved like a brute, a realization that helped put into perspective her fondness for Ichigo and how she had canonically ended up with Renji.
"I wouldn’t mind another..." chid Orihi, her voice low and sensual as she tensed the muscles in her abdon and squeezed her pussy as much as she was able while biting her bottom lip.
"Then I suppose break ti is over..." humd Vahn, his tone deep and expression smoldering as he rose to a seated position with Orihi still straddling him, allowing him to cup her breasts and bury his face into the left side of her neck. The position wasn’t very conducive to moving, but it was only temporary as Rukia crawled over and embraced his sides from behind, compelling him to turn and make out with her as Orihi leaned forward onto her hands and seized the initiative to bounce and shake her ass in a manner so referred to as twerking...
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"Man...you are seriously tough..." panted Miu’s fifth opponent, a young, handso, well-built man with tanned skin, amber eyes, and dark brown hair that was spiked up at the front, swept back on top, and cut short on the sides. His outfit consisted of a greyish green, red-trimd, pop-collar qipao top over brown pants, and he had a dark red scarf around his neck as he posed like a boxer.
"You’re pretty tough yourself~" humd Miu, sporting a broad smile as she was enjoying facing a variety of opponents back to back. She didn’t have anyone she could seriously regard as a rival back in her world, but thanks to the Dragon’s Pavilion, there was always soone stronger for her to fight.
Instead of responding to Miu with words, the young man, Mako, twisted his body to the side, sliced his right hand down toward his waist, raised his right leg, and perford a sharp kick. As he did, a large plu of fire shot out from his heel, increasing in size and intensity as it surged toward Miu.
As Mako was the third person to weaponize flas against her, Miu didn’t hesitate to charge directly into them, producing a barrier-like wall of wind pressure with her left hand, scattering them around her. The mont she cleared them, Mako circled his left hand in a slow, fluid motion in front of his body before thrusting it out with his left index and middle fingers fully extended. From their tips, blinding, bluish-white lightning stread out in a controlled arc.
Though she wasn’t quite at the level of being able to avoid lightning once she had entered its path, Miu managed to get her hands in front of her as Mako was preparing his attack. From there, it beca a war of attrition as he strained himself to continue channeling while she utilized her Dou Ki to compress it into a plasma-like sphere between her hands.
"This is going to hurt..." groaned Mako, his words directed at himself as his lightning cut out and Miu redirected what she had contained back at him. He had learned and mostly mastered the art of lightning absorption and redirection, but as he intercepted the stream with his left index and middle fingers like a lightning rod, the muscles from the tips of his fingers to his abdon tightened painfully.
Taking advantage of the brief window when Mako’s muscles began to relax, Miu leaped backward through the air, taking full advantage of her extraordinary flexibility to swing her left leg and foot nearly 270 degrees to drive her heel into the top of Mako’s head. Most people would flinch or close their eyes in anticipation, but like all the n who had co before him, Mako resolutely stared ahead, his gaze unwavering until he abruptly found himself seated in the waiting area, right next to an annoyed-looking woman with wavy black hair and light green eyes.
"And with her trademark heel drop, Furinji Miu sets a new record among D-Ranks with five consecutive wins~!" shouted Tiamat, causing oversized party poppers and blowers to appear around her, discharging confetti and glitter all over the arena.
With the ground and air reverberating with the crowd’s cheering, Miu felt a form of pride she had never experienced before, compelling her to raise her left fist into the air and beam without restraint. Back in her reality, she had to suppress her power and hold back to avoid harming her opponents and exposing the martial arts world to public scrutiny, so being the center of attention for tens of thousands of screaming fans caused Miu’s heart to swell and beat powerfully within her chest.
’I wonder if this is how celebrities feel...?’ Miu mused to herself, naturally rotating to smile and wave at as many within the crowd as possible. Their cheers and applause were exhilarating, but she quickly regained her focus when she turned around and saw her next opponent, a young woman who could have passed as Rias’s twin or doppelganger. Their builds, hairstyles, and facial structures were uncannily similar, but the buxom woman across from her had purple hair and crimson eyes.
Posing with her arms crossed and sporting a broad, confident smile, the purple-haired woman stated, "Furinji Miu, your performance thus far has been truly impressive. I have no doubt you will beco an inspiration to young girls and blossoming won across Invirtua, but this is where your streak of victories ends. For now, you face , Kurokami daka, Head of the Kurokami Group, 98th Student Council President, and future President of the Dragon’s Pavilion!"
Hearing daka’s bold proclamation, a wave of confusion washed over the crowd, compelling them to speculate amongst themselves about her relationship with Vahn and the Dragon’s Pavilion as a whole. A few Otaku-types vaguely recognized daka from an ani called Madoka Box, but as gag-type powers and hax abilities typically didn’t translate outside of the realities they originated, the purple-haired President had yet to make a na for herself as an Ascendee, much less an affiliate of the Dragon’s Pavilion.
"Well, it’s good to dream big..." responded Miu, smiling awkwardly as she didn’t want to co across as rude. She didn’t believe for a mont that daka could achieve her goal, but there was nothing wrong with setting lofty goals for oneself.
"It may be a dream now, but I’ll make it a reality...!" proclaid daka, producing a Japanese folding fan and flicking it open with her right hand to reveal the kanji for victory.
"Right..." responded Miu, her smile cramping slightly as she got into a ready stance with her left hand extended, her right tucked in near her waist, her knees bent, and her back straight.
"I see you’ve prepared yourself..." noted daka, snapping her fan shut and crossing her arms under her bouncy, gravity-defying breasts, proudly emphasizing her cleavage. Her outfit consisted of a black, gold-trimd high school blazer that had been purposely modified with a boob window to accentuate her J-Cup breasts, a pastel blue, precariously short pleated skirt, athyst stockings with gold trim, and dark blue clogs with golden, cross-shaped buckles. But the mont she crossed her arms, all of these articles exploded, replaced by an athyst-purple bodysuit, a dark purple jacket, fingerless bracers, knee guards, and combat boots clearly inspired by Miu’s combat attire.
Before Miu could ask or comnt on her outfit, daka explained herself, stating, "As I ntioned previously, your form and techniques are nothing short of inspirational. They draw out the full power of the female form. As such, I have decided to make them my own and improve upon them. Now, then, shall we begin...?"
Leaving Miu at an even greater loss, daka promptly mirrored her form, albeit inverted. It wasn’t just a pale imitation either. Miu felt as though she was staring into a mirror that reflected an alternate version of herself, and the mont Tiamat signaled them to begin, daka effortlessly matched her timing, resulting in their mirrored high kicks intersecting at their calves and producing a crisp-sounding shockwave as the grinning, purple-haired copycat even replicated her use of Dou Ki...
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