05-06 TOA R2: Mugetsu v. Samurai Kenji I

[LocoColt04]

Same as last time. No need to bore you with the same speech.

THIS ROUND WILL END SATURDAY, 24 SEPTEMBER 2005.

[Akira]

It was the second day of the TOA and again, Kenji found himself thinking about nothing but women and booze.

'I wonder if I am doing good so far. Even more so, I wonder if my beautiful Keiko has seen me on the television yet. Damn she is hot!'

With that said he turned his sights to her seductive poster hanging on the wall of his TOA room. His mind started to rush in ideas and fantasies. Before long, he was committing the sin of jerki.....I mean contemplating his hunger once again.

'Why the hell am I always so damn hungry? Must be all that energy I spend towards my “work outs”. I’m sure that's it."

Today however, he had foreseen his impending hunger. He had already ordered a plate of freshly made sushi at "Mr. Watanabi's Sushi Stop". This time he would be prepared for his fight with a full stomach and his sharp wits, if one could call them that.

About twenty minutes later, Kenji heard a faint knocking on his door. He opened the door and saw a small, fragile Asian boy standing before him.

"Mr. Watanabi's Sushi Stop derivery service. I have a derivery for a Kenji Matsura. Is this the right room?"

"Of course it is buddy" he said, greedily throwing his eyes onto the medium sized container in the boy's hand, almost as if in a trance.

He started to daydream about the sushi that would soon pass his lips into his aching stomach and calm his chronic hunger. He pictured, first placing a voluptuous red sake (salmon) sushi in his mouth, and it immediately dissolving on his tongue. Then he would try a Maguro (Tuna), which would give him a smooth and pleasant taste to feast on. Next would be a Konoshiro (Marinaded Hering) with the special teriyaki sauce dripped on the top to add a pungent sweet taste to the delctable morsel. Ika (squid) would be next on the menu and bring a stronger texture to the tasty lineup. This would no doubt follow by many other fantastic pieces of fish. He felt his stomach growl again.

"That wirr make $13.30 prease" the delivery boy said.

Kenji grabbed for his pockets and pulled out his wallet. Opening it up, he saw no currency to speak of. Only moths flew out of it and into his face. The delivery boy looked with disgust and turned around only saying "Mr. Watanabi does not want business from the rikes of you."

Flabbergasted, Kenji started to cry like a little child. "NNNOOOO!!!! Come back, please! I need to eat." The delivery boy was soon out of distance and Kenji dropped to the ground.

'I can’t believe I don't have any money. This better change after I win the TOA, if I win that is. Man, what if Keiko saw me now? She'd no doubt think I was the biggest loser ever, which can obviously not be true since I'm the coolest. Don't even want to think about that.'

Moments later, he heard a second knock, this one however much more blatant and loud. At first he smiled, hoping the delivery boy had returned, but then the thought of the small twerp being able to knock that loud made him doubt it.

'Probably the faculty of the tournament. Guess my next fights about to begin.'

He opened the door and saw the tall man, who he had seen prior to his previous fight. He again had a stern and serious look on his face.

"Kenji Matsura, the next round of the tournament is about to begin. Please come with me" he said with a deep and emotionless voice.

"Alright man, let's get this egg cookin'" he said. The man made no gesture towards Kenji's terrible metaphor.

Kenji already knew the procedure by now and ran towards the room where his seat and jumped in hastily.

"This time I'll make the level hehe."

He felt the computer access his brain and start to enter the battle "world".

"What level would you like to create contestant no. 3?"

"I'll take the mountainous region of the Himalayas. At the base of the mountains preferably. Oh, and I'll take set 2 of my weapon line up."

Immediately he was catapulted into a neutral phase, between the real world and the virtual one. It was an empty white plain, with no up down or side to side. Then pieces of the mountain came shooting up and other elements eventually came into the picture as well. From a warm moderate place, he started to feel the environment change and the temperature plummet.

Eventually, he could only feel the blistering snow blow on his face and the blizzard hinder his sight to about five feet. This place would be ideal to surprise any enemy and was perfect for the Berserker, since he had conquered many icy regions in his past years.

Besides the layer of snow all around, there were many boulders and rocky mountains protruding out of the naked landscape. Though barren, the surroundings offered enough hiding places due to the heavy storm. The temperature hardly fazed the mighty warrior but would hopefully numb his opponent’s senses and fighting skills.

Taking stance by one of the many rocks in the virtual world, he waited for his enemy, which he would strike on his immediate entrance. There would be no small talk and no pause. He would throw his enemy into a bloody fight instantly, hopefully getting the advantage of surprise and making his enemy fight poorly. His hand already gripped the mighty sword to his side.....

[LocoColt04]

The round is almost over, and despite attempted contact of your opposition, there's been no response. There's only five days and some leftover hours remaining in this round of the tournament. If there's still no reply by the end of the week, the victory will be credited to you automatically, AND your opponent will lose a point.

You hear that, Mr. MIA? Lose a point.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

[LocoColt04]

*room goes silent*
*someone coughs*


Samurai Kenji I +2
Mugetsu -1