-July 28th-
Leon and Ryoma sat at their lunch table, waiting for Y/N.
Leon: He's not usually this late.
Ryoma: You know him, he'll be here.
Leon groaned, one thing he's always known about Y/N, no one tells him where to be, or when.
Knowing he'd be better off just leaving, hoping to run into him later, Leon fared Ryoma goodbye, and left for his current mentor, Ibuki.
She always practiced at the same spot, next to the dorms.
Leon: Yo.
He sat down with her, yawning at the same time.
Ibuki: What up, Red!
Leon: Same ol', bored outta my damn gourd.
Ibuki: Oh, Ibuki heard there was a fight soon!
His head perked back up, a fight?
That could keep him entertained for a while.
Ibuki: There she is!
They both saw Peko, walking into the empty field, holding two swords.
Leon: This is a dual, not a damn fight!
In his thoughts, he didn't notice Y/N walking up with a mask in his hand.
Y/N: You really sure you want this?
Peko: You insult me by asking.
Y/N: Just being sure.
She tossed the sword, he grabbed it out of the air, putting his mask on.
They bowed, but as Jacket drew, Peko swung faster than he could, making him block with the wooden sheathe.
She pushed down on him, allowing, Jacket to drop the sword completely, making her push hers into the ground.
Jacket put his weight into his shoulder as he forced it into her chest, knocking her down.
She quickly lunged for her sword, after Jacket had pulled his sword back, holding it back as she stood back up.
Peko: You're a dirty fighter.
Jacket: Fair fighting- is a fable.
She ran at him.
In that moment, she noticed his mask, her movement stifled.
Jacket: The Dragon becomes me!
He drew in such an immaculate way, flairing the blade all around, before stopping it with the tip pointed at her.
He was letting her approach, making her.
A loss of control, she hasn't got even a muscle that she's in control of anymore, something forced her to swing at him.
In that moment, Jacket swung upward, knocking the sword out of her hands hurling through the air.
He raised it up, then slashed down, cutting straight down her body.
She dropped to her knees, holding her head out for him. But Jacket simply swung at the air, flicking the blood off before sheathing the sword.
Jacket: The Dragon's anger rests.
Her vision faded as she fell forward, bleeding onto the ground.
Jacket ook off the mask.
Y/N looked down at Peko.
Y/N: Didn't take long.
He took her sword, and picked her up.
He looked around for a bit, then walked over to Leon, handing him the swords while he took Peko inside.
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FanfictionJacket... a name not many people knew, but those who did feared it, though he's the last one to brag, he actually doesn't speak at all, with the assistance of his tape recorder he can speak his mind, his triumphs in Miami and D.C immortalized his na...
