"Kiyotaka, could you hand me the spice?" Asked Suzune, her hand twirling the wooden spoon. The sweet smell of broth brought joy to me.
"Sure thing, here."
I handed her the spice and she continued cooking while I set the table.
She came to my house early today, and so she decided to make some breakfast for us. Her cooking is as good as ever, so I have no complaints.
Since there is also ramen with the soup, I know that today is going to be a satisfactory one.
"Alright! Dinner is ready. Come on, let's eat."
"Hm, got it."
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We walked to class together, with her arm around mine, until we were stopped by Karuizawa.
"He, hey! Suzune-San and Ayanokoji-kun!"
"Good morning, Karuizawa. And what brings you today?"
She spun in front of us, her foot stopping her movement and her hair fell slowly straight down.
"Nothing! Just wanted to hang out with my favorite friends!"
"I'm flattered."
"Ohhhhh Kohai-kun~" a sweet and seductive voice rang through my ears.
"Oh shit... well, see you Ayanokoji-kun!"
"I'm gonna go with Kei-San, Onii-sama."
The two ran away with each order leaving me behind, puzzled.
Is that person scary?
"Aww, they ran away! It's a good thing I have my handsome Kohai here to cheer me up-"
"Hey! Fuka-Chan! Don't go teasing our kohais's" another voice yelled.
I turned around to find two upperclassmen running towards me.
Both had beautiful features, but their brown and platinum hair set them apart.
"Uh, hello Senpai's. What can I do for you?"
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"Ha!" Suzune exhaled, her body in form, with a weapon present in her fingers.
Kali, a Filipino martial art. Despite its fair use of hand to hand combat, it's more known for its use of weapons like knifes and sticks. But in reality; anything could be used. It's also known to be similar to Karate.
Her body set, but frozen as I instructed. The 12 angles of attack are a must know in this martial art, and she on her last step of the 12 after 3 weeks of training. I decided to go slow on her, to not put too much stress since I wanted Suzune to be at ease the entire time. But if she wanted to know, there are way more than 12 angles of attack, it's just that 12 are the most common.
Her right foot forward, her left trailing behind her, posed in a straight on position. Her left arm I instructed for her to keep up to her chest, while her right held the long bamboo stick, roughly 3 feet on total length, built for combat. A straight arm in a direct slash forward from her head to her eyesight. Suzune focused her sight on the stick in front of her; as I corrected her form.
"Keep your left foot straight" I instructed carefully, in a rather soothing voice might I add. I nudged her foot with mine until it was parallel to her front foot, "there you go."
Next, her attacking arm.
"Your hand should be curving the stick forward, rather than straight."
I took Suzune's hand on mine as she kept up her pose and adjusted accordingly. Her fingers stacking up forward rather than straight. Like how you hold a pistol grip compared to a water bottle if you held it by the container itself.
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Classroom of the Elite: New Tale
Fanfiction""So, Mr. Ayanokoji, have you had any changes in your emotional state over the past few days?" I ask the boy right in front of me." The Whiteroom is gone, but it's products are still out in the danger. But fortunately for Ayanokoji, he isn't alone...
