The arena was loud as the students filed in to watch today’s battle. It was an abandoned factory that had been restored to allow for fights. It was vast enough that it was easy to accommodate the two schools to watch the fight. The two competitors for today’s fight weren’t high ranking students, but there had been talk that one of them had said some things to the other in town a few times. This fight was a long time coming, it was decided. Finally it was time, and immediately the arena was hushed. The representatives for the families were in their places, and the competitors were walking to the center of the arena. From the Kazegami side, a shorter young woman dressed in a karate gi and carrying a katana stopped and stood at attention, facing the Sakuramori challenger, a smirk firmly planted on her face. On the Sakuramori side was a bulky young man with only hakama pants on, a polearm in his hand and a blank look on his face. They stared each other down as they waited for the other to move first. After a couple minutes, the Sakuramori challenger pushed forward, swinging the polearm down in the direction of the girl. She dove to one side, rolling and then getting back to her feet quickly. Her katana was drawn, and she was standing in a defensive position. The boy charged again, and this time she didn’t dodge fast enough, receiving a hit on her shoulder and causing her to wince. Luckily it wasn’t a bladed polearm, more of a staff but with metal plating on each end. Scowling, she twisted and sliced at him with her katana. He was a little slower, due to his size, but dodged for the most part, only gaining a sliver of a scratch across his abdomen. He jabbed his polearm, catching her in the chest and knocking the breath out of her. She coughed and stumbled, giving him an opening to strike downwards again. Seeing it coming, she jumped to the side and threw the katana at him. It hit him in the leg, not impaling him completely, but still doing damage. He faltered, crying out a little, and grabbed the wound. She scrambled towards the sword, grabbing it and rolling as he swung again, catching her ankle. A crack was heard as it broke the bone. Unable to stand, the girl just waited. The boy chuckled and walked over to her. “Wanna switch sides? You’re a pretty little thing… I’d hate to have to kill you,” he taunted as he bent down over her, the tip of his polearm pushed into the floor beside her head. She coughed and smirked. “I wouldn’t dishonor myself or my school by giving in to you, bastard!” she told him before plunging the sword into his neck. Only the tip managed to go all the way through, but the result was still the same; he sputtered as he choked on his own blood, a river running down the blade and over her hand. She pulled the katana out and started to push herself away from him, letting him fall over and die on his own. Two teachers ran in, one going to the dying student and the other to her. Both were carried out of the arena by the teachers, neither of the adults looking at each other while they were there. Ryo smirked at the fights result. Of course the Kazegami challenger won this fight. As soon as the challenge was issued the day prior, he figured that the Sakuramori idiot wouldn’t know what he was dealing with. Most of them didn’t, from either side, when they challenged a student from the other school. In fact, most of them barely knew names when they went into the arena. They knew only that the other student deserved what was coming to them. He left the stands and walked outside to keep an eye on things out there. It wasn’t uncommon for a Sakuramori to decide to get into a fight with a Kazegami when they lost like this. Luckily, only the challengers and the families could wear weapons to the arena. Any others who did were punished appropriately by their own school. After all, they were still honorable even if they were rivals. Not that Ryo would break up the fight without adding to it. He’d get a good punch in if he had to jump in to get his fellow schoolmate to move on. It was fun that way. Not that he was actually an enforcer; that was up to the teachers. But he did like to impress the twins from the family whenever he could. Ryo turned his head towards the doors to see if they were leaving yet.