Fist for the Future. [Private/Daisuke]

[Shimatsu Shigeru]

The Iron Fist dojo stood proudly in the foreground of the great Kumogakure no Sato. During the middle of the day, there were few students, especially on a day such as this where Azuka was freely challenging any newcomers. Kenpachi welcomed this though and did not discourage Azuka from finding the members who didn’t lack the strength or confidence to pursue the Iron Fist. Most times, though, Kenpachi took the reins and directed the daily routine of all the students. At that current moment, some of the more regular students were sparring in the corner practicing their various forms while Azuka was channeling her inner power under the watchful eye of Kenpachi.

Yes, this was a day full of promise. The gates to the Dojo were open to all, and there were even a few signs scattered around the village that would lead any likely student right to their hopeful promised land. Who would be the challenger today…?

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[Shuji]

Daisuke trudged along the concrete path, not sure what he wanted to do today as he hummed an off-beat tune. He was wearing his usual: a large grey sweater, green camo pants, and a purple shirt, the only thing looking out of place being the bulky Gauntlet on his hand that emitted that weird purple aura that Dai had gotten used to. His hood was pulled up and his hands in his jacket pockets, shielding himself against the only slightly bad weather. He glanced around once more, noting how high the sun was: it would be a lot of time until he had to be back home. As his eyes moved down, he caught a sign on a building wall, talking about a dojo, one he somehow hadn't heard of. Daisuke jogged up to it, already getting excited as he'd read the word "Taijutsu" from afar. The Iron Fist.. After reading and figuring out how to get there from where he was, he immediately ran off, an excited expression on his face.

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Daisuke looked at the building he'd just ran to, the Iron Fist dojo. It didn't look like much, but he still ran in excitedly. He removed his sweater, hanging it up near other jackets and the like, having to take off his Gauntlet and armband. He ran towards the sign of sparring, before going wide-eyed as he watched a few people people spar. It didn't look impressive, but he'd have someone to spar with! Multiple people, too, if he was able to officially join the dojo, which he was sincerely hoping.

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