Rosario and Joestar

[EvaUnit01]

You got this?

[x]YOU TOTALLY GOT THIS

You take a moment to clear your throat, and make a point to face in the horny werewolf's general direction. "Hey, Gin-senpai! I'm taking my sweater off!"

Gin slides to a screeching halt and looks directly at you. "...wha-?"

__________

You are Ginei Morioka, perverted werewolf. And due to your Stand, Bad Moon Rising, emulating a full moon... you're worse about it than normal. Not that you care about that, of course.

Moka Akashiya, one of your club juniors, just lost her rosary seal and went from "so adorable that I just can't help but to make her mine" to "so sexy I just can't stand not to do her!"

So you're in the process of clawing away at her defenses. In order to do just that. 'That' being 'her', of course.

And for some bizarre reason, the succubus kohai of yours (same club) just announced that she was going to undress. In the current situation - and also bearing in mind what you've come to know of the girl prior to this incident - such a declaration is suspicious as all hell, to the point that you can say with 100% certainty that this is a trap intended to take advantage of your altered mental state.

...but you can't be 101% sure, unless you actually spring the trap and take a look for yourself. Those breasts are just too magnificent, after all - why, it'd be a crime against [your] nature not to ogle them, if the opportunity were to present itself. You idly wonder if that girl's even wearing a bra, given the way they bounce from time to time...

So, against your better judgment, you bring yourself skidding to a halt and fully turn your gaze upon Kurumu.

...she is very definitely not topless, and you're idly beginning to wonder if you might have heard wrong in the heat of battle. "...wha-?"

Suddenly, you feel an immense pressure on your brain. What is this, some kind of psychic attack?! There shouldn't be any ESP'ers among your junio- wait wait wait wait wait wait, that succubus must be using her Charm on you!

Normally, you'd become her willing love slave. But because of the full moon... you don't.

Your mind goes blank. The remarkable self-control you've been using to more effectively battle, breaks.

Delirious with want, you're just about to charge and pounce on Kurumu when-

"OH GAWD DAMMMMIIIIIIITTTT!!!!

-Moka grabs your tail and yanks on it, hard. You yelp, and go flying through the air as she effortlessly swings you over your head. ...huh. Something seems kinda funny about the sky...but between the pain and the Charm-induced daze, you have no chance of figuring it out right now.

You hit the ground, and regain enough presence of mind to immediately scramble out of her reach before she can grapple with you again. You manage to pull it off... only to suddenly freeze in your tracks. Literally, your paws have just become frozen to the ground.

From off to the side, you hear a new voice, unfamiliar to you.

"Yare yare dawa... if you'd waited a little bit more, I would've had him totally helpless. ...but I guess you can't complain if it's like this, either, huh."

The charm's starting to wear off, though your ass still hurts like hell. "What the hell are you talking about?"

The new voice reveals the face that comes with it.

"You were so smug about looking up earlier, and now you're the clueless one? Give me a break."

You have a sinking feeling, and look up. That full moon you were so proud of... is now obscured by a latticework of thin - but very opaque - ice, limiting the amount of moonlight that can actually reach you.

...that girl is right. If Kurumu had simply waited and let you stay preoccupied with Moka, eventually that latticework would have become a full ceiling, and you would've barely gotten any speed boost from the moon.

And yet as it is now, you're still totally helpless before your two pissed-off juniors and the snow-woman.

You have but one instant to observe Moka's foot beginning to move before it collides your noggin.

"You insufferable mongrel...!"

Your entire universe has become pain, as you go flying straight up. A split second later, Moka appears above you - as if to rub salt in the fact that you're slower than she is now - and delivers an axe kick to your back.

"KNOW YOUR PLACE!"

...You'd appreciate those kicks a lot more, if you weren't on the receiving end of them.

You crash down through the roof and every floor of the building, until you reach ground level.

...leave Moka alone, tone down perving on Kurumu, stop being a jackass to Tsukune, attempt to be a more responsible senpai.

Okay, yeah, you're reasonably sure you know your place.

After a moment or two, you hear footsteps, and you look up.



You have a sinking feeling about this, but try anyway to avoid the Ripple-powered beating that you're sure is coming. "Oh, ah, hey. The girls already kicked my ass pretty damn good, and I've learned my place now, so I won't be pulling this kind of shit again."

Jotaro looks down at you, and nods. "Good to hear it."

You're about to heave a sigh in relief, when he adds, "There's just one little problem."

That sinking feeling returns in full force.

"...yes?"

Jotaro cracks his knuckles.

"I'm still pissed off."

You get up and backpedal away like hell, uncaring of what your relative speed is at the moment.

He doesn't move to chase, just breathes in... and reaches out an arm. Your eyes bug out as his arm dislocates itself in order to stretch far enough to grab you by the neck.

...this is gonna suck.

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_____

You are Jotaro Kujo, and you feel much better now that you've beaten the shit out of that damned werewolf. He'll live, no worries about that. ...might be a few months before he can get out of the infirmary, but you didn't get him bad enough to kill him.

How will you spend your time until the next event? (pick two)

[]Socializing.
[]Studying.
[]Training.
[]Slacking off.

 

[EvaUnit01]

[x]Training.

You became slightly more proficient in using your Ripple. In addition, by repeatedly practicing your Zoom Punch with both arms, you have improved the speed and efficiency at which you can perform the technique.

However, you also sense that you've put a great deal of strain on the bones and joints in your arms. While average everyday activities shouldn't be a problem, you should probably give your arms a rest for the forseeable future...

[x]Socializing.

Yet another weekend. Passing by the campus store, you get your copy of the new Weekly Shonen Jump, as usual. Huh, seems that a brand new series called Dragon Ball will be premiering in this issue...

You go about your business, reading manga as you walk, until eventually you go and sit on a bench. After a moment or two...

"...Shirayuki."

From just behind your right ear, a feminine whisper. "...yeah?"

You tell her bluntly. "I don't appreciate you reading over my shoulder like that."

The stalker slumps against your shoulder, but then backs off again. When she speaks, she sounds very sad. "...if you want me to stop it, I will."

Ever since you met this girl, she's been a stalker and quite honestly, just a little bit of a creep. ...but at the same time, she is well and truly unlike any other girl you've ever met. Despite her blatant attraction to you and voyeuristic attitude, she has ever been respectful of your immediate personal space up to this point. Further, she has consistently come to your aid in bad situations.

[]...oh, hell, cut the girl some slack already. You like her quiet attitude, you respect her willingness to fight, and you've learned to deal with her quirks even though it can be a major pain in the ass. Relationship Upgrade.

[]No. You have HAD it with this chick, you still barely even know, repeatedly and consistently butting into your business, and you want her to back the hell off. For once, and for all. Broken Social Link.

[](write-in)

 

[EvaUnit01]

[X]...oh, hell, cut the girl some slack already. You like her quiet attitude, you respect her willingness to fight, and you've learned to deal with her quirks even though it can be a major pain in the ass.

The corner of your mouth twitches upward, just a little bit. "Yare yare daze... just do whatever pleases you."

"...thanks."

Even though Mizore's body is physically chilly, as she drapes herself across your shoulders and nestles her head against yours, you can still feel... a different kind of warmth from her.

You have to admit, it feels... nice.

At around that time, the lovebirds come walking by. On seeing you, they perk up a bit. Moka says, "Ah, senpai! I was looking for you."

You arch an eyebrow, and silently motion for them to continue. Mizore does not move from her previous position, seemingly very content to just stay where she is.

Tsukune embarassingly scratches the back of his head, and asks if you'd be willing to help him and Kurumu study for midterms, alongside Moka.

...that's right, the midterms are coming up soon, aren't they.

Form a study group with your friends?

[]...nah, you don't feel like it. And if it's Moka, then Tsukune and Kurumu should be just fine.

[]...eh, sure, why the hell not? ...You probably need to take an academic boot to Mizore's ass too, given the time she spends indulging in her voyeurism.

 

[EvaUnit01]

[x]"...eh, sure, why the hell not?"

Your juniors seem pretty happy. Tsukune bows. "Thanks, senpai. I really appreciate it."

You make a vague noise of noncommittance, and stand up. Mizore, whom you can sense pouting over this course of action, promptly gets off.

A thought suddenly occurs to you.

[x]...You probably need to take an academic boot to Mizore's ass too, given the time she spends indulging in her voyeurism.

"Shirayuki," you say abruptly, as you turn to her.

"...yes?" She has a look of dread on her face, like she's just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and knows that she's about to be asked to explain herself. ...that's certainly bizarre, when your own expression should clearly enough communicate that she isn't in any kind of trouble or anything.

"What have your grades been like up to this point?"

Mizore quietly fidgets, looking a bit panicked. It'd be kind of adorable, if you weren't confused and annoyed by her acting this way in context. Eventually, she softly mumbles, "...um... 'not failing', I guess?"

...You suspected as much. Her troubled expression is really bugging you, though. "Come along, then."

Mizore looks at you questioningly. "...I don't think I-"

You place a hand on her shoulder, and tell her seriously and warmly. "There's a good future waiting for you, Shirayuki."

You marginally tighten your grip and continue, "Even if I have to drag you to it by the ankle."

You are certain that your compassionate speech will reach past Mizore's self-doubt. But the way you said it, made it sound more like a threat...

Mizore peers at you for a few moments, as though pondering what you have said. Eventually, she gives a slight smile. "...all right." The world feels just a tiny bit brighter than it did earlier.
You turn back around, to see Tsukune looking at you with an aghast expression, while Moka has her head in her hands, quietly chanting some kind of mantra.
'Senpai is a non-scary human, Senpai is a non-scary human, Senpai is a non-scary human...'
"...something the matter?" you coolly and reasonably ask.

The two suddenly jump, and make a big production of the 'what? no, why I have no absolutely idea what you mean senpai, whatever could you be referring to' variety. Tch... what a pain in the ass.

The mutual affection between you and Mizore has increased!

Click to shrink...

______________

You spent some considerable time studying in the library with your friends, working with Moka to help Tsukune, Mizore, and Kurumu with... pretty much whatever.

Her transparent attempts at seducing Aono aside, Kurumu needed the most help with her... basically everything.

....

...It's been a long crazy day, but you feel like you've all made some quality progress in your studies.

Gained combat bonus: vs Witch!

Gained combat bonus: vs Spider-woman! Does not apply against characters copyrighted by Marvel Comics.

Gained combat bonus: vs Zombie!

Click to shrink...

As the gang starts collectively heading back toward the dorms, Kurumu brings a finger to her chin and cheerfully asks, "Soo~, what's the dirt on you two, hmmm~?"

It seems that she's curious about your relationship with Mizore.

[]Indulge her.
[]If Mizore wants to say something, let her. Otherwise, stay silent.
[]Tell Kurumu to worry more about her own damned relationships.

 

[EvaUnit01]

[X]If Mizore wants to say something, let her. Otherwise, stay silent.

You ignore the busty succubus, and continue walking. A moment or two later, you can sense Mizore opening her mouth. In the most blasé, matter-of-fact tone you've ever heard, she asks, "Is it really that noteworthy or interesting, for a man to marry his stalker without being coerced?"

[]React.
-[]How?

[]Ignore it.

 

[EvaUnit01]

[x]Tch. Whatever.

In response to Mizore's outrageous statement, you let out an aggravated sigh and mutter, "Gimme a friggin' break."

You then resume your walk to the dorm, leaving Mizore to contend with the chaos she created.

The weekend passes without incident.

___________

Over the next school week, you proceed to take your midterm exams.

With your classmates also preoccupied with exames, the week passes without incident.

Eventually, it comes to an end, and before too long, the midterm results are posted for everyone to see. You check the results for your year.

Jotaro Kujo is in the top 11 percent

Ginei Morioka is in the top 14 percent

Click to shrink...

So, even that guy was still able to take his exams somehow? ....Good for him.

For as long as you're standing there, you decide to go ahead and check on your juniors, too.

Kurumu is in the top 45 percent.

Mizore is in the top 32 percent.

Tsukune is in the top 23 percent

Moka is in the top 5 percent

Click to shrink...

There seems to be some kind of commotion further into the courtyard. Looks like an elementary school student ran away from a magical girl cosplay convention, and some asshole in the year above you is picking on her.

He steps closer to her, intimidating her with his posture and with his smirk. "You may have made it to the top one percentile, but don't get full of yourself - you're still just a little brat, freshly weaned from her mother's milk. And this stupid-ass costume of yours...! - it completely defies the school rules."

The asshole class rep puts his hand on the girl's head, and then roughly shoves her back, prompting a brief scream of distress from the girl, followed with a plea to stop antagonizing her.

He then leans forward, getting eye-to-eye with her. "A vile, disgusting half-blooded freak of nature like you... no, like all Witches... you have no right to attend this academy, Yukari, and more to the point - you're a personal eyesore for me."

The young girl narrows her eyes, and seemingly levitates a small rock so that it flies up and hits her class representative in the head. The guy reacts in pain, she laughs and says he deserved it, guy looks like he's about to go monster.

[]You have a bone to pick with class reps that bully their classmates, especially little girls...
[]...actually, Moka looks PISSED. Let her commence the armed intervention for a change.
[](write-in)

 

[EvaUnit01]

[X]You have a bone to pick with class reps that bully their classmates, especially little girls...

You begin to stalk toward the douche in question, when a pink blur shoots past you -

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"

Wow, Moka is really passionate about this. You idly begin to wonder if the wussier pink-haired Moka has a different style of kicking people from the badass white-haired Moka... but your speculation comes to naught, when Moka shoves herself between the bully and the victim - with a classic and expertly-executed 'my body as a shield' pose, you note - and scolds him for using violence against girls.

"You're probably thinking that I don't have anything to do with this, and you're right. But your crude behavior is completely and totally unacceptable! Using violence on a girl - and above everything else, a child - is bad enough... but to hide behind your authority as a class representative, against your own classmates?! There is absolutely no way, in this world or any other, that I could stand idly by and ignore what you've done!"

Coming from Moka of all people... it is a very, very stern talking-to. Also, you can't help but feel like she's ripping you off, somehow... It suddenly occurs to you, that Moka wasn't around when you beat the tar out of the all-female Swimming Club. ...maybe that's a good thing?

Meanwhile, the enemy class rep looks rather like he's fresh out of shits to give, until he realizes that Moka's outburst has drawn quite the crowd.

You can hear whispers from all around you... "Whoa, Moka intervened to stop him from bullying that snotty Witchling?"

"No way!, I thought she was cooler than that!"

"Pfft - standing up for the weak and downtrodden is part of what makes her cool to start with, you dork!"

The douche standing before you nervously looks around, observing all the attention that's now focused squarely on him. You happen to catch his eye, and unsubtly crack your knuckles. You can see him start sweating just a little bit harder after that little display.

The enemy class rep leaves with a scoff, and these parting words: "Don't forget what we've discussed today, Yukari Sendou!"

....damn. You were all ready to punch his face in and everything, but now the mood's gone.

The remainder of the morning passes without incident.

______

It is lunchtime. You and - in a rare companionable mood today - Mizore are heading to get your midday meal, when you come upon this scene:

Spoiler

...Tsukune took the words right out of your mouth.

Even Mizore is speechless!

Oblivious to your observation, Yukari cheerfully demands that Tsukune not "get in the way" between her and Moka, before succintly summarizing his complete and total average-ness (mostly his athletics and appearance, since you helped him get his grades above-average).

"I love my Moka," she continues. Her emphasis on 'my' in that statement puts you on edge.

"So I absolutely refuse to let my exceptional, brilliant, flawless, per~fect beloved be dragged through the mud by a picture-perfect ordinary boy like you!"

...maybe it's just because she's a kid, and you're not - or maybe you just had a bad breakfast - but none of this is making any kind of sense to you.

Yukari suddenly pulls out a magic wand, and happily declares, "This, Tsukune Aono... is my declaration of war!"

Spoiler

Spoiler

Mizore has her face in her hands. "Oh my God. We're surrounded by idiots."

[]....this is like a train wreck. It's horrifying (in its stupidity), but you just can't stop watching...
[]Mizore has the right idea.
[]...stop watching, start doing something about it.
-[]Drag Tsukune out of view from the Sorcerer's Apprentice and prompt him for a recap.
-[](write-in)

 

[EvaUnit01]

Mizore has her face in her hands. "Oh my God, we're surrounded by idiots."

[X]Mizore has the right idea.

You sigh, and lower your hat in order to cover the top half of your face. "Yeah, it's a real pain in the ass, all right."

Observing the spectacle through finger windows and lidded eyes, she blearily asks, "...you want me to help?"

-[X]...stop watching, start doing something about it.

You shrug, tell her to just do what she wants, and make your way to drag Tsukune out of the enchanted brooms that are dogpiling him. Mizore sighs in reply, before disappearing somewhere. Probably to peep on you from inside the ceiling, or something.
[X] Go straight for Tsukune, grab him, haul ass outta there.

You take a moment to begin the special breathing, and charge up your Ripple. This is really probably gonna suck, but you're not inclined to beat the tar out of a little kid right now.

The golden aura of the Ripple faintly glowing around you, you charge toward the mass of brooms assaulting Tsukune.

Yukari sees your attempt at interference, and narrows her eyes. "I don't have any quarrel with you, Jojo-senpai..."

She then laughs, haughtily. You get the feeling she's trying to sound like an evil overlady out of an anime or something, but it just highlights how much of a friggin' kid she is.
"...but Tsukune Aono must be punished for his arrogance in daring to come near my Moka!"

Now some of the brooms are flying at you. ...wonderful.

- [X] Smash the brooms as they get in your way.

Fortunately, you're an experienced fighter, with countless street brawls and other assorted asskickings under your belt. So it's only minimal trouble for you to intercept brooms that get too close and smash them into splinters with a punch or a kick.

Yukari's eyes flash dangerously; she might be about to step up her gam-

All of a sudden, Moka lets out a shriek of surprise and points out the window in the most over-dramatic manner possible. "T-that's a space pony, isn't it?! W-with pink stardust, and... a-and an alien storybook princess in a big poofy space suit, and things like that?!"

...it is, without a doubt, the single most horrible attempt at a distraction you have ever heard. You feel horrible for making use of it if it works. You really hope Moka feels horrible for having even thought of it, much less having uttered it aloud.

And then the brooms immediately fall to the floor, lifeless.

"REALLY?! OHMIGOSH WHERE?!"

...Yukari completely and totally fell for it.

-[x]Drag Tsukune out of view from the Sorcerer's Apprentice and prompt him for a recap.

As you grab Tsukune by the back of his uniform collar and drag him out of this mess, your soul burns with shame felt on Yukari's behalf.

______

A few minutes afterward, you've taken refuge in the library, hoping that an alleged academic like Yukari will respect the quiet sanctity of the place.

"Th-thanks," Aono huffs and heaves, "for saving me, senpai."

You shake off his gratitude. "I get the feeling that this is one major pain in the ass I've involved myself in, and in the larger sense, I don't give a damn. ..but I suppose I should ask anyway. What the hell started this mess."

Tsukune scowls. "Well, you've probably either seen, or guessed the biggest part of it, senpai. You were there when Moka stepped in and gave Yukari's class rep that scolding in front of everyone, right?"

You nod. For a split-second, you get the sense of a yellow filter imposed between you, and the world around you. The impression abruptly ceases, and you're left wondering if it even happened at all.
"Well, it seems like Yukari decided then and there that she was head-over-heels in love with Moka, especially after spending about five minutes to get to know how... you know... nice she is."

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Tsukune pauses, and then amends his testimony. "Actually it seems like she'd been crushing Moka for a while now, but was never able to meet up with her until today."

Wonderful. "Let me guess. Yukari made some half-hearted appeal to Moka's sympathy. And because your girlfriend's a total pushover, it went off without a hitch."

You ignore Tsukune's indignant and embarassed spluttering response to your bluntness, inferring from the rest of his reaction that you were pretty much spot-on.

"And then what?"

Tsukune attempts to regain his composure, nervously scratching at his cheek. "...I think that's about the time you came into the picture, senpai."

...so, that's the situation.

You begin to remind Tsukune that he just got his ass kicked by a little girl, when one of your clubmates urgently taps on the window to get your attention. It's that little guy who manned the recruitment booth... Kazama, you think his name was?

Seeing that the librarian isn't around, you open the window. "Problem?"

Highly distressed, Kazama says, "Those jerks in the wrestling club stole our entire stock of motor oil and said they're going to use it to lubricate their bodies for a public exhibition tournament!"

This immediately grabs your attention, and you grit your teeth in fury. "Those... bastards... There's no way in hell our budget can cover the loss from that...!"

You start to climb out the open window, so that Kazama can lead you to the oil thieves. At the last moment, you turn back to Tsukune. "Unless you're seriously going to ask me to save you from a little girl with a magic stick, I'm heading out."

____

You are Tsukune Aono.

[]...you're screwed, and can't do anything without Moka or as a crutch. You have to make this clear to him!
[]...nah, you've got this covered. The mechanics club needs senpai's help way more than you do.

 

[TehChron]

It had been simple enough, really.

A matter of basic necessity. An understanding of the laws of nature, something held true in the wild and in civilization as well. When the strong were lacking in resources, they hunted. They found what they needed.

And they took it, simply because they were stronger.

It was obvious.

The wrestling team had seen an unprecedented boon in membership applications after the Club Recruitment Day. Where the Karate Club was content to rip off potential freshmen out of their pocket money with that cute little scam of theirs to line their collective pockets, the Wrestling Club stuck to the age old appeal to all monsters.

Strength. Is all.

That Matters.

The Captain himself, Chopper Rikiishi, had lead their booth, his impressively built human form standing atop a well-lit catwalk, the glistening oil covering him catching the light just so as to project a beam of illumination, not unlike a searchlight, attracting the attention of multitudes of freshmen.

They had been a bit more successful than they had imagined they would be, especially since other Martial Arts clubs were either terrible at advertising, like the Kendo Club, or were driven entirely by self interest or misplaced elitism, like the Karate Club. They missed the point, really, and so the Wrestling Club welcomed all comers with open arms.

For Strength was all that mattered, and the new blood would only ever increase the power of the Wrestling Club.

It was inevitable that the piddling budget that the Student Council had assigned for them at the beginning of the year wouldn't suffice, between the ridiculously high cost of their recruitment booth and the costs of supplying all of their new members. The first thing they ran out of, embarrassingly, was oil to slick up their muscles to provide the authentic grappling experience.

Which was where the laws of the wild kicked in, and Chopper Rikiishi set out to reallocate misplaced resources into the hands of those better suited for them. The strong.

The mechanics club was only an obvious target. All that time spent with machines, as if a real monster needed a machine to do the work that they could handle entirely on their own! It had been the work of minutes to go into the club, and then pose menacingly up until the spineless members of the Mechanics club handed over their oil. Besides, they could afford it. The Mechanics Club probably had far more of a budget than they had any right to, given all that expensive machinery and other supplies they had in their assigned clubroom.

Chopper had thought the matter finished.

"That's him, Kujo! That's the guy that stole the motor oil!" The wrestling club captain looked up, his expression twisting into a scowl at the reedy shout of the limp wristed little weakling he had scared into handing him the oil he was even now using to raise his pecs to their peak.

"Huh?" He turned around, locking his eyes onto the guy who had shouted, who seemed to only have eyes for a massive monster draped in a flowing black trenchcoat, wearing a hat that seemed to melt directly into his hair. The disguised troll chuckled at the poor transformation from the new arrival. Someone who couldn't even handle the basics was probably no threat.

"Welcome to the wrestling club, kiddo." Rikiishi said, standing up to his disguised forms full height, cracking his neck intimidatingly as his arms spread out in welcome, "So you supposed to be the guardian angel of those weaklings over the mechanics club?"

"…" The guy, Kujo, simply stared at him silently before looking back towards the loser he had accompanied, "Does the guy even know what he's costing us?"

"I tried explaining it to him when he came by, but he didn't really seem to pay attention." The taller guy pulled down the brim of his hat, covering his eyes as he grimaced.

"Tch, stupid muscleheaded freak." He turned back towards the rest of the Wrestling Club, "Oi, idiots. Hand over the goods before I have to get rough with you."

Rikiishi laughed, flexing his pecs, each one bulging up slightly more after he flexed them, "You think you can just walk right into here? The strongest club in all of Youkai academy, and just make demands like that?"

He snapped his fingers as he continued to grow in size, gradually growing to dwarf even the tall newcomer, "YOUKAI ACADEMY WRESTLING CLUB! AAAASSEEEEMBLE!"

It was then! In that moment!

The massive clubroom exploded in the light of dozens of technicolor fireworks going off in a rainbow of flame! As sparklers filled the air, first one, then two, then three figures began approaching from behind the massive ring in the clubroom's center. Shadowed by the contrast of light and the size of the ring shielding them from it's glare, three became half a dozen, then a full dozen, until finally a horde of tall, well muscled silhouettes stood before Kujo, his tall form completely overshadowed by their countenances!

"BEHOLD!" Rikiishi shouted, his arms held out to the heavens!

"The STRONGEST!" A light flashed from the center of the ring, casting a shadow over Kujo's expression.

"The BRAVEST!" Another explosion went off directly behind Rikiishi, casting his silhouette all over the rest of those in attendance.

"The UNDEFEATED!" A third flash erupted from the entrance, illuminating the several dozen well muscled, posing figures standing before the still unresponsive Jotaro.

"CHAMPIONS OF THE YOUKAI WORLD!" A final light erupted from the center ring, lighting up the entire room in the cascade of falling sparks.

"OUR ONE, AND ONLY! WREEEEESSTTLIIIING CLUUUUUUUB!" Rikiishi smirked, looking down upon Kujo even as he stood, his arms flexing as he posed behind his men, overshadowing all of them.

"Does a little man like you truly think he can overcome our collective strength?!" A trio of deafening booms went off behind them, "Don't make me laugh!"

As the explosions die down, the only sound left in the room if that of two incredibly tough objects grinding together.

"Oi. You done?"

Rikiishi's eyes narrow, taking in the sight of the smaller man's expression, even as he and the rest of his club began looking around, trying to identify the source of the noise.

"I said…" Rikiishi finally looked down, his eyes widening, "You people done?" He watches as the other students mouth closes, and the sound picks up again.

And so the source of that sound reveals itself! The mysterious grinding noise is none other than that made by the grinding of Jotaru Kujo's teeth!

"No…" Rikiishi says, smirking to himself, "But YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE! WRESTLING CLUB! ROYAL RUMBLE FORMATION!"

"Yare yare daze…" A wall of muscle descends upon the member of the mechanics club, who only closes his two hands into fists, leveling a glare at the source of his impending doom!

"ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!!"

The room is suffused with a harsh golden light! As if the sun itself had descended into the holy sanctuary of the Wrestling Club! Accompanied by the sound of thousands of impacts upon solid flesh, the shadow that had attempted to snuff out the new source of this bright light is held aloft! Until slowly, so very slowly!

It is lifted into the air, in defiance of the very gravity beneath their feet!

"ORAAA!" With a final roar, dozens of bodies are scattered! Flying through the air and impacting against the many sets of training equipment, trophies, and other objects filling the home of the Youkai Academy Wrestling Club!

The fireworks and floodlights of before are swiftly drowned out, as a new dawn heralds the arrival of this latest absurdity, and Chopper Rikiishi is forced to take a step back in the face of it's overwhelming brilliance!

At the center of this golden illumination stands none other than the unharmed image of one Jotaro Kujo!

"Oi. You done yet?"

"I see that you're just not all talk after all, kid!" Rikiishi roars, taking a step forward, smirking confidently, "But taking out all those losers at the same time is what I call my morning exercise! Now let's see!" He takes another step, growing in height as he begins shedding his human features, "If you have!" A third step, and his hair begins receding, save for a line along the center of his skull which only begins to grow, "What! It! TAKES!" A fourth step, and his jaw distends, revealing sharpened teeth longer than most daggers!

"TO TAKE DOWN! THE CHAMP!" Rikiishi takes a final step, his hulking true form looming over Jotaro.

"So. A troll, huh?" The human mutters, finally taking a stance as his legs spread to shoulder width, "You get once chance." He says, cracking his knuckles, the sounds echoing like gunshots, "Hand it over."

A bell rings.

"AND THE MATCH BEGINS!" Rikiishi cries, a gaping smile spreading across his face as a gargantuan arms propels a massive fist towards the Japanese male. Jotaro's eyes widen, and he lifts up his arms to block the strike, which sends him flying through the air, crashing into the wall behind him!

"Is that all you got, Jabroniiiiiiiiiiiiii?!" The Wrestling club captain roars, laughing gaily, "You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to take back what was yours!" He says, flexing his muscles in such a way that it catches the light, reflecting it in a dazzling display of color!

Jotaro's eyes narrow, his lips turned into a frown, his hand reaches up, sliding over the brim of his cap, lowering it to shut out the glare. He then reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a notepad and pen, before beginning to flip it open and write something down.

"The heck do you think you're doing, taking down notes in the middle of a match!?"

Apparently satisfied, Jotaro slips the writing tools back into his pocket, before stepping forward, taking a deep breath as he does so, and encasing himself once more in a golden aura!

"…" Jotaro steps forward, slowly, deliberately, the yellow light shining from him once more overpowering the dazzling display cast by the Wrestling Captain!

The champion frowns! His eyes narrowing in uncertainty! He had put all of his strength into that initial punch, and rather than go down instantly, now the challenger strode forward as if he hadn't managed anything at all!

"If that didn't stop you…Then try this one on for size!" The massive troll leaps forward, arms spread out as he reaches for the challenger! Jotaro looks up, his arms raised in a classic boxing stance! But the expected punch never comes!

Instead, the champions massive hands clasp the challengers appendages in a vice-like grip!

"Riiiiiiikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiishiiiiiiiiiii…" The Champion hisses, lifting Kujo over his head as if he were a rag doll! "DROP!" And with a mighty roar, Chopper Rikiishi slams Jotaro into the padded floor of the clubroom, cratering it effortlessly!

"AAAAND AAAAAAANOOOOTHAAAAA!" He roars! Lifting the smaller figure over the human for another go!

But!

Held in his outstretched hands is nothing but the challenger's large black overcoat! And hanging from it, the material twisted in his grip, is none other than the challenger himself!

His coat now removed, revealing his own ripped form, a solid sheathe of golden light begins coalescing around his legs!

"ORA!" And with a mighty roar of his own, the challenger slams his foot right into the champions face! And with a mighty hiss of breath and the sound of sizzling meat, Chopper Rikiishi's grip loosens!

With a pull, the challengers coat is yanked from one of Rikiishi's hands, and the other hand is wrapped in the material, used to soften Jotaro's descent as he falls to the ground!

In the next instant, both hands go to the champ's face, as he grips it in seeming agony! And as the fit of pain comes to an end, the angry red face of Chopper Rikiishi levels a deadly glare at the unaffected Jotaro Kujo!

"You…You're dead, punk!" He shouts, his labored breathing forming a fine mist in front of him!

"Yare yare daze, woman. I've got this." Jotaro says, looking off to the side, where a ventilation grate is covered in a thick frost!

"You think you can take me all by yourself, Kujooooooooo?!" Rikiishi roars, this interaction and dismissal not being lost upon him! With a great scream he rears his arms up, and charges forward to his opponent!

"Riiiikiiiiishiiiiii…" His hands are stretched out towards the challenger once more, intent to lock him into his invincible grip!

But!

In a single smooth, fluid motion, Kujo steps back!

His coat snaps out, the sleeve whipping around Rikiishi's head with a yellow bolt of energy traveling along it's slicked up surface!

As the champ's eyes widen, Kujo's free hand grips the edge of his hat, tilting it forward!

"Yare yare, consider this payback for the oil you used."

"…What?!"

"OVERDRIVE!" And a torrent of yellow energy floods through the overcoat, slamming into the champs head! It engulfs him! And as his screams of agony echo through the club room, finally, his legs give out, and he falls to the ground unconscious!

The coat loosens it's grip, and the challenger wraps it around his arm, reaching into it's confines as he steps forward! He reaches the fallen form of the champion, just as the purple haired referee slides into place! In the next instant, the challenger is holding the notepad from earlier, tearing out a page from it as he rests his foot on the chest of Rikiishi for the pin!

"One!" The referee calls out, slamming her hand against the mat, "Two!" She does it again, marking the two count, "THREE!" The bell goes off, as Jotaro Kujo wins the match!!!!!

The ref grabs his hand, holding it up to announce his victory!

"Tsk, what a pain in the ass." The new champion grumbles, tossing a piece of paper onto the prone form of his vanquished opponent!

"Your receipt."

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Chopper Rikiishi, Mountain Troll: Retired

 

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Jotaro-senpai silently regards you for a moment, before going off to kick some ass elsewhere on campus.

...welp, you've committed to resolving the problem with Yukari, without his help.

What's your first step going to be?

[]Confront Yukari and attempt to reason with her at the first opportunity. You've got to somehow make her understand that she doesn't get excused for her actions just because she's a little girl.
[]Come to think of it, you're not very knowledgeable about Witches... maybe you should ask Kurumu or Gin-senpai for information?