Kiri la Kill - Chapter 10

Saturday will be a double update! Celebrating both a special birthday, and the time when I will start posting this story on QQ and on akun!

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Aside from the little misadventure with the Honnouji Football Team that had Kiri almost missing his train, his journey to Tokyo was thankfully one that was without interruption. Making it seem as though the football team really had learned their lessons when it came to him.

When he said that the trip proceeded without interruption, Kiri of course didn’t mean that it all passed without a scene. Considering that the word had spread among his fellow passengers about his little altercation, there was

He was given a wide berth, his ticket inspected a little too thoroughly, before nearly his entire car was vacated by people, so that no one had to deal with him ‘going berserk’ apparently. He was able to take it on the chin, but the treatment rankled more than a fair bit.

He didn’t ask to be attacked by anyone, he didn’t ask to have his memories wiped, and he certainly didn’t ask to ‘look like a monster’ that everyone was wary of. But here he was, bearing the brunt of it all anyway.

Thankfully, the empty car gave Kiri plenty of time to pace away those issues, and focus his energies elsewhere… that being Honnouji Academy.

They knew who he was now, they had Kiri’s name. If that bus had any cameras, of if the weird uniforms they kept talking about had any cameras to record him, they also had a rough idea about his abilities. They would be on high alert about him, if they hadn’t already sent another batch of goons after him, that is.

Kiri hadn’t run into anyone that was capable of matching him just yet, but the fact that the ‘Red Card’ was capable of being fast enough to avoid his strikes, and could build enough momentum to take him off of his feet… it did not bode well for the future.

But Kiri was strangely not worried. Maybe he had faced worse, and maybe he had overcome. He couldn’t tell without access to his memories, it didn’t matter either way…

Because ‘giving up’ was not an option.

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Kiri had been right about a lot of things.

He was right in thinking he had faced worse and overcome, he was right in thinking that giving up was not an option for him. And he was even right to feel offput by the passengers’ treatment of him despite him being in the right.

One more thing he was right about, was how Honnouji already knew about his existence, and was already making their plans.

In the highest floors of Honnouji Academy, Kiryuin Satsuki sipped on her cup of bitter tea impassively, sounds of utter carnage and destruction being heard from the monitor in front of her… all the while her top lieutenants stood in front of her in yet another meeting of Honnouji’s Inner Circle.

“We don’t have video footage…” Sanageyama Uzu said with a mocking scoff, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off an oncoming headache. “Here I was thinking I couldn’t possibly regret giving Kosuke approval for that monstrosity.”

“Hmph.” Jakuzure Nonon was quick to strike while Sanageyama was down. “This was exactly the thing I was concerned about, your brutes utterly ruined any chance we had of peaceful contact with him.”

“My brutes?” Sanageyama wasn’t willing to take it lying down however, his nonchalant demeanor being disrupted in the face of the failure of the people he’d suggested for this mission. “You didn’t hear how he tore through a perfectly equipped club like they were made of tissue paper?”

“He was perfectly willing to talk things over, you fool.” Highlighting the part of the recording were Endo Kosuke, Captain of the Football Team, gave a weird and meandering speech about loyalty and competence, bulldozing all attempts on the part of the boy they were chasing to speak, before attacking him outright.

“It is highly likely, judging by the calmness of the boy’s tone, that he would have proven amenable.” Inumuta Hoka got his digs in as well, his fingers flying about his keyboard. “Here, I have constructed a simulation based on the data we have available.”

It spoke to the boy’s talent, and the resources he had at his disposal, that a simulation indeed appeared before them. Depicting the boy whose name they had learned to be Kirishima Eijiro, and the Football Team that he had torn through.

“Thankfully, while we were unable to gather footage of the fight while it was happening, we were able to employ forensic scans on the area.” Inumuta said, “And Kosuke and his teammates did give their own accounting of events.”

“Kosuke described his opponent as being skilled in martial arts… a variety of them judging by the abundant use of punches, kicks, and grappling described to me.” A pause. “I will inevitably have to mention, the Football team may be obfuscating information, or blowing certain things out of proportion to save face.”

“They will be punished when their lies come to light.” Kiryuin spoke, and everyone in the room nodded without saying a word in their defense.

The Elite Four of the Honnouji Academy watched, as the simulation did its best to construct the fight as perfectly as it could manage.

If one asked the person who’d been there and done that, and who had no intentions of obscuring anything due to saving face, they would have said that it was a pretty faithful and shockingly accurate recreation of events, had it not been for one little discrepancy.

“Our simulations runs into a predicament here.” Inumuta said, pausing the simulation right as Kirishima Eijiro was surrounded by the midfielders. “Where the team gets ready to destroy what they believed to be the boy’s supposed Goku Uniform, only to prove unable to manage.” The recording plays again, where Kiri and Kosuke exchange a few words.

“You… weren’t wearing a uniform?” The Captain asked, too slack jawed to even berate his team for being so useless. “But… how?!

“You really should have noticed that before you destroyed my clothes.” Kiri huffed, feeling more than a bit miffed at being naked, again.

“Leaving aside the possible lie.” Inumuta says. “This paints a concerning picture, that somehow… a boy we have no record of has either proven capable enough to get his hands on our Goku Uniforms without us knowing about it, or is strong enough to defeat Two-Star Uniforms without having one of his own.”

“Well, which one is the more unlikely one?” Nonon interjected. “I’d say the first!”

“Of course it’s the first.” Sanageyama scoffed. “Why would he be coming here otherwise?”

“Some of us here were strong, even before we put on our Uniforms.” Inumuta agreed. “And Lady Kiryuin can herself eliminate two-stars without needing a Goku Uniform of her own. Could this prove to be another case of that---” As admiring as his words were, however, Inumuta had forgotten one thing.

“FOOLISH INUMUTA!” Gamagoori made his presence known once again, utterly incensed as his shadow loomed over the Chair of Information and Strategy, flipping the boy’s chair so he could probably make his displeasure known. “ARE YOU SAYING THAT THIS GUTTER RAT IS SOMEHOW AN EQUAL TO LADY KIRYUIN?!”

He had been silent so far, because he was only concerned with the inner affairs of the school and the city that it oversaw… Slandering Satsuki Kiryuin was in his jurisdiction.

“Stand down, Gamagoori.” Kiryuin spoke, and once again, everyone in the room stood at attention. “The time for speculation is at an end… we will know all that we need to know when the boy brings himself to us, all that falls on us to do is to make sure to greet him properly…

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Kirishima Eijiro stood on the shorelines of Tokyo.

Fate it seemed, was not willing to be kind to him, as he gazed up at the island in the distance.

He had spent the last of his money on buying himself a spot on the ferry to Honno City Island, having not accounted for the money he would have to spend for an island considered to be the most expensive place in the world to live.

But strangely, he was fine with it.

He had well past the point of needing money it seemed, after having stepped off the train and trekked through the whole of Tokyo to get to this point, only stopping to buy himself a simple meal. He had tried desperately to not think of it as his final one, struck with a weird sense of melancholy in his solitude.

But all of that was gone now.

Kirishima Eijiro stepped foot on the island, and began walking up toward Honnouji Academy, preparing himself for yet another fight. This one no doubt to be the hardest of his short, memory-less existence.

He could feel the anticipation building.

That anticipation would become so much more, as he was given a look at the things that Honnouji Academy hid from the cameras.