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Tsukuyomi Kendo: Mikazuki, 月読剣道: 三日月 (Tsukuyomi Sword Style: CRESCENT MOON)

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Kamakura Kempo: Suishin, 鎌倉拳法: 推進 (Kamakura Style: DRIVE)

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Yamada's baton was buried deep into Suzuki's nose, just as Yamada's cheek contoured around Suzuki's fist. Both men stood in silence, waiting for the other to act. Then—three imperceptible strikes erupted from Yamada. His baton snapped toward Suzuki's neck, liver, and chest in rapid succession. Yamada's arm whipped and curved, moving with such fluid precision that the baton seemed an extension of his own body. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Suzuki's body bruised under the relentless blows, unable to block at such close range.

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Yamada's evil expression was permanently etched upon his face as his arms swung down, force exploding from his muscles as his baton inched closer to Suzuki's face. Kamakura Kempo: Suishin, 鎌倉拳法: 推進 (Kamakura Style: DRIVE) With no hesitation in his movements, Suzuki advanced forward. His body swayed as he moved, his rear leg supplying balance while his attacking leg trembled in the air, trying to root itself on the ground. His rear leg propelled his body forward, and once his motion had begun, Suzuki's attacking leg planted itself securely, adding propulsion to his advance. This guy, Suzuki Nakamura, is truly an idiot!! Yamada grinned as thoughts swirled in his mind. Is his plan just to launch himself into my baton?!

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His excited look quickly faded as the only person in the front office was the receptionist, who had no reaction to his declaration of rank. " How may I help you today, sir? " The woman spoke with a quiet soft voice. Looking up from her desk, Suzuki could now see her full face. Heart eyes popped out from his head. This girl was gorgeous! He had never seen a girl with such beauty before in his life. All of the girls in his highschool kind of resemble hobgoblins in a way. " Well not to flex or anything, but I'm the next Superintendent General. Gimme a few weeks and I've got the position secured, ya know? "

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One strike directly to the man's jaw. He was launched into the wall behind him that formed the alleyway. The man now lay groaning on the ground, but his punishment wasn't over. Suzuki began repeatedly stomping on his chest, humorous horns and tail sprouted from his body as he gained the expression of a devil. Even if he did fight for justice, he seemed to be a chaotic boy at heart.

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"Die."

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Muscles bulged from his arms as he struggled to keep up with the power of Suzuki's legs. It seemed Yamada had been able to react to the quick and precise blow. He moved his arm into a position where his baton blocked Suzuki's kick. Both his hands desperately gripped the baton, struggling to fend off Suzuki's leg.

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The young man—now Yamada—had taken Suzuki's words as an obvious threat. His fingers firmly grasped his police baton as he unsealed it in one quick movement. It spun in his hand in a circular twirl until he finally grabbed it.

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In one smooth motion, Suzuki burst forward. In the same breath as his thrust, his left leg raised off the ground. Energy generated from both his right and left legs surged through his body as he launched into motion, swelling into a devastating kick aimed at Yamada's head.

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