Super Crazy Kung Fu

Tsubame Yuunagi could tell that something was amiss the moment that she eyed Akio brawling. However, it was also a fact that gang violence had made its way onto school grounds, something that she wouldn’t allow. She instinctively drew her iron fans. Her authority gave her the right to butt in and handle things appropriately.

She blew sharply between her fingers to invoke a whistle, and suddenly, a team of disciplinary members lined up beside her.

“It’s clean up time.”

Tsubame’s gaze lingered on how confident Akio’s poise was, a difference from how he usually acted. He was fighting back to back with a surprising ally. Deciding that he could take care of himself, she directed her attention to the school gates, where some of the students were facing rougher odds. If things went on for much longer, it would damage Shiomizu High’s reputation.

She marched forward, metal fans drawn. With a flick of the wrist, she sent a closed one forward. It slammed into the face of a street thug, stopping him from delivering a crippling blow that would leave a student on the injury roster for the rest of the season. The other fan flew out of her hand and plugged the mouth of a screaming thug, who had been barking orders to the rest. Everyone around him paused as their apparent leader clammed up and spit out the instrument, checking if he had lost any teeth. Feeling only bleeding gums, he angrily pointed at Tsubame.

“GET THAT WENCH!”

No one bothered to question why a high school girl would dare to confront an entire street gang by messing with the leader first. They simply charged forward with outstretched hands, ready to pull her to the ground. A few broke into grins at the thought of how to ‘punish’ her.

The first ones to reach her had no way of knowing that they would find themselves hitting asphalt moments later after a quick trip via Air Tsubame.

The leader’s eyes bugged out for a moment. In an instant, five of his men looked like they had been plucked from the air by an invisible hand before being flung over the wall and into the road beyond. The blare of car horns and the screech of tires sounded, leaving their fates in question.

As if their imagination had fooled them, some of their fellow crew looked at each other before deciding to punch her anyway. But then, imagination came at them like a semi-truck. Their bodies were tossed like ragdolls, rolling over and over until they were thoroughly coated in dirt.

Tsubame walked forward, eyeing the leader once again. A bead of sweat dropped from his brow before he yelled.

“You can’t fool me! I know kung fu!”

As if showing off, he proceeded to whip out his arms and make palm thrusts to demonstrate his skill. He charged forward with a battle cry and jumped forward with a windmill kick.

Watching as the foot approached her, she tucked her body inside of the kicking range and swiftly grabbed his leg. Using the momentum of his larger body, she pulled down hard like the swing of an axe. He may have known kung fu, but Tsubame was a master at it. In an instant, she became the fulcrum to perfectly divert all momentum as she wished.

That single action rotated the leader’s body into a high-speed spin, slamming him straight into the ground and hard enough to shake the entire field.

His eyes rolled back, his breath squeezed out of his lungs, and a disturbing crack sounded from his spine. It was an instant takedown that Tsubame specialized in against larger opponents. There were few things that she could not stop by using their own force against them.

The sheer bang of that slam had stopped the battle at the gates, causing the sports teams to back off, knowing who they were dealing with.

That left the street gangs frozen agape, not believing that there was another Misaki Haibara level of disaster before them. Several wised up and found strength in their legs to escape. A few stragglers looked around, petrified, as Tsubame casually walked over to them.

The closest one flinched as she reached out, shutting his eyes from the danger. However, Tsubame was merciful to those that had surrendered. She simply plucked him by the collar, dragging him and another by him on the ground before dumping them outside the gate like the trash they were.

Seeing this gesture, the rest took the hint and bowed before sheepishly making their getaway.

“What are all of you looking at? Show’s over. Return to practice.”

“YES, MA’AM!” The teams saluted and marched away, making single-file lines by sport as if to make extra sure that they were following rules. Filling in where they were, the disciplinary committee went over with stretchers to retrieve any students that had been knocked out in the fight.

“Now that the source has been cut off…”

Tsubame turned to see the remaining mob that had broken through. Her eyes landed on Wada for several minutes, staring as he swung the bat around him. His strikes were rough and amateurish, enough for her to realize that he was desperately trying to act bigger than himself.

However, they hit with a grit that came from someone digging deep. He took the unavoidable blows, pushed through, and fought back like he had no other choice.

“Uh, Yuunagi-san. We are just about finished here. What are your next orders?”

Tsubame blinked and realized the warmth in her cheeks, turning quickly to hide them. Her eyes peeked over to the junior member who had poised an innocent question, and fortunately, hadn’t read her mood.

“Follow me. We have more pests to trap and release.”

Tsubame ran forward, making a beeline for the crowd. As she did, a large student in a baseball uniform broke free, dual bats swinging all around him. He charged forward, not realizing that she was in his path. By pure instinct, she dove in, both hands stabbing him by the armpits to stop his assault.

One weapon flew out of his left hand, but the other remained, a testament to his strong batting grip. He wobbled uncontrollably from the imbalance.

Rather than try to unsteady him, Tsubame reached down and scooped up one leg. The added momentum sent him into a full backflip before he landed hard on the ground. She would let her underlings check for injuries.

Tsubame’s eyes were already on Akio as he, too, broke through the crowd. He held his weapon high for the next strike, proud and mighty. It looked cute how hard he was trying.

“Hold on there, lover boy,” she smiled while saying that.

Another leg sweep and he was in the air as well. But rather than let him fall, she followed his trajectory and caught him in her arms. The clatter of his weapon seemed to snap him out of his shock. Their faces were close, enough for Tsubame to clench her jaw shut to keep herself from saying something dumb. Wada finally seemed to regain his bearings.

“Y-Yuunagi?”

“Trouble, trouble, and more trouble with you. I thought it was strangely calm this past week, given Haibara-san hasn’t been around. But if I had to guess, that has something to do with you, doesn’t it?”

“I can fill you in later. But first, what happened to Tanimura?”

Tsubame clenched her fingers, a bit miffed that he was worrying about someone else, and it was not even Haibara. She hid the pout on her lips as Wada turned to check on the baseball guy. Watching their exchange with growing impatience, she finally interrupted.

“Wada-kun, you’re not light.”

She heaved him out of her arms in spite. When she saw him looking back at the crowd still inching for a fight, and then at her, she finally put her foot down.

“Stand down, Wada-kun. It’s not your job to protect this place. I have no mercy for those who break the school rules.”

Wada was already full of bruises and scrapes. It wouldn’t do to have him get hurt over something so trivial. Not when it was her responsibility for the school’s safety. What he did outside was not as much her concern. But ‘they’ decided to do their business on her turf.

She gladly slapped the outstretched hand, seeing Wada give her the okay to let loose. Walking forward in his stead, the remaining thugs had clearly not observed what had happened moments ago to the rest of their gang.

“Who’s this chick? Don’t be so angry. We’re just here for a little fun.”

“Did we hit a nerve? Picking on your crush or something? Ain’t that rich?”

The two that approached her mockingly with laughter suddenly found nothing to joke about anymore. Their bodies stiffened. Their eyes bulged. In their moment of horsing around, they hadn’t caught Tsubame with an outstretched finger on each hand, stabbing right into their neck.

“Have you heard of pressure points? It’s an excellent way to stop anyone in their tracks. Or in this case, shutting up some idiots who don’t have any clue who they are messing with!”

Tsubame eyed another thug, who had tried to be sneaky while she was admonishing the first two. She grabbed a haymaker swinging wide, planting her foot down and putting her full strength into the throw. The thug’s body caught air, held only by the arm that Tsubame gripped.

As if matching Wada’s stride, his body formed a makeshift bat that swatted the first two like teeballs, sending them into the unexpecting crowd. Making another full rotation, she finally let go and sent the remaining guy forward like a spinning bat.

The weak cowered, and the battle-hardened clenched. A few broke from the crowd to attack Tsubame, who scoffed at them for their foolish decisions. Strength met the versatility of Chinese martial arts, a flow like water swirling around outstretched limbs before they are drowned by the depths.

But instead of water, faces collided into dirt and grass. Bodies rolled and tumbled like marbles lost. In an instant, all those that attacked had scattered like a wave crashing into an unmovable cliff. It was art in motion.

A slow clap broke the silence that had come over the battlefield from the instant victory.

“Damn, Yuunagi. I always forget since Misaki weathers your blows so well, but your movements are pure cinema. If I hadn’t experienced how easily it could end me, it’d be so damn hot.”

“You’re still standing there, Wada-kun. I can easily arrange for that!”

“You know what, I think I’ll go check on Tanimura. Thanks for the tag in. Chinese kung fu, hell yeah!”

“It’s not kung fu…”

Tsubame eyed the backside of Wada making his escape. Her gaze turned to anyone who was still standing against her, making sure her point came across. There were no quip backs as feet hit the ground, the knowledge that Tsubame Yuunagi could easily go toe-to-toe with Misaki Haibara.

Word would soon break out that another legend of the streets prowled Yokohama. Getting into a fight on her turf meant an attempt to strike down a god itself.

“What the hell is all this about anyways? I shouldn’t have let Wada-kun escape like that.”

Having gotten in gear for a fight, she had forgotten to grill him about the whole ordeal. She sighed and shrugged as things had finally settled down.

Knowing him, this is hardly the last of his troubles.

Tsubame didn’t know what to do about him. Taking things in her own hands would get her in trouble if she fought outside school where she didn’t have permission to act. Getting involved with street gangs was something that would disgrace her family, no matter what the reason was for interjecting.

While she was thinking this, she spotted a hockey mask on the ground, probably left behind by a sports member. She picked it up, holding it before her face. Her tendency to overthink things kicked into full gear.

“Perhaps… no, never mind.”

She tossed the mask aside, letting a disciplinary member catch it.