Drill Vs. Perceuse

Kaoru dodged a punch from a moving hoodie, which felt incredibly surreal to the boy. He tried to use his drill to destroy the living article of clothing, but it easily moved out of the way. “Pesky little thing!” The green-haired teen clicks his tongue as more of Kayoko’s minions start attacking him from all directions.

While he was busy dealing with that, the fashionista ran around the arena and used her power on the other clothes that were scattered all over. By the end, she had around 15 minions in total. “Alright! Now we’re ready!” She points to the boy. “Overwhelm him!”

The living clothes waste no time in obeying and quickly surround the green-haired teen, forcing him to divide his attention between many enemies. “Crap! Why are those things so fast!?” He frustratingly continues to try and hit them. “Hu- gah!”

With his attention solely on her minions, the fashionista was able to sneak in and hit her opponent on the back with an open palm strike. “Hah!” Before he could even register what was happening, she sneaked away and a walking pair of pants threw itself towards him.

“Gah!” He was quick enough to turn around and hit the pants with his drill, completely obliterating it. ‘Those little rats aren’t that durable, but they sure are fast!' Kaoru clicks his tongue. “Guess I have no choice!” Not wanting to give Kayoko another opportunity for a sneak attack, the boy leaps high into the air and shouts. “Hairstyle: Double Drill!” The big drill in his arm begins to shrink as another one forms on his other hand. “And-“ With what was left of his hair, the boy adds. “-Hairstyle: Stinger!” His last strands wrap around each other and form a fairly long scorpion stinger on the back of his head.

Another pair of pants jumps up towards the boy, but it gets hit with a kick. As it hits the ground, Kaoru falls on top of it and uses his smaller drill to slowly destroy the living pants.

His two drills were clearly weaker than the larger one, but they weren’t nearly as heavy, allowing him to react faster to any situation.

As a T-Shirt tried to sneak up on him, the boy’s hair stinger sprung out from the back of his head and impaled the shirt, then it tossed it towards other approaching clothing items.

From 13 to 12, to 10, to 8, her forces slowly began going down as Kayoko just watched from a safer distance. “Crap! He’s turning the tables!”

Now that Kaoru had fewer enemies to worry about, he locked eyes with the fashionista. “What? Not gonna approach anymore?” Using the stinger, he destroys another shirt.

The silver-haired teen clicks her tongue. “Disengage!” She shouts while snapping her fingers.

Instantly the surviving minions moved away from the boy and stopped by her side.

Currently, she has five clothes to make use of, not counting the ones she’s wearing. ‘Four scarves and a hoodie, that’s the only things I have.’ Biting her lower lip, the girl carefully watches her opponent’s movement. ‘It’s risky, but I have an idea.’ Taking a deep breath, she quickly runs up to the boy, making the audience gasp in surprise. As she runs, the remaining scarves slither up her left arm and fold themselves in a way that resembles a makeshift drill, just like the ones Kaoru is currently using, except even smaller and more looking more delicate. “Hah!” It begins spinning as she gets closer and closer.

The girl moves in and goes for a direct strike, which the boy takes as an opportunity to attack at the same time. Seeing how he was somewhat easily able to rip through the clothes with his hair-drills, he expected hers to simply explode as soon as they touched tips, however, to his surprise the makeshift drill managed to hold on pretty well. “Huh!?”

They clash for a second, before both fighters jump away. “Pretty neat what folding can do, eh?” Kayoko smiles as she prepares to advance in once again.

That was it.

The scarves folded themselves in a way that strengthens their outer layer, allowing it to increase their durability and possibly even their piercing strength.

“Heh, if anything, this ability of yours is indeed pretty neat.”

“Thank you, darling. So is yours!”

With a chuckle, the effeminate boy replies. “But it’s about time we end this.” Both his stinger and second drill disappear. “Can this copycat power of yours defeat the real thing?” The hair-drill on the boy’s right arm gets back to its original size.

Analyzing her current situation, the fashionista knew she couldn’t rely on keeping her distance anymore, she needed a decisive strike and fast. “Of course, it can!” Time to put her plan into action.

“Well then, let’s see which drill is the strongest!” Kaoru runs towards the silver-haired girl as his hair-drill begins to spin rapidly. “Let’s end this!”

‘It’s now or never!' The silver-haired teen goes forth, lifting her left arm and going for a clash. “Haaaaah!” The two drills come face-to-face but in the last moment, Kayoko’s just suddenly unfolds itself. “Got you!”

“What!?”

Using both her momentum and his, Kayoko moves past his drill while getting the left side of her body grazed by the spinning weapon. “Gah!” She trudges through the pain and moves past the green-haired boy.

As she moves past him, all four living scarves around her arm wrap themselves around the boy’s neck. “Guh! Argh!” He quickly loses air as the fashionista slides until stopping at a fairly good distance from him. “Y-Y-You-“ With his focus now broken, the boy’s drill dissipates as he gasps desperately for air. “Hugh!”

“Haaaah!” Kayoko holds onto the scarves with both of her hands and starts to pull on them.

“I-I- *gasp*!” Using the last of his concentration, the boy makes his hair turn into spears and tries to pierce the girl’s back.

“NOW!”

At her command, the forgotten hoodie jumps up and wraps itself around the boy’s torso, before using its sleeves to pound on Kaoru’s chest.

Now completely out of air, the green-haired teen couldn’t keep his Mahōgan ability working, and his hair retracts back.

“Let’s end this!” Kayoko plants her feet on the ground and swings the makeshift rope, lifting the boy off the ground and slamming him back down on the other side of the battlefield.

Silence fills the stadium and a tense moment passes, then the boy's body spasms for a couple of seconds, then stops as his eyes turn completely blank.

The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and aggressive shouting. Not that the fashionista minded any of that. She simply looked up at the clouded sky and smiled.

Izumi Kayoko had won!

***

A deafening silence fills the Headmistresses’ seats. Both women are completely shocked at this development.

“She… won?” Whispers the eldest of them, her eyes fixed at the silver-haired girl down on the arena.

 “…” The Kurohane leader just tightly closed her fist. “Useless idiot.” She murmurs to herself, before faking a smile. “Good job, that was a fantastic battle!” Says the blond while clapping her hands in an exaggerated manner.

“Y-Yeah. It was.”

“Would you do the honors?”

Once again the Yumehara leader pulled two pieces of paper from the basket and handed them to the younger woman.

***

Kayoko steps into the bench area and is greeted with the cheerful cries of her team.

“You did it!” Umiko shouts as everyone surrounds her. “You really did it!” The bluenette seemed ready to bust into tears.

“Way to go Izumi-san!” Says Hiroto with a smile.

“That was an amazing fight, you did really well.” The delinquent adds, also smirking.

Giving them a thumbs up, the fashionista chuckles. “You’re welcome.” She then groans while holding her the left side of her rib cage. “Urgh, but I won’t lie, that was quite the hard fight.”

“There’re some nurses waiting for you at the entrance to the changing room. Go have your wounds checked out.” George says and the girl nods. “Oh, and one more thing.” She stops and turns around to face him. “Good job.” The advisor smiles softly.

She returns the gesture, then walks out.

“The next fight has been decided!” Suddenly, the Kurohane Headmistress’s voice comes in, getting everyone’s attention. “The combatants are-“ She does a dramatic pause, then announces. “-Onimaru Ken and Nakai Katsuhito!”

“… damn.” The blond man sighs. “We really just got the worst luck possible, eh?”

“…” Cracking his knuckles, the delinquent replies. “Don’t worry, I got this.” He puts on a confident smile, he starts to make his way onto the arena.

Stepping into the battlefield, the black-haired boy teen comes face-to-face with his opponent.

Katsuhito was a fairly tall young man, with spiked-up black hair, fair skin, and blue triangular irises that were pointing down. His outfit is mostly just the usual Kurohane male uniform of a jet-black Gakuran, but his was completely open on the front.

“’Sup!” Greets the Kurohane student with a friendly smile on his face. “Man! I can’t believe I’ll be fighting the legendary delinquent kind of Sakuhama!” Sparkles of excitement practically fly off the boy’s eyes. “I’m so looking forward to this!”

“Are you ready?”

Ken chuckles as he cracks his neck. “Same.” With smirk and takes on his battle stance. “Let’s make this a good one, Nakai-san!”

“FIGHT!”