Nonki's Brawler Heart

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Nonki would be walking on this very port area, the pelicans chirping as they flew around the nice blue sky, the crowds of people walking all around exchanging words back and forth with one another and then there was Nonki, who was walking all cheerfully but also considering it a bother that he has to walk to the market around here but today, he wasn’t showing his drossy side yet. He found a nice little jackpot, 15 Trackers just lying around as he made his way here. 15 of the damn things, he would tell himself he would be eating well tonight, eat well and then start on training in something, what though he was un sure of. As he was walking somewhat cheerfully he would be tossing this nice sized pouch of Trackers up in the air and then back down to his hand. It would be like someone tossing a baseball up and down as they would taunt it at the batter. As he was walking however, he would be walking towards one building. It was giving out quite a fuss and most of the people at the port would turn there attention towards it. Nonki wouldn’t however, until…

The man or the people causing the ruckus around that one building would soon be shown. It was a large man, seemed like he was a drunk but a warrior type of fighting. He would be pushed out of what was thought to be a bar. When he was pushed, his back would ram into Nonki, when it did Nonki would sort of be pushed a bit. Not falling to the ground but it would be like you just shoving someone. When that happened he would drop his pouch of what he would call his jackpot, when that happened he would look over at the pouch as the man that had shoved him from behind, not meaning to would fall to his bottom, near Nonki. The man seemed to be in his late 30’s maybe early 40’s, he would look at Nonki as Nonki would bend his upper body down to pick up his bag of treasure so to speak. When he was picking it up he would let out.

“Watch where you’re walking you big piece of donkey shit.”

Nonki had grabbed his pouch of treasure as he would bring his upper body back up, when he said this he didn’t say it loud but he said it enough for this man to hear him. The man wouldn’t know what to say, how to reply to this kid, well that’s what you would think, but the man would get up. It was a slow getting up, using ones hands and knees like a baby that would get up while they are still just learning to walk.

“The hell did you say to me boy?”

He would say this as he would walk over to Nonki, Nonki wouldn’t show any sign of fear. All though he would admit the man size would baffle him a bit; he would just walk past him with the simple reply.

“I said, watch where you’re walking you big piece of donkey shit.”

The man was quite shocked he didn’t hesitate much when he said this. While Nonki was walking past him, the man would realize where his katana was placed, around his waist on the right side, must have meant this kid was a fighter. You could tell this big man wasn’t the smartest crown in the box but as he stood there wondering who this kid was, he would then have a sudden flash of light, this kid was a fellow brawler! That’s what would be going threw this mans head. He would speed up to where the kid was walking and would stand near him, to talk to the boy. When Nonki saw his big shadow stand near him by traveling his eye’s over near the man shadow he would then start to tell himself in his head. This big guy is starting to become a bother, just leave me the hell alone, I need to cash in my jackpot.

“You’re a fellow brawler aren’t you boy?”

Nonki in reply would just softly shake his head in the no motion. When he did he wondered what these Brawlers are, was it a fighting style, a group, the hell was it. While he continued to walk the man would continue to follow him. When the big man saw this he would put his finger to his mouth, when he did this it would mean he was thinking but you would never know what, the man isn’t, as already stated, the smartest cookie in the cookie jar. His mind would be racing with thoughts like, I’m almost certain this kid is a Brawler; he just did the Chouba taunt. Well, if he isn’t he is now, I’m going to offer the kid to learn the style from me, he would say. This boy interests me a bit; Nonki wouldn’t know what the man was thinking but at this point, while they had still been walking, Nonki had reached his destination.[/ul]

[I C H I R O™]

lul Big piece of donkey shit...

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• D Class - Five Meters Knock back
  
• C Class - Fifteen Meters Knock back
  
• B Class - Twenty Five Meters Knock back - 10% Chance Bones may Break
  
• A Class - Forty Meters Knock back - 30% Chance Bones may Break
  
• S Class - Sixty Meters Knock back - 50% Chance Bones may Break

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Nonki would be walking down the port again; he had been planning to head towards the training facility or area for Kenjutsu so he can master his first style. While walking however he would still be followed by this big oaf and he wanted to know why. So while Nonki would rest his right arm against the handles of his swords he would ask this man who was munching on his power bar curtsey of Nonki. Nonki would then turn around to face the man.

“Why the hell are you following me?”

The big oaf would look at Nonki as he had half of the power bar in his mouth. As he was looking at him he would start to chew on it, for a while he would chew on it. While he was chewing on it Nonki would just huff, telling himself what a hassle. Upon the man swallowing it however he would reply to Nonki’s question.

“You paid for the power bar, so in return I’ll help you master the Brawler fighting style.”

Nonki still had no clue what this fighting style was, but if it helped him become stronger he figured why the hell not. He would just simply reply to the man as he turned his eyes back over to him.

“Ok, well, let’s start right here.”

The man would kind of be shocked, not expecting to want to start so soon and Nonki thought it was a hassle to train but he would have to start one day or another if he ever wanted to return home to beat his father so, why the hell not start now he figured. The man would slowly bend down when he heard this and turn his cheek to the left of Nonki while he was bet down. With the man cheek facing Nonki, he would just say.

“Ok, punch me, give me a good licking.”

What the hell, Nonki would ask himself. Type of technique is this, he wants me to punch him, does he want his ass to be kicked or is he going to teach me the style of a Brawler? It’s kind of odd but whatever, if he wants a face full of fist then I’ll give it to him, he just better not cry when I punch him. Nonki would move his right arm off his swords handles which he had them there to rest them on that area and would now look at his fist, this is so stupid but telling him that would be to much of a hassle, so with that Nonki would clench his fist and use his force to ram it into this mans cheek. Once he did, his fist would be imprinted in his cheek but the man wouldn’t budge, he would stand there with a fist against his cheek but he would have the facial expression like he was still waiting for the punch.

"All right kid, whenever you're ready to punch me then have at it, just don't wait to long."

Nonki would give out a slight sigh of confusion, like someone would sigh or huff or whatever when they heard something or saw something they totally didn’t expect, with his eyes opening up just softly.

“My, my fist is rammed against your cheek already.”

The man would turn his attention to his right side, he would scan his eyes over to the corners and would take a look, sure enough Nonki’s fist was pressed against his cheek firmly but the man had felt nothing, not a scratch or even a little sting. Hell he didn’t even move. When he saw this he would tell himself, Wow, this kid talks like a Brawler but has no muscles of a Brawler. Jeez, I thought I had a real winner here but instead it’s going to be a while before he can call himself a true Brawler. He would speak to Nonki however while Nonki had his fist still pressed firmly against the mans cheek.

“Jeez kid, you’re weak.”

Nonki would let out another sigh of shock, wow he would tell himself, he has a long way’s to go. His fist still rammed into the man cheek would let it release from his hand and reply to the man with a bit of anger. What the man had said got to him, and Nonki had a bit of an odd but humorous temper to him when you say something he doesn’t like to hear.

“How about I ram my fist up your ass, let’s see how weak that is!”

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The big oaf would chuckle softly when he heard Nonki say this, the kid sure as hell has a Brawlers mouth he would tell himself. It’s why he had agreed to train this kid in the first place, or help him rather. It’s also why he thought he had what it took to be a Brawler and he still does. However now, he thinks it’s going to be a longer road then he thought it would have been but that is fine with him, the kid makes him laugh every now and then and if he continues to have the heart to train then he’s all for training or helping the kid. He would then reply to the kid as he stood there still, with his right side to the kid and mainly is right cheek. When Nonki said what he had said earlier however, it caught the attention of the people, but most had been caught by the fact that he punched him, half of them knew what he was trying to do, while the other half thought the kid was trying to pick a fight with this man.

“Alright kid, give me another shot on the cheek just, well, put more power to it.”

Nonki would look at the man as he stood there with his cheek almost in front of Nonki’s face. Put more power to it he would tell himself, ok mister obvious. Jesus, I may be weak but this guy is shit for brains. I’ve come to help you master the Brawler fighting style, but I just don’t know how to teach, I barley learned how to well, learn it. Nonki would be saying all these things in his mind, mimicking this man, who he didn’t even know the name of. With Nonki’s arms to his sides however, he would bring his right arm up to the view of his eyes and clench it into a fist, well more power he would tell himself, the hell does that mean. More power, pssh, what type of clue was that. Nonki would then clench his fist again and move his eyes up to this man cheek. When he did he was about ready to try the punch again, hoping he would add more power to it, even though that seemed about as stupid as a hint as the man himself. While he brought his fist back, people started to watch on, wondering if the kid would actually get it down this time.

Nonki after bring his fist back again would lunge it straight towards the big oaf hoping this time he would finally get it down. As he lunged it forward his fist would press straight up against the big oaf’s cheek again, and again, the big oaf would be standing there. He would give the reaction like he didn’t feeling anything, it was because the big oaf was a master or has mastered the Brawler fighting style so he just has really tough skin. Nonki would try to push his fist up against the man cheek trying to actually get some type of push or momentum into the punch just so he could nudge or something. He wasn’t getting a thing however. Some of the people watching would start to huff. One would give out a shout of something as he walked by.

“You’re weak kid, just give up the whole fighting life style.”

Once Nonki heard that he would bring his fist away from the man’s cheek and curl the fist up as he would bring it to his side but pointed up a bit, he would yell back as he looked out into the crowd.

“Say that again, I dare you, I’ll ram my fist into your face like I was a pigeon that just took a shit on you!”

The man that was standing there wanting the kid to punch would just shake his head, he was dumb but he could tell when the kid just needed to continue and he would eventually get it down. As he looked over at him, Nonki would still have his fist curled up looking out at the crowd wondering who said that. Most of them had went about there daily lives now, not paying any attention to what was suppose to be Nonki’s training but it seemed more like a small sample of a circus show so to speak. When no one would say anything about speaking out he would just give out a slight huff as he turned his attention back to this big stupid man. Before he turned his attention fully back on this man however he would just softly say out to whoever said the first thing.

“Bastard…”

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As the big oaf would look on as Nonki would say this he would somewhat smile, this kid has a true Brawler heart he would say to himself. He was just a big oaf however so what would he know. As he looked on as well and Nonki turned his attention back to this man that he still had no idea what his name was, he was punching him for who knows how long, or well ramming his fist into his cheek with no effects for a while but he didn’t know his name. The big oaf is what he would consider him, but he figured he would eventually figure out his name. For now however he needed to get some type of effect from this technique and he was clueless as how. He also needed to stop looking like some weak little shit as well, which would have to come by getting this man he was punching, to at least feel the effects of his punch. The big oaf, still having his cheek in front of Nonki would still be smirking before saying.

“Come on kid, time to actually get some type of effect from this technique, last try is all on this punch. Follow threw with the punch as well, don’t just punch and say you’re done, intend to try and break my cheek bone kid, now hit me damn it!”

Nonki would start to turn around; if he was going to do this he would need momentum he would tell himself. The big oaf so to speak was wondering why he was backing away and walking away from him for a second before he realized that he had told him to follow threw, so he figured that the kid was going to follow threw by going into the punch with his speed. He didn’t know how fast Nonki was and at the present time, Nonki wasn’t that fast so it’s nothing really special or nothing that one could brag about but it was better then just standing there going into the punch. While he started to walk away from this big oaf he would sort of saying with a loud voice, directed towards this man he was punching. He would say this since this whole technique was becoming a huge hassle and it was a big pain in the ass.

“I’m going to bruise your cheek to where people will ask if you smeared shit all over it.”

The big oaf would just smirk softly, damn this kid had a Brawler attitude he would tell himself. You would start to wonder if this big oaf wasn’t really that much of an oaf and actually some had brain power, but Nonki would get to know the man well as they would be traveling with each other, the man wanted to travel with him to teach him the Brawler style. He doesn’t really have an explanation as to why he wants to travel with the kid other then he thinks the kid has a tiny bit of potential he just needs to bring it out more. Hopefully he can bring that potential out so the kid will be something some day, or he’ll just be some no name scum living off of other people’s money. It was to soon to tell but he did have a chance to be a great fighter.

Nonki figured he had gotten a good distance from the man however, it was actually to long and Nonki knew that. He just wanted to make sure he could gain as much speed as he possibly could, he then turned around as he rolled up his outdoor robe a bit, just to give that bad ass effect to it. When he curled up his fist he would smirk as he started to run towards this big ass oaf of a man. While he ran he would use a Shunshin to gain more speed, upon using this Shunshin and being less the 6 meters away, he would already be around the area of the man and pretty much already be in motion of just a normal punch to the cheek. He had to make sure it was with power just to master the Brawler type of punch. When he did punch this man, this time he would feel the effects just lightly and it would cause him to stumble to steps to the side, away from Nonki’s area. When that happened, some of the people that had still been watching would cheer just a bit.

“Wait to go weak shit, you did it!”

When Nonki heard this he would just give a face like -_- as he was still in motion from the punches follow through.[/ul]

[Captain M]

Damn my Brawler Heart almost stopped.

Learned boyo

And it's "Holy Cao"

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[/b] Holy cao, I'z has learned this technique. Thanks Rai and M, [does the robot].

Upon the big oaf taking a couple steps back and Nonki still in the motion from the punch, Nonki would slowly have his feet touch the ground as the big oaf had started to slowly regain his stepping. Nonki would start to think that he needed to master another hand to hand combat fighting style; this one just wasn’t sitting extremely well with him. Upon that thought, he would need to find another fighting style but he wouldn’t ignore this big oaf of a man, if he would like to travel with him, by all means he wouldn’t mind. This however would leave Nonki to try and find another fighting style, for now however he would just seek in the glory of finally getting this big piece of shit to move just a bit from the force of his punch.

Once he regained his foot and Nonki was standing, the big oaf would smile softly. The kid finally did it but even this oaf was starting to think he should try to master something with speed, with that speed he gained from just that punch; he couldn’t start to think about how strong the kid could be with a speed involved fighting style. As they looked at each other Nonki would think, he needed to find that Dojo that has a master of the Kenjutsu style in it. He needed to master his first sword style. Nonki as he looked at him though thought this guy could become a good friend.

“My names Nonki Musha of the Samurai family and I would enjoy it if you would join me in my journey.”

The big oaf would give out a soft smile.

“Nice to meet you kid, and I want to say I believe I led you into the wrong direction, Brawler isn’t for you kid, and your speed is too good for a Brawler. However, I would love to help you master which ever fight style you would like to master.”

Nonki would give out a soft smile.

“Awesome, well I need to find the Dojo around this area to hopefully master the Kenjutsu style.”

With that the big oaf would be this mans name, because he wouldn’t tell Nonki his name. Not because he didn’t want to, just because he didn’t think about it when Nonki would tell the man his name. He would just put his arms out like telling Nonki to lead the way. With that Nonki would turn his body to the right a little and begin his search for the Dojo.

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