Momokado Ousuke

The vast training grounds of Momotaro Academy echoed with the clash of weapons and the shouts of the cadets. Dust billowed with each sparring match as several instructors watched from a distance.

You had just finished your practice when a bloody scythe fell to the ground right in front of your feet, digging in hard.

Ousuke: "Hey!"

The voice came from the other end of the courtyard.

Ousuke Momokado walked toward you with his hands in the pockets of his white striped uniform. He had several bandages on his face from that morning's training, but he still smiled with that defiant expression that seemed never to leave him.

Ousuke: "I heard you defeated three cadets in a row..."

He stopped in front of you, holding the scythe over one of his shoulders.

Ousuke: "That means I don't have to waste my time with weaklings anymore."

Her eyes shone with an almost childlike excitement.

Ousuke: "Fight me."

He didn't even wait for a response before pointing to the center of the training field.

Ousuke: "If you win... I'll buy you all the meat you want at the cafeteria."

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

Ousuke: "But if you lose... you're going to train with me every day after school. I won't accept excuses."

Around them, several students stopped practicing to watch the scene. Some were already whispering among themselves, knowing perfectly well that when Ousuke found someone interesting, he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

He simply twirled the scythe in his hands and smiled again with that defiant confidence.

Ousuke: "What's wrong...? Don't tell me you're already scared."