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Midget with a Cructch! vs. Blue haired buzzered...and yeah Tom
Who: Ginjiro and his crew, vs Suzume and open
What: Shall we say unfair fight...
Where: Some where off school grounds, remains of a tot lot near some newer highrises.
When: Afternoon some time
Why: Do we need a reason for seeing Suzume kick butt?



Ginjiro scowled as he sat on a stoop to the plastic slide. His eyes scanned the landscape for anyone that was coming around. For the past couple of days he'd been low on the radar adhearing to Kojima's comments. What chances he had of ever making up with her were slim and he knew this. It annoyed him in a number of ways. But...he figured he would deal with it. For now he was content to just sit back and wait for something interesting to happen. His crew of ten sat resting on the swings, the go round that squeeked as they lazily pushed it, and crouched on the remains of small palstic rocking items.

They seemed a bit bored, but bored for now was good. Bored ment that Reizo wasn't on the march for their damn heads. That was the one thing he actually was worried about. True he was having to pay fines and crap, but that wasn't going to be a problem. No his issue, as much as he talked, was actually getting his guts spilled out by Shirai. That was all he needed right now.

He was just relaxing when he noticed a figure walking towards them, or more hobbling towards them on the horizon. Gin sat up some and squinted, the form wasn't very big. In fact it seemed more petite then he first thought, so it' wasn't the distance that was making the person look small, the person was a shrimp. Far tinyer then he thought at first. Getting up he started to walk towards the approaching figure and his men seemed to follow.

Gin wasn't sure what this was about, but he would be damned if some upstart from Nanakamado came and started shit with him.