<em>Yes, that was fine.  To allow the wretch belief that he had attained victory, and one day, oh for that day, Gentatsu would extract v....</em><br/><br/>Any thoughts that Gentatsu Makashima might have had quickly came to an abrupt halt as a stroke of lightning split the skies and struck the unfortunate monk where he stood, leaving bystanders wide-eyed and in caricature postures of shock.<br/><br/>“Ouch...” groaned the stricken Gentatsu.<em>And it had to be before someone like this... whilst there where pretty girls watching.  How vexing.</em><br/><br/>Flat-eyed, Gentatsu raised his head to look at the Blue Thunder of Furikan High.  “Tatewaki Kuno.  I... would have words with you...”<br/><br/>Prying himself from the ground, Gentatsu gave his neck a crack, a challenge in every respect: "... for your conduct is unseemly for a man, and though you are poetic, I sense one lacking in morals and respect for women."<br/><br/>Despite his best efforts, Makashima could feel is fighting spirit rising.