Kuro saw Taiga over his shoulders. She tiptoed to him. "D-Do you know where Mr. Korosami is? He's a history teacher..."

"Yeah... I'm going there myself," Kuro answered. The two scurried on to his class, as this new cat doesn't take kindly to tardiness. He'll write students that do so up faster than you can say, "Hiroshima." 

Kuro and Taiga sped in the room with white walls, faster than Lightning McQueen on a racetrack. 

Mr. Korosami was sitting in his black chair with a stoïc face. He had stereotypical, Japanese facial figures and wrinkles. He was wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt. He looked up from his Shonen Jump magazine. "Everyone's here, I see."

Kuro looked at the guy with awe. "Shonen Jump?"

"Pretty much, Ganetto-Kōdōra. I like other anime, too. Mostly shōnen, such as Naruto, One Piece, Bleach..."  

Kuro responded, "I watch shōnen from time to time. I don't have too much time, since I take an MMA class. Plus, I do tournaments all over this island we're on." 

"I see. Striker? Grappler? What do you do mostly?"

"I do body shots for the most part. Also, I pull up with a lotta other things. My favourite fighters are Nate Diaz, Nick Diaz, Israel Adesanya, Derrick Lewis, Demetrious Johnson, Henry Cejudo, Khabib Nurmagomedov..." 

A black guy who looks like Israel Adesanya called out, "Kuro!" 

Kuro went to shake his hand. "Kamarudeen!" 

Kamarudeen shook his hand back. He was donning a dashiki and blue jeans, along with a locket, containing pictures of him (as a baby) and his parents. He said in his stereotypical, African accent, "What's up, man? You were in UFC 4 chat, eh?" 

"I was, but nobody was there, so I went to do career mode on UFC 4. I'm winning most of my fights. I even beat Khabib with my fighter!" 

"Well, that's what's up!" 

Kamarudeen and Kuro have been friends since primary school. They both fight on the same team. Kamarudeen is from South Africa. He was here to pursue his education. He spent most of his childhood being part of the Zulu tribe. 

The bell rang for first period to commence. Mr. Korosami stood up in front of the class with papers. "Good morning, class. Mr. Korosami, your history teacher. I teach world history. I'm into anime, MMA, and classical music. I'm mild-mannered, yes, but I don't play with tardiness (with only a few exceptions), bullying, or profanity." 

Kuro thought to himself, 'Welp. nobody seems to wanna bully me and vice versa...' He looked at Taiga; she looked at him back and waved. 

Mr. K continued, "Here are your ice breakers. Don't put your name on them." He passed out the white papers. "I'll be in my office. Don't kill each other." He shut his soundproof door. 

Kuro started doing his ice breaker. Suddenly, he felt a nudge on his back. He turned around to see the white-skinned, brown-haired guy pushing him. It was Tsuakasa Aoki, the school bully. He's also 6'9", taller than Kuro. Tsukasa whispered, "Gimme a pencil, weird eyes." 

Tsukasa is part of the Eastside Mammoths MMA team. He's a student who's been held back in senior year twice. Judging by his face, you can tell he has a trouble spelling basic words and doing math, but to the point where he needs to be back in elementary. I bet the school board was on weed when they let him in. 

Kuro replied coldly, "You ask me that way, and you desserve a pencil from me? Why should I?" 

Tsukasa slapped his head. "I ONLY ask once, nerd." 

Taiga stood up. "Leave Kuro alone, what's-your-face -- he didn't do shit to you!" 

The douchebag pushed her down. She scrambled to her feet, scared for her life. She was lucky he didn't break anything in her body, but Kuro wasn't pleased. Kuro got up with malice. His angry aura felt the room, causing people to be concerned. He got in his orthodox stance; Tsukasa followed suit. 

Kamarudeen thought to himself, 'I hope he doesn't get hurt fighting this mammoth. His MMA name is 'Mammoth' for a reason. After all, this douchebag is a heavyweight, and Kuro is a fricking flyweight. Then again, I've seen him topple bigger opponents before in primary and secondary school.' 

"Let's go, little man!" 

"Much obliged!" Kuro replied to the 6'9" behemoth. He kicked his calf, causing him to bend over. Then, he aimed a superman punch at Tsukasa, but he quickly grabbed his arm and attempted a kimura. 

Kuro was struggling to break free, but he finally broke out of the lock. Tsuaka was very surprised at his ability to slip outta submissions despite struggles. "Nani?!" 

Kuro did an underhand punch to his liver, causing the mammoth to bend over in pain. "Fuck man!" he yelled. "Dammit! My MMA coach is gonna be livid at the fact that I lost to a short punk!" 

Then, garnet-eyes finished with a TKO of knees and punches until he cowered in pain. "OK, OK! You win..." the behemoth hollered. "Fuck! I lost to a short bastard..." 

Taiga looked at the aftermath in awe and fear. 'Kuro... s-saved me... But why...?' 

He approached the black-haired beauty. "Are you ok?"

Taiga replied, "Somewhat... My hip kinda hurts..." She winced, holding said hip. 

Mr. K came out. "Sorry, guys. I was listening to this dubstep stuff my kids showed me, and I..." He saw the aftermath, and he went back to his office, cheering. "I knew Aoki would get his!" 

Kuro took Taiga to the nurse. "Let's go, Taiga. He better not had fractured you..." 

Taiga stammered, "I-I-I'm okay..."

"We still need to make sure." He closed the door behind him. 

Mr. K stood over knocked-out Tsukasa, as he comes to. "You want some more, big guy?" he taunted. "After all my years of teaching you, you got yours. From a small guy at that!" 

The other students laughed at the 20-year-old, bulking, closet pansy. One student ran around, holding his face and guffawing. Then, said student rolled around, still laughing. "You got dropped by some guy who's undergrown!" 

Kamarudeen snickered. "That's what you get for picking on a short fuse, mate. Maybe you'll stop picking on the smaller students. I don't think your bullying will be taken seriously anytime soon." 

Tsukasa growled, "Come on, now! We're the only ones that know about..." 

Kamarudeen pointed out, "Little did you know, some of the students recorded your beatdown. It'll be on YouTube and Facebook." 

Tsukasa started crying. "Fuck, man! I still can't believe I got humiliated by a guy who looks like a middle-schooler!" 

Kamarudeen could've taken him, but Tsukasa knew to do fuck all to him. Plus, he knew Kuro's got himself. He'll only jump in as a last resort. He's just as dangerous as Kuro, but what scares his opponents the most is his calm demeanor whilst putting the beats on his opponents. 

Mr. K announced, "I'll pick up your ice breakers tomorrow. You can cease; the bell's about to ring for second period. But if you excuse me, I have my breakfast bowl I need to finish. It's getting cold." He waltzed on into his room.