Too Bad This Isn't Fight Club (Shouko)

It was rare for a high school fight to garner this level of traction. It was even rarer for it to do so without any sort of authorities stepping in. But rarest of all, was for any fight to be mentioned online, without Iwasaka Shouko hearing about it. Whether it was her subscription to various forums dedicated to Musutafu's occasional violence, or the few subscribers her channel had obtained and had a vested interest in the girl having more material- Shouko had long since made a habit of being on top of all the havoc and happenings within walking distance! And this one was no exception.

In the first corner, Daisuke Hashimoto. A name the girl had heard before, although this would be her first time catching him in action. In any case, he was someone who was more than happy to name a time and place, and his cronies would spread the word. He liked the crowd. People like him always did. And by the fact that he was continuing to do this, it seemed he was more than just talk. Either that, or he only chose opponents like the one he was facing today.

Ken... Something or other. The posts, made by Daisuke's circle, would naturally ignore his opponent to the fullest extent. He was Daisuke's extreme opposite- Small, scrawny, and frankly, weak. That much was obvious before the fight even began- Unless he was a quirker. Quirks were a game changer which could make even the scrawniest of shrimps capable of lifting a horse. Which was why Shouko hadn't counted this Kenichi(?) out yet. Surely, someone who challenged an opponent whose build outstrapped their own so heavily had a trick or two up their sleeve, right?

But if she was expecting the scene where the kid turned out to have studied Jujitsu since he was old enough to walk and the larger body was tossed about like a ragdoll, she was destined for disappointment. It wasn't even something that could be called a fight- It wasn't even a one on one! The large body of Daisuke was easy to pick out in the crowd, but his opponent only became visible as the crowd parted around him. Save for two middle schoolers wearing the same uniform as Daisuke. The girl's teeth gnashed together as she watched this mockery of everything she held dear.

But even as she started pressing forward to intervene in the name of her beloved battles, a stray thought crossed her mind. The school regulations regarding fighting were a thing she followed religiously, lest she be expelled from UA! And lose access to the super-powered battles held daily within! And in a fight, a moment's pause was a long time. Recovering from the ambush, Kenkuro(?) slid forth from the grips which held him! And the following brawl- Her interest in Daisuke was lost the moment he resorted to cheap tricks against an opponent who was weaker than him to begin with.

And, despite her every hope to the contrary, Kenkai(?) was every bit as weak as he looked. Weak, but interesting- That was her final verdict. His hits were hardly effective- Even the ones which struck at such soft points as Daisuke's vitals. However, the blue glow which coated his arms would never be missed by her analyst's eye! That was a quirk, if she ever saw one... And his way of slipping forth from every grab only cemented her certainty! Kenta(?) was a slippery one! Literally! But unfortunately for him, a fight can't be one just by dodging and evading... And as the blows piled up, one side was clearly the victor. To the point where the very end of the fight was just plain hard to watch.

But Kenkyr(?) hadn't given up yet! And regulations aside... Shouko wasn't someone who would interfere in a man's fight! And so her fists clenched and her teeth ground audibly, even as the one-sided fight came to it's end. But was Daisuke content with that? No! The large boy would trample the pride of his opponent, spitting on him, and kicking his prone body. It was... An action unbecoming of a fighter! Felt the girl who had an unnecessarily rose-tinted outlook on fights in general.

Finally, the girl pushed through the dissipating crowd. A kick to the head, with Kenobi(?) so injured? That was bad news! As she reached the side of the prone body, it was clear that the boy had been knocked out cold. A concussion? His state left a lot to worry about- But if anyone was experienced with the injuries sustained in battle, it was Iwasaka Shouko!

Disclaimer. Familiarity does not necessarily result in ability to treat.

Head wounds always bleed a lot. Who was it that said that, again? In any case, poor Kentaro(?) here was quite the proof of that statement! Even with the ministrations of Shouko and a few other bystanders, the sticky red liquid pooled around him... A discontent look grew on the battle maniac's face. Not because of how her attempts to bandage the wounds seemed to make them worse, no. It was the savagery with which those wounds had been inflicted! "Geeeeh! That wasn't a fight at allll!" The girl complained as she continued to do everything but help. It wasn't just the surprise attack which had begun it, either... "Where was the passion!? The love?" It was merely her one-sided idea of what a fight should be, and the fact that this battle had not come even close.

And yet, even witnessing this, did not awaken her to the truth. To her, a battle was a conversation! People weren't supposed to get hurt! Rather than realize that this mistake was a one sided misunderstanding on her part... She chose to believe that Daisuke was the one in the wrong! Compared to the winner's brutality, she much preferred the accent of Kendama(?)'s fists! Even if he was weak. So, so very weak. Weak enough that he probably shouldn't be fighting. But Shouko would never discriminate based on weakness! What mattered was a heart that enjoyed the fight!

Well, enjoyed may be a stretch for what the boy laying there felt at the moment. But certainly it had felt good getting a blow or two back in, right? Weakness could be fixed, but the spirit was eternal!

"Eh, he woke up? Already?" A surprised voice would sound out. Perhaps she was not so unaware of how useless her ministrations were as she let on... Although presumably some others in the crowd would have a bit more talent in that area. But apparently he had managed to pull some semblance of consciousness, as he started to speak. Where, what happened, and... Who am I? The classic amnesia patient! Just kidding. Even Iwasaka Shouko had the common sense to know he was asking who she was! But... First! There was a line she had never before found the opportunity to use!

"Hey, you. You're finally awake?"

Apparently that classic game was still being rereleased in 2074.

But the joke would hardly last, as even before adding the requisite complementary line, the brunette would burst into a chuckling fit. "Nyahaha! Ahh, sorry, I couldn't resist. But wow, he really got you good! Hey, how many fingers am I holding up?" The girl would offer the classic concussion test, holding three fingers up in front of the boy's face. "You were fighting, you know! You really don't remember any of it?" Short term amnesia, that wasn't a good sign.

As for herself... His initial impression would be pretty clear. She wasn't from his school, that was for certain- Her clothes were far too outlandish to be a school uniform! Rather, it appeared she had tied a blanket around herself to form a sleeveless tunic/skirt combo! Very reminiscent of feudal peasant garb... "Nyah, I'm Shouko! I heard there was a fight, so I dropped by, but... Bah! That wasn't a fight at all!" She griped. Although given the circumstances, it was likely her words would be misunderstood...

Eto, eto, he got all of them right. That meaaant... He was fine! As such, Shouko considered the boy's treatment to be complete... A conclusion that would be overturned by just looking at the blood, and his shaky attempts to stand up. But in the end, she dismissed all of the boy's injuries. There wasn't a concussion, so all was well! He could just slap some spit on the rest and he'd be fiiiiine, you know? "En! That's right! At least you're not too injured!" Although she was still slightly concerned about that whole amnesia thing. What if he couldn't remember where he lived! his own name! "Hey, hey, what's your name?" She would ask as a seemingly non-sequitur follow up. Yes, she already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from his own mouth!

Oh wait, was it Kanji or Kenobi? Oh well!

Anyways, Kanebi was not at all surprised to hear it was a fight. "Eh? Do you get in them often? Nah, that can't be! There's no way you'd still be this bad!" Came an entirely logical deduction... That was still the sort of thing she probably should have kept to herself? But it was true! His movements were so amateur, he clearly hadn't stood a chance from the start! Even if he hadn't been restrained... A fact that made Shouko look down on Daisukebe even more! Rather than use his obvious advantage to control the fight and keep both sides safe, he just used it to beat down a weaker opponent... There was no chivalry!

Speaking of chivalry... En! "You were fighting, but he wasn't! In the first place, the moment he had his goons help him, it wasn't a fight... Just straight bullying! And even when you were down, he didn't let up! That's not a fight at all! That's just hurting! People aren't supposed to get hurt in a fight!" One might even begin to wonder where Shouko learned these clearly incorrect rules. But at least her bizarre worldview explained her seemingly contradictory rules. Kenzo, who fought by the book despite his weakness, was fighting! Daisunken who abused his strength to hurt someone he didn't have to, wasn't!

"Eh? Bathroom?" Shouko would respond, caught off guard by the request. But he had a fair point, that he needed to wash off the blood! However, she had never been to this neighborhood before! But! Instead of doing the smart thing and asking one of the many other observers to help! The girl looked around for any vaguely bathroom shaped buildings! "Eto, eto..." She would murmur, her gaze wavering between two such likely subjects. "There! That one should be it!"

As to whether the building was actually the bathroom or not... It would only become clear once they were already there.

As oblivious as Shouko was to many things, even she could not miss how unstable on his feet Kenzaro was! "Nyeh! Here, I'll help you over!" She declared. But she would not simply help him walk, no. Should the boy fail to adequately protest- And perhaps even if he did- He would find himself plucked from the ground by a girl who could probably bear to be more gentle with an injured person!