Stray Cat Strut Chapter Twenty-Five - Kawaii Kitty Kohai Kicking

Chapter Twenty-Five - Kawaii Kitty Kohai Kicking

"Unfortunately, because of reasons beyond my control, Smash or Pass Samurai edition will have to be cancelled."

--Vtuber BirbKnife during a 2038 stream

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Nya wasn't focusing on . It took a stupid amount of ti to realize it, but she wasn't targeting directly. She'd move in, swipe--why did she have claws?--then put just enough pressure on to pull away from the others before pouncing back onto them.

It ant that at so point, maybe a minute into the fight, I was the last one standing, and I wasn't intact. I'd eaten a pair of kicks to the chest and a tail swipe across the face that felt like a an bitch slap.

"You're not so bad, nya!" the weirdo said. She walked around in a big circle, forcing to constantly shift my stance so that I'd be ready when she rushed in. Her tail swung low behind her, like a playful cat's, and her little ears twitched. "But you're still just a little kitty! So kawaii!"

"Oh, fuck off," I growled. Who the fuck was this bitch anyway?

"Nya!" the freak scread as she leapt at .

Then I was moving backwards, avoiding quick swipes and flat-handed jabs aid at my throat. Nya went high, then swept in low and tried to get in under my guard.

I shifted my stance, legs going wide for a mont before I tried to move in to clock her in the face with an elbow, but Nya didn't just sit there, she threw herself to the side, rolled, bounced up to her feet, then used her montum to spin into a roundhouse.

Everything I knew about martial arts and street fighting told that she was being wasteful and flashy as fuck. And none of that mattered because she was so fucking fast.

I gritted my teeth and caught the kick on my forearm, then stumbled back from the blow. That had caught my fleshy arm, not the cybernetic one, and it hurt like a bitch.

"Slow slow, nya! You need to be fast and flexible, little kitty! Show your tummy!"

This bitch is crazy.

"Myalis, could use a distraction," I muttered.

Here, try this.

I caught sothing out of the air, then flung it hard at the samurai.

She caught it in one hand, then blinked to stare at it. I stared too while sucking air in to catch my breath. It was a large ball of yarn.

"Nya haha!" the woman laughed. "A gift!"

"Fucking..." I started, then she was on again, I blocked, weaved under a strike, stumbled back from a kick, then cursed so more as Nya rolled in mid-air to bring her heel down near in an axe-kick out of so shitty video ga.

Nya swept up before , and started to try and... pinch my cheeks? I slapped her arms away, then again, then again, all the while backing away and trying to get a few quick snap-kicks in to break her footing, but she was always a step to the side whenever I tried to strike out.

Speedware? So sort of stupid enhancents? I clenched my jaw until my teeth hurt and pushed myself to move faster.

I had an idea.

It wasn't a very good one.

Nya batted a swing aside, then grabbed my wrist and started to pull forwards, which is what I wanted.

She lifted off the ground and spun, prepping for a pretty standard grapple throw. I reached out towards her face with my cybernetic arm and t her eyes even as she flung across the room.

Which is about the ti that my arm opened up and revealed the grenade launcher built into it.

Nya's eyes widened comically, but the madwoman just smiled wider.

Then I hit the ground back-first and coughed as the air was knocked out of .

She ca to stand before and above , blinking down. "You didn't shoot?" she asked.

"Loaded with high explosive," I said. "Would have blasted the whole room."

"Nyaaawww," she said sweetly. "So considerate! But don't worry! I would have been just fine!"

"I was thinking more the other students," I grumbled.

"Oh... yes, Nya would have fixed them. But it's okay! I would have caught the bullet." She mid catching a grenade out of the air and tossing it into her mouth. "Om nom nyam!"

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I pointed at her. "Cringe," I said.

Nya recoiled, and I think I had just delivered the hardest blow against her yet.

I kind of had two options. Shit all over this weirdo or try to be the bigger person. I was very very tempted to do the forr. But I wasn't an angry fourteen year old with everything to prove, so I reached my flesh arm up while my other reconfigured itself back to normal. "Help up?" I asked.

She grabbed my hand and soon I was back on my feet and dusting off my gym shorts. "I'm Nya! Hajimashite!"

"Yeah, you too," I said to whatever that ant. I was about to ask her a few things, but Professor Rogers clapped his hands. "Thank you, Samurai Nya, for that demonstration. I'm sure everyone learned a valuable lesson today."

"Ah! Yes. Thank you for having as your sensei," Nya said. She bowed.

Most of the class was still sprawled out across the floor in various states of pain and incapacitation.

"Oopsy! Nya! Let's fix your guys up?"

I stepped back as Nya started to circle the room, helping people up and passing out a mix of cat-thed band-aids and what looked like nano-regeneratives in a smaller, more compact form than what I was used to.

She bowed and apologized profusely to one of the bigger students whose arm she'd smashed up, then she summoned up a box (it was, unsurprisingly, covered in chibi cats and the word 'Nya' about a thousand tis) which she handed to the student. He looked happy with the exchange overall, and I couldn't bla him. Nya's tech looked like it was a tier or so above mine, at least.

It didn't take long for class to be dismissed after that. I still wanted to talk to Nya, but she seed willing to linger around the professor for a bit, so I ran off and got changed, skipping the shower entirely.

When I stepped out, I found Nya waiting for nearby, arms crossed, tail swaying. She wasn't paying attention too much, which finally gave a chance to look her over. Nya was half a head shorter than , with a padded bodysuit on, all in blacks and greys with a few subtle highlights. Black hair, narrowed eyes, a tiny nose. Kind of cute, but a bit old for my tastes. Like, she was at least in her thirties.

She was wearing a small coat too, the sort that stopped mid-torso. It was lined with fur and sohow tied in her furry ears and cat tail together.

Was there soone like Emoscythe out there badgering Nya as well?

"Hey," I said as I walked over.

"Hi!" she said as she snapped to attention. Her hands darted out and grabbed onto mine. "I'm very excited to finally et my kohai!"

"Your... what?" I asked.

"Kohai! It ans cute little junior," Nya said. "You're a Catmurai, just like ! But since I'm the older cooler one, I'm the senpai."

I blinked, then shook my head. "Nope."

"Nyope?"

"Nope," I agreed. "First of all, using the word 'Catmurai' should be a cri of so sort. Second, I don't need a... senpai. I'm doing well enough on my own."

"Aw! The kohai is cute and thinks she has it figured out! But she forgets that Nya does what she wants!" Nya said. She stuck her tongue out at , then her posture shifted to sothing a little more serious. "I didn't an to barge into your class, but I t your Professor and he asked. I thought it might be a fun idea! But I did co all this way to see you!"

"Okay, but why?" I asked.

Nya snapped her fingers. "Because making friends is important!"

"I have plenty," I said.

"Because... having powerful allies is useful!" She snapped her fingers again.

"Got so of those."

Nya snapped her fingers, then after a pause, half-turned and pinched her chin. "One sec, Nya needs to think... oh!" She snapped again. "Because I want to!"

"You tried that one already, and I shot it down, I think."

She pouted. "But I ca all this way! I can't just slink back ho with my cat tail stuck between my cat legs. That's shaful. Everyone at the Keiretsu will make fun of poor Nya."

"Wait, you're one of the Keiretsu samurai?" I asked.

"Yup!"

Perfect. I could call her boss and foist her off onto him.

New Montreal didn't need more than one stray cat wandering around.

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