Generic Suzu Dream 1

Generic Suzu Dream 1

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This was not a good day. Not good at all. Suzu had faced her fair share of bad days, and she was convinced that today had to be at least top ten. First, Miki had overslept, leaving the narcoleptic in charge of waking them both up. Strike one.

Then, the damned toaster in the common room managed to find a way to burn her toast. Suzu wasn't sure how, but she was sure that the patriarchy had something to do with it. Strike Two.

Now she was running late. There weren't many things that made her mad, but being tardy was one of them. Luckily, she had her favorite track star to set the pace. In an entirely un-Suzu maneuver, she was sprinting across the campus commons after Miki to try to make up for lost time.

'I can't believe this is happening. Just gotta stick to the grassy areas just in case I- oh, there go my legs.'

With a heavy thud, the now unconscious Suzu fell to the ground.

Strike three.

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Suzu opened her eyes to the sight of a red sky.

"Lady Suzuki! We've been routed! What are your orders?"

Suzu turned away from the flaming battlefield and towards her second-in-command. Hefting the familiar weight of her shield, she began to stride towards the front lines.

"Tell the women to form up on me! We mustn't allow the Chauvinist forces to break through! If we fall, then all of Maternia will fall! TO ME, SISTERS! TO ME!"

With a shrill roar, Suzu raised her battleaxe above her head and waved it in a slow circle. Her warriors looked to their leader and saw a fierce avatar of combat. The flames and smoke of the battelfield did little to dim the shine of her white plate mail. Her cape blew behind her in stark contrast to the dark battlefield; a battle standard the color of the deep sea.

Suzu looked to her companions before taking a step towards the advancing male forces. One step became another, and another, until a feral scream ripped itself from her throat and her solitary steps became the dull roar of the feet of an entire army.

The two forces joined in a glorious eruption of sights and sounds. The chaotic dance around her was music to Suzu's ears. She had never been one for the dances and balls that her mother so often threw back in the court of her father. She had tripped over her own feet and stuttered in the face of decorum. The music had always grated her ears in a way she never enjoyed. Battle, though. Battle was her home. Here, she became a creature of instinct. She didn't have to think, only feel. The hum of her battleaxe as it cut through the air. The shock of a blow falling upon her shield. The jolt in her arm as her blade bit through the flesh of her enemy. All swirled into a symphony in Suzu's mind. A symphony of pain and death and triumph.

'And the best thing,' Suzu thought as her axe reieved an enemy of his head, 'is that I am the conductor.'

The girl in the white platemail became a green-eyed hurricane of death. The enemy could not stand before her. One, two, five, ten... The number of foes she had conquered continued to rise. She was more than human. She was the exemplar of martial skill. Her blade sang as it cleaved limbs and sundered breastplates. She was a hurricane of sharp edges and impenetrable defense and DEATH. Men lay dying in her wake, and still she hungered for more. She was fighting to defend her people, and that singular objective lent her mortal arms a godlike strength.

Slowly, the tide turned. The feminist forces had turned a full-fledged retreat into an offensive push that had the chauvinist army on its heels. Men fell left and right beneath the assault of women.

Victory was near!

But the power of men could not be undone.

A lone figure atop a pile of dead women, slowly and methodically cutting down Suzu's sisters in arms.

Kenji.

The champion of the chauvinist cause.

A greathelm covered his head, concealing his eyes from view. Legends told that he had seen things. Horrible things, and so was doomed to never show his eyes again. He wielded a chain as if it were a simple child's toy. The large hunk of twisted metal and sharp spines at the end met no resistance as it cut through swath upon swath of feminist forces. The juggernaut used one end of his weapon to knock a feminist to the ground and drew the metal head of his chain back. With a mighty heave, the weapon went hurtling towards the undefended woman warrior.

*CLANG*

With a fierce shriek of metal on metal, Suzu caught the assailants deathblow on her shield. The metal parted with a mighty crack and Suzu's shield fell to the ground, sundered. Nursing her now-shieldless arm against her chest, the sleepy-eyed girl stood proud. Raising her battleaxe, she shouted a challenge to the shorter combatant. Offering only a silent nod, Kenji leapt into action.

The two traded blows while ducking and weaving, stuck in a macabre dance in which there could only be one survivor. Suzu used her superior quickness to dodge Kenji's well-placed chain strikes, but her axe could find no opening. The battlefield lay silent around them. The air was still. Every soul held their breath in anticipation of the first error.

Suzu parried a sharp blow directed to her head and immediately moved to capitalize on the enemy's now-open left flank. Unfortunately for her, her boot caught on the pauldron of a fallen warrior, and she fell heavily to her knees. A gasp arose from the collected audience.

Time began to move slowly for Suzu. She was hyperaware of the scene around her. The smell of ash and blood. The feeling of soot and grit on her face. The sound of Kenji gathering his chain.

And the face of the fallen warrior beneath her.

With a shock, Suzu recognized her second-in-command. Her dearest and oldest friend, Miki Miura.

Kenji drew back his chain, and the feminist forces let out a collective moan. Their champion was defeated. They had lost...

It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Suzu Suzuki, daughter of the Queen, took up her best friends sword.

With a fierce heave, she threw it straight at Kenji's eyes.

A solid thunk sounded through the battlefield. No one spoke. No one moved. No one breathed.

Kenji's heavy chain and flail fell to the ground. Finally, his greathelm, pierced through the middle, hit the ground with a great crash.

Kenji, the enemy of the free women of planet Earth, was defeated.

Suzu's sisters swarmed her and hefted her onto their shoulders.

"SU-ZU-KI! SU-ZU-KI! SU-ZU-KI..."

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"SUZUKI!"

Suzu awoke with a jolt. Oh, she was sitting at her desk. Mutou fixed her with a glare.

"Ms. Suzuki, this will be on the test. Please pay attention."

Suzu nodded, pulled out her notebook, and began to take notes, with thoughts of victory and conquest floating through her head.