Yama the Undefeated

My name is Kamiyama Shinji, though many call me "Yama the Undefeated". And I was the banchou of South Detentional Center. I am 6 foot 8 inches and weigh in at 325 lbs of pure muscle. When I frown, the scar over my left eye pops out and my face forms such a scary look that I have made Yakuza flinch and avert their gaze. And now I am going to a new school built in the Notchiba district. Make no mistake, I will be the boss of Anonomoto High of Notchiba.

I walk through the front door, my hands in my pockets, my regent done up perfectly today. The other students gasp in awe at my size.
This should be easy. Though in this big city one thing does stick out compared to my small town.
There's monster girls everywhere. The wasp-girls are dressed like delinquents and whisper as I walk by. I give them a stare and they tilt their heads down to the floor.
Hohoho even the mighty monstergirls are no match for my strength.
"Oi! Boy!" A loud voice erupts behind me.
I turn to see a large Oni a few inches taller than me wearing baggy pants; a modified, long gakuran is unbuttoned showing off her muscled body and bandages around her chest.
"I heard of you. You're Yama aren't you?" She tightens her grip on the wooden club resting on her shoulder.
"Tch. It's only been 10 minutes here and someone wants to fight me already eh?" I chuckle to myself and throw one of my legendary stares at her.
She flinches but still holds her ground.
"If you think you're gunna come into my school and take over you got another thing comin' tiny."
I shrug, "I wont go easy on you just because you're a girl you know?"
She tosses the sword to the side and squares up as a crowd forms around us.
I crack my neck and knuckles. "It's on Oni."
We charge at each other full speed and cross-counter. My fist taps her cheek as I fall backwards knocked out in one punch. The last thing I hear is a confused "Huh?"

I am Yama the Undefeated. However I have never actually been in a fight before, I have never claimed to be good at fighting either. This scar over my eye is from an unfortunate bicycle accident when I was 8.
I rub the frozen pack of peas over the purple spot on my cheek.
"Geez that's what a fight is like? That sucks." I click my tongue.
I actually didn't want to even be a badass banchou, but everyone said I looked so scary that they didn't want to fight me, then rumors spread and I became the banchou of the detention center. In fact I wouldn't even try being the banchou of Anonomoto High if my friends didn't make me promise to be the baddest student there too.
With a sigh, I pick myself off the bed, "What a pain. I don't want to have to fight to be the strongest I just want to get by on my looks..."

"Oi old man. I only have a handful of change. That's enough for that hotdog though right?" I scowl at the convenience store attendant who passes me a hotdog for less than it's worth.
Hmm, I can't let my friends down but I'm not really good at fighting apparently. The girl I punched didn't even know I hit her after all.
"Oi! You with the cheek full of hotdog!"
I turn my head towards the young sounding voice. He's wearing my school's uniform and a regent cut. I think he's one of the third years.
"Oh. What?" I take another bite before he stomps up to me.
"Yama from the detention center right?" He asks but it looks like he already knows the answer.
I nod.
"I saw you lose to Red the other day, that's...kinda disappointing..." he kicks the dirt under his shoe as he says that.
"Eh?!" I twist my face as I grab his collar.
He apologizes profusely until I let go.
"Well you certainly have a bark." He fixes his gakuran, "Shame about the bite. You look so scary, even though you couldn't do anything to me, I was still shitting my pants." He laughs nervously.
"What do you want?" I keep a stern look on my face.
"Oh! Well you see, my little brother went to your school and you got him out of trouble a lot. He talks about how badass you are all the time and all." He bows. "Thank you Kamiyama."
I rub the big bruise on my cheek. "Yeah well I take care of my boys. But unfortunately I'm not as badass as everyone thought...Looks like I broke my promise to them. There's no way I'll be the baddest guy in Notchiba."
The guy speaks up, "Well that's actually why I wanted to talk." He shoves his hands into his pockets as he carries on. "See I figure to thank you for always helpin' my little bro, I'd teach ya how to fight. I may not have your rep but I'm pretty tough." He pats his arm for emphasis.
Man that sure sounds like a pain. Fighting hurts and is tiring. I miss my lazy days back at the detention center. I open my mouth to turn him down but before anything comes out he adds, "The chicks at this school love tough guys by the way."
"Well I'd love to have your help!." I grab his hand and shake it thoroughly. "But, who are you?"
"Call me Sajima."
And so we went to work.

Two weeks have went by and I have skipped school each day to do nothing but train with my senpai Sajima. My knuckles hurt and my jaw feels crooked but I think I've improved quite a lot.
"It's actually surprising how soft a giant like you can punch." Sajima sighs in defeat.
I stand up wiping the blood from my chin. "What do you mean? I'm not doing all bad!"
"Kamiyama, I gave you twenty free punches and my shirt's not even wrinkled. I barely shoved you and you blacked out for a second. It's a surprise Big Red didn't kill you when she decked you in the jaw." He puts his head in his hands, "How did my little brother look up to you?"
I fall back onto the ground and groan, "All that work and nothing to show for it. How depressing."
"I'm sorry Kamiyama but I can't do anything more. It would take a miracle for you to win against Red with your pillow fists and glass jaw."
I stand up and join him in sighing. "Well I'll see you at school tomorrow. When I die could you lie to your brother and tell him I was hit by a bus?"
He looks at me in confusion, "Wait! You're going to fight her anyways? Her fists have sent rugby players to the infirmary! You lost to the punching bag I was holding a few days ago."
"I made a promise. A man keeps his promise. Especially one to friends." I wave to him and wobble my way home.

Today's the day. I clench my fist as I stand in front of the school gate. My white Tokofuku is flapping in the wind, the cool air on my chest and stomach is amplified in contrast to my boiling blood. My black boots stomp through the school hallway and I prowl, grabbing any wasp-girl or hellhound I see, asking to see "Red, the girl who got lucky last time." My scary face still has some power as they point me where they last saw her. Eventually I wind up in front of the cafeteria where I see a bunch of guys in pompadours cuddling up to some wasp-girls, shit squatting in a circle. The large, red Oni is laughing boisterously with them.
"Oi, Banchou-chan! I'm here to alleviate you of that title's burden!"
I catch their attention and they all whisper to each other. One of the guys stands up chuckling and walks towards me.
"Oh if it isn't Shinji! Come to pla-"
I bare my teeth and wrinkle my face, "EH!? Shinji?! Address me as Kamiyama-sama until I say otherwise shitface!"
Before I can finish my sentence the man has his forehead pressed into the floor prostrating. "I'm so sorry sir please forgive me!"
"Tch, Idiot." The Oni stands up and kicks over the prostrating delinquent. "You're really back for a rematch Yama? I laid you out with one punch. You might just want to shave your head and go ho-"
"You caught me off guard Red. It wont happen again."
She looks at me skeptically. "If I kill you I don't want you haunting me, got it?"
I chuckle to myself confidently.
She raises her brow at that. "Why are you so confident? Even if you pull steel you can't beat me."
I shake my head and show her that I'm unarmed.
That idiot. I may not be strong in a fight, I can't swing worth a shit, I've given myself a bloody nose when I cover my mouth to yawn, and to be honest if I fought an elementary schooler I'd probably lose, but I'm not fighting for myself today. I'm fighting for my friends, and the promise I made to my friends. This is all the strength I need. I stick my hand out and motion for her to come at me.
She shakes her head and puts her fists up.
"ORA!!!" I charge at her with all my might and throw my punch powered by all my friends from my old school.
I am immediately blasted backwards into a locker, denting it and barely holding onto consciousness.
"O-Oi are you ok man? I didn't think shoving your fist away would do that much damage..." She asks genuinely worried.
I cough as I start to get up onto my knees. What the fuck? I thought the power of friendship was strong! It's not worth a shit!
I spit some blood onto the floor and stand up, "Heh, you're pretty good red." I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Dude seriously I didn't even punch you! How do you look so messed up?"
"Quiet! I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice..." I laugh in between wheezes. I've come up with a plan, it's dirty but I have to keep my promise no matter the cost.
She doesn't even look interested right now. She's trying to persuade the passerby's she doesn't just pick on weaklings.
Now's my chance. My ultimate attack. An instant KO that will place me at the top of the school.
I charge at her at full speed as she's explaining embarrassed to one of her friends she's not just bullying me.
"Red-sama watch out!" One of the delinquents call out. Though it's too late, right as she turns around I sweep her leg and she loses her balance falling back before being caught in my arms.
"Red, you have to be the most beautiful Oni I've ever seen." My prestigious size comes into play as I'm able to hold her in my arms.
"W-what? What's going on?" She squirms around confused in my grip.
"How are you still single? With such flawless, red skin and silken shaggy hair. Any man would by lucky to have you. I would be lucky to have you."
She's staring at me in fear as she gazes right into my eyes.
"What's wrong Red? Want to go somewhere more private? I know a gas station that sells me anything for 50 yen and a smile."
"U-um are you holding me right now?" She kicks her feet around not believing someone's actually able to manhandle her.
"You're ok Red, I've gotcha. Just let me hold you a bit yeah?" I squeeze her a little tighter and she lets out a small squeak.
The Wasp-girls are clearly enjoying the show as they flirt around with their boytoys.
"All your underlings have boyfriends why don't you Red? Surely you're pestered nonstop by guys huh?"
Her red face gets a brighter shade of red as she looks away from my predatory eyes. "N-no..." She whispers.
"Eh?! Impossible! The strongest girl in school and there isn't a line of people I have to tear through to get to you?! You're either lying or this is a school for gays!"
"They say I'm too violent or too big. And there's nobody here that I'd want to take by force." She whispers embarrassed as her friends giggle at her shyness.
This fight is as good as mine. Brothers I wont let you down!
Time to finish this, "Red! Please go out with me!"
"W-what?! Why are you saying all this?!" She panics and tries to get out of my grasp.
"Red I wont stop! Even if you turn me down I'll be back tomorrow, and the next day, then the next! I didn't become banchou of South Detentional Center just for my scary face! (*Yes he did*) I'm persistent and will never give up!"
She groans in embarrassment but finally she shuts her eyes tight and nods her head yes.

I laugh confidently as the other delinquents bow to me in the hallway. The other students never look my way in fear of the Banchou of Anonomoto High. The wasp-girls tell me to go to the roof with a bow before running off to go find their men.
I climb up the stairs and find the large, red Oni cleaning some blood off her fist as she finishes off a boss from a rival school.
"If I see anymore of you Jo Technical punks over here you're-! O-Oh! Shinji!" She tries to fix her shaggy hair as I approach her.
"Oi Red. Lookie what I brought!" I pull out a bottle of sake that was conveniently under-priced and purchasable by minors with scary faces.
"Ah! Shinji!" She wraps her arms around my neck already trying to pop the lid off behind me.
I enjoy our closeness before slinging her over my shoulder and carrying her off the roof.
"A-ah! Shinji! Put me down it's embarrassing!"
I laugh as she makes a half attempt at struggling, "I know you like to be manhandled." I say slapping her rear through baggy pants.
"Shhhh! Shhh!" She tries to hush me up when a ushi-oni gives us a big toothy smile.
"Anyways today is date night. Let's just skip last period and go have some fun." I say as I tighten my grip and march down the stairs.

And that's how I kept my promise. I became one of the two Banchous of Anonomoto High.