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Kiyoko, outside the dojo, stares at her Hardcore Championship. This was the unofficial smoking area, so she took a drag off her menthol cigarette. She noticed the other trainees judged those who smoked. It got worse when she came "home" with a championship on her debut. She came back to her room in the dojo and someone had left raw fish all over her room. And other things that left undesirable smells she couldn't describe. Along with notes saying she was 'weird' and 'a fucking loser,' and 'fuck the Kades.' That's fine. She cleaned it up. It's okay. She had a target on her back. It was to be expected. And she apparently had two challengers lined up already. Kiyoko read over the notes she had written on her notepad.
>Okay...
Kiyoko started a Tweetstagram stream on @KiyokoKade.
>Hi...I guess I'm the WWA Hardcore Champion. I...
It wasn't kicking in this time. Now. Of all times.
>A-Against Camilla. I-I...
Kiyoko hastily reviewed her notes.
>I-I'm happy you can find some solace in challenging me for my title. I have a..u-um...an, uh, arrangement with Annabelle. I should probably text her...
Kiyoko said, her eyes unable to focus on her own phone's camera.
>I'm...I'm...I hope we have a good contest and...ah...
Finally it kicked in. Kiyoko felt the blood in her veins. She felt the neurons firing. She *felt.*
