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Karate-kaWe are the ones you'd least expect
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to know anything of strategy or warfare.
We are the ones who never start fights,
But are quite willing to end them if need be.
We are not the trouble-makers in life,
But neither are we the straight-A students.
Some of us toe the line on issues more than others,
But for the most part, we blend in.
For all our camouflaging ways, however,
We are the ones who stand alone
Against the struggles of everyday life.
Some of us neither want, nor need, anyone to stand beside us.
We have our philosophies to keep us warm at night,
Our creeds to sing us to sleep.
Our weapons are our teddy-bears,
And our katas lead us to dream.
Bee-uty and the Beast 2: Chapter Three
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"Agh, you damned fool!" screamed Hidama at the short, round, middle-aged man who tended to her wounds. "You are suppose to heal me, not make my injuries worse with your snake-oils!" she screamed.
The doctor ignored the bead of sweat that was building on his brow as he gently bound the exposed wound that lined the woman from her ankle, to the highest point of her forehead, "I'm sorry Madam, but electrical burns are very hard to treat. And these are very bad."
"Then use your chakra to heal them already!" she yelled.
"I-I'm sorry, Madam, but I've already said that I'm not a chakra healer. I'm a surgeon."
Hidama sneered as she placed a clawed hand to his face and pushed him to the ground, "Then you are worthless to me!" She wrenched in her bed from the pain, "Damn that Iho to hell for doing this to me!" she cried.
The man groveled next to her. He had no idea what had happened to the soldiers of the army or the young lord he once served, but this woman had the