Pain. Such a familiar feeling. Sure he has had his share of fights so far in his life. If you wanted to call it that anyways. Others would think of it as a good old fashioned beatdown and he was always on the wrong side of that. Just like he finds himself now. And worst of all he has no clue how all of this happened anyways. It had been a normal day. As normal as it could get for him anyways. Waking up with a smile knowing fully well that classes had been dismissed for the summer. Having breakfast with his family constantly teasing his baby sister about how short she is still needing to get a boost to sit in a chair. Heck he even scored an awesome ying yang button badge along with his good friend Ryuto. A kid his age that recently moved here just when the school year was coming to a close.

If everything had been going so great then how did this happen. Why does he feel like he had been hit by a truck. A truck that continues run him down. A blind side attack. That much he knew. What he had been hit with he was still unsure of. Whatever it was it knocked him clean to the ground with one blow to the back of the head. The very same foreign object that he feels continuing to work a number on his defenseless form.

Why was this happening he would never know. What he did know is he couldn't do anything to stop this. His body felt like lead. His arms felt like jello. His vision was darkening by the second. And strange enough the only thing that doesn't feel as though is hurt at all is his legs. In fact he couldn't feel anything in them. Not right now at least.

In fact now the pain was no longer registering. Now he was starting to feel rather cold. So strange. Especially on this hot summer night. But if he was to go down he would at least try to see the face of his attacker. He would at least try to remember something about this unknown attacker. And with that using every bit of strength that he has in him slowly Kenichi turns his head slightly to look towards his attacker.

To look finding some kind of black cargo pants with some kind of logo that he can't make out thanks to his blurry vision. But that doesn't stop him from trying. Doesn't stop him from raising his gaze to try to look up towards their face. From what he could tell his attacker is male. Pretty well built. He couldn't tell because of how dark it is on this night but it looked as though his attacker has dark skin.

But what he is sure about as the man stops to take a couple of deep breathe holding a crowbar in his right arm while his left arm remains in his coat pocket for some odd reason. The very last sight he sees before the pain becomes too much and Kenichi slips unconscious.

Snapping out of his thoughts about a night that he remembers way too well glancing around his surroundings as the sound of children's laughter fills the air as they play feeling his lips curling upward turning in his chair to get a better view finding a group of kids tossing around a frisbee feeling a ping of jealousy that he quickly squashes away forcing a smile across his face turning away slowly Kenichi pushes himself away from the scene and down the sidewalk.

This was his life now. Would he ever be able to be like these kids? No not a chance. Not anymore anyways. Permanent damage to his spinal cord. That is what the doctors had told him. In fact he had been told it was a miracle itself that he had survived the ambush itself. A police report case that is still open.

But he couldn't let this kind of thing get him down. No instead he would just push forward. Quite literally. Maybe he wouldn't be able to achieve a life long dream of becoming a martial artist. He would just have to create a new dream for himself. What that maybe he wasn't sure yet. What he did know is that it is out there waiting for him and one day he would find it.

At this moment however he can't help but feel lost inside. The same feeling that he has felt ever since the news of his disability had been spoken to him. Maybe this was how it was meant to be? Maybe he is meant to be friendless. Niijima has made quite sure of that.

But as he continues to push himself down the sidewalk with no destination in mind why does he feel a sudden pull to take a left down another path? A path that he knows leads to somewhere that he shouldn't go. Not because of the danger it would bring. No because of the pain it would bring to his heart knowing he would never be able to do what they do.

A pull that is too much and starts to pull him in causing him to change his course and push his wheelchair forward down the path. This is a bad idea. He knew it was but something was making him do this. Was telling him to go down this path. And it doesn't take him long to arrive just outside of a small building.

The Tae Kwon Do Gym. A small dojo located just near the park. A dojo known for training karate. Martial arts training that he would love to watch and see. So much so that fighting back the fear of what would happen if he was to step inside slowly he wheels himself forward up a small ramp way and silently cracks open the doors taking a peek inside.

And just his luck. They were training at this moment. In fact it looked like some kind of competition. Maybe it is to earn a colored belt? Whatever it is a look of excitement could be seen in his eyes as he silently makes his way inside closing the doors behind him. But not quiet enough thanks to the wheels of his wheelchair that creak against the wooden floorboards causing every eye in the gym to turn and look his way.

Eyes that by now he knew how to read perfectly. Knew when someone was looking at him with pity. Knew when someone was fighting the urge to send an insult his way because of his disability. The world could be a nasty place and he was learning first hand. And with that feeling as though his face is burning up slowly Kenichi pushes himself to be seated next to a crowd of what looked to be parents watching the competition.

Some that he can see scooting over to make room for him. The kind ones that is. Some just look his way with a scowl for interrupting such an event. Something he was growing more and more accustomed to every single day. But he wouldn't let this kill his excitement. No he is about to watch some martial artists compete.

And with that he turns his head forward towards the center of the gym where he finds two martial artists waiting patiently for their sensei to give them the go to start the contest. But before the go is given Kenichi can't help but have one of the martial artists catch his eye.

If he was being honest one of the prettiest girls that he has ever seen. A girl his age. Maybe even a little bit older. Short red hair that looks as though it is unkempt. But what causes him to go silent is still is her eyes. Her bright green eyes that look back at him. Eyes that show no pity. No remorse. Instead all he sees being directed his way is silent amusement. Maybe at the way he had caused the entire room to go silent during his arrival. He couldn't be too sure. What he does know is this girl is something special. Someone truly unique when she suddenly winks at him with a faint smile, causing the burning sensation to once again return to his face tenfold.

A blush that she must be seeing as her lips curl up for a split moment before she breaks off eye contact to stare at her opponent standing across from her with pure focus in her eyes. And with that the contest begins. If you wanted to call it that.

No her opponent didn't stand a chance. The way that she moved. The way she was able to read him as though knowing what he was about to do before even he did. Something right then and there that makes Kenichi lean further forward in his seat to take a closer look. He just had to meet this girl. She is a true martial artist. A living breathing Valkyrie.