Revenge is a theme often explored in fictional work. The vengeance seeker is often rugged, muscular, and dark. These three things, however, could not be used to describe Kouzo or his disciples. They were flabby, out of shape, and wore obnoxiously bright colors.
They were, in a word, clowns. Furthermore, they were a bunch of clowns, in the literal sense. Abused and spat upon by children, they wanted REVENGE on those cursed brats.
But they had, in one sense or another, achieved one of their secret goals.
That goal had been, as silly as it is revenge upon Tendo Akane. Well for one, she had a reputation of being a "Clown Puncher", a code word amongst those in the biz to denote those children that loved to punch a clown, generally in the nose. It had been a long time coming, but they had gotten their revenge, which had been nothing short of a mugging.
Now they were a dangerous, for clowns anyway, gang on the prowl of the mean streets of Nerima. Looking, and let's not forget thirsting, for revenge, they continued on their tireless search. They were non-threatening in a certain way, maybe it was the make-up, the baggy pants, or the fact that they pied people.
Of course, in retrospect, it was probably the make-up.
Anyways, this semi-threatening bunch was on the prowl for more victims. Victims who would be subjected to the gang's clown justice, horrible in some kind of way to be certain. Musabetsu Kakutou Ryu no Bakasawagi, or Indiscriminate Grappling School of Horseplay as it can be rendered, was a fighting style meant for clowns, real ones, to gain a fitting revenge on their tormentors.
Kouzo's ear perked up when he heard.. something. It was a familiar, hated, sound to the clowns, the peals of laughter ringing through their mind. But this was no ordinary, everyday, average chortle, not by a long shot.
It was the laugh of one Kuno Kodachi.
"My students!" Kouzo exclaimed, his hand shooting up into the air. "Our hour of vengeance is upon us! The Laughing Girl is on the prowl, and for our pride, we will defeat her!"
The other clowns chorused their agreement, rushing off in the direction of the crazy laugh. The citizens of Nerima watched silently as the slightly threatening group of clowns charged of into the afternoon air. After the mad gang of clowns had left, the citizens went back to their activities.
"What a bunch of clowns," one elderly man quipped, a chorus of agreeing grunt greeting his proclamation.
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