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"Sakura street should just be around her somewhere. Then we should be up to our armpits in hotties." Makoto said as she turned the corner. "I mean how hard is it to find the right dojo in Nerima?"

Sakura Street was nicknamed Black Belt Alley or Insane Martial Arts Master Mecca by the local populous depending on their state of inebriation. The wide held belief in Nerima was that at one time or another every insane martial arts master was required to make the trip to Sakura Street and challenge the local legends to fights of daring do or inane stupidity as the case may be. The number of dojos is roughly three dojos for every five people. It should be noted that there dojos for every imaginable school of fighting ranging from Martial Arts dodge ball to Martial Arts BBQ grilling to martial arts quilting. There has only one incident of any troubles between the schools, this was in the infamous Happosai's All-You-Can-Take Marital Arts School debacle of 69. Since that day the dojos have placed particular care in making sure that there are intradojo spelling bees held regularly, they have become one of the highlights of the Nerima social calendar.

The two girls stood in silence. Before them were countless young men in various states of dress glistening in the morning sun from perspiration. Without taking their eyes off the wondrous scene in front of them their hands came up in a high five. "I think we just found the promised land." Minako sniffed with a tear in her eye.

Makoto's only reply was a kind of strangled noise followed by a nod of her head.

Let's leave these two and find out how much trouble they can get into later.

Redemption, Chapter 8