Ki Fighter
The Girl Who Kicks Ass
"Damn Hermione, you look like Lara Croft in those clothes," Harry said, his eyes wandering more than once to the toned and cute ass.
Hermione giggled. "That's the idea," she replied, twirling the same replicated guns that Lara Croft wielded in the movies.
The Foursome Lovers
Chiharu, Manami, and Yumiko. Three girls who have remained Subaru's friends ever since he was left abandoned in Japan as a baby. The four were raised in an orphanage before being taken in by an elderly couple who desired to raise children. The four grew up together, until the passing of their adoptive parents, and then became emancipated minors. Still, despite the loss, the four continues to support one another, honoring the memory of their lost loved ones. Subaru, Chiharu, Manami, and Yumiko all continued their education, studying upon their unique gifts of spiritual harness.
The three girls all loved their boyfriend Subaru equally, and he had grown to love the three as equally they do for him. Not many would accept it. One such man from England didn't, claiming him to be this Harry Potter person. The green-eyed sixteen year old today would once again sigh when the old man Dumbledore tried to send people to "whisk him away". That got old real quick, especially when this "Order of the Phoenix" interrupted him during a foursome with the three girls.
So a little bit of magic thrown here and there, some old magicks he and the girls learned from this old spiritual master named Genkai, and they were sent packing with injuries.
Ki Fighter
It has been so long. Dumbledore and those he trusted searched for so long to find the missing Boy-Who-Lived. Find him they did with help from Fawkes, however before Phoenix Travel, a ritualistic spell with Runic Scrying was conducted, and they found him on another planet so eerily like Earth. A planet Earth that was much more advanced, and where power surges was evident no matter where you looked. Not that they knew, but they traveled from their Earth, to the Earth of the Dragon Ball realm.
And this is where they came upon the missing savior. Eighteen years old and packing a light muscle frame, with wind-swept jagged locks of hair in all direction, and oddly enough tuffets of hair forming a warped star pattern on the front most area of his head. He had the same green eyes, but they were highlighted with an intense aged look, like he had seen countless battles and fought in dangerous wars. He had a light scar that ran down his face in a slight left diagonal, which the top tip of the scar started just under his first scar that was shaped like a lightning bolt. He wore military-styled pants with numerous large pockets, and wore a large belt with a small length of large silver chain dangling off the right hip. The missing Potter, at a guesstimated height of five eleven (5' 11"), also wore armor-encased pointed dark coal boots, the armor around the toes, ankles, and lining the front up to half point of the lower legs are gold-plated. The shirt was a simple black basketball Jersey made of a mesh-patterned stitching, though they didn't know the fibers were metal fibers made of Adamantine. Around the wrists were large gold thick ring bracelets, and hung off behind the back of his pants was a Scimitar.
Right now though, he was flying through the air at a fast pace, punches and kicks let loose upon his opponent who also matched him in speed, and thrown punches, kicks, and blocks. Both were also lit with a blazing fiery-like white aura that surrounded, making their clothes ripple from the wind generated, and also their power levels they were emitting. Also their hair was flying in all directions. But the two flying combatants pulled away. The other guy, who was older than Harry, and fairly dark-skinned with large lips, suddenly released a ball of bluish white energy like a type of thick beam or water coming out of a large hose. Harry however counters by unsheathing his blade, and with a fast swing, slices the beam in half. The two halves fly off into the distance, exploding harmlessly against any mountain terrain in the distance or the ocean. Harry then with a quick sheath releases a battle cry as he sweeps his right hand before him, releasing green-tinted energy in the form of fireball-shaped blasts. He mimicked the same attack technique with the other hand, and then slaps his hands together before him. The energy attacks all converge, and the man was knocked out of the sky by the sudden attack. Many cheered as he was knocked to the ground pretty rough. Harry Potter was declared the winner as he touches down on the marked arena platform, his white aura dissipating instantly, and that influx of his energy fading away.
"Man, that was a tough fight," Harry muttered, wiping the sweat from his face and forehead, as well as tearing his ruined shirt off his body. Cut to six hours later. The tournament was closing off for another night, with finals starting 7 a.m. in the morning. Harry was minding his own business, walking down the street as the night life on the island the World Martial Arts Tournament is held was busy.
But Harry knew he wasn't alone. Oh, he knew people were trying to be discreet following him. He kicked up speed, and shifted towards an alley. When this guy with a weird eye came after him, he knocked him out with a clear blow to the back of the neck. He groaned. He remembered this man...
Again? Why must these people keep coming back? I am not going off to some strange faraway land, he thought. When they came and found him... well, actually they never did. They only found Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody, knocked out in a dumpster, with Harry taking flight from the scene.