A surprise battle between ultimate-level combatants!

Peko Pekoyama and the unnamed cat, still sitting in its shoebox, took some time alone together. The girl's scary red eyes watched the cat's big, cute, yellow ones with trepidation. She was the type who had a hard time introducing herself and being friendly. But... she did want to pet the cat very badly. There shouldn't be any problem. "Maybe Gundham's just too used to hamsters now and can't deal with anything larger?" she thought to herself, keeping her arms crossed and sitting nearby the cat's box, watching as it adorably licked its cute little paws.

"There... can't be a problem. That's right... I told myself I was going to take happiness with my own two hands. There's nothing wrong with the Ultimate Swordswoman appreciating a kitten," she spoke out loud to herself, burying her hesitant feelings deep within her bosom. With new resolve, she reached out one hand to pet that white kitten's head. "Heh... If just you were a black kitten, I'd feel this was really a destined meeting. I'll call you... Kurosuke," she named the distinctly white cat.

But perhaps it was more appropriate that this adversary didn't wear her preferred colors... for no sooner had she reached out her hand to begin gently tussling the fur upon the cat's head than that same cat jumped for her, grabbing hold of her shirt's hem. She lifted both hands and rose to her feet with a frustrated expression that would look to the untrained eye like killing intent. She had to think of some way to get that cat off without injuring him...

Like a tazmanian devil from some children's cartoon, the cat was making mincemeat of Peko's black school blouse, climbing circles around it with outrageously sharp claws. Rather than cutting her, it got only the fabric, continuing all the way up past her stomach to the point that it reached the mountain of her breasts. Game for the challenge, he lifted his claws to start fresh...

Peko pulled the cat off with both hands, clenching her teeth as she realized she was showing some new under-boob thanks to the cat's efforts... her erotic, black, string bikini top was on display and the straps of her black thong showed just over her hips as well. "Sheesh... This cat has a side like this? Maybe that's why Gundham's hands are taped all the time," she murmured, observing the triumphant cat's smirking face. She held the cat as far away from herself as she could manage, then returned its creepy smirk. "That's okay. I've got the whole day to teach you to behave, Kurosuke." She brought the cat a bit closer to rub her nose against its own.

As if in defiance, the cat bit hold of her red sailor suit tie and immediately pulled it off with its teeth, then pawed it into shreds almost faster than her eyes could see. Her red eyes blinked warily behind her rectangle-rimmed glasses and a dark glower overtook her face. "This is getting old fast. Very well... If you're testing me, then I'll answer with this: Justice!"

She placed the cat back down into its box, where it purred contentedly, then reached to her back and withdrew a massive bamboo sword from its wrapper. "If you think you can stand against justice... come at me, Kurosuke."

The cat bared its claws and gave a shrill "reeeeer" noise.

The two clashed swords.