Bonus Art: Naho of the Bully Code (Patreon)

YellowCat, a long time artist for the patreon for working quick and cheap, needed some work so I'm sending some extra pieces that way. So I had to jump at Naho, the latest member of The Bully Code and minion of the Nightmare Girls. She needs some fleshing out and I'm honestly toying with other teammates but resist the urge to flood it with members... even if my loose idea is timeskip to college at some point and they're a small army of extras.

So check out https://www.deviantart.com/yellowcatart98 for some good weird art.

Naho was up early to prepare for school. That is to say that rather than studying ahead of time, she was off in an alley punching out a long-haired punk.

The thug’s partner let out a battle cry as he charged in behind her with a wooden sword raised high. Naho turned and blocked his wrist with her forearm. The weapon came up short as the attacker flinched in the face of the sneering redhead.

Naho was a girl of fairly average build, but she didn’t appear especially feminine. Her fire-red hair was slicked from front of back, just around chin length in the back. Fierce eyes and sharp, bared canines glared back at the armed delinquent, and thick, visibly muscular arms soaked up his blow without a problem. She most notably wore a boy’s school uniform; some formal-looking slacks and a long-sleeve shirt where she had rolled up the cuffs to her taut and bronze tanned biceps. She sported a bandaid across her nose for no recognizable injury and a small variety of phone charms were clipped to her unoccupied belt loop. A bunny, a red gem, a plastic gold coin… they seemed to have no apparent order, purpose or reason to be there in the first place.

“Ya got some nerve tryin’ ta jump me!” Naho barked as she drove a knee into her latest aggressor’s gut. He huffed and doubled over as she grabbed him by the hair.

“But… you attacked us,” the boy gurgled out before she slammed his face into a trash can. He bounced off and fell limply to the ground as the aggressively grinning girl turned back to the last man standing. The Tiger Chasers were in a heap around and the leader flinched away as he saw her produce a set of brass knuckles from beneath her jacket. Naho slid them on, showing that instead of a flat, dull lining they had more charms on the business end; a horse shoe, a lucky shrine talisman, a four leaf clover…

“Oh shit! You’re Hard Luck Mojimi! The dude that’s been roughing a buncha gangs lately!”

“When will you asshole get it straight!?” Naho shouted, baring her fangs again as she threw her raging strength into her metal-lined punch.

“I’M A CHICK, DAMMIT!”

The gang leader tried to put up his guard and successfully ate the devastating uppercut, lifting him a few inches off the ground before he crashed back to the pavement. Naho stood over the beaten down thugs and dusted off her knucklers before tucking them away.

“Besides, you’re all just warmups,” she muttered. “Won’t be long before I beat up them Nightmare Girls.”

There came a tinny, musical tune from her nearby school bag. It was simple enough in its design but another payload of cute charms and trinkets hung from the side. Naho fished out her phone and her angry expression vanished as she saw her phone.

“Ooh! Horoscope Daily just updated. Better double check,” she noted happily. She started to tap at her phone but barely got a couple steps before she stepped on one of her loose shoelaces. She stumbled and flailed with a panicked yell, wobbling on one foot for a second before falling face first into the pavement.

Naho Majimi had been practicing boxing for a few years now, so she knew her way around a fight. Her utter lack of patience and strong belief in good luck and destiny didn’t make her one to think very far ahead, so as soon as the fists stopped flying, she tended to be an absolute klutz. She paused, facedown in the alleyway like she had been plenty of times before. It was why she had started wearing boy uniforms; they didn’t have skirts for people to look up for all the (many) times she took a spill.

With a gasp, she pushed herself back up and dusted off her uniform. She held her heavily encased phone in one hand, checking the notification she’d received.

“I knew it!” she barked, grinning proudly. “New opportunity to change your life today. Those Kutakori thugs are goin’ down!”