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Guuya yawned. That was never a good sign. Yawns were Broedom's little helpers. Better do something he heard in his head. He thought vaguely about questioning the presence of the little voice and why it had went through the trouble of bothering him in his head when it probably had it's own elsewhere. He desided against it though because little voices were Insanity's helpers. He slowly got up and raised his hand. He was already quite tall and this made him almost like a pillar!"Helloh fellow students! I am Guuya Senji, warrior of the rain people in the far east." He waved his hands around motioning out of order as to different qualities of the rain people of the far east, which were of course non-exhistent. He had meant to to introduce himself as Guuya shenji, a new student but well, the mind wanders. "No I'm not." he corrected himself aloud as if it had just dawned on him. "I am Senji Guuya. This is my first class."

Takara would not help but snort when Gabriel asked if it were up to Karite on who they would spar against. She had not watched him spar, as she was too engrossed in her own fight, but she knew that he was as weak as any other academy student. She decided not to mention it and risk getting in a fight with her roommate. Takara continued to stay silent, and listened as Guuya introduced himself in his own, unique fasion. She could not help but laugh aloud. Vaguely she wondered where the other students were and when class would begin. She decided to sit against the wall while waiting.

Well, when all was said and done, the doors to the class opened again, and Megumi strides in, looking a lot more ragged than usual. He looks like he's certainly seen better days. Maybe it's just the look in his eyes..he looks distant, distracted almost. The carefree and noble look he used to have is..well, it's not there today. He's got somewhat of an almost black aura around him..and those sensitive to reiatsu changes may notice it's not just gloom..it's actually..different..

Keiji steps in not moments after the teacher says this, in his usual basic, simple fashion. He's in the same as he was before..standard uniform, long braid in his hair, and quiet movements in step. Those glasses are sitting on his nose as always, and he gives the teacher a relaxed, and warm smile as he enters, waving to everyone..

" Damn I'm Late. I shouldn't have left." Ryoshi said as he ran into the class. He look around all the people.Man some of these kids look scary.Where is that sensei anyway.

Haro ran through the class door, blood was pouring down from his left hand and he was gasping, obviously out of breath. He did not stop when he was inside however, he kept on until he was infront of where the teacher was seemingly doing paper work. He dropped to his knees and placed his hands upon the floor and bowed his head before standing, realiving there was a bloody hand-print upon the ground where he had bowed down. "I appologise Sensei, I did not intend to be late, but after my battle with the red-hatted woman...my bokken was broken and I needed to fasion a new one, I did not wasnt ot make haste and mess up." He said, bowing without kneeling down this time trying to catch his breath, hoping that his mistake of coming to her class late wouldbe forgiven.

Megumi turns his head for a moment, seeing who it was that greeted him. It all depended on who it was you see; if it was someone that rubbed him the wrong way, they would earn a poke with his practice sword once he got it. Thankfully, it was just his sparring partner from before..and he manages a small smile, though it wasn't anywhere near as genuine as the one he had in the last classes. His eyes are very distant..haunted almost, like he had a bad dream and hasn't woken up yet..


"Oh..hello..good to see you again..you've been practicing I hope? Someone with the potential you have hopefully hasn't been slacking off..heh.."

It's hard to tell whether he's being serious or not this time..but he didn't say it to sound bad.

"My uncle says that a lot of students with skill end up getting a substandard position because they don't practice as much as they can..and it has nothing to do with their actual skill..just that they take that skill for granted.."

The young woman's entrance was actually quite without ceremony, except for the soft chiming of metal against metal, as her shakujo struck the ground lightly with each step she took.

"Ohayo. I apologize for any inconvenience my tardiness may have caused." the smile she wore was gentle, and the tip of her head bared small hoop earrings dangling from her earlobes. Besides that, she wore the traditional student uniform, her sleeves rolled up and pinned up.