Screwing around in school (Itou's academy thread)

[Itou Kasui]

School was a simple time. No big fights, no invasions and no real enemies really. It was just a time that prepared you for the real world. Itou understood this, he never tried to be a big shot or a genius for that matter. He didn't care about those things at all. He simply stayed about his own business, simply not talking to anyone much, keeping his emotionless life to himself. Life in the academy was far from dull and boring though. It wasn't like real school in the human world. it was a school were you learned not maths and English. You learned things such as sword fighting and using magic. You learned the real things that mattered in life. You learned the things required to be a great Shinigami, although only a few would manage to become the big shots, the people who didn't care ended up either dead or useless. The academy was a time when you HAD to pay attention.

Itou walked through the hallways. He was with the crowd of students who where all so excited to get to class. They were chatting away happily, some wher boasting about their noble blood, some boasted about how they were going to become the Captain Commander. Itou was slightly amused by these fools. Chances are they were probably going to simply be weak non seated officers. Most of them, simply did not have the talent or the determination to become in those high spots that only the best of the best would ever get. Itou simply didn't say anything, he simply didn't care, he was going to let his talent speak for itself in the next class. Itou looked at his timetable. "Kendo class huh?" Itou said to himself as he continued down the hallway.

He checked the map for the Kendo dojo. The map was on the back of his timetable. He looked at it, he was looking and walking, he accidentally bumped into someone else. "Watch where you're going toolbag!" The guy said and he continued walking past Itou, "What a douche!" Itou muttered as he picked up his map and continued walking towards the kendo dojo. "Excuse me, do you know where the Kendo dojo is?" A girl asked. She seemed pretty shy and small. "Follow me!" Itou said.

After about thirty more seconds they were at the kendo dojo. "Yea so like, my dad's pretty rich, I'm gonna own everyone in Kendo class today!" Some over confident kid said. Itou glared at the kid. He noticed Itou glaring at him, "Got something to say?!" He asked Itou. "Shut...the...fuck up!" Itou said.The rich boy looked taken aback slightly by this. He walked up to Itou. Itou stepped up to him, glaring at him, clearly showing him that Itou could break every bone in his body if he wanted. The boy stepped back, looking slightly scared. "D-dont worry, I'll just take him out in Kendo class!" He said as he tried to look hard and strong. Clearly it wasn't convincing.

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1.Kendo.1-2 SP SPR as soon as possible.
2.Kido.1-2 SP (I don't know how that will work since he's a fighter type v1. Might ask if I can skip it.)
3.Travel class.1-2 SP
4.Spirit Communications.1-2 SP
5.History (squad requires it)
6.Speed
7.Reiatsu focus

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Strength - 105 (157) Points

Speed - 50 (80) Points

Spiritual Pressure - 150 Points

Reiatsu Strength 38 Points

Light Aura - 20 Points

Dark Aura - 80 Points

Instinct - 50 Points

Senses 50 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 445 Points

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: Royce said he's busy with his Harvard work and all those stupid things. So he asked me to run your thread instead. :)

IC:

"My name is Elektra Conda..." the teacher was saying when Itou and the rich boy got into a sort of quarrel in his class. The rich boy had a cocky smirk on his face, and Itou had a sort of stoic and aggressive attitude. Both were not the best of socialites for these very purposes. They also were not the very best of listeners, because the instructor's words were trailing off when they were both able to once again pay attention to him. They had missed some important information, judging by the looks of the other students. "...est level Kendo class. I am a former Captain of Squad 11 and the sword is my art."

During his time talking, he arrived at the rich boy and at Itou, and with a sharp, crackling movement, he snapped up a kendo sword and rapped it against their rear ends. The pain was like if Itou had had his butt set on fire and then poured acid onto it to try to cure the wound and douse the fire. It was not a good feeling at all. He might lose his footing too. It was painful to get hit like that, but the instructor was so fast, so strong, that even if he'd wanted to try to look cool, he couldn't have stopped the instructor's hit. The rich boy that Itou had gotten into quarrel with however had fallen over, and was teary eyes.

"M...my father wi-" he began, but was cut off. The instructor glanced down at him, and his eyes had menace. The killing intent was real. The rich boy shut up immediately. He stood up and dusted himself off. "Hey, kid..." a voice on the rich kid's other side said. "Don't you be slackin' cause you're rich! My family's got plenty'o moolah, but I ain't buyin' into that holier-than-thou attitude. There's a pretty solid difference between money and power..." He had pale white skin and gelled back black hair. He had a huge grin on his face as he put his hand on the rich kid's shoulder to speak to him.

The students were lined up militaristically. The teacher had blown a whistle earlier, and some students had known to get in line. Those who had not known had been slammed with a wooden bokuto four times to their rear end. They were all lined up, and some were gossiping. "Did you hear...?" "I heard this guy is the hardest in our year..." "There's a famous person in this class..." "The Kasumi'Oji Heir..." "There's a Kuchiki in this class..." "There are two Kawadas in this class..." And so on and so forth. Itou might want to consider checking around for these students. There were many famous students in this class.

The following instructions were simplistic. Find a sparring partner. As soon as the students were given their leave, Itou would witness the man with the pale skin and the huge grin spar the rich boy he had wanted to spar. It took about five seconds. The rich boy had a mighty strike, and his blow shattered the pale man's wooden sword into many pieces instantly. The man, unphased, blurred. When he finished blurring, there was a scream. The pieces had lodged into the rich boy. Two large pieces, one per shoulder, and dozens of tiny fragments in each knee. He was on the ground bleeding. Several students were gawking at him.

[Itou Kasui]

"My name is Elektra Conda..." Who the fuck was that? Itou sure as hell had never heard of him but then again he didn’t really know any shinigami since he pretty much just came in from Rukongai. Itou wasn’t really listening though. This guy was being a pain, he was a pretty spoiled brat. Itou hated people like that. They had everything served to them on a plate so they thought everything was easy so didn’t bother learning, they thought they could get it all when they wanted how they wanted when their parents had gotten all their possessions for them. People like that turned out to be the weakling who couldn’t defend themselves in survival of the fittest.

Suddenly Itou felt a very sharp pain in his rear end. It was so sudden and so hard that Itou nearly fell to the floor, the only reason he didn't lose his footing was because he had managed to support himself with the wall to keep himself from falling down in pain. His face was slightly twisted with pain but he knew he could take it. He realized it was the kendo teacher who had hit him. He had hit the rich boy as well and he was on the floor tearing up. "M...my father wi-" he was cut off. It seemed the kendo teacher glared at him, threatening him. Itou’s rear was stinging it was throbbing with pain. Suddenly another guy came and put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't you be slackin' cause you're rich! My family's got plenty'o moolah, but I ain't buyin' into that holier-than-thou attitude. There's a pretty solid difference between money and power..." At least this guy understood.

Everyone was told to line up. Itou didn’t want to get another feel of that kendo stick so just stood next to the guy who was in a line. Itou could hear the sound of more and more gossip. Obviously they were pretty excited that a bunch of famous people were in their class. "Did you hear...?" "I heard this guy is the hardest in our year..." "There's a famous person in this class..." "The Kasumi'Oji Heir..." "There's a Kuchiki in this class..." "There are two Kawadas in this class..."

There sure was a lot of gossip. Itou wasn’t worried about these famous people though. Most of these people where famous because of their bloodline or that their parents had done all the hard work. In Itou’s eyes they were just normal people who simply had a much better life style and background that him. It wasn’t like they were famous because of anything THEY did. The task was simple now, find a sparring partner. It shouldn’t have been too hard since a few people might want to fight him after the little scuffle he got with the spoiled brat. Still there were a lot of people in this class.

Itou saw the rich boy and the pale guy spar. The rich boy shattered the man’s sword in one swing! Well that was impressive. Itou was simply holding his kendo stick looking at how the pale man would react. The shattering seemed to provoke a rather aggressive reaction. Within a few seconds the rich boy had wooden stumps impaled all over his body. That sucked, especially since it was the first lesson and there had already been a serious injury! He was on the floor bleeding. A bunch of the students started gawking, starring in disbelief.

Itou was just as shocked, his eyes widened in shock at the way the rich boy had been taken down within a few seconds. It got Itou pumped up slightly, the blood was excellent, the need to fight was growing and growing. Itou went up to the next person he saw. They weren’t looking at him so Itou didn’t know if it was a guy or girl but it was most likely a guy to the shorter hair. Itou tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey do you wish to be my sparring partner?” Itou asked, no emotion in the request what so ever. He didn’t seem shy, excited or angry, it was simply straight forward and blunt. It was just requesting the spar, what else could there really be?

[Kento Waffles]

"Absolutely!"

The response was both ecstatic and jovial amid the turbulent mess of a room created by the incident that had left a student unfit to continue class and required him to away himself to the nurse's office nearby. The response was evoked from a young man, only a little over Itou in age. The man had blond hair, which was rather thick, not particularly long, but definitely bushy enough that it was no wonder Itou had not been certain of the gender when he first decided to approach the nearest person to him and ask for a spar. It was a good thing that it was a man, too. After a display of power by the Kasumi'Oji Heir, which Itou had missed, most of the women in the room were hard pressed to top it, and could not do so without falling dramatically short.

The young blond man had an average build. He was lean, slender. He was not so femininely slender as many of the "rockers" that were adored by some (potentially lesbian) of the privileged type in the human world. However, he was nothing special or athletic. He was everyone's typical average Joe, and that would probably suit Itou just fine. It could be presumed that at least half of the students in the class had some kind of chip on their shoulder, and the immature desire to "prove themselves." This person though didn't look like he had any such intention. The broad, straight and white toothed smile on his face made him appear very casual and friendly.

"That guy sure has got a chip on his shoulder." the blond man said with a casual smile, throwing a joke in as he pointed behind him at the rich boy being taken away after the injury that had been given to him by the pale man. "Or should I say a chip in his shoulder?! AM I RIGHT?!" That was an obnoxious joke. He had killed his own joke, but his friendly laughter put the atmosphere at ease once again. He seemed to possess the sort of cordial warmth which attracted others to him and made him a well liked social butterfly. On cue, someone whispered something nearby about the pale man. "Man..that Jagger Kawada is something...He's going to finish at the top of our year for sure..."

After they had some distance between them, the blond man took a relaxed Kendo stance, his feet shoulder width apart, his center balance planted. He was practiced in the art of Kendo. If he wasn't practiced, he had at least witnessed it enough to have a fair idea of how to copy it. He had on that perpetual and continued smile on his face. "Oh, by the way," he said, introducing himself far too late to be considered common courtesy, "I'm Yamamoto. Yamamoto Kenshin." He raised his blade and held it two handed. His grip was perfectly balanced. It was a bit loose, but not too tight. He wasn't an observer. He had some skill.

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He's a Weapons Master type.

Strength - 80 (160) Points

Speed - 50 (100) Points

Spiritual Pressure - 50 (25) Points

Reiatsu Strength 25 (13) Points

Light Aura - 20 Points

Dark Aura - 80 Points

Instinct - 50 Points

Senses 50 Points

Energy sensory - 50 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 355 Points

[Itou Kasui]

Itou heard someone say. So that was what his name was huh? So there was a Kawada in here. He sure was talented. It seemed that the richer people had some sort of training or something if they already had some skill already. “That guy sure has a chip on his shoulder.” He heard his opponent say. Itou shrugged, he didn’t really feel sorry for the rich kid. Itou had only just met and he already didn’t like him. He was too cocky, too overconfident and as a result he was taken out and badly injured. Itou simply sighed as he took his kendo stance, a grip that was not too hard, one foot in front of the other, he was ready now. He was lucky, the kendo rod felt perfect. The perfect weight and perfect feel, it felt like an extension of his arm.

“Or should I say in his shoulder!? AM I RIGHT?!” He said. That joke wasn’t that funny. Not many things made Itou laugh. “My name is Itou Kasui, I wasn’t born here or nothing I just came here after I died.” Itou explained as he loosened himself with a few practice swings. Itou could hear someone whisper who was close to him. “Man that Jagger Kawada is something, he’s going to finish top of the class for sure!” So that was the Kawada. Well that changed everything. It seemed the rich people weren’t total beginners after all.

“I’m Yammamoto Kenshin.” The man said. Itou nodded, he raised his kendo sword and Yammamoto did the same. Without doing anything Itou rushed at him. He decided it would be best to feint, it was un expected. Itou did a fake, he made it look like he was looking to hit Yammamoto over the head but swung his kendo stick around in order to catch him across was waist. Why did he do this? He wanted him to guard against blows aimed for his upper body but Itou was aiming for his lower body, if his kendo sword was raised to block the slash how would he defend the blow aimed for his waist? Itou was strong, pretty strong, stronger than an athlete but he did not lack skill by a long shot.

After the blow he pivoted, keeping his kendo stick ready to guard or attack if any opportunities arose. He crouched down and swung right at the back of his legs, aiming to catch him across the legs and send him crashing to the ground. Without stopping he swung the kendo stick right down, it he was on the ground then he would feel the full force of Itou’s strength on his face but if he was still standing then he would feel the full force right on the top of his head, probably leaving a large bruise where ever it hit. When Itou was fighting he was fighting to beat him down with the rod, he was fighting to win, it may have only been class but he didn’t want people thinking he was weak.

After the swing to crash onto his head or face Itou jabbed at his opponents arms, pressure points, shoulders, elbows and hands. Aiming to disarm and get him to drop his weapon and leave him with bruises and pain all over. He wanted to force Yammamoto to drop his kendo rod and succumb to pain. He wanted to make him fall to the floor in pain. Itou wasn’t holding back, he was doing what logic and instinct told him to do. It was telling him to attack. “Do you still wish to continue or must I continue battering against your body with my weapon?” Itou asked, slightly over confident but dead serious. If he wasn’t prepared for the force and skill of the attacks he’d be on the floor, his body hurting all over. Itou simply glared at him, waiting for an answer.

[Kento Waffles]

Right off the bat, Yamamoto demonstrated that he had a similar build to Itou. His roundabout way of defense started with a slight raising maneuver. He didn't need to raise his sword too high. He only needed to edge it slightly, and angle it to block the feint attack. Since that attack though was just a feint, it left Itou backing away and swooping down into a lower body strike. The surprise factor came after that. Itou was fast. In human world standards, he was as fast as some proficient athletes often were. Yamamoto was faster than Itou was.

Itou's tactic could work on a lot of opponents if they had no skill, but the opponent that he had chosen had skill. The opponent was also faster than he was. Slower opponents would have been out right there, if they had no experience, but Itou's opponent had experience and speed. His blade moved downward, blocking Itou's blade. There was a loud sound which resounded across the room, echoed by others making the same sound. It was the sharp crack that accompanied the meeting of two kendo swords. Since the first attack had been blocked, Itou or Yamamoto were left free to deliver other attacks. Itou was the attacker.

Yamamoto proceeded to make no movements, instead recentering himself and readjusting his weapon to be centered as well. Haughtily, Itou moved to attack with another low hit. Yamamoto did not crouch to defend, but instead he took a step back, lowering his blade and then flicking it upward. What happened was that by taking a step back, he dodged most of the blow. By flicking his blade up from the ground, he had snagged part of Itou's sword as it moved, and his blade struck it, causing it to fly upwards. This played to Itou's momentum, since he raised his blade for a powerful smash hit attack, like an axe wielder would use.

That was a mistake. He would have learned from the first two connections of their swords that Yamamoto had roughly the same physical strength that he did. In reality, Yamamoto was a little bit stronger than Itou, and he was faster. Yamamoto was built for physical combat, just like Itou was. Itou's mistake was raising his blade so high. A high raise maneuver left his chest completely vulnerable, especially with a two handed grip on a Kendo sword. With his blow being a clumsy chop, Itou could actually have been taken out right there. A powerful hit to the chest from someone of Yamamoto's strength would have ended the fight. With the speed difference and circumstances, Itou would not have been able to defend.

However, Yamamoto slipped as he approached Itou. "Whoa!" he exclaimed. He spun while falling, reorienting himself in the middle of the spin. Just as Itou's blade came down, Yamamoto was righted again and back on his feet. There was a loud crack! as Yamamoto drove his blade up to meet Itou's as it descended. Itou would feel the force of the blade connection in his arms, and his ears and arms would buzz and ring from the last impact. Because of the position Yamamoto had been in a few moments before, if Itou was good at analyzing battle, he'd probably know that if Yamamoto had been more proficient, the fight would have ended there.

As it was, Yamamoto had made a mistake, since he too was just an academy student, and Itou was left to continue his rampage. Itou began a series of quick jab attacks. Yamamoto dodged most of them, and blocked those that he didn't dodge. His speed was such that he could dodge most of them. Those he blocked were blocked with simple deflection or spin maneuvers by his sword. When Itou was finished attacking, he made a stoic comment to Yamamoto. Yamamoto unearthed a hearty laugh of great cheer. He was enjoying this sparring match! Itou was more focused than Yamamoto.

"That's good spirit!" Yamamoto exclaimed. "You're pretty good at this! I wouldn't count me out yet, though." After Yamamoto spoke, another voice spoke too. This came from a Kawada. Jagger Kawada. He was sitting on the bench at the side of the room, resting. His eyes were on Yamamoto's and Itou's fight, because they were located nearest to the benches. "Relax..." Jagger purred to Itou. "You guys are just getting warmed up. You haven't landed a hit on him. No need to get cocky yet." Jagger was grinning. "Breathe a little...breathe. When you and I fight at some point this year...man, you'd better breathe then. I don't like boring fights." Judging by the kinds of things he said and the look of his smile, he probably liked to piss people off.

"Here I come!" Yamamoto decided. He ran towards Itou. His kendo blade was a blur of motion. His first strike was mid level, diagonal. It was aimed at the chest. It was a simple attack, but it was faster than Itou was, so he would be rushing to defend against it. Dodging would be very difficult, and it would leave him exposed to a followup. It was intended to be blocked. Since he was an academy student though, he might not understand this analysis of the sword attack, and might try to dodge anyway. It was a possibility. Yamamoto's first strike, successful or not, was followed by a second one of the same variety, consecutively used after the first.

After that strike, if Itou blocked it, there would be more. If he chose however to dodge the first strike, then he'd find he was offbalance, and the second strike would not only be impossible to dodge, but it would disarm and then hit him square in the chest. If he blocked though, he'd be privy to the third strike, which became a spin. Using his forward momentum that he had already gathered, Yamamoto rotated his body three hundred and sixty degrees, spinning into a powerful attack toward the hip. He was going with full power. This looked like a very tough blow. If Itou had blocked both of the first two hits, he would be able to block this third, though the strength would be surprising. If he chose to dodge or try to dodge the second hit after blocking the first, this strike was guaranteed to hit his side and end it.

[Itou Kasui]

Wow he was quick, skilled as well; from the way he reaction to the blows Itou could tell he was probably quicker and stronger than him. He was actually lucky, maybe doing a chop like that wasn’t the smartest thing in the world to do. If he hadn’t slipped the blow to the chest would’ve ended it right there and then. This guy had a lot of skill and seemed to be really good. Maybe he had some training before he came to the academy it seems. Itou thought to himself. Yammamoto was still in high spirits even after blocking and dodging the blows Itou thought could take him out. He was obviously pretty laid back by his tone. Then Itou heard Jagger Kawada speak to him.

”Relax..” Jagger purred to him. Itou almost jumped in surprise when Jagger spoke to him, it came as a shock. He wasn’t expecting him to speak. “You guys are just getting warmed up. You haven’t even landed a hit on him. No need to get cocky yet.” Jagger said, with a huge grin on his face. “Just breathe a little... breathe. When you and I fight at some point in the year you man... man, you’d better breathe then. I don’t like boring fights.” Itou was irked someone by this comment. He seemed to be trying to piss him off based on the huge grin he had on his face.

“I’ll look forward to that day for sure Jagger, I assure you that fight will not be ‘boring’.” Itou said, staying stoic as he usually was. He didn’t bother with calling him Kawada-san or Kawada-sama. As far as Itou was concerned Jagger was no more important than him. As pupils in the academy they were all equal in Itou’s eyes. Itou took a defensive stance, there was some truth in Jagger’s words. He hadn’t expected him to be so strong and skilled, he expected this to be a walk in the park, Itou had never been so wrong in his life. Itou took three deep breaths, calmed himself down and relaxed, his reflexes on point now.

“Here I come!” Yammamoto said as he ran at Itou. Itou analyzed his hand movements, trying to predict where he was going to sttike, there was one problem, he was fast, too fast! Itou barely had time to dodge, the only thing Itou had time to do was raise his arms in order to block. The sound of kendo sticks clashing rung throughout the room as his hand shook slightly, he had blocked that blow, he was lucky. Next time he would be more prepared. Itou raised his sword and parried the next strike, he wasn’t quick enough to dodge so he could only raise his arms to block and parry.

He felt like he kendo sword was going to slip but he kept a tight firm grip on it, it didn’t budge an inch. Damn he’s good, he seems to be spinning! Itou thought to himself as he took a step back and steeled himself for the clash that would inevitably ring throughout the room again. Itou saw the swing was coming towards his hip, Itou knew that if that hit he’d be on the floor pretty hurt bad, he wasn’t having that for sure. Itou lowered his sword town so the stick slammed into his stick. Itou was shocked, the strength was surprising, it was pretty hard the way he blocked the swing, the swing was so hard, he was surprised his kendo stick didn’t shatter form the force and impact.

Itou simply let out a small grunt as he pushed Yammamoto’s sword away to the side so he could leave his chest wide open. He then proceeded to thrust towards his opponent’s chest. He did it with force, not so much that he was off balanced and exposed but enough that he could wind his opponent and make him drop to the floor. Since his sword was already pointed forwards Itou then did an upwards swing, aiming to slam his wooden stick with force againt Yammamoto’s chin, knock him out maybe. Itou then brought his sword back, guarding himself from any counter attacks that might come his way.

Itou used his forwards momentum, mimicking Yammamoto’s move somewhat. Instead of spinning he pivoted with his right foot, hoping to make him face the opposite side of Yammaoto and catch him off guard. After the quick pivot he raised his stick and swung, trying to make it slam against his shoulder. Itou then crouched down slightly, not so much that he was exposed to a slam against his head but enough so he could take out Yammamoto’s head. He swung his sword towards the back of his legs, hoping to catch him and make him fall flat on his back. Itou then made some distance between him and Yammamoto so he was out of range from any strikes and attacks. I should be more careful in case anything he catches me by surprise Itou thought to himself.

He hoped he hadn’t left any room for errors in his attacks, they were straight forwards and none of them left any of his valuables exposed. The thrust wasn’t too hard that it put him off balance and un able to dodge. The swing upwards didn’t really leave him valuable either since it wasn’t like the time when he raised the stick over his head and attacked. The spin was quick and short, hopefully not leave him too vulnerable. The crouch was more defensive but also tactical, dodge any swings to his upper body and makes the target smaller and harder to hit, covering most of his vulnerable parts and leaving all of his exposed parts easily vulnerable. Itou had learned his lesson from before and had listened to Jagger Kawada’s words. Maybe breathing actually did help when he really needed to calm down and fight. Maybe he wasn’t just saying it to piss him off. Maybe it was actual genuine advice. Itou only hoped the next combo of attacks had left Yammamoto incapacitated.

[Kento Waffles]

Yamamoto's defending was flawless. He shifted his position and centered his body once again, this time stepping to the side as he did it, so that the side of his body faced Itou. His sword deflected Itou's to the side, and then he turned so that his full body would face Itou again. Never wavering, Yamamoto brought up his sword to fully block the chin strike. He was showing impressive physical power and great stamina, as well as proficiency with his sword. He was probably better than Itou at Kendo. In a drawn out sword fight, Yamamoto would probably win.

Therefore, a tip to Itou would have been to try to end things before his stamina started to run low. Ending things immediately was impossible, but a more concise fight would do him good since Yamamoto had this kind of skill with his sword. It was very likely that someone as mastered in these arts as Yamamoto had no reiatsu power, however. This was probably his counterbalance weakness. Itou had a similar weakness. In exchange for his physical power, he had no aptitude for reiatsu at all. He would definitely be doomed in his next class, which was Kido. That would be a problem.

Yamamoto pivoted as Itou spun into his next attacking maneuver. He blocked Itou's imitation of his own move, and this time retaliated with a swing at Itou's head just as Itou ducked. Itou had been planning on ducking already. His dodge there was a fluke. Yamamoto had been so swift with that movement that he could have had Itou if Itou had not foreplanned that movement. With Itou crouching and aiming at the legs, Yamamoto had a choice for how to respond to that. He could do the same move that he had done the last time Itou had gone for a low hit, or he could do something more off-guard.

Yamamoto chose the latter option, and slapped his blade down onto Itou's as it approached. Itou would find the physical power behind the blow had gathered more to be significantly greater, because Yamamoto had had a descending strike, gathering more momentum. This slammed Itou's blade onto the ground, pinning it there for a second, and forcing all of his momentum to nigh and to be there. It left him vulnerable to an attack from Yamamoto. Yamamoto looked like he was about to attack Itou! He raised his blade, preparing for a strike. Itou was in trouble. It was a moment of heart pounding.

Whether or not Itou could defend against the attack would never be known, though. It was not a guaranteed hit, but it was a difficult maneuver to avoid. If it had hit, it would have ended the fight by knocking Itou's face and chest. His nose probably would have been broken, and he would probably have been sent flying and even broken a couple of ribs. A sharp whistle cut them off by blowing through the air, leaving Yamamoto's blade halted. It looked as if it was suspended in mid air. Yamamoto smiled a cheeky smile and lowered his blade. He stepped back so as to give Itou some room to recover himself.

"That was awesome!" Yamamoto exclaimed with a smile. "We have got to do that again some time." The teacher had blown the whistle. They were all to stop sparring. He informed them briefly that he knew of the average level of the class, and where to begin teaching them. The next day, he would begin, he said. Yamamoto extended his hand to Itou to shake, but whether or not Itou shook it was up to him. The bell rang soon after that, so it wasn't like he had a lot of time or a lot of obligation to the affair anyway. "I've gotta run!" Yamamoto said. "My next class is on the other side of campus! See you tomorrow, Itou! OR later if we have another class together. Haha! Let's be friends, alright? Bye!"

Yamamoto sprinted off. As Itou walked, he would learn something. Jagger Kawada was walking the same route as him. They arrived at the same class. They both arrived at Kido class. Jagger grinned maniacally. "That fight wasn't bad..." Jagger said to Itou when he caught up to him. "But you made a mistake. He was going to beat you. You let that fight go too long. Tick tock. Learn timing. Don't disappoint me later." He slicked back his hair with that continued grin, and walked into the Kido classroom. That had been his first reaction to Itou. Jagger was a scary person. His cool, nonchalant voice and his volatile smile were a combination that induced only the most severe of paranoia and discomfort.

The thin, scraggly man that was Reti-Sensei, the Kido teacher, seemed very fussy about the directions. His eyes peered at them all from a thin, fragile body through curious moon-eye spectacles. His directions were very clear and very concise. He ordered each student to line up, then introduce themselves from left to right. As they did, he expected them to attempt to focus on creating an orb of reiatsu in their hands. Itou somehow ended up near the end of the line. He was next to a few people who were worth notice. On his left was Jagger Kawada, the last in the line. The person that came before Itou was a girl who was around his age, with shiny black hair, short in a bob cut, and pale skin. She had cool lips and hazel eyes. She was about Itou's height. She was slender. There was only one curious thing about her. When she introduced herself, her reiatsu orb had been shaped already. It was a star when she held it up. "Rumi Katsawa." she said.

Itou's turn.

[Itou Kasui]

Damn it looks like I’m trapped! Itou thought to himself, he was clearly panicking. There were some defensive actions he could do but they might not work, Yammamoto was just stronger and faster than he was. Itou got read but suddenly the whistle blew. It was a sharp sound, signalling the end of the class. Itou sighed in relief. He got up from his crouching position; he scratched the back of his head and then put his kendo stick over his shoulder. He was sweating, his heart was pounding. It had been a close fight. Obviously Itou still had a lot to learn since he had no formal training in the art of kendo. The teacher told them he knew the average of the class and knew where to begin training them.

“That was awesome! Yammamoto exclaimed, still with a huge grin on his face. “You and I have got to do that again some time.” He said. Itou grinned and nodded, it seemed he had already made a sparring partner, someone to push himself with. Maybe in the near future they would be a good team. Yammamoto extended his hand and Itou gripped it and shook it. “Until next time!” Itou said. “I’ve gotta run!” He said. “My next class is on the other side of campus! See you tomorrow, Itou OR see you later if we have another class together. Haha! Let’s be friends, alright? Bye!” At that he ran out of the classroom.

Itou laid down his kendo stick so the next class could use it and walked out the door. He looked on his schedule and saw he had kido next. He could see Jagger was still near him, maybe they had the same kido class as well. When Itou arrived at kido class Jagger was next to him and started speaking to him. “That fight wasn’t bad..” Jagger said, with a huge smile on his face. It creeped Itou out a little bit but he didn’t really mind. “Thanks,” Itou replied. “But you made a mistake. He was about to beat you. You let that fight go on too long. Tick tock. Learn the timing. Don’t disappoint me later.” Jagger said. Itou nodded, Itou appreciated criticism. He knew he wasn’t the perfect master at sword play yet anyway. “Alright I’ll make sure I work on it.” Itou said.

Finally the teacher let them in and they were all in a line. Itou was near the back of the line, next to Jagger and some other girl who he had never seen before. The instructor told them to make orbs of reiatsu and show it to them as he went down the line. He introduced himself as Reti-sensei. He didn’t seem like much of a fighter, his body seemed weak but maybe that was why he was a kido instructor, maybe in his day he wasn’t really much of a physical fighter. “Rumi Katsawa.” She said as she held up her orb. Except it wasn’t an orb. It was a star. Was she really this good already?

The teacher looked at Itou expectingly. There was silence for a moment, all eyes on him. He could see Jagger and Rumi looking at him.“Itou Kasui.” Itou said loudly as he raised his hand. He focused his reiatsu and could see it gathering but didn’t feel right. Suddenly it sputtered and burned his hand slightly. Itou just looked at his hand, this reiatsu had literally shut itself off when he needed it most. Itou tried again, the same thing happened over and over again. He was really making a fool of himself right now! “Work damn it!” Itou shouted as he tried it again. Nothing happened. Itou simply gave up and took one step away from the sensei, wondering how he and the class would react to this embarrassment.

[Kento Waffles]

"Well, that's okay!" Reti-Sensei assured Itou. "Not everyone gets it on their first try. I'm sure that it will come to you with time and practice." He was wrong, naturally. Maybe he knew it, and maybe he didn't, but Itou was one of those Shinigami who never had any affinity for reiatsu, and who never would have any affinity for reiatsu. They were not uncommon. Some of the best Shinigami currently in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads were like that. They couldn't use Kido at all. However, this would not stifle the blow Itou was about to take to his ego.

Jagger Kawada was next. When he introduced himself, his name was said first. Then the orb came. It could not really be described as an orb. As soon as Jagger began to funnel his reiatsu, it burned brightly. It was not an orb, but it was not even visible. Because nothing was visible. It was so bright and powerful, and emitted such ferocity when it was unleashed, that it blinded the room. Only Reti-Sensei, who was experienced in reiatsu, had any kind of technique to shield his eyes from the blindness. No one saw the huge grin on Jagger's face, but they could probably imagine it.

When the light faded, everyone had to readjust for several seconds. "Well..." Reti-Sensei admitted, "That was certainly something!" That was the only way that he could describe it, so this left the rest of class to perform activities. "That was my only plan for today!" Reti-Sensei decided, destroying any images anyone had of other things that could be done in that class. "We'll begin for real tomorrow. Spend the rest of class socializing or something." He left them to themselves on that comment. This meant that Itou had the choice of doing something. He could leave if he wanted. He could speak to someone if he wanted. He could do absolutely nothing if he wanted. The choice was his.

[Kennon Kira]

Itou was pretty humiliated since he was pretty much outshone by everyone on the class. They had all at least managed to shape their reiatsu in some shape or form and Itou's had just burned his hand as if it were a snake that didn't like him. Itou just wanted to punch a wall, to kill someone, simply break them. "Not everyone gets it on their first try. I'm sure that it will come to you with time and practice." He said, trying to reassure Itou. Itou was still slightly angry at himself.

Then it was Jagger's turn. First Itou was looking at his hand excitingly the next he was screaming while shielding his eyes with his hands after a bright light him after it came from his palm.When the lights stopped flashing in his head and around his vision Itou could then see again, his sight was slightly blurry but getting better and better as time went on.

Itou wondered what they were going to do next. Maybe they were going to shoot some kido for real this time? "That was my only plan for today!" Reti-Sensei decided. "We'll begin for real tomorrow. Spend the rest of class socializing or something." Reti said. Itou then walked up to Rumi Katswada. He was curious who she was and how she managed to make that star shape so easily. Really Itou didn't really care that they weren't doing anything else. It just meant that he wouldn't humiliate himself even further if they kept trying to fire spells.

"Hey my name is Itou Kasui. Yea my kido orb wasn't the best or anything but your was certainly good. Is kido your best subject or something?" Itou asked. He was generally good at starting conversation even though he barely talked and made friends with people. This girl like Yammamoto, Itou was actually interested in. He had his hands in his pockets. He tried to make his voice sound less stoic and frightening and more friendly. He smiled, no teeth, more like a grin than anything else. He was confident that he could start a conversation. "I don't seem to be any good at kido like you saw but you seem to be good at this kind of stuff." Itou said, trying to move the conversation along. If they weren't practicing then maybe it wou;dn't hurt socializing with someone right?

[Kento Waffles]

Rumi laughed a light laugh which consisted of a sporadic series of staccato notes, all at impressively and beautifully high pitches. Her laugh could almost be compared to a Do Re Mi scale, and was hardly the prosaic echolalia which so adorned most laughter. She was pretty when she laughed, but nothing special. The girl was very small, with straight black hair, and large blue eyes. She looked like she was very very young. She had the physical appearance of a thirteen year old. Her laugh was still pleasant to hear, and was by no means diminished.

"That's a strange question to ask someone!" she reprimanded, though only in mock stern. "Is Kido my best subject or something? I'd argue that my best subject is history, but we'll see next period." Itou continued to speak about his failure in Kido, and complimented Rumi's expertise in at least shaping her reiatsu. Most people had struggled to make an orb. She had effortlessly created one and also turned it into a different shape. She was a prodigy of reiatsu, if one was ever to be encountered. She had, however, still been literally outshone by Jagger, whose bright light had eclipsed all other attempts and dominated the room.

"What of yourself?" Rumi asked. "What would you define as your best subject?" She was very polite and mild mannered. She seemed to be a little bit shy. She would accept and reciprocate conversation, but she would never seek out or initiate it herself. She was calm and quiet; A mousy girl with a thin frame and a song of a voice. She was socializing normally with Itou, but the room suddenly changed a few moments later. If he didn't take time to think about his answer, his answer came before the event. If he took time, it came during or not at all if he had a different idea of reaction in mind.

All of a sudden, something blazed past Itou's ear, leaving a very shallow, barely noticeable cut on the edge. If he turned to see what had cut him and drawn that single drop of blood, there was a light blue needle of reiatsu barely longer than the average finger nail, pinned in the wall and already dissolving. "Whoops!" someone across the room yelled. "Terribly sorry, old sport!" The person across the room that had launched the needle had spiky red hair like fire, but ice blue eyes and pale skin. He had a devious beam on his face as he bobbed up and down. He was jumping around the room with two friends, and they were all launching needles and orbs of reiatsu at each other.

It was impressive that three in that class had already learned how to shape reiatsu to a fine enough degree so as to make those almost harmless needles. They were also able to throw or even fire the orbs like projectiles. Upon impact, these dissolved into what looked like mere steam of blue color, and the steam disappeared. However, it was impressive still that they had this skill already. Even Rumi had not displayed the ability to launch her creation, even though it had been far better shaped and taped with much more splendid detail. Rumi shrugged with a humble smile to ease the tension, but Itou was free to give his own reaction to the ruckus created in the room.

[Itou Kasui]

She seemed like a calm person. Cheerful and social. She was basically the except opposite to Itou who’s entire life had been filled with negativity, each good thing being ripped away and replaced with something bad and terrible. Despair and sadness is what filled Itou’s life. Those painful experiences led to the emotionless guy we all know today. “I don’t really know what my best subject is. I don’t really know much about the Shinigami arts but I am alright in Kendo I guess. I enjoy using swords and hand to hand combat.” Itou explained. His hands were in his pocket and he simply seemed calm and slightly dull.

Before he could say anything more something whizzed past his ear. Leaving one of the lightest grazes Itou had ever felt. Itou turned around to see the cause of the hit. He saw it, it was barely noticeable and Itou barely managed to see what it was. It was a very small reiatsu needle that was already dissolving. Itou heard someone exclaim and then turned to see the cause of this. A man with red spiky hair, pale skin and blue eyes called out to him. “Terribly sorry ,old sport” The man said apologetically. Itou gritted his teeth, biting back the urge to punch him in the face.

Itou simply replied “It’s okay I’m not hurt” Itou simply turned back and resumed talking to her. “I didn’t know three of us in this class could shape and throw reiatsu already. They seem to be very good a control.” Itou explained. Itou simply sighed as he looked at the girl. Wondering what she would say next. Although Itou was generally a cold and stoic guy he could be a nice guy when he wanted to. This was one of those times when he wanted to.

[Kento Waffles]

An enormous explosion suddenly veered in the room. It was large enough that the sound cascaded into everyone's ears. Several people in the center of the room were thrown back by the force of the explosion. Itou and Rumi were lucky. They were far enough away from the epicenter of the blast that they were untouched by all except the sound. The smoke was quick to clear, and surprisingly there was very little damage. Mostly, things were okay. No debris, nothing had actually been destroyed. No one had been injured beyond minor bruises.

However, two people stood in the center of the room. They were entangled in an argument. The first of them was the man with the spiky hair. "I told you, it was an accident, old sport! Calm down!" The second person was unusual. He looked regular mostly, but with one off-trait. While he passed for a slender, short black haired, pale man of average height, slightly older than Itou, he had a signature trait. His right eye was black where it should be white, and the coloring was a glowing magenta. He had black tattoos around that one eye shaped like fire. In both eyes, he looked terribly angry.

There were gossiping people all around. He looked like he was going to attack the person with red hair, who may have accidentally antagonized him. The whispers spoke of the strange man's eye changing to that state all of a sudden. People wondered what was wrong with his eye, and they asked what exactly that was. It looked particularly dangerous. His pupil in the demented eye visibly split, becoming three curved figures that spun around. The flames began to glow, and the tattoos stretched and began to cover more of his face. This was not going to end well.

[Itou Kasui]

Now if there was something Itou hated it was arguments. Why was this guy trying to start a brawl when everyone was trying to have a conversation or practice. Itou knew he couldn't concentrate on the conversation so he did one thing. Of course he would stop, maybe the teacher hadn't noticed what was going on but everyone else had. The last thing Itou wanted was to be hurt when these two started fighting. Itou couldn't care less about if these two hurt themselves in this stupid brawl but Itou would NOT have these people fighting when he was trying to have a conversation.

"Excuse me for one second." Itou said apologetically as he put his hands in his pockets and walked up to the two who were about to fight. Itou walked up to the man with the red tattoo and punched him in the face, it was instantaneous, he held back his strength so he didn't knock him out cold but it would probably make his nose hurt a lot. How would he be able to react when Itou had just casually strolled over? It would be so unexpected since Itou had his hands in his pockets in the first place. "You need to calm down, we're all trying to practice or have a conversation and here you are trying to beat someone up, calm down, he hit me and I didn't care." Itou said, looking at him deep in the eyes.

What he would see was nothing, no emotions. Only emptiness and despair, like a shell. Itou then turned to the man who had hit him by accident. "You need to learn to aim, you can't keep hitting people with reiatsu or you'll end up getting into a lot of trouble one day, don't throw it if you know it's gonna hit someone!" Itou said sternly. Itou made sure that if the man with the tatoo tried to attack him Itou could react accordingly. Itou simply stood in between the two of them, daring for one of them to attack him.