Screwing around in school (Itou's academy thread)

[Kento Waffles]

Itou made a mistake. He punched the person with the red hair. The person with the red hair was the one that had grazed him with the needle, and had been the more friendly and peaceful one. He seemed to have mistaken identities, and had punched the person that was trying to avoid the fight, and not the aggressor. This unexpected move caught the red haired one off guard, and it broke his nose (making it bloody) as he fell back onto the floor, onto his butt, with shock on his face. "Old sport, I'm trying to avoid the fight!" he protested.

There were murmurs around the room of Itou's move being uncalled for, and how violence could not end a conflict and could only create more violence. Many people were also miffed that he had punched the peaceful one. It also seemed like the red hair had many friends. As a popular academy student, he had been punched by Itou, and this had received Itou some scorn for punching not only someone very popular, but punching the wrong person completely. That was going to hurt Itou's reputation a lot if he didn't clear things up with the red hair later. First, he was being glared at by the black hair, who had been the aggressor.

"Don't interfere..." the black haired student told Itou, focusing on his eyes. When their eyes met, they exchanged similar stares. Itou was devoid of real emotion, and had only negativity behind his eyes. This one had the same eyes, except one of his was very different. This eye looked daunting, as if it stared into Itou's soul. The three pupils inside of the eye were swirling around slowly as they stared into Itou's eyes. A triangular shaped pupil, black, formed in the center of the eye, in the center of the three circling pupils. Electricity started to form on Itou's clothes. Small sparks were forming.

When they started to grow bigger, and powerful enough for Itou to start feeling the heat and a slight numbness, the electricity stopped. When he had arrived between Itou and the black haired aggressor, no one was sure. No one had seen him move. He had just suddenly appeared there. Jagger was standing between Itou and the aggressor, and his arms were outstretched. One hand was on Itou's shoulder, and the other was on the black haired aggressor's shoulder. Jagger had a large grin on his face, and a shadow covered his eyes. "Relax..." he told them. "If you get too riled up, the teacher is going to suppress you...How do you think that will go over? Just calm down. You can fight later for my enjoyment. Here, you'd just be interrupted..."

The black haired aggressor backed down. The black tattoos glowed red, and receded back into his eye until there were none left. His eye then lost its unusual form, and also returned to normal. "Hmph." he scoffed, and turned away and left. Jagger kept a grin on his face the whole time. At that moment, the bell rang, leaving Itou ready to go to his next class. First, maybe he would want to tie off one of that class's encounters with some final words. Maybe to the red hair, to Rumi, to the black haired aggressor, or to Jagger Kawada. It was up to him.

[Itou Kasui]

"Old sport, I'm trying to avoid the fight!" The red haired guy said. Itou simply shook his head, not caring about his excuses. "If you're trying to avoid they fight why is it you keep having 'accidents'? Once is forgivable when you almost take my ear off but twice? It seems like you're just trying to show off your kido skills but trying to piss off as many people as you can. Don't even try to lie to me, if it was really an accident then you would've stopped the first time. Accidents happen, but only if you let them happen..." Itou said, it seemed it was only right to explain himself. He didn't feel bad about giving him a bloody nose at all. It was his fault for pissing the kid off. Although the other kid he still he still had to deal with.

Itou turned to face him. Itou was sure he was about to get into a fight with the red tattoo guy. Itou was ready to take him down. He had punched the red haired guy because he was annoying him and he wouldn't be afraid to punch the tattoo guy as well. Suddenly Itou felt something on him, was it sparks of some sort? It was getting hotter and hotter, what was this spell? Suddenly Itou was feeling numb, like he couldn't move, was someone playing a prank on him or something? What the hell is this?" Itou thought to himself.

"Relax..." he told them. "If you get too riled up, the teacher is going to suppress you...How do you think that will go over? Just calm down. You can fight later for my enjoyment. Here, you'd just be interrupted..." Itou then simply put his hands back in his pockets and sighed. Jagger seemed to be right, as always. It seemed Jagger Kawada was everywhere, it seemed he knew how to do everything. He was simply just there. Maybe it was some sort of special training people from the noble families get. Itou didn't like the sound of being suppressed, if the kendo stick hurt he could only begin to imagine what the kido teacher could do. He gave the tattoo and the red haired person one last dirty look before walking away from the scene.

The bell rang. He had travel class next, well that was perfect. "I guess I'll see you in the next class Rumi," Itou said to her as he walked out the class room. He then looked at Jagger who was walking out the class as well. "You've had some sort of training before haven't you? Isn't that why you know everything you're doing?" Itou asked, he was acting very calm. After getting his response Itou would walk all the way to class. He would then wait outside the Travel class. He simply waited for the teacher to appear.

[Kento Waffles]

Itou was given a dirty look back from the red head, who got up on his own and went to gossiping with some of his friends. There were probably some snide remarks exchanged about Itou, whose rep had lowered with some of the students in the Kido class. Hopefully this wouldn't spread to other parts of campus, but it was possible that it would, and he might have trouble later in the year because of it. The black haired one didn't even glance at Itou, seeming not to care at all about him. He had become a lot calmer, and had simply iced out and become uncaring of his surroundings.

"Sure!" Rumi chirped happily with a soothing smile. At least Itou had one ally. "I'll see you tomorrow!" She was a friend to him, so he could expect at least that he had a very skilled ally in that class. While the red head and some of his friends could hurl projectiles, Rumi could shape her reiatsu. This power was what gave her an edge, and in the future of that class would make her one of the prodigies that soared above all of the others. However, no matter how bright a light was, there was always an even larger dark, for light could not exist without the surrounding dark in the first place.

"Nah..." Jagger answered Itou's question. "I just survived." He walked away, heading off to a different class than Itou this time. They obviously weren't going to have synchronized schedules. However, Itou would be able to look forward to seeing Jagger two classes in a row in the morning every day, if he could ever look forward to that. Jagger Kawada left view quite soon, disappearing into the tumultuous crowd within seconds, and becoming just another spec in the mass. He was, after all, nothing but a grain of rice in a large bowl. No matter how special he was, he was still just a grain of rice.

"All Noble Family Members born into the combative divisions are given exceptional training from the day they first come into this world until the day when they first join the Thirteen Court Guard Squads." Someone said this to Itou nearby. It was a man with black hair, like the black haired aggressor's, but it was shorter and spikier. His eyes also were yellow, and not black. He was tan, and had a friendlier face. He was more toned, a little bit older, and had a goatee. He might be a friend of Jagger's, or he might just be someone who knew these things. His words might answer the question, but then he gave more details.

"Every family does this, except for the Kawadas. They test you every now and again, and those who fail are made to disappear forever. They expect you to find your own ways of studying and learning, and to find teachers who will accept you. From birth, a Kawada is required to train themselves or die a pitiful death. Then, when they reach puberty, the Kawada is thrown out of the household and into the street, in the poorest parts of the Rukon district. If they can't come back three times stronger than they were before, and with resources and connections that they didn't previously, they are not to come back at all. Some Kawadas return disciplined. Others return broken. Jagger is strong because he has no choice. The Kawadas want their members to be the best. The top. If Jagger doesn't excel at everything, he'll be disgraced."

After Itou responded, if he responded, he would find himself in travel class after some walking. Inside of the class, there was a new teacher to the campus. The other two were old teachers, but this was a new one. He had just been hired for this specific year, and was known for being unorthodox. He was known for being very unorthodox, and also for being an incredible teacher. He had been recommended to the board by the Kawadas AND the Kuchikis, as well as seven Captains, four Vice Captains, and the Captain Commander himself. This man supposedly had once been an incredible Shinigami himself, but what rank he'd held was undisclosed.

"What is UP, BITCHES?!" the teacher cried out with unrestrained levity as class started. He was standing on a stage in the middle of an otherwise empty, yet enormous room. All of the students were gawking at the man in a sleeveless black shirt and pants. He had large dragon tattoos on both of his muscular arms. His hair was unseen because he wore some kind of snow hat over it, and he had stubble on his face. He was in his late twenties for physical age, but he looked to be at the top of his game. He seemed to have the kind of personality that professionals frowned upon, but his methods must be good then. "I'm Doakes. Just Doakes. Not Sensei. Doakes. You call me anything other than Doakes, I knock you on your ass."

"TRAVEL," he said, "IS THE SHIT. There are so many godamn ways you can fight an enemy, and at least nine out of ten of them will fuck you up. And you know what? Fuck that shit. I don't wanna die. Now, this isn't no godamn speed class. You're not learning no traditional shit like Shunpo or Senka. You're learning how to get an edge on your opponents, yo! Shunpo? FUCK Shunpo. By the end of MY class, NONE of you will WANT to know a cheap, weak ass move like Shunpo! You're going to dig all the different ways you can fucking travel after my class. Who says you need a Senkai Gate when you can just take my fucking class?"

Suddenly, he was in the middle of the crowd. One second he was on the stage, next he disappeared in a blink of gold light, and was standing in the middle of his crowd of students. "WHAT IS UP, BITCHES?!" he declared in the middle of the crowd, prompting students to jump back, startled. Suddenly, he shot up, levitating at incredible speed and hovering in the air high enough that all students could see him and he could make an announcement. "THIS CLASS IS THE BOMB!" He backflipped in mid air, and disappeared in a blink of golden light. In that same instant, he had already reappeared on stage. "This isn't moving. This shit is TELEPORTING."

He looked around at the crowd of students to gauge their reactions. "Alright, bitches. Now I want you to get fuckin' creative for me. We're going to leave this boring ass class room. None of you have any idea how to get to the advanced history room, but you have to find it. You can't ask anyone either. You can do anything except ask other people. Class is in session so you probably won't find many people out in the halls anyway. You all have five minutes. Find that room and get there by any means possible. Whoever can't get to that room in five minutes is going to miss out on my first lesson. Ready? BREAK!"

He was gone in a blink of golden light.

[Itou Kasui]

"All Noble Family Members born into the combative divisions are given exceptional training from the day they first come into this world until the day when they first join the Thirteen Court Guard Squads." Someone said this to Itou nearby. It was a man with black hair, like the black haired aggressor's, but it was shorter and spikier. His eyes also were yellow, and not black. He was tan, and had a friendlier face. He was more toned, a little bit older, and had a goatee. Itou turned around to meet the man who had started speaking to him.

"Every family does this, except for the Kawadas. They test you every now and again, and those who fail are made to disappear forever. They expect you to find your own ways of studying and learning, and to find teachers who will accept you. From birth, a Kawada is required to train themselves or die a pitiful death. Then, when they reach puberty, the Kawada is thrown out of the household and into the street, in the poorest parts of the Rukon district. If they can't come back three times stronger than they were before, and with resources and connections that they didn't previously, they are not to come back at all. Some Kawadas return disciplined. Others return broken. Jagger is strong because he has no choice. The Kawadas want their members to be the best. The top. If Jagger doesn't excel at everything, he'll be disgraced." He explained. He said it so casually and like it was nothing. It made Itou wonder why the family was so strict.

Itou could only imagine Jagger being kicked out by his parents, forcing him to live in the poorest slums imaginable. Itou could only imagine, he hadn't lived in the piss poor slums, where he lived before was alright, he couldn't imagine having to go from a big mansion to basically no house at all. Itou wondered what drove the Kawada to go to such drastic measures to ensure their future was strong. Itou wondered what it would be like being forced to train and fend for yourself in such poor living conditions. "Maybe it helps them in the long run." Itou said quietly to himself.

"They must want to produce a lot of genius warriors then." Itou said as he continued to his travel class. Really when it came down to it he didn't feel sorry for the red head, he didn't care what the people in his kido class thought of him. He thought the idea of fighting with magic was kind of stupid and ridiculous. Finally Itou made it to class, he noticed Jagger wasn't in this class though. Then the teacher walked in. He had a very carefree and relaxed vice, he wasn't like usual teachers. He wasn't even a strict teacher.

"What is UP, BITCHES?!" He cried out. Itou simply chose not to respond, it seemed no one in the class responded. He didn't seem like a teacher at all, he seemed more like a guy you would see in an alleyway or a pub. "I'm Doakes. Just Doakes. Not Sensei. Doakes. You call me anything other than Doakes, I knock you on your ass." Doakes said. Itou simply rolled his eyes a little bit and continued listening, not really saying anything.

"TRAVEL," he said, "IS THE SHIT. There are so many godamn ways you can fight an enemy, and at least nine out of ten of them will fuck you up. And you know what? Fuck that shit. I don't wanna die. Now, this isn't no godamn speed class. You're not learning no traditional shit like Shunpo or Senka. You're learning how to get an edge on your opponents, yo! Shunpo? FUCK Shunpo. By the end of MY class, NONE of you will WANT to know a cheap, weak ass move like Shunpo! You're going to dig all the different ways you can fucking travel after my class. Who says you need a Senkai Gate when you can just take my fucking class?" Their teacher explained, obviously excited. Itou was wondering what the hell shunpo even was. He had just explained stuff that didn't make sense to him.

Suddenly he was in the crowd of students. Itou's eyes simply widened in surprise. What the hell had he done? There was a sudden gold light and he wasn't even on the stage anymore. "WHAT IS UP, BITCHES?!" Everyone simply jumped back; they were obviously startled by this display of speed, was it speed or was it something else? He then shot up into the air. In a blink of light again he was in the air. "This isn't moving. This shit is TELEPORTING." A lot of the students were simply gawking at him. It seemed he had impressed them with his display.

"Alright, bitches. Now I want you to get fuckin' creative for me. We're going to leave this boring ass class room. None of you have any idea how to get to the advanced history room, but you have to find it. You can't ask anyone either. You can do anything except ask other people. Class is in session so you probably won't find many people out in the halls anyway. You all have five minutes. Find that room and get there by any means possible. Whoever can't get to that room in five minutes is going to miss out on my first lesson. Ready? BREAK!" He was then suddenly gone.

Some students rushed to look around, some students tried to find out through other methods. Itou did the simplest and and easiest thing that came to mind. All students where given planners and they all had maps. What idiots. hey don't consider the possibilites, the things they have in their arsenal. They do not consider their equipment.[/color]All Itou did was take his planner and follow the map. He walked through the hallways while staring intently at the map and he was finally at the history class within a few minutes. Itou simply waited, wondering what other students would follow his example.

[Kento Waffles]

Itou got there in two and a half minutes. It was quite a walk, so finding it had not been easy for those who hadn't thought on their feet. He wasn't the first one there, but he wasn't the last one there either. Some students had found other ways of getting there, but Itou probably hadn't been the only one who had thought to use the map in his planner. Some students had tailed other students. Some students had had some less conventional and more unorthodox means of getting to the advanced history classroom. Bottom line though, only half the class made it.

The room was a large one. It was significantly larger than the travel room had been, and was filled with rows and rows of large tables and chairs, appropriate for a room meant for lecturing. In the front of the class there was an enormous whiteboard. The room was empty if the Travel class students were discounted, as well as their teacher. This was because class was not in session. Advanced History was not taught during third period. This was new information, and it might come in useful during later times for Itou. Until then, it was just another random sliver of information that he might forget.

After five minutes had elapsed, Doakes began his lecture. "Alright, bitches! It seems you guys are the ones who made it. The rest of the students aren't going to be so hot in my class for a while. That's okay. By the end of this, you'll all be pros at thinking on your feet. That's what my class is all about. THINKING. ON. YOUR FEET." He let his words hang in the air for a moment for the largest effect, and the most dramatic impact. Afterwards, he resumed his lecture, but this time he was more calm about it. He was more soothed, allowing his words to ease into the excited souls of his students more easily. He was good at lecturing.

"My colleague was so kind as to lend my class his room during third period. That's because I only teach third period Travel. Anyone who gets my class is destined to be the cream of the crop for a reason. I don't like teaching lots of students. The few that I teach will become fuckin' masters of combating against Hollows. Now, first lesson. Who can tell me the main reason that any Shinigami dies during a mission? I want you to raise your hands, and I'll call on you. One by one. Why do Shinigami die when they're on missions?"

There were many students who raised their hands. He called on one, and that student said, "Carelessness?" To which Doakes replied "NO!" with a crackling yell. Following a few more answers that Doakes was not satisfied with, he gave them all the answer. "THEY GET HIT..." Doakes said with an overly exaggerated tone, in an overly dramatic manner. He was being rather condescending when he said it, but the words sank in and hit with solid, simple truth. Well, they couldn't die if something didn't get them. "This class is supposed to teach you how to get from Point A to Point B. I'm going to teach you how to get from Point A to point X, and Point X to Point J. All without ever being noticed, if you'd like."

Doakes disappeared in a blink of golden light from the front of the room. He was still showing off. He appeared in mid air, suspended, smiling down at the students. "Most Travel classes teach you about how to operate a Senkai Gate and how to navigate safely through it. I'll teach you that too. However, none of my students will use Senkai Gates. When I'm through with you, you're going to know how to travel like wizards in battle. Your enemies? They won't ever be able to hit you! They won't be able to lay a finger on you, and that's what I'm counting on. You'll succeed because you'll never get hit, and therefore you'll never die."

The lecture continued on for the rest of the period, until the bell abruptly rang. Students, dazed by the lecture, started filing silently out of the room. Doakes had amazed them with his displays on the first day. The next day, he had warned, would be very trying. Now the students had a fifteen minute break for a quick bite to eat or any other preparations that they needed to make. Itou could go to a vending machine and use some of his money (1 ryo per) to get some kind of snack, or he could eat any food of his own that he may have brought from home. The cafeteria was not yet open for the lunch serving. Itou would also get a chance, if he was willing to search for anyone that he had met in his previous classes, to strike up conversation with someone else. Otherwise, he could just wait out the break and head to his next class when the bell rang again.

[Itou Kasui]

The lecture was long, kind of boring but Itou paid attention. He was a quick and keen learner. It reminded him of his collage days when he had to listen to professors talk about so much stuff for so long and he had to take notes. It was long and tedious yes but it was for a good purpose. It was so he would grow up and develop into a strong and powerful shinigami. Becoming a Shinigami was his goal and he would listen to as many boring and long lectures as it took to become the Shinigami he always dreamed of being. Finally the bell rang, it was time for a fifteen minute break.

Itou wasn't really hungry, he had a few sandwiches but he simply was not hungry, simple as. He decided he didn't want to spend all of break alone, he usually was a loner, he usually didn't look for people, he preferred to be alone but this time there was nothing to do. It was so boring all by himself, he hated boring things, he needed something to keep his muscles going, he needed something to get his muscles pumping, he needed something to get his brain thinking and working. He needed SOMETHING. There were a few people Itou could talk to. He could talk to Rumi but she would probably be with her other friends. He could talk to Jagger but he was probably with the rich bunch. The only person he could think of was Yammamoto.

Itou walked when he finally ran into him. Itou was interested in Yammamoto. He was very skilled in swordsmanship and he had given Itou a fun fight. He had given him a fight to get his brain thinking, an enjoyable fight. Although he had almost beaten him it didn't matter. It was people like Yammamoto who gave Itou something to train for. He refused to fall behind to weaker people. He absolutely refused to do so. Finally when Itou found him Itou greeted him in the most obvious way.

"Hey. Do you remember me? I was your opponent in kendo class!" Itou said, putting on a smile, he was acting casual, he had his hands in his pockets. He was putting on a fake smile to seem more friendly and less stoic. He hoped Yammamoto remembered him because surely they had a lot to talk about over the break time.

[Kento Waffles]

Yamamoto could be found sitting with several friends when Itou approached him. His eyes lit up as soon as Itou approached him. He was practically sparkling. It might be a rare thing for Itou to find someone pleased like this to see him. "Of course I remember you!" Yamamoto exclaimed. "It's only been a couple of hours! How could I forget you so soon?" He chuckled the same happy chuckle, indicating a happy person. His demeanor was very relaxed and very calm, and he had a sandwich in one hand that he was eating. Others in the group also had food.

"Come on! Join us!" Yamamoto invited, motioning for Itou to sit with them. They were all gathered around on one green bench, fashioned from a fine, sturdy wood. The bench was quite large, and had enough room for them all. Yamamoto was sitting with his back against the bench. He had two friends there who were both sitting in different positions. They had clearly been discussing something casual and friendly. Yamamoto had made friends quickly. It could be assumed he knew at least one of them from before the academy, and otherwise he had met some of them in his classes thus far.

"This is Hisoki Kirin." He introduced, motioning with his head toward a friend of his that was sitting on the bench itself, and had his feet planted on the seating portion. Hisoki Kirin smiled a friendly hello at Itou. He had a similar build to Yamamoto. He was athletically built, and had sandy brown hair, kept short. His eyes were a clear sea green, and he was fair skinned. His outfit was the academy outfit, same as everyone else. He bowed his head to Itou when he was introduced; This was a typical Japanese thing for someone to do upon meeting someone else. He was polite. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"This is Ryuga Hideki." Yamamoto next introduced another friend. This one was sitting on the opposite side of the bench from Yamamoto and Hiroki, and he was sitting properly, unlike them, so he was facing Itou anyway. He was broad shouldered, and looked older than the others by a little bit. He was dark skinned, and with medium length black dreadlocks for hair. His eyes were also sea green, and he had a relaxed smile on his face. "Pleased ta' meet'cha, mon!" he said. He spoke in a heavily accented voice. He was obviously Jamaican. This would be an interesting person, anyway.

"What class do you have next?" Yamamoto asked Itou.

[Itou Kasui]

Itou bowed his head towards the two guys and introduced himself. "My name is Itou Kasui." Itou said. He to was raised his Japan so the obvious thing to do was bow in respect. Wow Yammamoto has made friends already. That's something I haven't really been doing these days. Itou thought to himself. His train on thought was interrupted by Yammamoto's question. "What class do you have next?" Itou didn't know so he checked in his planner. His timetable read Spirit communications. "I have spirit communications next it seemed," Itou said as he closed his planner and put it back in his bag. "What classes do you three have next?" Itou asked, he was genuinely curious now. Deciding to make some conversation for the rest of break Itou decided to ask a few questions."So which subject do you like the most so far?" Itou asked the three of them as he sat down. Next to Yammamoto.

[Kento Waffles]

Before any of them could answer, there was a ruckus nearby. It seemed that this was the time for personal vendettas to be settled. It was in the faction of the rich kids. There were several who were surrounding Jagger Kawada. They were not all nobility, but the quality of their clothing and any jewelry or additional accessories that they might be sporting revealed extensive wealth. There were at least four surrounding Jagger, one of which bore the same insignia as the Kawada member. So there was a third Kawada in that year.

"Are you guys fucking kidding me?" Jagger asked with a grin. "There are four of you, and you couldn't even bring one decent opponent?" Jagger started to laugh maniacally, unsettling the wealthy attackers who were surrounding him. They were all flabbergasted into stunned silence by his reaction to being surrounded for an attack. They all pulled out various weapons. The other Kawada had a clean black knife, while his allies had diamond studded blade weapons. No expense had been spared on any of the weapons, least of all the Kawada's, which was clearly honed for efficiency.

As Jagger exhaled and began to move, he was blocked from view by a head. A big red head. "You. You hit me for no good reason, old sport." It was the red head from class, whom Itou had attacked and antagonized earlier. That same red head had been fairly efficient in his use of reiatsu, so it was a safe bet that he was not easily defeated. However, since he was a new student, it was unlikely that he knew any actual spells. He was probably not very good physically either if he was so masterful with his Kido. Few excelled in both. There was a problem with all of those assumptions.

If he was inferior physically, and was aware of it, he'd have brought friends or back up. He was the type of popular person who could do that. If he hadn't, and it was a fair fight, then Itou would not want to go all out if he could help it. Well, he might want to, but he shouldn't. The red head was a Kido specialist in training. By later that year, Itou would be the weaker one, given that Kido developed faster than melee. It meant that Itou would be the one getting pounded and crushed if he was too harsh here. That was if he fought anyways. It was his choice on what to do. There was no one else around, but there was no telling what might happen.

[Itou Kasui]

Itou noticed the scene immediately. He could see what seemed to be four rich kids, a gang of some sort maybe? Itou didn’t know what kind of trouble Jagger had gotten himself into but he didn’t give a flying fuck what Jagger had done to antagonize the four guys. All Itou cared about was watching. “Are you guys fucking kidding me?” Jagger asked with a grin. “There are four of you, and you couldn’t even bring one decent opponent?” Jagger said. Itou could tell that obviously he was very overconfident in his abilities. Why wouldn’t he? If he’d been thrown out into the poor slums and made to fend for himself of course he’d come out tough and willing to beat the shit out of anyone who provoked or antagonised him. Itou simply sat on the bench and watched what unfolded.

Itou was slightly confused when he found his nice view of the fight blocked by something, it looked like a big red sun. Itou looked at saw that it was a red head, he was blocking the view of the fight! Itou realized it was a reiatsu boy who Itou had punched in the face when he had pissed him off in kidou class. “You. You hit me for no good reason, old sport.” He said. Itou realized that he was actually trying to pick a fight with him. Pick a fight with him! Did he not know who the fuck he was dealing with?

If he wanted to he could’ve simply got up off his seat and started beating him up but he didn’t for a variety of reasons. Firstly he didn’t want to get in big trouble with the academy on his first day. That wouldn’t bode well for the rest of the semester. Secondly he might have brought friends to back him up if he did try to fight him, Itou wasn’t in the mood to be fighting a big gang like Jagger was doing. Thirdly was because he didn’t want people to think he was bullying this guy, it would look bad.

Itou sighed, he got up to face the guy. “I already told you my reason. If you can’t deal with a light punch to the face then you’re weak. A weakling who can’t even take a simple blow, that was one of my weakest punches I’ve ever pulled and you’re getting riled up over that?[ You want to start a fight with ME over that little thing? Itou asked, he took one step towards the red head. I think you need to run away, if I wanted to I could pound your face in but I won’t, you know why? Because I don’t FEEL like it, I don’t WANT to already start fighting with people I barely know on my first day. I don’t FEEL like beating the snot out of you. So you can just go back to your group and friends and cry over to them. Now fuck off...” Itou said coldly, his voice was icy cold and intimidating. Itou then gave him the gesture to go away. When Itou wanted to he could sound dark and intimidating, it was just how he was like. By simply seeing the look in Itou’s killer eyes the red head would be able to tell he did not want to get into a fight with Itou. His eyes truly gave a killer impression. He was not in the mood to start a fight with someone who simply threw their reiatsu around and hit people with it and then start insisting it was an ‘accident’.

How he reacted was entirely up to him. If he chose to walk away then Itou would simply sit back down. If he chose to react in a different way, Itou would take this as him provoking him and he would react his ferociousness and tenacity.

[Kento Waffles]

Two things happened which would prevent Itou from seeing the red headed student's reaction to what he had to say. The first was that the bell rang. This meant that it was class time! The second thing that would get his attention was the ear splitting scream that penetrated the silence and filled the courtyard. Following the abrupt noise, everything was perfectly still. Everything was eerily quiet. The chaos of one sound had resonated to silence all of the echolalia of the world, and left a quiet like death in its wake.

There was a shocked look on the red head's face too. There was a shocked look on everyone's faces. The red head turned to see what the noise was about, and in doing so his head changed positions, allowing Itou to also see. There were four academy students lying on the ground, eyes filled with terror, bodies covered in sweat. But there was no blood. There were no visible injuries. There was only a group of rich, spoiled brats, and the demon that wanted their heads. Jagger Kawada was standing over four groveling students, the very same that had picked a fight with him. He was looking down at them while they struggled to try and stand.

Jagger didn't say anything. Itou had also missed whatever he had done to put those students in that state. Many students had missed it. Some were starting to fill each other in. Yamamoto and his friends looked like they had been watching and about to intervene in Itou and the red head's fight, so they had missed whatever Jagger had done, and would not be able to fill Itou in. Since the bell had also rung, even if outshone by the scream, the students had to ignore the current situation, swallow their fear and their terror, and return to classes. No one said a word. The halls were deathly silent as students went to class. Even the red head just turned and left.

Jagger himself also disappeared into the crowd. Spirit communication was a class that apparently didn't even have a teacher who was willing to show his face. When Itou was there, he was not given room for interaction, nor was he given a teacher's face to see. There was just a voice in a dimly lit planetarium kind of room. It was a voice telling Itou to focus. All that he had to do was concentrate. Sit there, cross his legs, meditate, and concentrate. That was strange. Many students must be wondering how they were graded in the class if all they did was meditate.

[Itou Kasui]

Itou simply waited, he wanted to see what the red head would do. It seemed that he was going to do nothing. Before anyone could do anything the bell rang, what really caught Itou’s attention was the loud scream that rung throughout the place. The red head turned so it allowed Itou to see and the Itou looked at what happened. What he saw was pretty surprising, it shocked him but not too much. He saw the four kids, just laying there, they didn’t seem to have been beaten up since they were only sweating and they had no cuts of bruises on them. What happened what sort of surprised Itou, what the hell had Jagger actually done to them?

Weaklings. It seems Jagger was right to be cocky, they were all taken out within seconds. How strong is this guy? Itou thought to himself as he looked at the downed students and Jagger simply looked down on them. Itou had missed whatever the fuck had happened! That pissed him off, the damn red head made him miss whatever the hell had happened. Itou figured it didn’t matter, everyone had to go to class. Itou took one final analysis of what happened, he could see fear in their eyes? He could sense their helplessness and fear, it was like Jagger had shown them something horrible.

Itou walked to spirit communications, it seemed the teacher didn’t show themselves for whatever reason. The class was just let in, they were told to sit down so Itou did as he was told. Why won’t the teacher show themselves? Surely they can’t be THAT ugly can they? Itou thought to himself. Itou analysed the room. It seemed like the type of room you’d find when you wanted to look at the stars or look at something interesting. It reminded Itou of where his parents took him when he was around nine and his brother was six.

Itou was told to sit and meditate, he was told to concentrate.What exactly does the teacher want me to concentrate on? Itou thought to himself. He decided to close his mind and meditate, he was concentrating hard. He concentrated and concentrated, he wondered what the results would be as a result of his ‘meditation’.

[Kento Waffles]

The first class was uneventful. Completely uneventful. Itou's meditation amounted to absolutely nothing. But that was expected. His meditations would not bear the fruit of result in a mere hour. Communicating with one's soul took effort. It took years of practice. It took endless hours of meditation and effort. It took not wonder, but desire. It took knowing oneself both inside and out, and understanding one's position in one's life. Itou had not yet reached the place in his mind or his heart or in his soul which could be quantified with reaching the other being within. The bell rang with no results.

In his next class, history, Itou would be brought to seeing an older teacher. Well, he was supposed to be seeing an older teacher, except that the older teacher had taken a leave of absence. Rumors had been circulating throughout the school all day of a very old, very popular teacher that had had to take a leave of absence, justified by the reason that he was elevated into the Central 46. This meant that in the meantime, until a new teacher was found, they would have a long term substitute who did not plan on always teaching the class, but who would sub until someone else was hired.

This same substitute in Itou's History class had introduced himself as a man of the esteemed Kawada family - Jinbei Kawada. He was a large, bulky man, a behemoth. His muscles rippled out from a sleeveless shihakusho. His head was bald except for a short white beard and white spiked flame hair jetting lightly past either side of his ear. Cold, gray eyes greeted the classroom. Jinbei Kawada was the oldest living member of the Kawada family. He was a former Head of the Kawada family. He was grandfather to the current Head and a man famous across Soul Society for his incredible might. His age made him perfect to teach a history class. Who would understand history better than one who had experienced some? They had been told to address him as Kawada-Sensei.

"History is the most important class that you will ever take." Jinbei told them off the bat. "History is everything. Recent history, long passed history, and everything in between. History is knowledge. Knowledge is information. Information is data. Data is key to success. Knowing everything in advance allows you to solve everything in advance, and fluidly solve it when the time actually comes. By knowing history, you know the race of your enemy. By knowing history, you may even know the powers of your enemy and how best to combat it--what has failed and what has not--and how best to avoid your own demise. By knowing nothing of history, and remaining in blissful ignorance, you remain unfit and worthless no matter how much power you obtain."

Jinbei paced across the front of the large lecture room. It was very large, with many seats, and many students. Several squads required this class, and it was also a popular class for the teacher that had taken a leave of absence. It was also interesting, and a good way for those who did not know anything of the Shinigami to learn their fair share. Jinbei's pacing took him away from his desk, which had hidden just how large he truly was. He was enorous. He was intimidating. Despite being in his middle age, if not older, Jinbei's body was heavily muscular. He had clearly been through many tough battles.

"We will launch immediately into class." Jinbei decided. "The very first thing that I would like us to touch upon goes out of order from chronological history. It is of the third Captain Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads and the Seireitei. My question to all of you, which comes with extra credit points in my class to whomever can answer appropriately, will be based on this man. Who can tell me why his reign is considered the most difficult of all Captain Commanders to date, and what challenge he had to overcome during his immediate entry into the position?"

Itou had the choice to answer, or to sit there and not answer. However, it looked as if it would be a rigorous class. It might be in his best interests to think hard. If he could provide a correct answer, it would benefit him. However, since Itou knew next to nothing about the Shinigami, it was unlikely that he would be able to give a fitting answer.

[Itou Kasui]

(OOC: What color is Jinbei speaking in? I need to know so I can match it.)

IC: Well... That was a waste of time. Itou had sat there and ‘meditated’ for a full one hour and nothing had happened. What was the point then? Itou expected spirit communication to at least be remotely interesting but it simply wasn’t. If that was going to be all they did then Itou was going to be a very impatient and annoyed student. “That was... A waste of time...” Itou said quietly to himself. What annoyed him as well was the fact that he didn’t even see who the teacher was, he couldn’t even tell if they were male or female. What was the entire point in that class if all they were going to was sit there and ‘relax’.

Well there was no point dwelling on it now. Itou wandered to history class by himself. It seemed the red head had been spreading some nasty things about him because some people from his kidou class probably didn’t like him. Itou didn’t give a fuck about what they thought about him. What was really bothering him was the whole spirit class thing. When Itou made it to history class and he saw the huge muscular towering man that was going to be his teacher. He seemed to be from the famous Kawada family so he was probably well known.

Itou analysed him in his seat, he had a habit of staring at people when he analysed them. From Itou’s analysis it seemed he was one of those people who were ‘powerful back in the day’ but age pretty much ruined them. This meant he was really experienced and smart, one of the calm and composed types who were also really powerful at the same time but maybe could be a bit rusty from age and lack of practice. He also seemed to demand respect since the class had been told to address him as ‘Kawada-sensei’.

Itou listened in silence as Kawada-sensei began his speech. "History is the most important class that you will ever take. History is everything. Recent history, long passed history, and everything in between. History is knowledge. Knowledge is information. Information is data. Data is key to success. Knowing everything in advance allows you to solve everything in advance, and fluidly solve it when the time actually comes. By knowing history, you know the race of your enemy. By knowing history, you may even know the powers of your enemy and how best to combat it--what has failed and what has not--and how best to avoid your own demise. By knowing nothing of history, and remaining in blissful ignorance, you remain unfit and worthless no matter how much power you obtain." He said. Itou was listening very carefully to what he was saying. He seemed to be actually genuinely interested in what he was saying, someone who was smart and experienced, to top it all off he was powerful.

Jinbei paced up and down the lecture room. Despite him being so aged he had so much muscle it was almost scary. His scars pretty much confirmed Itou earlier assumption about being old and experienced and being through so many battles. Itou was starting to take an interest even more. Itou couldn’t really say he liked him since Itou tended not to get close to people, hence his lack of friends. Itou’s respect for him grew and he was interested in him and what he had to say. Itou knew pretty much nothing about Shinigami so he had to learn, history would teach him the things he needed to know.

"We will launch immediately into class." Jinbei said. "The very first thing that I would like us to touch upon goes out of order from chronological history. It is of the third Captain Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads and the Seireitei. My question to all of you, which comes with extra credit points in my class to whomever can answer appropriately, will be based on this man. Who can tell me why his reign is considered the most difficult of all Captain Commanders to date, and what challenge he had to overcome during his immediate entry into the position?" Itou couldn’t answer it. He pretty much fuck all about Shinigami so simply sat there in silence. He’d simply allow some nerd to answer the question. Itou sure as hell wasn’t going to guess since he risked humiliation if he got it completely wrong. For now Itou just sat in silence as he observed and listened.

[Kento Waffles]

None of the students raised their hands. It was sure that there were history nerds, but no one seemed to know. Jinbei did not lose his patience. It was as if he had not expected anyone to know. He waited a few more seconds to see if anyone would answer, but no one did. So Jinbei launched right back into lecture mode and gave them all the answer without speaking of disappointment or failure, as would have been expected of most Kawadas whenever they were teachers. Jinbei was level headed for a Kawada. That was for sure.

"I do not blame any of you for not knowing." Jinbei told them. "This has been one of the most censored and covered up moments in all of Soul Society's history. Only recently have we begun to teach it in the Shino Academy, and we only truly scratch the surface of the subject. Even in the logs of history in both First and Sixth Divisions, massive amounts of data are missing on the time period occupied by the second Captain Commander. Many crucial details are missing, and still many mysteries remain. What I can tell you is also very limited, but I encourage you to take advanced history in future. That class will cover the subject appropriately, to the maximum of the current known knowledge."

Jinbei started pacing again. He was a pacer. As he paced, he continued to speak. "32,000 years ago, Kinwashi Ginkurohyou, the first Captain Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, retired. He was the last of the original 13 Captains to retire, and was subsequently replaced by a Shinigami named Roshu Kensai, the youngest Captain Commander ever to assume the position. Roshu Kensai's reign is a mystery. Most records and documents of it were obliterated over time or by his own hand or the hands of others that wished to keep his time buried. What we do know is that somewhere during his thousand year reign, he changed forever."

Thunder boomed outside. It had begun to rain outside, and the rain could be heard pounding on the cobblestone ground of the academy. It sounded like a moving train blurring by nonstop. Thunder boomed again. A flash of lightning erupted through the sky, and its brilliant blue energy illuminated the window. Jinbei continued speaking. "The extent of his abominable crimes is unknown. What is known is the name that he took. Satsujun. God of Murder. What is known is that he is the most powerful Shinigami ever to live. He broke almost every law of the Soul Society during his experiments and his reign. He broke every taboo, every curse, and every law of nature that should remain unbroken. His own Captains had no choice but to rebel against him."

More thunder. It was becoming a very common undertone to the lecture, making it more gratifying and intensifying the experience. Every student was glued to their seat, regardless of if they care or not, to hear of the man that had been a god. "It is not public information how they defeated him. What is known is that at best, they were able only to seal him away in the lowest dungeons of the Senzaikyu, and that two thirds of the Captains serving at that time were killed in doing so. This is what gave the third Captain Commander, Magataka Soburo, so much trouble. He started his reign with only three Captains under him, and spent the majority of his time cleaning up new disasters that continued to appear as aftershocks of the God of Murder's crimes and antics. To this day, there are still several lingering aftershocks which were never dealt with."

Jinbei leaned in close and stopped pacing. He let the class see his eyes when he spoke. "We have Satsujun to thank for Arrancar and Hollowfication, among other things. The worst part? He's still alive. He is an immortal. Forty years ago he regained his body and his Shinigami powers, and we we barely able to fight him off. Only one Captain is still alive from that time. Satsujun has since lost his Shinigami powers, and dwells in the human world as a human. However, he is an immortal who cannot die or be killed." The class would be left stunned, numbed throughout the rest of the lecture. Jinbei finally brought them to an ultimatum.

"Tell me," he requested of the class, "What do you believe is the ultimate threat to our Soul Society?" Several hands went up. Perhaps Itou could give an answer as well. Or not, if he wasn't in the mood for talking.

OOC: Darkslategray