We are all born alone, live alone, and die alone...
Kaede sat up and put his stuff away and just walked out of the class. He doubted the teacher would even know he was gone. He went to a field with a tree and stood about a hundred yards from it and dropped off his stuff. He pulled out 10 small knives, heavy blade, ight handle. It was used for hunting mostly, but they could be thrown quite as easily. He spun his tight leg behind him and then within a few seconds, a volley of knives sailed the hundred yards and embed themselves within the thick bark of the oak he threw them at.
He walked over to gather them and smiled, each blade had hit in the same general location, in a circle just above a hole. "Lets try two.' he walked back to his starting point and to make it even harder went two hundred yards from the tree, it was so small now. He took up his stance and threw them, again the volley of knives flew without delay and struck the oak, this time the blade sank in to the hilt. "Still got it...." he mumbled to himself before he went to gather his knives.
...But only through love and friendship, do we ever believe we aren't alone.