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Megumi mused, watching the teacher. In a sense, he can understand what he says..though, he knows that martial training had to be part of it; doing katas and inner-searching only did so much. While Megumi himself wasn't a particularly violent individual, he knew that violence was inevitable when it came to dealing with hollows, the occasional ryoka, and of course, rogue shinigami; though those were rare, like precious gemstones. Shifting, Megumi thinks to himself. Weaknesses..? What would be his weakness? He can't think of it. He has the pride of his family, the will to win its prestige, training to some degree, vast potential..what would be his weak point? He sure didn't think it was roses..

Hajime walks into the classroom groggily. He favored the thought of learning Zanjutsu to Kidou any day. In life Hajime had a natural skill in hand to hand combat, and since he viewed his Zanpakuto as an extension of his fist he was somewhat exited to begin learning.

Mizuki hurried across the courtyard, sprinting as fast as she could. Her zampakutou clattered noisily at her side, whacking her with every step she took. She ignored the pain and pressed onward. She could hear the professor's voice already, saying something about mountains and fate. Mizuki dashed faster.

But right as she reached the classroom doorway and was about to make her great entrance, someone opened the door from the inside. She saw it coming. She spun to avoid being hit by the door. The spin was beautiful. She missed the door by a hair's breadth, and ended up facing her original direction. She opened her eyes. Before her stood a class full of students, and one sensei.

"I'msorrysensei!" The words tumbled out of her mouth like marbles from a ripped sack. She took a moment to catch her breath. "I have no excuse and I am ready to face the consequences of my irresponsible actions, fathe-- I mean, sensei!"

Kaosu looked at his paper, and then studied the door. Yes, he believed this was the right class. He walked through the doorway and made his way to the open seat, absentmindedly fiddling with his new zanpaku-to as he stared at the other's, whose most were straight. He sat in the desk, trying to ignore a few stares that were burning in the back of his head, he knew. He just concentrated on why he was here. Because I owe it to everyone I know.

Kaosu stretched his arms and yawned, already comfortable in the classroom environment, however annoying it may be. He managed to catch the last bit of the teacher's prima donna speech, and he thought to himself, "Weakness? I see no weakness. I mean, sure, I may not be the strongest shinigami of all time, but I am certaintly nowhere near 'weak." But Kaosu thought further. Maybe it's not just a physical weakness. But, Kaosu couldn't think of any of those either. He just shrugged the notion off. "I'm strong." He thought to himself as he left the classroom, heading to his dorm.

After Dara tried and failed at thinking of what she should remember, she thought of the speech she had heard coming here. She had waited outside of the door for him to finish before walking in because she didn't want a specticle but she still heard all of it. Her weakness? She knew it and had one already. She supposed she passed that. She knew she had at least four weaknesses, her physical strength which was good but never strong enough because Dara wasn't a body builder, her past or her necklace, her lack of experiance and the bad thing. Dara didn't know or remember what the bad thing was but knew it was bad because she regressed to childlike description of it. Dara knew she had to protect her necklace because her brother gave it to her and it would cause problems for it to be stolen. Lack of experiance could be solved by more training though. Dara was serious while she was thinking those things but when she was done she went over to the only person she knew to possibly ask for help with training, Mizuki.