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((so i'm not dead? cout yourself lucky, karite.))

Takara moved to jump out of Karite's range, when there was a sudden burst of reiatsu. She froze only to be blown back by the immense force. She shut her eyes closed and threw her arms up in a "X", her right hand clutching her bokken like it was her lifeline. She only opened her eyes when the reiatsu subdued. With wide eyes she watched the scene before her, barely registering it when Miyoko-sensei announced class over. She shook her head and returned the bokken, picking up her zanpakutou and replacing it by her side as she did so. A bit shaken, she turned towards Karite and bowed.

"I'll see you later, Karite-san," she said as she pivoted on her foot and left the classroom.

Haro's muscles bulged as he stood strong and he grinned towards his sensei as if he would lunge at her next, the arrangement of the symbols was still keeping him withi na bloodlust and if she was ending what could give him more it was something he couldn't allow he almost jumped to try and kill, his weapon was bropken again and he knew he would die if he attacked but he couldn't help the urge, but then a mat from the wall hit him in the face and he was knocked to the floor, though he still didn't move from that place, it was odd how the energy that blew the other students hadn't move either him or Megumi.

When he stood back up from the ground his eyes showed no intencity like they had and he had that boyish smile on his face, he wanted to end the fight with Megumi, he was robbed of a satisfying loss....why did that have to happen? He narrowed his eyes for a moment but then shrugged his shoulders with a bright smile. He looked to the sensei and he bowed lowly. "Well, thank you for the class sensei, if only me and Megumi could have finished, I think it could have been quite interesting, wouldn't you agree?" He asked with a smile, they were both rather good fighters. He just bowed to the sensei and he walked away, out of the door with no second thoughts, he was done this class twice over, it was time for him to go to the next class. Before Aichou had completely gone he called out ot her one last thing. "Hey Aichou! I will see you one day....and your face....will be in the dirt." He said with a bleeming smile as he turned his back and walked down the corridors of the school, whistling. He couldn't wait to face Megumi again, he had scored the only damaging blow...but the kid could have killed him easy in a serious battle.

((Well that is good I suppose. A little bit of a bummer sence I need to learn the battle system a little bit better but I guess there is nothing that can be done about it. ))

Ryoshi still is unsure who his partner is. Beung confused is my strong point.((sorry for not being her i can only get on sometimes sorry.))

Kenji stepped into the room, looking anxious and ready. However, much to his dismay apparently sparring was done for the day. "Aw....Damn it!"Kenji exclaimed as he crossed his arms. "I missed the whole first and second class....Well I think second class...."Kenji thought to himself for a moment. "Gahhh...."

Kenji jumped, letting out a small yelp after being startled by Guuya. Kenji didn't notice him lying there on the ground. "Y-Yeah....Class is over, and I was foolish enough to come late....Again,"Kenji slunk to the floor. He crossed his legs as he sighed heavily, "How annoying...."Kenji grumbled as he rested his right elbow against his knee, pressing his right cheek into his right hand.

With light and easy foot steps being made from the hall, Long had turned in opening the door and showing up with the school's uniform. He was rather pale for his skin color, as if it were whiter than a hollow's mask. His eyes, were as yellow orange with a bit of fire to them. His shoulders remained straight and kept an easy relaxed motion. His jet black hair had spiked itself and flowed down in a distinctive patter sweeping back and forth as he came to a halt when the door opened up. His build, was average, and nothing too extemely toned, but at least it looked as if he would be in peak physical and mental health for his body size. Long himself wasn't as tall either, being only a mere 6'1", Long's clothes were even a bit longer and larger than he was, the sleeves covering his arms, and the hakama already striding right down to where his ankle met his leg. But at first glance he he seemed shrewd and uncoordinated.

Long had strode in briskly and gave a clear and distinct, "Good Day," to whom he could already guess as the teacher while looking for a place to sit. But, he stood dumbfounded and turned his attention to the lady sitting herself in her chair. He held a transcript in his left hand, just half dangling out of his sleeve marking that he was new, and was directed to this class when he arrived. Long was in the process of...trying to figure out if he was pointed to the correct hall and room.

"May I just take my seat anywhere on the floor for now?" Long asked clearly standing there with a quiet and unstilled look on his face. Not one to really waste words, he was hoping to receive an answer from the teacher. He had almost forgotten the piece of folded paper in his hand as he held it out slightly for the teacher to receive the folded note.

She should be sad that she was sent to the academy because she was too much of a trouble maker to stay with the other souls. Instead, she's just happily toting along her zanpakutou. She hugs 'her' merrily to her chest. Why not sling the weapon to her waist? Although, it might actually be stranger to see somebody who looks no older than a preteen wandering the halls of the academy. She stops when she sees the door she was told to go to for her first class. She has an overly happy smile on her face as she points at the door. It's as if she expects it to open.

No matter how one looked at the little one, she's happy as a clam to be dressed in shinigami garb. Taking in a deep breath, she marches straight through the door. Her mouth forms an 'o' as she looks around her first classroom. This is where she knows she'll take her first steps towards learning to properly fight. She continues walking into the classroom just looking around. She doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to where she's going.

She didn't care how difficult the class will be! If it teaches her how to fight and kill nasty hollow, she'd gladly do anything. The first thing she knows to do is follow exactly what requirements are needed to pass. She has to continue on to the next class, pass it, and move to the next, and so on and so forth. She nods in determination before she takes another look around. This time she's learning faces and seeking out whoever the sensei turns out to be.