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"Uhh sure...I guess I can help, but I'm not that good with mine either..." Bukotsu said stopping and turning his attention towards Shiraku. He seemed like being slightly helpful today.

"I practice in Rokugai Forest...if you want, I'm usually there everday after classes," Bukotsu said as he headed off in the direction of the dorms.

Slowly, cautiously, a new student enters. Wearing the usual garb of a new student he takes care to look around before actually making his presence known. Not that he is hiding in a shadow, but neither is he making a point to draw attention. Without a whole lot of thought Charles realizes that this is the end of the class.

Looking down at the transfer papers in his hand, he sighs softly. "Already behind and I haven't even had one class yet." Taking a deep breath, he steadies himself. After a long moment of gathering his courage, he walks in and approaches the only person that seems to be in charge.

"Pardon me, sir? I don't mean to be a bother . . . but it seems you have a new student in the academy." Bowing deeply, he extends his hand to offer his papers. Now let's just hope I got the right person! flashes through his mind as he stays in the bow, waiting for his papers to be taken.

Slowly rising, Charles realizes that not only did he find the right person- but he was also right in that the lesson just ended. A shy smile on his face, he holds out his hands in polite refusal to the offer.

"I wouldn't dream of asking that of you, sir! Perhaps there is just a few exercises or bits I could read to catch up a bit? It is unfair to push this on you at the last moment, and exect you to teach the whole lesson a second time with no break."

Trying to be prepared for anything, however, he watches the instructor's stance cautiously. Completely forign are the ideas of using reiatsu in a offensive way. Back in the human world, he used his 'energy' to relax and center himself, even going as far as to manipulate how it was circled around his body. No idea had ever come to him of actually casting anything using that energy. As such, he merely can watch and try to mimic the physical moves later.

With a broad smile, Charles nods enthusiastically. Despite his protests, he had hoped that the sensei would still teach at least something. Rather than keep talking, he intently and blatantly stares hard at his instructor. Without really thinking about it, he matches the stance and begins to alter his aura. While he has never used reiatsu . . . he is familiar with it's ebb and flow in his body.

Where Hideki's reiatsu is strong and ready, Charles' hands merely have a faint glow. Limned with a light silver light, his hands echo Hideki's moves. Not enough to actually complete the move- but enought to be obvious what he is up to. The only other thing that is obvious, is that his eyes start to fade into the same silver hue. Rather than being his normal dull grey, they seem as though behind cattaracts- still there, but dimmer through a silver sheen.

Oblivious to all this, Charles focuses all his mind on the task at hand- memorizing as much as he can. Within the depths of his mind, another personality watches and waits, it's hands also mimicing the movements despite not having a physical form.

At first, Charles is struck in awe at the power of Hideki's first spell. Sure, a few daydreams of being a superhero happened in his life, but Charles never imagined that he might be able to do anyting close to that. Ever. Still, this is not the time for idol worship. At least so says the familiar voice in the corners of his mind.

What focus he has, however, ebbs into nothing as he listens to the long-winded chant for Ways of Destruction thirty one and thirty three. Both are so long that he even loses track of the entire chant. With a shy smile and a shade of crimson appearing on his cheeks, he can only watch in unmitigated awe. With the loss of his focus, the silver glow that even Charles was not aware of fades back into nothingness.

Before he managed to find his voice, Charles realized that his instructor had finished with the 'assignment'. With a soft voice and blatant embarassment he asks quietly "Ummm . . . could you write down those destruction ways too . . . you lost me halfway through the second one. Sorry!"

Yeah, that is bound to earn brownie points! runs through Charles' head in sardonic beratement.

Immensely glad that all is written down for him, Charles relaxes visably. Binding and destruction incantations- this is going to be a busy night of homework. Still, it is better than scraping by in a shanty outside the walls of this academy. Not that life was unbearable here in the next world, but neither was it easy. Back to the matter at hand.

Renewing his attention, Charles watches his instructor go into the next set of movements. While watching, the voice in the back of his head suddenly realizes just what will come of this. The student merely held still as a wave of energy falls over him. As said binding comes to fruition and Charles becomes immobilized the silver comes back to his eyes. Unbeknownst to the student, energy begins to swell in him.

In the shadows behind him, an echo . . . a shadow of something begins to manifest. Just as several silver strands begin to flow and weave into that shadow's framework, Charles' eyes widen in realization. With all his might, he shuts his eyes and mentally screams for his friend to subdue. An arguement ensues of a creature accustomed to binding it's prey- never being bound. The very thought is abhorrent and unacceptable to the spider . . . but after several moments the strands dissappate and the silver hue again leaves Charles' eyes.

With a heavy sigh, the student realizes that this is not something that can be dismissed so easily. Unfortunately, without more experience, all he can say is a sheepish "Gomennasai . . . " Still held fast by the binding, he offers no resistance to his teacher, hoping that difficult questions are not asked- yet knowing that they are coming sooner or later.

Grateful for the end of the lesson- moreso for his sake than for the instructors, Charles relaxes a bit again. For a moment he goes over all that he needs to in his head. After a few moments, though, a startling realization rears itself in his mind. Looking up at Hideki, the sheepish voice reasserts into the room.

"Thank you, sir . . . but where do I go from here? I literally just got to the academy, and don't really have the schedule down yet." A sheepish smile on his face, Charles looks around the room, noting all the exits, and wondering which he should take.

"I . . . see. Well, thank you again for giving me a lesson, sir." Unsure of what else to say or do, Charles literally picks a doorway, and moves. Leaving the classroom, his destination is open, letting him wander around aimlessly.

"Well, at least this way I can find out the lay of the land!" From time to time, he looks down into his hand, and reads a bit of his scroll. A smile comes across his face as he learns more and more about this place and the powers that seem to be offered to him. Only later will he realize that the power is already in him, this just utilizes his own strength.