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Kaosu laughed. "You may be able to hit me eventually. Not today, but eventually." Finally reaching the rock, he re-tied his zanpaku-to to his shoulder. "Alright, Nagi-san, we're done. I kicked him to the curb just like you asked. What's next, oh wise one?"

Nagi squinted his eyes. He wasn't old. At least he didn't think he was old. He had spiked light blue hair, and was 5'1. How could someone call him old. He was sulking inside. "I'm not old crying "

Nagi's eyes then moved to the side and stared at Karite. He didn't reply or say anything. Eventually, he began mumbling: "Old man..heh..I'll show you". And without a warning he turned to face Karite with his left palm pointed out towards Karite. "Bakudou Ichi, Sai!" he shouted as Karite's arms were forced behind him. With a quick shunpo he appeared and kicked at his feet tripping him and causing him to fall on the floor. His eyes glowed shining yellow. "Think twice before you call someone old man!" he stepped on Karite.

Then he turned to Kaosu who was asking him a question. His mood changed from angry and irritated to happy and pleseant. "What is it my adorable little students," Nagi said in a mother-like but still male tone. Nagi was one weird shinigami. "Are you done already, Kaosu, I want you to stand at my left and Riaktsu to the right, and we'll wait for the others to finish," he replied back in his normal tone and continued to read while he remained ontop of Karite.

Nodding to the grumpy little chibi-sensei, Rikatsu moved into place to Nagi's right, being careful not to step on the prone Karite. "A little odd... I hope thats not a requirement for being a teacher"

To keep his bruised muscles from tightening up, Rikatsu began a series of small motion excercies designed to keep him as loose as possible while he cooled down from his recent excercise. With his ever-present small smile, he settles in to watch Tsai and his opponent in their duel. His eyes straining to catch every detail of their combat.

Four additional students finished their matches and walked up to Nagi carefully. They stared at Karite. Nagi said the same thing. The loser of the match was to go to his right and the winner was to go to his left.

The main point of this segregation was to seperate the students into two groups. Group A: Consisting of those who have at least won a spar.
Group B: Consisting of those who haven't won.

Group A's activities were to spar amoungst each other with the intent to kill using zampakuto, hakuda whatever they deemed fit. The was the best way for them to become better shinigami than they already were. This was the one way Nagi could think of to rapidly increase their abilities. This was survival of the strongest.

Group B's activities were to continue to spar with each other using hakuda until Nagi deemed them fit to move onto Group A.

Once they were all tired out and have fallen, Nagi would begin his kido lesson. This would definitely piss them off. But it also allowed the students to be prepared to fight no matter what the situation was and it would work their reiatsu control. But mainly because it was fun to watch people suffer especially when it was humorous suffering.

Nagi stared at Kaosu with a look that was almost cold-blooded. "I'm seperating you guys into two groups, those who won and those..who lost. I'm going to be straight forward with you, I'm drawing a line between the weak and the strong. But something that will be similiar in both groups is that you'll all work your asses off.

I will tell group A and B's activities after enough students have completed their spars.

((Sorry I have been absent for the past couple of days and don't really feel like reading through 15 pages of stuff...sooo...lol I am just jumping in))

Haro's eyes snapped back to attention as he stood there, so much had gone on around him while he had merely been delving into the depths of his own mind...he was unsure if the teachers were going to be angry with him or not, but he smiled and he stood straight and looked around at everyone, unsure of what might be going on. He shok his head visciously and he stood there, gripping the hilt of his Zanpaktou with all his might as he looked to the teacher called Negi. "I appologise sir, but I have just started to participate after a little bit of an absence after my arival...though if ytour eyes are working alright you will have already noticed it was not a physical absence, it was a mental one." He said with a bow. "I was just wondering what you'd have me do." He said, a little bit embarassed for his foolishness.

(Unfortunately, because of my shoulder, I'm going to have to do this normally. My shoulder can't withstand all of the posts it would take to do a lot of 'training' right now, sadly.)

She approached the top of the hill after the rather long climb to the top, up the staircase. She looked to be in better shape than she had been previously. It was a good thing, the fact that she was calm. All of the strange things that had been happening to her lately had almost made her too weary to join the rest of the students.

Sighing after a moment, she approached the main group around the teacher that had been called Nagi. She was prepared to do whatever necessary. Then again, she was also going to approach one of the teachers, and ask them for a little extra help. Mainly because she was determined to pass the classes quickly, and with as little resistance in them as possible.

She was in a fresh haori over her black shinigami uniform, though there was a small strip of something, what appeared to be a blood red cloth wrapped around her upper left arm. Anyone who knew Ran well enough might know what it represents. It's her form of mourning for those who lost their lives.

Her voice was a bit mild, compared to it's usual cheer, as she spoke up from her position.

"Sorry a'hm late," all she gives by way of apology, as her hand comes to rest on her zanpaktou, a familiar gesture of comfort for her. She was likely as scared as some of the other students - she was just much better at hiding it.