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The teacher stood then as she spoke, her zanpaktou still in her hands, tucking it neatly into her obi, her hands folding across her chest for a brief moment.

"Make you work? No, I'm going to make you all wish you were dead. Ugu-sensei is my assistant teacher.." she gives a brief glance towards the student who seemed to call her Mama, lips curving into a faint smirk.

"During this class you will all address me as Miyoko-sensei, regardless of what you ask, want, or need. I don't heal, but we'll have a healer on grounds if you get hurt. I'll be teaching classes simultaneously. If you've been given your mark of passing in basic zanpaktou techniques, consider this both a refresher, and your beginning through my own classes."

Glancing out across the students, she reached down, to unsheathe her zanpaktou, straightening the blade from her side.

"Can anyone tell me what this is?" the blade was straight, and the light glinted off the sharpened edge, giving it a dangerous appearance. The blade itself was approximately three shaku long, and seemed to be well balanced in her hand. As her eyes skimmed the students again, she waited for their answer.

This draws a soft voiced answer from the Keiji, who stands with his arms folded into his uniform. He raises his eyes upward, and with a smile begins to speak in what one would only call a bookish manner, stating what fact he knew.

"That is most likely a Nodachi, or Odachi, due to the length of the blade. While a Tachi individually is similar, at least in design, the length of it, or the O-katana, are insufficient to reach the size requirement of such a sword. Typically, the Odachi is three shaku in length at the blade alone, and requires a great deal more strength to wield than the katana, or tachi. The Odachi fell out of use sometime in the seventeenth century due to the fact that no more field battles were fought around that time, while the tachi became unpopular around the early sixteenth century..sometime in the fifteen hundreds. I would estimate that sword you have to be a slightly smaller than normal Odachi, or, an elongated Tachi, Miyoko-sensei."


All spoken in a concise, respectful tone, without a single movement of any other part of his body. He keeps his head raised, and his demeanor polite, the entire time.

He looked at the teacher with aslight smile, nodding back to her as she spoke. His fingers tensed around his blade with anticipation of the class and he heard the child not to far from him give abig text-book example of what the style of blade she carried was. He felt slightly stupid beside him and he sighed as he turned back to the teacher, intently listening in upon her words and looking to the dust flecks swooping down like little birds from the sky.

He heard the instructions given from the sensei and he bowed slightly as he turned around and he held the blade close to him. "A name huh?" He asked silently as he looked to his demonic looking weapon. "You must have some sort of evil name huh?" He asked half to himself as he smirked and he placed the blade against the wall, a faint steel on floor sound singing into his ears whenthe firsat blade touched before the rest.

He then walked over to where his self-made wooden double-scythe layed and he picked it up with a smile, turning to the sensei and walking back to where the other students were. He waited a little while until everyone was there and he smirked as he stood there. "My name is Haro Takiri and I use a double-scythe zanpakutou." He stated, spinning the weapon slightly in his hand before propping it upon the ground and leaning upon it, looking around and awaiting further commands.

Yojimbo saunters over to the wall and sets his zanpakuto against it. Already having a Bokken he heads over to haro and stands next to him. "My name is Yojimbo and I use a Dai-Katana."

Karite untied his zanpakuto from his left hip. It was strange considering he was spirtualy connected with her, but then again he was with his body but hey whos counting right. He missed his body, but his sould was so much more free. "So when are we going to get this thing started. I had other plans in the the next century." Karite said almost with a cocky grin upon his tan face.

Ignoring the two shinigami-in-training, Takara reluctantly walked over to the wall and placed her zanpakutou on it. She walked away, giving it a sidelong glance, before turning her attention to the bokken--the wooden practice swords. Unlike other people, Takara did not like being unique nor standing out, her zanpakutou (in its sealed form, as that was the only form she knew of so far) relfecting this. Her eyes wandered over the various types of bokken before landing on one that was just right: it was longer than a wakizashi, but shorter than a katana. Picking up the wooden weapon, Takara lined up next to the other students. Staring straight ahead, careful not to look into the eyes of the others, Takara introduced herself.

"My name is Mitsuragi Takara, and I use a chiisakatana," her voice was stiff and silent, yet it caried over the classroom clearly.

Keiji himself looks at his blade with a curiousness. He has no idea what kind of sword his own will be. Right now it's really a katana, but if he wanted to go with what his heart said, then he'd go with what he was most familiar with. He walks over and sets down the blade delicately, and reaches a delicate looking arm to pick up an odd curved weapon. Nodding, he twirls it about, and he smiles at the memories it brings back..


"I am known as Mousetsu Keiji, and I command skills, though minimal they are, in the Khopesh. I will use this, as it is the closest to my weapon of familiarity. Please, feel free to use me for any demonstrations you have in mind."


Keiji bows, and resumes his place as before, squinting at the weapon. He withdraws his glasses, and examines the length and breadth of the wooden khopesh, guaging its weight..it's slightly off from a bronze one, so he'll have to compensate with his stance.

Yojimbo was watching Sensei when she moved so quickly he almost missed it, she struck the cocky student in the stomach. he merely watched, understadning her teaching methods. he looked around the room examining to different types of bokken seeing a sai, several normal katanas and Haro's unique scythe, "Why am i even bothering?" he thought to himself as he pulled out his sake jug and took a swig, offering Haro some.