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**finding his tree crowded and overrun with individuals looking for fast glory and those simply curious as to what true strength can be, Smoke has opted to take refuge in the fighters ground for now. Having already ventured forth in the guise of a student, he was met with oppostition from one of the faculty and assaulted in a way that left a rather bad taste in his mouth. feeling the need for a singular entity of reform and discipline, Smoke claims the office to the west, overlooking the courtyard and his massive willow grows. It's majestic branches growing wide and reaching back toward the earth, left a serene feeling in the ominous and very much intimidating office. Resting haphazardly in a massive throne, seemingly carved from twisted, black obsidian, Smoke speaks. His low, dominating voice boomed over the PA system**

I have appointed myself headmaster of this, the fighters grounds. as such, i am the authority of all that transpires here. If you feel you have been slighted during a sparring match, bring it to my attention and i will investigate. If you think the training regime is too rough, then come to my office. i promise you i will take your reservation into consideration with the utmost in care. If for some reason you believe you are too weak for this school, save that for your mother. i am not in the business to watch over the weak. Can't take the ferocity, knit a damn sweater. If there is a problem with what i have just said and you want to voice your opinion otherwise, stuff it. I am legend.

**rustling from his stoic position deep inside the bleak office. Smoke stood slowly. Stretching upward, the Foxdemon shook the fatigue from his body. Sliding light footed toward the door, the sudden pounding of an entrant echoed to his heightened and alert ears. A little agast at sudden attention, Smoke opned the door**
What? what is it that'sso urgent?

smirk escaped the many folds of Smokes scarf as he looked over this crossed-arm gentleman. Such confidence was a rarity in someone so green to the campus. sliding his head bacward, Smoke thought for a second, only to return his ice blue eyes to the young man in his doorway**
Your three week exam should be well over by the time of the prelims. The tournament is slated for a mid-march launch. If necessary, i am willing to postpone it further if, and only if, this action will breed better competition. As i see it, many of the students under my ward seem to need asa much "training" as they can get.

Looks like this place didn't get very far. I told batosai I would visit but honestly it doesn't look like much. Anyway, tell him I said hey and to PM me as soon as he can because I just wanna talk to him.
See ya!