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Sho ━━ Ito
T H E xxxxA C T O R
age ━━ Seventeen
grade ━━ Junior
personality ━━ Proud, easily lovable, loyal

Sho's eyes widen when his hand is kissed, but he quickly adapts. An almost coy smile appears on his face and he draws his fingers away. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well." He says smoothly.

Mimoshi nuzzled and still hummed as he closed his eyes. He was but a child’s soul and so as Ritsuka slept...so did he. He hummed still with his magic. The staff now glowed faintly to keep feeling of serenity and safety while it continued singing when Mimoshi was latched on and lost in slumberlands just like Ritsuka...he liked the kitty boy.


Xavier ━━ Taka'shi
T H E xxxxSIREN DEMIGOD NINJA
age ━━ Twenty ~ By Appearance
subject ━━ Weapons Class (all forms of weapons/combat)


Xavier

Who he is: The Sensei
With: His students
Doing: Debating banning the man child if he doesn’t sraighten up.
Feeling: No way in any shape or form...you sir...are barely even worthy of calling yourself male. You are a child and by no means are you of enough honor or creed by deed...to be part of my family. Yet...I can still maybe fix this.
Thinking: No….to the heavenly extreme….no. Though perhaps he is not unteachable.

Xavier looked at man child. He would respond to him when he finished addressing Dirkan. Arching an eyebrow and read the note. “Etiam. Video. Et respondet ad Exspectare post classis. Multis opus est scire docebo, quid agas, si singula.” (Yes. I see. Then I request you wait after class. I will teach you many things you will need to know if that is what you seek grasshopper.)

He looked over the scroll as he read it. “Ostendam tibi herbam in casu eget. Et infra. Et det tibi pacem. Dico autem vobis, quod crypticus classis post dicetur plene. Si tibi placet animæ vestræ.” He responded when the young man was done. (In that case I will show you the blade you will need. I will explain further. I grant you your request. The cryptic messages I say to you will be explained in full after class. You may have your wish.)

He smiled and gave a traditional chinese bow of respect to student who did well. “You are more than forgiven grasshopper. I shall be delighted to teach you. I know well the traditions you speak of.” He said in English. Even if it means I need to freshen up with a few rounds with an old friend of mine. He thought to himself. Looking at Dikran. “A temper when forged to the sharpest blade and kept like a blade idle within though ever boiling can in turn be trained into an asset not a hinderence. As the teacher here I shall train you in such ways grasshopper.” He said with a genuine smile.

He smiled. “You can stand grasshopper and please...go have a seat…” He trailed off a moment. “ego tendunt ad ipsum, qui paulo ante ingressus puer indisciplinatus.” ( while I tend to the undisciplined man child student who just entered.) He said it low to Dikran. He respect this student. His eldest son. The gypsy and the strange actor who were not being idiotic juvenile deliquents. He walked over to the man child and looked at him.

“Hai. Hai. Shussan no watashi no tochi wa, watashi ga rikai shi,-betsu no gengo o hanashi, watashi wa anata ga itte iru koto wa kangaete irudeshounode, anata ga tan'ni itte iru ka wakaranai to iu Chinalands ni aru tame to suisoku shinaide kudasai. Kono kurasu ni nokoru shitai baai, anata ga jibun de anata no nenchō-sha no tame ka, sukunakutomo sonkei o manabu koto ga dō naru ka watashi ni denwa. Watashi wa, anata ga gakusei de koko ni kyōshidesu.”

(Yes. Yes. Do not presume because my land of birth is in Chinalands that I do not understand and know what you are saying merely because you speak another language and I will have no idea what you are saying. Call me what you will if you wish to remain in this class you will learn respect for your elders or at least myself. I am the teacher here you are the student.)

He stood tall and watched him. Taking the paper and walked around gathering the others. His eyes flashed with anger for a second then split second later bushido ways kicked in. Since the student went to sit down he let go as was respectable...for now. “Thank you for doing as instructed for now.” He went around gathering the papers. Holding out his hand to each student. When they gave it he gave them a respectful nod.

He had just gotten back to the front when the manchild spoke again. “Not at all…” He looked at the paper. “...if anything I will help you catch up to your age. Hold it against you...no. Help you grow from it...yes. I live by old traditions even while adapting to more modern times...grasshopper doe. That does not mean I will treat you any differently because you have a disability. You can not overcome weaknesses if people allow and enable you to lean on them like a crutch. In that sense disability aside you are just another student and if you wish to remain in my class you will learn discipline and to follow my rules.” he flashed out then reappeared facing them.

He looked at his son Agraj. Shènzhì bùyào qù xiǎng tā zhǎngzǐ. Xiànzài zhè zhǐshì yīgè nánrén de háizi. Tā shènzhì bù zhídé kàn zuòwéi yīgè niánqīng de chéngnián rén, zhídào tā xuéhuì yào duō hóu zǐ yěmán rén. Zài zhège wèntí yěxǔ nǐ kěyǐ xiézhù. Zhìyú jiéhūn...... Zài zhè yīdiǎn shàng... Shítou huì gèng shìhé. (Do not even think about it Eldest Son. Right now that is but a man child. He is not even worth seeing as a young adult until he learns to be more than a monkey barbarian. In that matter perhaps you could assist. As for marriage...at this point...a rock would be more suitable.) He throught directly to his son by their chi link he established a long time ago. That and using his half god powers.

He looked at Doe. Responding to him in Japanese to keep all but a few from understanding once he said simple version in English. “No. Marriage into my clan is not so easily given. It is earned. I will explain further in the language you so deemed to call me such an interesting insult.” After a breath he responded in an antisocial voice of emotion tone yet stern and deadly serious.

“Īe, anata ga gen'in anata ga kodomodearu ka no yō ni atsukawa reru koto ni okurete nobete kita yō ni. Demo, kodai no dentōde wa, genzai, kokoro no waka sugiruto kekkonshiki no nenrei ni tasshite iru ni wa amarini mo kiritsu aru. Kore ni kuwaete,-kō ranku no ichizoku ni kekkon wa kasei privelige inai kenridearu. Ima no jitende wa, kiritsu to shitsureidesu. Otte tsūchi ga aru made, anata wa kekkon ni chōnan no te o motsu koto ga kyoka sa rete imasen. Anata wa kyōshi to shite no jibun jishin to kare no chichi no tame ni sonkei to kiritsu o manabu toki, wareware wa futatabi, kore o giron suru koto ga dekimasu. Ima... Shizukana mama de, watashi ga seki o saite kudasatta koto o kansha shite kudasai. Watashi wa ima no kurasu o hajimete imasu.”

(No. As you have stated you are behind due to being treated as if you were a child. Even by ancient traditions you are currently too young of mind and too undisciplined to have reached the age of wedding. Besides which marriage into a clan of high rank is an earned privelige not a right. As of right now you are undisciplined and disrespectful. Until further notice you are not allowed to have my Eldest Son's hand in marriage. When you learn respect and discipline for myself as teacher and his father we can discuss this again. Now...please remain quiet and I thank you for taking your seat. I am beginning class now.)

He breathed then spoke in English to Smith Doe. “If you wish to begin to earn such respect and right in my eyes...after class you will fix the door WITHOUT use of duct tape. You will learn to make the door as I did...by hand with new wood. Or you will never get anywhere when you entered with disrespect and destroyed that which I created by hand. The choice is yours and you can think it over during class. Willingly comply with my statement earlier or be forced to through detention. One gets you closer to your….” A pause here to keep his personal feelings out of it”...goal. The other takes your further from it. Therein Grasshopper doe...you have received your first lesson and assignment of my class.”

He stood up tall and smiled beneath the hood. Hitting a gong, that wouldn't go into the next room where the kitty was sleeping. It was soft but allowed students in class to know he wsa beginning.

“Now. Class is beginning. I ask all students to silence the idle chat.” Looking at all of the class now. “I am the teacher of this class. There is many forms of combat. As you have all stated in these papers that you have understood this is a hands on class. That means you will more likely than not be sore, battered or bruised once training starts. There is many branches. To begin with I am Sensei Xavier Taka’shi. You can call me Sensei Taka’shi. Or any term for teacher or master of the arts. You will however, remain respectful or you shall be given detention with myself. Now. I have all your papers though I would like you all to go around one at a time introducing yourself. Eldest Son...please take a seat and begin the introductions while I review all the papers I have collected from each of you. If you changed your mind about your answers...please leave now. For once you begin learning you will not be quitting class unless expelled.” He said with the demeanor and stance of a skilled and well respected, usually, teacher of old.

Sho ━━ Ito
T H E xxxxA C T O R
age ━━ Seventeen
grade ━━ Junior
personality ━━ Proud, easily lovable, loyal

Seeing that he was next, Sho smiles and introduces himself. "My name is Sho Ito, I'm a junior, and started attending Princeton academy last year. I've studied a few forms of self defense, but have never learned weapons before." He wonders if that's enough, but since Agraj hadn't said more than that either, he decides it should be fine.

Dikran walked over the students and joined them, "My name is Dikran, I am sixteen, and have been in school for two years now, I have just joined this school, as my last was not 'suitable' for me. My uncle teaches government, and I am a three time champion of Armenian Sambo.", he bows to the class and the teacher, having calmed down with his blade on his side.

Sleeping...both of them


Xavier ━━ Taka'shi
T H E xxxxSIREN DEMIGOD NINJA
age ━━ Twenty ~ By Appearance
subject ━━ Weapons Class (all forms of weapons/combat)


Xavier

Who he is: The Sensei
With: His students
Doing: finishing class
Feeling: hurt his son didn’t know to read between the lines
Thinking: I have a headache...thank heavens this class is over.

Xavier looked at Sho. Nodding his head. He understood that. He really wanted to rub his temples but that would be unprofessional. Oi vey...he needed to have a bottle of saki with manchild in the class. His head was hurting. One minute guy insults like he thinks he can’t understand the next he is saying he can that he attacked by language. Few too short of a barrel. He linked with his son’s mind. You should know damn well what I really mean is how you put it as a thirteen year old...hell to the no. So don’t think I agree to it I don’t. It is meaningless to start wars in a classroom with someone nowhere near as well armed even with wit and word.

As he read over the papers he listened to everyone. He listened to his son. He smiled a bit but nobody would know. He then sat in front of the class. Listening to them all. Though he looked up at Stelian. “Ah. So you are the mystery student who shall be residing within my home. I will have Agraj show you the way there and to one of the open rooms. It is nice to meet you Stelian.” He looked at Agraj. “There is no issues with you guiding him to our home that you stay in no more Agraj?” He asked him questioningly but seriously he was going do it but if you refuse it is your right. As Eldest Son it is your duty to show new house guests the way.

Looking to Dikran. Could it be possible the newest taken under his figurative was related to a long time ally and great friend of his? One he considered a brother of war? Seconds later he was given the answer. A delighted and secretly honored shine hit his eyes before it vanished. “Yes. Well seeing as class is wrapping up and everyone has introduced themselves I will assign the homework. I require you to give me a written paper with your interests in order of greatest to least and how much you know of the topics you desire to master. At least a rough draft is due by two days from today.”

He looked at manchild jo “You...I am not even going to argue with you. However, I am going to give you detention. Right now I am debating where. Your actions and decree of how you fix my door you disrespectfully massaccured cannot go unpunished.” Agraj may know that to mean he was debating just how pissed and mean he wished to be about it. He caught the orgami dragon and noted it. “Dikran if you would head to the weapons area. Oshia the spirit who guards the tools we make speak is in there. He will know I sent you.” He looked at manchild joe. “You stay over there in the corner. Alright everyone you have tomorrow off to prepare your roughdrafts. With that...class is dismissed.”

NPC DOJO CLASS "RESIDENT"

Oshia had heard the will of the master. So it would be. What master wants master will get. He turned the lights on and watched unseen and unthere. Interesting. Interesting. Sensei's friend aura near this one. So strange. So strange. A laugh left softly. Hai. Hai. Spirit. Spirit. Protector of blades. The Master he does not lie. He said you may be here. So we see. So we see. Came the echoing and chaning voice of the spirit. He formed into sitting on an outwards shelf with an ancient blade that was from foreign grounds. Possesses? Oh. Oh. Hai. Hai. Quite a few hai. We be here. Oshia protector of blades be we. Who be you? Who be you?