Ijemaru glanced at Heather when she looked at him, giving a nod when she mentioned her key as an okay that she could lead Senshi to the dorms. Technically, after her desk duties had ended in the office she was supposed to return the key, but he would let it slide for now. Partially because he<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>have a key. Elite Hunter or not, no one under 18 could have property keys unless they were actively working in an environment at the academy which required one. The only keys he had were for his dorm, his car (little though he used it), and the restricted section in the school library. That was the one exception to the rule: regardless of age, the principal, vice principal, and Elite Hunters were the only ones who were given a key to the library's restricted section. There was some... interesting... information there. Things they didn't tell you in class.<br/><br/>Ijemaru smirked at Senshi's comment. "A lot of it is safety procedures. Desk top learning is only about a third of this academy. There's also training and physical assessment. You<span style="font-style: italic">can</span>die here if you're not careful," he said, offering little sympathy to the new student and giving a smirk instead. Every year at least a few students died. The teachers gave them everything they needed to avoid such fatalities, so little sympathy was given. The students couldn't take things like that to court even if they wanted to. Even if they somehow managed to build a case without referencing demons, the school and the entire Hunter society was completely untouchable by any aspect of law. This had something to do with the academy's principal who was always so secretive. It made one really curious just who she was, and indeed, the rumors agreed that the principal was a she.<br/><br/>Ijemaru waited a moment before Heather and Senshi left before taking his leave. He went back to the assembly hall, sneaking carefully into his seat. He was just in time to catch the last twenty minutes or so of orientation. Listening again to Gwendel's familiar voice, Ijemaru felt that curiosity from before building up again. He made up his mind: when orientation was over, he was going to find Gwendel and ask him what his demon fighting abilities were. His curiosity would kill him if he didn't.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Battler yawned. Everything about orientation was exactly the same as last year. He had been starting to doze off from boredom, but was roused when someone kicked his chair 'cause he'd caught fire again. That really was becoming a problem. If he had more opportunities to fight and exhaust his powers, they wouldn't be fighting so hard to come out.<br/><br/>The red-haired hunter was surprised to see one of the chairs which had previously been emptied now held its former occupant. It took only a moment for him to recognize the boy. That was Ijemaru Hisuka, one of the youngest Elite hunters there'd been in ages. Anyone who'd spent more than a few weeks at the academy had heard about him somewhere. His description was vague, but accurate: white hair, sits like a boss, and as young as a regular student. Something in Battler felt almost jealous. He and Ijemaru were probably the same age, yet the other boy was so much farther ahead. On the other hand, he'd heard some other things about the young Elite that made him not want to follow in his footsteps. Apparently, the dude was a total stick in the mud.