When Ijemaru had finally recovered himself he decided to take a little trip to the library. He'd put the task upon himself when he entered the academy to read every nonfiction book they kept. Unlike most people, he couldn't stand the fiction/fantasy genera. When he graduated he was satisfied, thinking he'd accomplished his goal. Then as an Elite Hunter he found out about the restricted section. The place added a whole other floor to the library and it only held non fiction books (except for a few books on mythology and lore; things that couldn't<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>be proven). Now, whenever he had a spare moment, this was where he went.<br/><br/>Ijemaru had a perfect, photographic memory, and with the vast wealth of knowledge the academy (and especially its library) held, he was becoming something of a walking encyclopedia of everything. There was a large part of him that hated to be out of the know, so for the most part he was perfectly fine with this. But there was still a part of him that didn't like the reputation he was getting. Especially if people were openly calling him a stick in the mud to his face now. That Heather really could get annoying sometimes.<br/><br/>Still though, Ijemaru had a certain level of respect for the trouble-maker. For one thing, there was her skill with weapons. Mastering just one weapon could take years, but she was skilled with a wide variety of them. She wasn't just a muscle head though either. She could tell you statistics, and logistical information about the weapons she wielded as well. She may have taken it a bit too far, in his opinion; relying solely on her weapons and refusing to use her powers. But she'd survived that way so far, which was extremely impressive. Weapons were less effective against demons than abilities were, so you had to be no less than a master with them if you wanted to inflict any sort of lasting damage. You didn't see many people with Heather's fighting preference who were still alive. She was impressive, in her own right.<br/><br/>On the flip side, there were those who knew nothing about weapons and lacked any skill with them. These people were forced to rely solely on their abilities. While using abilities regularly was encouraged, it wasn't good to have such a narrow skill set. These people often didn't last very long either. Then there were the scarce few people like himself, who could tell you every statistic of every significant weapon ever made in detail, but lacked any real skill in using them. He could wield a weapon, surely, but not with the sheer power and precision necessary to fight a demon with it. He was forced to rely solely on his abilities and his intellect. So it was fortunate that both were so versatile.<br/><br/>Ijemaru found himself at the elevator that lead up to the library's third floor. He slipped his pass into a slit near the door and the doors slid open. When he exited the elevator, Ijemaru found himself surrounded by a vast amount of books. He'd finished several of the shelves already, but he wasn't done yet. The white-haired hunter found a book he hadn't read yet and selected it off the wall. "Hmm... "Monsters", huh?"<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>Battler was feeling very relaxed now. Bright red flames still danced around him, spilling forth endlessly as if there was still a limitless supply of live demon toxins inside of him. Battler stretched and let out a yawn, then pulled himself into a sitting position. He knew there were others who liked to come to the woods, so he figured he might just start wandering around. Whether it was to avoid people, or run into them, even he wasn't sure. He let his flames continue to cascade forth though, enjoying the clearness it brought his mind.