"Good morning Amber," Lance called as he walked into the kitchen. He looked around and found his sister preparing some more food. He took a seat in front of the plate of food, and noticed the other plate next to him.<span style="font-style: italic">Guess dad isn't up yet...oh well.</span>He sighed softly than picked up his chopsticks. "Thanks for the food." He began to eat quickly, not waiting for anyone else. He finished in mere minutes, and got up. "Sorry sis, I'm gonna head to school a bit early today. I've got a math test today and I need to study a bit more. Well, I'm off." After fixing his hair and collar, he grabbed his bag and headed to the door. Lance slipped on his shoes and took off. He began to walk to school, passing his Aunt's bakery. The smell of fresh bread and pastries lingered in the air, seems like they were ready to open for the day. He kept walking until he was right outside of the training grounds. A feeling had caused him to stop. It felt like pressure on his mind, on his...soul. It took a moment, but he was able to recognize the feeling as spiritual energy. He looked up at the wall that blocked the area from the view of outsiders. What was happening? He tried to concentrate, just as his father had taught him, and he was able to focus in on the main source, just on the other side of the wall. "From the training grounds?" Lance whispered to himself. He shook his head, realizing it was normal. He was from a family of soul reapers, after all. It was normal that someone would be training.<br/><br/>He took one step before noticing the other one. Another spiritual presence that was even better concealed. He looked up at the wall again, raising an eyebrow.<span style="font-style: italic">What's going on over there?</span><br/>He stared at the wall for about a minute, before coming to the conclusion that nothing was gonna happen by staring at a wall. He started his walk to school again. He wasn't going to worry about it, at least not now. About five minutes of walking brought him to his high school. He walked into the building and up the stairs to his homeroom. He slid the door open, only to be greeted with an unpleasant scene. One of the school punks had Lance's classmate by his collar. He walked up to them immediately, "Hey...let him go." The blonde haired boy looked back at Lance, "Who the hell are you? Why don't you leave before you get hurt?" Lance grabbed the blonde's hand and pulled it off his classmate. "Why don't you follow your own advice?" The bully turned red in the face. "You little punk!" He swung at Lance's face, and was stopped short by Lance's hand. As the bully's eyes widened, Lance let a dark smile creep onto his lips. "You really want to test me, don't you?" The bully pulled back in fear, pulling his arm back. He ran out of the classroom, yelling back at him, "D-don't think I won't remember this, you punk!"<br/><br/>Lance stared at him as he left, then looked back at his classmate. "Are you hurt?" His classmate, a messy dark haired boy slightly shorter than him by the name of Satoshi, shook his head. "Not at all. Thank you, Lance." Lance nodded, and sat down at his desk, taking out his Math notes. Satoshi sat next to him, "Oh! Are you studying for the test?" Lance nodded again. Satoshi took out his own notes, "Wanna study together?" Lance took a few seconds and then nodded. Satoshi smiled, "Alright! We're gonna ace this test!" Lance didn't show it on his face, but he felt today was going to be a good day.