Fuuma waved to the bovine girl.  "Hey!  I'm doing alright!"  He replied.<span style="font-style: italic">That's one I can count on,</span>Fuuma thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Now...for the reason I came to the square.</span>"Hey, I've got something I need to take care of," he said, drawing his sword "stand back."<br/><br/>At the far end of the square the crowd was clearing, and the combat hour bell finished it's last toll.  At that moment, out of the gym, busted a shape shifter.  He had morphed himself into a massive land dragon of some kind, and charged down the square.<br/><br/>He noticed that the only person actually standing in the square at the moment was Fuuma.  He charged the senior, roaring...<br/>The next thing he knew he was back in his human form, a large bump on his head, Fuuma was standing over him, the point of his massive sword at his throat.<br/><br/>"You charged like that ALL last year, you did it yesterday too." Fuuma explained.  "I would THINK you would try and change up your pattern a little, if you start repeating yourself day after day after day, people catch on.  THINK A LITTLE!" Fuuma tapped the kid on his head with the side of the great sword as he finished.  Then he walked off toward the cafeteria.