((If you wish to join, check our meta thread in Seeking Roleplay))<br/><br/>Fuuma walked out onto the square.  As he moved, the bell tolled the time.  The time for the school was, combat hour.<br/><br/>It wasn't truly one hour, but it was lunch time, and the term combat lunch just didn't fit.  The first students had started calling it combat hour, and the name stuck.  The Highland school was quite old, and was also very large, about the size of three of today's city blocks.  It had been built on a hill, and situated with two main drives, one running east to west, one running north south.  To the west and east were dorms and classes, to the north were the "entertainment centers", a gym, a field, a band room and concert hall.  South of the square that Fuuma was walking across was the "safe zone".  There was a clinic there, that could even revive someone, and a cafeteria, that could serve enough food for even a predatory creature.<br/><br/>Fuuma however, had something else on his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">The survival exam starts in three weeks, I can't be fighting all the seniors during that time...and combat hour is the only time I see them all.<br/><br/>I have to convince them to work together, without becoming lunch</span><br/><br/>As he walked, his hand was on the sword at his back.  If any of the underclassmen tried to take him, they would find he was not in the mood for their games.[/i]