<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Auditorium<br/>Tagged: Everybody</strong><br/><br/>Just like every year, the auditorium was filling with people and buzzing with the sound of a few hundred voices all carrying on their own conversations.  It was pretty easy picking out a majority of the first years, especially the males.  Whether excited, shocked, uncomfortable, or a myriad of other emotions, they looked entirely out of place.  For obvious reasons.  Even if not for the unfamiliar company, surely the form of discipline would be the topic of gossip among the first years who were not accustomed to such archaic forms of punishment.  It took Isoke by surprise as well two years ago, but as he spent more time at the academy it gradually began to make sense.<br/><br/>Most of the students there were far more dangerous than the average human, and in his experience, a majority of them still acted according to their individual instincts rather than relying solely on rational thought.  Like when Anya threw the kitsune girl.  Of course, this was high school; rational thought wasn't in abundance no matter the types of students that wandered the halls.  Though, unlike nearly every other school in the world, monsters literally wandered the halls of this particular academy who were far more dangerous than the average human.  If left unchecked fights could quickly turn lethal, especially for the relatively underpowered human males.<br/><br/>A devious smile spread across his lips at Anya's question as he considered the notion for a moment.  "That bitch picked a fight with my harpy.  You better believe I'm going to give her what she has coming."