<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Yumi Urashima<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Top<br/><br/>Yumi was too tired to listen to all the conversation. She recognized, vaguely, that she hadn't been elected Class Leader, but that only barely registered with her. Her limbs were screaming in protest. What she did hear, however, was the announcement of uniforms. That perked Yumi right up. She instantly sat bolt upright, a wave of energy washing over her with her renewed spirits. Dry clothes! The girl hopped to her feet, seemingly oblivious to the weights on her. She grabbed a gi out of the box and started stripping down in front of the whole class. Clearly, she was not ashamed of her body.<br/><br/>That, and the rampant need for dry clothes, spurred her on. Besides, she'd already looked around. What was she going to do, crouch behind a bonsai tree? Yumi shrugged off her pack and it fell heavily to the ground next to her rod. Next she pulled off her jacket and finally, what the boys (and some ladies!) have been waiting for... her shoes!<br/><br/>No, wait. Damn.<br/><br/>Once her shoes were off she went for the tank top, exposing her ample chest. Geez, this girl was stacked. And wet. And glistening. Hey! Eyes on the teacher, fellas! The fisher girl cheerily undressed, unaware she was putting on some kind of strip show. Off went the wet clothes and on went the gi. She grinned happily and admired the soft, dry fabric. Now this is what school was all about! Kickass uniforms and martial arts training! She was going to be sorely disappointed when History class came rolling around.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Shizuru<br/><strong>For:</strong>Sparx, Heinrik<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Top<br/><br/>Shizuru briefly adjusted her shades, waited for eyes to pry away from any stripping students and cleared her throat, "No, you cannot get the marks removed. The marks wear off after a certain period of time. They should fade right around when class ends. You'll wear them for every class, so you'll get used to it. They are going to help you move and react faster, as well as become stronger. You'll even feel the effects when you leave here today. Now, no more complaining about the marks. Second issue," she moved on, "No, you cannot enter the forest. The yokai that reside in it will eat you alive. In most cases, literally. They will be your final exam, so trust me when I tell you not to go in. Of course, you're perfectly welcome to defy me and test the waters. Just don't expect to come back out in one piece, if you come back out at all."<br/><br/>The teacher took a seat in front of the students. She settled down, then carefully removed her shades and hooked them onto her shirt. Her golden gaze leveled across the class, she met the eyes of each student individually for a moment before moving on to the next. Then, she looked out over the garden and started to speak again, "The bamboo forest here technically doesn't exist. Not anymore. It's from my past. So while it does exist somewhere still, it's not THIS forest. THIS forest is ages old. It was ripped from my memories by the Dean and some of the other staff with magical ability. It was put here expressly because it's the perfect training ground. Where we're sitting right now is where I once trained with one of my old swordmasters. Everything that you see is as it was back in that time. He was a bit of a hermit and lived in the forest alone. His home still sits just inside the woods." She motioned off to the left, just off the path.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, hilltops are wonderful strategic locations. The country was embroiled in civil war, Warlords vying for dominance over insignificant plots of land here and there, only to lose them the next day to someone else. I had left to fetch the old man some supplies from the nearby village when it happened..." The demoness suddenly stopped, putting her shades back on. A slight smile crossed her lips and only for a second. "I'll continue the story another time. Perhaps tomorrow. For now, I'll move on." She stood again.<br/><br/>"As for Mr. Larsa, his duties will be to help keep you all in line. He will be partially responsible for you all. He will be a liaison between you and me. He will also help me lead the exercises and splitting you into teams. I expect you all to treat him with the same respect you give me. He will be held to a higher standard, of course, so he can serve as an example. I expect good things out of him. Raw strength isn't everything in this class. It's honor, discipline, willpower, and skill. Now, if there are no other questions, you are free for the next two hours. I'd recommend getting more exercise; starting tomorrow we'll be building your strength, speed, reaction time, and learning some basic fighting techniques. Do as you like for the remainder of class."