<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Yumi Urashima<br/><strong>For:</strong>Van, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Top<br/><br/>Yumi sweatdropped, "My name isn't 'sexy'.." she cleared her throat, "It's Yumi, by the way, but thank you. My weapon is the Umigen Rod!" The girl announced, holding the 'weapon' aloft and brandished it in a heroic manner while striking a pose. "Passed down from generation to generation in the Urashima family, this legendary weapon was once used by my great great great grandfather to save a princess! In return, she enchanted it and it has been used to dish out<strong>JUSTICE</strong>ever since!"<br/><br/>She was certainly proud, you had to give her that much. Her fighting style, too, looked to match her flashy, upbeat attitude. Her moves wasted a lot of energy and it looked like everything was designed for maximum showmanship. It was kind of like watching a ribbon dance. If the ribbon was razor sharp and could carve your face off, of course. It's doubtful that that's how Yumi's great grandfather fought with it, so she must've made the style her own at some point in time. Judging from all the splinters littering the floor though, it was effective.<br/><br/><br/><br/><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's cold gaze flicked over to Sparkx. "Mr. Larsa, your classmates seem to be getting injured. Perhaps next time you should caution them against training with real weapons. If you are unable to watch over your classmates as you are supposed to, I can find someone else for the position of Class Lead," she said. The demoness pulled herself away from the support she'd been leaning against and made her way to the center of the grassy hilltop.<br/><br/>"Mr. Raubriter, if you are so spoiling for a fight, you might as well spar with me since you seem intent on injuring your fellow students. I'd rather not have my entire class in the infirmary on the first day." The demoness stood casually, lifting up her left hand and summoning - not her sword - but, in fact, a little ochoko full of sake. She lifted it to her lips, took a little sip of the rice wine inside and let out a little relaxed sigh. Lowering the small cup, she stood and waiting for him. She didn't seem to be getting ready for a fight at all. If anything, she looked like she was about ready to sit down in the grass and get drunk. Was there more to her relaxed demeanor, or was she just not taking him seriously? Perhaps a bit of both. As a teacher and a thousands of years old demoness, it seemed a small chance that Heinrik would be able to best her, but Shizuru also didn't seem the type to underestimate anyone, no matter who she was fighting. So what was her game? Perhaps it was part of some kind of test. Either way, Heinrik had an opponent.