<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, Siren and Sparx and Shizuru specifically, Yumi mentioned<br/><strong>Where:</strong>sparring rings, transitioning to  The Trail<br/><br/>"I did, Siren." He answered, short and to the point, and as emotionless as ever; yet, he spoke in what was intended to be a polite way. The wink either went unnoticed, or he simply didn't care about it one way or the other.<br/><br/>Seemingly ignored by the geek, he would just turn around and start walking off.  Bunching up a bit of his cloak in his hand, he'd wipe some sweat from his forehead with it. "I've got some survival advice. Spend less time tinkering, and more time honing your body." Again, there's no hostility, no malice intended. Just simple, blunt advice.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Henrik would begin to walk towards the Trail that led to Shizuru's area. His pace was brisk, but unhurried. His time spent in the forest was not spent gawking or slowing down for anything. Even as he transitioned into the foggy bamboo forest, the only thing that changed was that he rested his hand on the grip of his sheathed sword, and kept walking forward.<br/><br/>Though the mist could contain dangers, he knew that this was a part of the campus, and would be safe. That wasn't the only thing that led to him being stalwart and stoic about the whole thing, though; that was his natural disposition, firstly, and secondly, he was paying close attention to his surroundings. Henrik was very vigilant; and the blessings of the sword amplified that.<br/><br/>When Yumi gets shocked, he would finally stop, and turn his attention back towards her. She didn't seem to be seriously injured, though, and because the situation did not seem serious, he didn't bother to help her or ask if she was alright; he thought that would be demeaning.<br/><br/>Then, his attention shifted to Shizuru and he listened to her. Earlier in the day, he found her seriousness quite attractive, though not in the sexual way. He approved of that, and felt she would be a good teacher; not just for him, but everybody else.<br/><br/>He would watch her apply the paint to one student, and tilt his head to the side. Even before she had fully left, he was moving straight towards the paint; no hesitation, no worry. This was a trial he would overcome. He applied the symbol to each of his limbs, starting with the ankles; and since he was expecting it, he manages to not fall over, even as he feels like his limbs have become lead.<br/><br/>Once he had the marks on all of his limbs, he would begin the sluggish slog up the path. It was difficult, yes; but he had neither time nor energy to waste in complaining about it, or trying to mitigate the pain and stress of the magic markings. One foot in front of the other, steadily he moved onward.<br/><br/>Henrik was, as far as humans go, in possession of a high constitution; somewhere likely close to the human maximum potential. Chances are, his strength of mind, strength of body, and desire to win would combine and result in his being the first of the students to reach the end.