<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Raisho Hajimoto<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Ghast<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team Ghast<br/><br/>He inwardly felt somewhat sorry for those who didn't make the final cut, but also he felt glad for them for leaving. This school was for the elite, and that meant if you couldn't make it here, you wouldn't be able to make it in the real world against Grimm and opponents who didn't care if you lived or died; or more appropriately just wanted you dead. He'd rather someone have hurt feelings than be dead. His name hadn't been called with the ones who went home though, and while he was sure he'd passed, everyone would always have a tiny sliver of doubt; a piece of dread in the back of your mind that would make you nervous. No one was 100% sure of anything, especially when it came to something as important as this.<br/><br/>The Headmaster congratulated those who remained, then went on to call names for teams and give each team a name. Clay Dewclaw and Wild Marmet...interesting to say the least. Eight names called, and none of them his, and none of them he knew save Tamika. Some people might have been put off at not being picked just yet, but their were still plenty of people to be paired with. Being picked first wasn't necessarily the best, and instead what mattered was being paired with people you could build off of and work well with.<br/><br/>After the first two teams were formed, Vainamoinen called Erik, then Ruby, then Gwen...and finally himself; together they were Team Ghast.. He stood and walked up with the others, feeling pride swell inside him to not only be picked, but to fight together with friends from Dirge. It had taken 10 years, but they would avenge the friends and family they lost together. It was a start at least. After he gave them some encouraging words and talked to Erik, Raisho bowed slightly at the waist and pushed a fist against his palm in a sign of respect.<br/><br/>Team Ghast had history first, and while it wasn't the most exciting class, he knew you had to take the good with the bad. Heading back to his seat, he didn't smile on the outside, but he sure did on the inside. On the stage though, he couldn't help but notice the orange haired girl next to him. The way she seemed to react to Erik might make teamwork hard, but maybe he was just over-analyzing things?<br/><br/>After everyone had been assigned a team, it was time for history class, so he packed his things and left with his new team to learn from the past so they wouldn't be doomed to repeat it. On the way, Ruby found a conversation partner in Erik, and he just continued on his way. Until Gwen bumped her hip into him that is. He looked over at her when she did and saw a smile back on her face. She started talking to him, and he regarded her for a few moments wondering on whether to talk back.<br/><br/>But not only would it be rude to just ignore her, she was a teammate and they'd been friends before...or still were. A decade was a long time, were they still friends? " Ten years," he said as he spoke up, his voice surprisingly soft and quiet. Of course I remember you, Gwen. How could I forget the bright, bubbly girl with the orange hair who used to tease me about training all the time and would always try to get me to play with her instead of do just that?" Walking for a bit more, he allowed a rare and slight smile to crease his mask. "It's good to see you again."<br/>