It felt and out of place that suddenly his classmates were appearing to him in a more friendly manner. Maybe it was because they could naturally sense his uneasiness or maybe because they too were asking the same questions as he. His eyes smiled, but his face remained mostly monotone. He clenched his hands and burrowed them deeper in his pockets. His hard, animalstic claw like nails poked at his skin which was a rather awkward sensation in the palm of his hand. Yoite wanted to respond, but he didn't. Leaving his mouth open for long periods of time as if he were going to say something, but closing as if he retracted the very thought.<br/><br/>He continued just watching the students, soon many of them were being to calm down and the old man was only watching them. But why. Yoite studied the old man, when the whistling began. He wondered if anyone else could feel the air becoming thick as the whistling echoed within him. Suddenly the old man released a few attacks onto the students. Blocking the shurikan that came towards the group, he frowned slightly. He should be more prepared for these kinds of things and he wasn't. He almost slipped as the ground moved from underneath him, but he found his way out in a rather awkward way. He watched the rest of the group, but kept some of his attention on the sanin.<br/><br/>Something about this didn't feel right. It felt cold and robotic. He knew he could sense something else, but he needed to focus a bit. He needed to clear his head, which wasn't clear at all right now. He needed to focus. Taking his hands out of his pocket and unclenching his hands, he needed to find his bearing. He needed to regroup with the others. He knew how to do this in practice. But textbook never meant the same as living battle. As what was demonstrated before.