<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 Members<br/><br/><br/>He'd trained for this. All of his life he'd trained for this so he was as prepared as possible for the tests when and how they came. The written portion made him restless as he felt much more confident out in the field, putting his skills to real world use, but he wrote down his answers carefully and thought them all through. He didn't think much on that portion when it was finished, and instead went right into the next. Everything they asked for, he'd done growing up. If not in training with is father, or his uncle, or his grandfather, than in training on his own, or when they ran from the wolves at Dirge. It was boring, but necessary to know if you wanted to survive here. It wasn't a nice climate here in Eis, but it made you strong if you didn't let it conquer you. Also, as he'd grown up here, even if he hadn't been fully prepared, it was impossible to not know the basics like names of plants and things of that nature.<br/><br/>The entire time leading up to the combat trials, his muscles had been tense, like a trap ready to be sprung. But once they unleashed the beowolves, he got to unleash what he'd been holding back. Beowolves strength lied in their numbers. He knew this personally as they'd overrun Dirge in a day, but a few were no challenge. He didn't even bother with his weapons for the first few, simply using fists and feet to put them down. But then he drew the blades of "Silent Strike".<br/><br/>One after another they fell with body parts missing as his form vanished, then reappeared. When he was finished, one final wolf weakly raised it's head from the floor, and then yelled one final time as it's head was separated from it's shoulders. He knew that these were only a taste, and the real challenge was ahead. And that made him giddy inside. A battle with Armina, and one of the toughest he'd ever had. She was like a monster unleashed, and she was so good he remained on the defensive end for a majority of the fight, simply avoiding, blocking, and redirecting what blows he could. He wasn't strong enough to outright beat her; that was clear to him before they even started.<br/><br/>The one good thing was that her continued assault meant she let her guard down ever so slightly because it seemed like all Rai would do was defend, and he got a few good hits in himself before the fight was over. One of the best fights<em>ever</em>in his opinion. Pushing himself against a vastly superior opponent and not being absolutely decimated...there was something in that that made him smile on the inside. He'd look forward to every fight with her from now on. Next was the physical exam, and T was a strange woman, but he complied with her requests. Stripping when she asked except when she pointed to his face.<br/><br/>"The mask stays." He did the stretches and felt good as his muscles loosened after a hard fight, and when she asked about his eyes, he told her what he told everyone else. He didn't know aside from knowing they were tied to the scar on his face. When he left, he joined the others in the cafeteria and welcomed the smell of the food. He'd become very good at eating with his mask on and only took bites when no one was looking his way. He'd considered eating up in the rafters, but there was no doubt someone would look up then, maybe even try and join him.<br/><br/>He didn't say anything to anyone, even Erik and the few others he recognized from Dirge. No one had been accepted yet, so what was the use in talking when they might go home the next day? When the day was over, they were all put together and left to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor. This was much more comfortable than sleeping with nothing out in the woods, so he easily found his eyes getting heavy. When the bell rang, his eyes shot open and he sat up, ready for another day. Breakfast was delicious, and this time he did take his seat up in the rafters. He was too hungry to wait for people to not notice him. When he was finished, he fell silently to the floor, then joined the others for the announcements. He found a seat and crossed his legs, holding his thumbs to his forefingers. Meditation would help clear his mind before things got started. When Erik caught his eye, he nodded at him, then turned his head back. They'd have a chance to talk later.