It had been a long time coming. By now, the presence of the Heroines was a common, if still very mysterious, sight. He had seen Shell a few times since he was deemed fully recovered, and had smiled to her brightly and talked for the few minutes she could spare before returning to the ever flowing numbers of injured students.<br/><br/>Aside from his checkups, he was left largely to his own devices, the guards made aware of his wanderings, and making sure he did not stray in to the training areas.<br/><br/>It was a very quiet few weeks with only Shell and, rarely, the Headmistress to talk to. He was not allowed any contact with the training Heroines here. That is, until today.<br/><br/>The morning was a blur. The sun had barely risen over the thick jungles that surrounded the Academy when the muscle-bound woman forced him awake and had him unceremoniously trudging to his first day of training with two other women.<br/><br/><em>'My Buddy?'</em>he asked to the voice of the Headmistress, but received no reply.<br/><br/>The resulting bubbly voice caught him off guard as he stared blearily at the source of the voice.<br/><br/>"Uhm... morning," he managed, shaking his head and clearing his eyes. "I mean, good morning, miss." This was his first meeting with a true trainee, and he wanted to make a good first impression. Even in grieving, of his entire family, he felt a warmth in his cheeks as he looked at the blond haired girl, looking more like a woman. She was very alluring.<br/><br/>His attention on her, he almost forgot about the other girl, who had looked as disheveled as he did, walking on his other side.