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In the large, dojo-like gymnasium, there was absolute silence. On small, padded cushions towards the back of the room, eager, yet frightened and tense eyes of freshmen, sophomores, and juniors alike sat watching the sparring circle. The tension in the room...it was thick enough to be sliced in half with only a whispered word, and it seemed as if the silence would never be broken. The referee; a teacher in padded gear, nodded his head once in affirmation, before nimbly leaping out of the circle with a whispered 'Hajime!'. In response, the silence was broken, and a loud battle-cry came from the padded, helmeted figure to the left; a brown-haired, feisty Senior that was completely sure that he would win against his one-sided rival, the popular, yet feared...Kurogane Hazekage. [i][b]"I'M GOING TO WOOP YOUR-"[/b][/i] His downward swing with the bokken was smoothly blocked, his opponent's bokken sliding along his edge before the owner dutifully stepped to the side and lashed out with a simple, cold kick, sending the boy careening out of the circle and into the wall with a resounding 'CRASH'.

Silence became tense once more.

The owner of the foot slowly rested the appendage onto the ground. Curiously enough, he did not wear the same padded, safe armor the other students wore. He was a boy of average height, give an inch or two, with long, silky, and tameably spiky red hair that went down to the middle of his back, a few feathery bangs going over intense crimson eyes. He had a pale, handsome face, complete with an aristocratically sloped nose, small, frowning lips, and an intense gaze that could slice the sun into two halves. He wore the standard school uniform, neat and prim, although his black blazer had an added, subtle...flare, with the words [i]'Discipline Commander'[/i] written, in Kanji, on the back, in red strokes of a brush. He opened his mouth slightly, and his voice, quiet and cold, carried across the room, despite it's low tone. "Kaizo...do you understand your mistake?" His eyes were staring straight towards the downed boy, whom was imprinted, rather comically, into the wall.

[i][b]"Y-yes...The fact that you're not out cold!"[/b][/i] And Kaizo was back up in an instant, sprinting across the wooden floor and attempting to spear Kurogane through with his dulled, wooden bokken. Once more, in fluid, smooth motions, Kurogane side-stepped and slightly pressed out his foot, sending the other boy sprawling through the air. In a flash, Kurogane was there, his hand out as he caught Kaizo by the face, showing intense amount of strength, especially for his lean, defined form. [b]"Wrong."[/b] A casual flick of the wrist, and the brown-haired boy was eating a mouth-full of wood once more, excuse the dirty term. [b]"You're too brash. Anyone else want to capitalize on his mistake?"[/b] Kurogane's eyes wandered over some of the people in the room, and his lips twitched once as his eyes caught the face of his sister, staring disinterested at the match. The other students were too afraid to answer. Pfft.

[b]"How about you, Miss Hazekage?"[/b] He actually did smirk - although it was too small to notice.