Shinichi laughed as he threw the final punch knocking over another freshmen. "Geez you guys are so weak!" The head of the club growled as he watched Shinichi remove his head gear. He was hurrying to get out of the everything and into his normal clothes so he could go to the clubhouse. "Hey, where are you going?!" The karate club president was furious. His plan to get Shinichi to join had failed. Though it had succeeded in wasting quite a bit of time and making the young man late to get to his master's side. 

"Shuddup! I'm sick of these little tricks." The young man roared, his right hand clutching his side. In the last attacked he'd managed to deal some damage to the enemy, but he still walked away with two broken ribs, a sore shoulder and a lot more bruised than he was comfortable with. This little Karate club ambush didn't help his situation. And he couldn't very well back down. 

"Next time just fight me yourself!" Shinichi shouted before running out, throwing his bag over his shoulder gripping it in his left hand. He didn't have very much time to waste. However, it didn't matter. Even without his usual overt traversing of the school building he could get there rather quickly. Soon he was running from the main building to the religious research club building and entering. "Master Lorenzo!" He shouted cheerfully, taking a breath. He was in pain, of course, but he could ignore that. He could get over it. 

"And you too Queenie. It's good to see you both." He was usually the type to keep a cheerful attitude if ever possible. Somebody had too. Besides it wasn't like he was just sitting idly by. He would work harder in his own time since the attack than ever. He had to. Even the night of the attack he had begun. Then he saw Zeke. "Oh. And um..." He paused. Good why didn't he pay more attention. This is why people thought he was an idiot. Had he met Zeke? Maybe he had. Wasn't like he actually remembered right now.