[center][h3]Kenshi[/h3][/center]

"Good job hime-sama. I'm sure this will go swimmingly." Kenshi's voice was well mixed with sarcasm and his own frustration, "You're just as crazy as ever."

THe silver-haired boy picked up the megaphone from the class rep and walked up on to the stage with his kendo bokkun slung over his shoulder. A few quick strides and he stood atop the box, the megaphone rising to his mouth. Some of the younger students where puzzled over the fact that Kenshi was carrying a woodnen sword, some thought he wanted to be a certain silver haired samurai, his hair already fit well with it. But in reality, He had a responsibility to actually act like a student council member, unlike Sakura who was so aloof, she honestly looked like a better fit in one of the older animes he watched.

"ATTENTION!" Kenshi's voice boomed like a military commander's, almost to the point of the president's voice, "Students of Yamaku, my name is Hayabusa Kenshi. I am your Student Disciplinary Chairman and have authority over you second to only Sakura-sama. I would like to remind you to stay vilgilant to the rules as they will be enforced. If you have any personal doubts, come find me and I will ensure you will follow them one way or the other."

Kenshi brushed away his bangs and adjusted his eyepatch as he stabbed the tip of his bokkun into the box under him, "As a general reminders: do not run in the hall way or you will be running suicides, do not leave trash lying about or you will be cleaning up the entire school's trash alone, do not wear obscene clothing as you will be forced to wear the "Sweater of Shame" if you do."

Kenshi pointed his sword to a moldy old brown sweater that was clearly past its prime by a good three centuries and a half with a label that said "I will not wear perverse clothing". Loudly hammering the box with his sword, he got everyone's attention and resumed talking,

"Do not fight on school grounds since your next fight will be with me personally and I promise I prefer not to injury and of you more than many of you already are. ANd lastly, I hope that we can all have a good year together and you all stay out of trouble, for your own sake."

With that, the stern boy slung his sword once more over his shoulder and tossed the megaphone to another class rep. Just like Sakura, he probably made some enemies in that and was expecting some hot head to try and best him later. At least he'd get some easy experience out of it should it actually arise. When a good deal of your body is plastic and metal, beating down flesh isn't exactly too much of a challenge.

"I'll be in the dojo is anyone needs me. I should be in the office in a hour or so." Kenshi waved behind him without turning his head, he had no need for trivial mannerism at this point, he just need more practice.