Another white haired man had entered the scene, albeit, his demeanor overall was more friendly and inviting, a very stark contrast to the one Kurohime called [i]Master[/i], but just about as obscure and enigmatic as he.  So she was here to train it seemed, become stronger, but for what?  Her prowess with a katana was adequate at most, however, she didn't think this school was one for teaching the deadly arts.  No...all these others, these children...they had something in common with Kurohime, but exactly what remained a mystery.

There was one, a red headed boy, spry and witty.  One moment he was with the crowd and the next...he was gone, abruptly returning yet again.  The mere spectacle baffled the dark haired girl.  [i]Why am I here?[/i]  She pondered.  Nevertheless, she held her blade close to her and made her way through the crowd.  She just wanted to go to her room, a place quiet...away from all these people.

In her haste to get away however, she accidentally shoulder checked a pink haired girl in the crowd.  She didn't stop though to give an immediate apology.  Instead, she kept walking.