[h2]Ryousei Aoyama[/h2]

"Yeah, you're probably right," Ryousei said shrugging, "But I don't really feel like hacking a fellow student to bits, you know what I'm saying?"

Ryousei rolled his neck, before demanifesting Terremoto.

"Listen, you seem like a nice guy," Ryousei said, "But I could grant your wish. You want a sharp blade?"

This time, he summoned Pergélisol, fully sharpened, and pointed it at the boy's chest.

"Here you are, then. Happy?"

[@Western Robot]