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[i][b]“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.” [/b][/i]

Kurogane's voice was silent as he whispered these words, eyes narrowed and bright as he absorbed this specific piece of literature wonder deep within the roots of his brain. Sun Tzu was correct; Not knowing the enemy would only hurt himself, but knowing both the enemy and himself...it would only allow him victory, where defeat was predictable. Not for the first time, Kurogane mentally wondered what Sun Tzu was like; what would it have been like if the genius tactician had been his father, rather than the arrogant, yet powerful man that lorded over the Hazekage clan. He dully heard the sound of the metal door squeaking open, to the roof, and with a raised eyebrow, Kurogane marked his page and closed the book, just in time to see the appearance of Reiko and her eccentric introduction. It was rather amusing; he'd give her that. While he would only give others a cold look and a dismissive wave, Reiko was something of a...friend, dare he say? And she was one of the few that received a Hazekage Smirk; limited edition, and the cause of many a wet dream from weaker-willed females.

[i][b]"Reiko,"[/b][/i] He nodded, although his right eye twitched at the mention of their Clan Head. About to reply with a disgusted tone, he was, once more, cut off by the door opening once more; although, this time, it was much quieter. A rather..feminine-looking young man walked onto the roof. Sharp eyes noted his facial description, and a name entered his mine; Yagyu. Paneru Yagyu, from Class 1-B. He had remembered seeing the other, younger boy in the halls, and although interested at first from his appearance, he had quickly realized that the boy was one of the few genuine students at this school; and when you earned Kurogane's interest, you didn't lose it until you did something unfathomable. He caught the boy's blush, and while this would have tipped him off onto anyone else, he merely frowned slightly and listened; as long as he didn't touch Megumi, then he wouldn't be taught a lesson. Once the boy was finished, Kurogane nodded and stood, leaving his bokken and bookbag leaning beside his sister. [b]"Understood."[/b] He replied, voice calm and cool despite the warning signs in his head. Hopefully it was a simple sprain; a student getting injured, and he was so close to the source?

Kurogane briskly exited the roof, entering the staircase. The cold wind blew his black and crimson Disciplinary blazer backwards slightly, the sleeves flapping gently in the wind.