Aqutanama felt like his point was well received as he leaned back in his chair. A weight seemingly lifted from his ancient shoulders as he finally relaxed a little bit. There was a light sound of someone walking towards the group. A small man but looked more like a young teen more than anything walked into the room wearing a mostly blue robe? Well, it seemed like a robe but was more akin to the Japanese robe known as a yukata or Kimino. He had short spiky platinum blue hair and had a folder under one arm. 

“Class will begin in a half hour.” He said with a somewhat boyish voice. It seemed that he was still getting past puberty. He then turned his back and didn't seem to care who or what was in the room. Either arrogant or ignorant it didn't make a difference. He cared nothing for the power in the room or what it meant to him. 

Aqutanama couldn't hold back the small smile on his face at the young man as he looked at the rest of the people there. He was probably one of the youngest in the room but held almost as much raw power and refinement as Thanalog. Aqutanama looked around the table taking a final swig of his drink and excused himself. 

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The classroom was a strange one. There were no tables in it or chairs for that matter. It was empty or so it seemed. In the center of the room the light blue haired boy sat as if meditating. He didn't move or even look alive, for all they knew he was dead.