Pablo was walking to the campus, a smile on his face as the night's cold hadn't faded yet. The past five months had been hectic, academics, weapons training, and other forms of physical exercise. He loved it.

Not that he was blind to the academy's darker side now, though; the frequent fights, the attempts of the Director to restore order, and the sheer chaos that came from having so many students who were partly convinced that they were the dregs of the worldwide network of Noble Arms. It also didn't help that after this, after all this training is done, there was a high chance that Pablo would have to do a military career if he can't find a way to fund his' being a wandering hero.

His train of thought was interrupted by his' witnessing the fight; apparently, two of the students were manifesting Noble Arms during a classroom scuffle! Well, not on his watch. Fast-walking over to where the two were about to fight, Pablo drew his own Noble Arm and manifested, from seeds planted on his back, wings of leaves:

"No trying to kill each other!" And with that, two rainbow-colored wings manifested from the 16-year old's back alongside the shield.

"And don't tell me to buzz off, either, this campus doesn't need any dead bodies." If both combatants turned against him, he'd just block their attacks; he had hope today, they did not.