Jak tried to stay focused on the lesson, but her attention was torn away when she thought she saw red outside the window. She'd been looking outside to see what was going on when the teacher loudly announced a new student from America had shown up. That sounded pretty cool, being from America and Japan too. He even knew Japanese too. She almost felt bad for him when he was forced to sit next to Cyril. She smiled encouragingly at the pair, trying to cheer up Daisuke and not anger Cyril. Then again, Cyril managed to get angry at the drop of a hat. He never let it out, but it was the way his face moved when he spoke. It was like he was holding back what he really wanted to say.

She tried to scribble down some more notes, but she was back on her footing. Maybe if she moved left first instead and tried to train her left hand like her right... that would mix it up for long enough to find something new. Maybe she should fight closer to her combatants, try and restrict their movements. No, in martial arts that would only end badly. She had to be careful. She put down her pencil and used her arms as a pillow to wait for lunch which was hours away. If she could glare at the clock and make it tick faster she would. RIght now the loud second hand was like a silent punishment, a reminder of the warm day sitting outside if she could just reach it.

Maybe she could figure out a way to make Daisuke sit next to her. It just didn't seem fair to sit the newest student next to the grumpiest. Why was she worried about this anyway? She had more important things to worry about. Namely, the test that would be coming up soon and she still hadn't studied. Also, she had to worry about the recent practices. They'd been awful lately. Maybe she could ask someone for an opinion on how she should fight.

She wished she had her bat, just to swing around like a sword and pretend to brandish it against her opponents. Maybe then she'd feel better.