[u][center][h1]Takenori Ryuunosuke[/h1][/center][/u]
Ryuunosuke ran as quickly as his legs could take him. As predicted, his wounds were fully recovered by the time he had returned home, and after swiping the notes he made a beeline straight back to the academy. His estimation of thirty-minutes was on point, more or less, and while he was moving fast enough to be looked at with wonder, he was still slow enough that no-one would immediately suspect anything supernatural. That being said, if he passed by anyone with acute sensory capabilities it would be obvious he was pumping ki through his body to speed him up slightly.

He stopped in front of the school, having hardly broken a sweat despite the speed and distance that he had just run. Immediately, students loitering at the gates stepped away from him. Those he walked by wouldn't even dare meet his eyes. It was the usual treatment. He did, after all, have an admittedly accurate reputation as a delinquent, and his appearance didn't exactly endear himself to others. Moreover, while it was well known that he wouldn't pick a fight with weaklings, or actively bully other students, what had happened to those people that he [i]did[/i] fight was well known, if not slightly exaggerated.

It was not uncommon, after all, for some overconfident [i]genius[/i] to challenge him to a fight. Such a thing occurred every once-in-a-while, with the challenger most often being someone who was new around the area and had no idea who he was asides his reputation, or someone who'd gone and gotten cocky after having a few victories under his name, and while he didn't start fights with weaklings, he would gladly end one with an idiot. Unfortunately for his opponents, once Ryuunosuke got started, he didn't stop easily. 

Against mundane people it was true that Ryuunosuke limited himself, fighting with nothing more than his battle-forged body and inborn instincts, however, that did not mean he held back. On the contrary, it didn't matter who his opponent was - whether they be unfortunate delinquents or a passing [i]yakuza[/i], Ryuunosuke treated them all the same, and word of what he'd done to them circulated around town with surprising alacrity. Some were inclined to disbelieve them, but for the normal student, they felt it best not to take any chances. It was easy to be intimidate by him, after all.

He passed through the corridors of the school practically unhindered. Not even teachers were willing to bump into him if they could help it . . . well, most of them anyway. Eventually, he reached the other side of the school, at the very end of the building, where the club he was supposed to deliver the documents for [i]sensei[/i] was located.

Just outside of said room, a shabby looking girl with messy black hair loitered about, gaming device in hand. Ryuunosuke took a moment to note that, strangely enough, the girl smelled of alcohol.

Huh. This was the Animal Appreciation Club right? What the hell was a girl like this doing here? She looked like someone who'd rather be out stealing pocket money or glaring down any poor sucker that looked at her funny.

Anyway, on to business. "Oi, angel-face, this the Animal Appreciation Club? I got some documents that need signing, pronto. . ." He approached the girl to hand her the documents, before pausing just as he was right in front of her. 

There was something weird with the girls circulation of [i]chakra[/i]. It was moving in areas that didn't seem to exist - it felt as though she had an extra pair of ears and a tail, despite nothing being visible to the naked eye. Not to mention . . .

The girl was damn strong. A lot stronger than your run-of-the mill thug. Hell, she was on par with a moderately strong devil, if the vibes he felt coming off her were any indication.

Ryuunosuke suddenly broke into a huge grin, his expression absolutely feral. His blood-thirsty nature suddenly came to the forefront as he was presented with an opportunity for what he would deem an extremely satisfactory opponent.

"Heh-he, to think that someone like you was hidin' right here at school. I need to stop cuttin' classes," he remarked to himself derisively. "Say, what's a devil like you doin' at a school like this?" A reckless question, but Ryuunosuke was hardly someone who cared about such things like subtly. The sooner the girl knew that he knew what she was, then the sooner he could get a fight out of her. Maybe. She might be one of those pacifistic types, despite her looks, which would suck massively.