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Karada slowly began to fix his disheveled appearance, slipping on his shirt and jacket, and then finishing with the tie that hung loosely around his neck. He still hadn't showered, but he did so pretty late the day before, so maybe noone would notice. Soon everyone gathered, congregating around the impressive man in front of them... Well, everyone except the blond guy and harpoon boy. Those two seemed to still remain in their rooms, which Karada didn't know would be possible in this extreme sound - they couldn't possibly be that heavy of sleepers, could they? Instead, Karada noticed that, out of the two shorties, Rikkawas far less prepared - her clothes were a mess, she was missing a shoe, and her tie wasn't even on... It honestly looked like she was trying to look like a delinquent, but forgot delinquents had shoes... and weren't that short.

A flash of movement took Karada by surprise as Lorken shot out, slamming his fist into Kaz's stomach. It seemed like he was holding back, but still, the intent and technique were still there. This sudden punch reminded Karada of his own wound - he ignored it when he jumped out of bed this morning, but it was lightly throbbing with pain, alerting him to it's presence. Karada was so preoccupied with this feeling, he barely even noticed Lorken talk about the broken painting, but quickly snapp3ed his attention forwards when he heard his own name.

[color=ed1c24]"Karada and Gankona. The mess in my fucking kitchen. Nobody bothered to pick up after themselves before retiring, leaving the scene without any effort on your parts to right the wrong. Congratulations on becoming the new house janitors."[/color]

Karada successfully managed to catch one of the rooms thrown his way, but the bucket soared, hitting him squarely in the injured leg. Karada had a slight intake of breath, but did his best to mask the pain on his face. He couldn't show weakness. Instead, he chose to focus on the house janitor part - why the hell were they the janitors? He understood the punishment part, but wasn't the beard guy supposed to have a job around here? Unless his sole job is driver, which is useless considering every student lives on campus. 

[color=ed1c24]"You want to disrespect your roles as heroes that's fine. But I'll be long dead and buried before I let half-idiots like the two of you ruin my sanctuary."[/color]

Karada normally would have given a glare for a comment like that, but he instead chose to remain perfectly still, ready to activate his quirk at a moments notice. Nobody calls him a bad hero - nobody. The scene almost would have been tense, had Karada not been practically standing on 1 foot and holding a broom in both hands.

[color=ed1c24]"Gankona and Karada, you will be cleaning up the broken wood and blood from yesterdays initiation. Don't expect any help or any food until the job is done right. Kazuto, for spraying a classmate with bug spray you are going to assist them. I expect the walls of my gymnasium to sparkle, and the back lawn to be cut. Push mower is in the back shed. As for Rikka, you will be dealing with every mirror and window on the property. I expect this all done before the practical combat training this afternoon. Dismissed."[/color]

Karada immediately picked up the bucket at his feet, leaving the mop and other brooms for Gank to collect. After collecting them, he started to move, heading for the way upstairs. The second he made it to the gymnasium, he planned on immediatly starting the cleaning process. He sure as hell didn't want to be the guy mowing - he already hadn't showered, so he didn't want to stink very badly... While walking, Karada did wonder - how would the others do? Gank seemed like the type to get bored very quickly, and Kaz was short so he would have difficulties reaching the walls pf the gym, even with a step ladder... But in all seriousness, Karada didn't know enough about Kaz to make a good judgement. Hopefully, he was like Karada, who spent hours every day doing disciplined training alone. Karada knew if he could handle that with relative ease, this would be simple... Well, except for reaching the high walls and cleaning the smell of sweat out of everything... and the blood. He knew that blood stained like a bitch, especially since he took a look at his ruined dress pants.