[center][h2][color=bc8dbf]Garuda Pacifier[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Garuda did have a small gesture of inviting Shamir to the dueling arena, to measure this young prince's ability as a warrior, a prince and a defender, but it appeared that he just wasn't interested, or misinterpreted his message. In either cases, Garuda did spend the rest of his day in the arena ring, practicing and honing his art of fighting. But he was unsatisfied...

None other that day had the intention to duel him. [hr]
[i]peck peck peck[/i]

[color=bc8dbf]"Hm..."[/color]

Has some fool tried to break into his room?

[i]peck peck peck peck[/i]

Garuda winced his eyebrows while his eyelids still perfectly shut as the pick onto his forehead got more and more disturbing. What the hell is going on? It felt as if he was being picked on the head...by some sort of bird. He could not tell very clearly, since several of his senses was still offline, lingered in the world of illusions and dreams. The sign was a clear awakening to his consciousness, and his first reflexes was to open his eyes, widely and clearly at the source of disturbance. It was indeed a bird.

[color=bc8dbf]"Isn't this a pleasure, to be visited by such a creature."[/color] Garuda quietly muttered, as he leaned closely to the bird. [color=bc8dbf]"Tell me little one, what are you here for?"[/color]

The bird said nothing in return. Instead, he dropped a certain note onto the bed Garuda was lying on. Garuda took the paper and gently unroll it.

[color=bc8dbf]"Hmmm...."[/color]

Destructive arts master huh...

Just as he would expect. His magical expertise wasn't really destructive, but at the least, it was in the relative magical tree. Sure, it wasn't what his empire would be pleased with, but would one rather defend his empire against threats until they finally cripple him, or would he preemptively head out and pull out the root of the weeds before it could grow? A warrior must be not be dormant. He must actively sought for a reason to battle, and to maintain his awareness high, his senses sharp, and his power strong, both physically and mentally. And that was what Garuda desired to enhance in this course. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Report in 3 hours."[/color] 

Well, he had plenty of time, so why hurry? 

Casually lifting himself out of bed, Garuda took a quick shower, donned the powerful yet elegant suit of his, with his books and notes in hand, and headed out to the classroom.