And time flowed once again.

Kyogi's head was throbbing, a piercing pain stabbing through it from one end to the other. The mental flashback wasn't a joke; it felt like all the pain that had come to his body had been bottling up in one tiny part of the brain, which then exploded into a gory mess as soon as Kyogi regained his true form again. He took a few sharp breaths, trying to get his bearings back on the situation. His actual pose didn't change however, as he still stood as calm and composed as before. He couldn't let Kuro see what the effects of that battle had done to him, although it seemed like the other man had it worse. He had stumbled back, a mix of shock and awe evident on their face... as well as fear. Useful fear, but Kyogi had best not push his luck.

[color=a187be]"You're... you're not normal, boy..."[/color]

The man had begun a monologue and Kyogi listened only half-heartedly. He continued to stare the man down, making sure to have an imposing figure that this infiltrator wouldn't dare think to lash out against again. From the snippets Kyogi cared to remember, this man said something about his [b]classmates[/b], how these battles would [b]change[/b] Kyogi and that he should watch out for the [b]'clumsy' one[/b]. Before the boy had any time to ask what this all meant the man had already dashed off, tossing a card on Kyogi's desk in what he assumed to be a diversion. The boy didn't have any intention of chasing after the figure as his fatigue was still settling in. He picked up the card from the desk and inspected it, finding it to be the Glacier Shield that gave him quite a bit of trouble in that fight. How ironic that his Mars deck would now have a card weak to that element...

Kyogi pocketed the card and began to think about what the man meant, standing there with his index finger covering his lips. He knew that his classmates had rings like his, he had seen them on Uematsu, Zeger and even Fujita, even though the latter kept trying to hide the object. Not that Kyogi blamed the poor soul, but he found that having it on had its own little perks. The tingle in his finger would alarm him to another ring-bearer's presence, which had clued him in to Fujita's ring to begin with. Speaking of the buzzing, he still felt it, indicating that someone was still nearby. He had a feeling who it was too and looked towards the entryway as another figure stepped forward. Kyogi made sure to smile as the person walked in, trying to make them feel comfortable.

[color=yellow]"You did well,"[/color] Yamada congratulated Kyogi as she entered the room.
[color=c5c1b9]"Ah, Yamada-san! So you came to help after all... thank you, I feel much safer knowing that you were looking out for me."[/color]

It wasn't a total lie, Kyogi thought. He did feel safer in knowing he had a backup lying in wait, but he wouldn't really care if it had been anyone other than Yamada. The 4th year's class rep just seemed like the safest option at the time he approached her and that hunch turned out to be correct. Kyogi needed to be careful with his words, however... Yamada was one contact he did not want to upset. She was going to be a very useful ally, as she just proved.

[color=yellow]"Do you know why he came after you?"[/color] Yamada asked Kyogi and he shook his head in response.
[color=c5c1b9]"No, unfortunately... although I may have a hunch that it's because of our little trinkets,"[/color]

Kyogi lifted up his right hand, showing the ring to Yamada. Then, he continued.

[color=c5c1b9]"However, that man- ah, his name was Kuro-san before I forget- did give me one warning. He said our classmates would be coming for us. There was something about a clumsy one, too... was he perhaps talking about one of your classmates, Yamada-san?"[/color] Kyogi asked inquisitively, looking the younger student in the eyes as he did.

[color=c5c1b9]"Ah, I'm sorry. It is rude of me to suspect your classmates. I just hope we can continue to keep each other safe, now that we know about these battles..."[/color]

Kyogi gave a short bow and a polite smile to Yamada as he apologized, hoping to lure her into a sense of comfort.