[center]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/nyCOTFH.png[/img]
[h3][color=bc8dbf]Yashiro, Takeshi[/color][/h3]
[/center]

[hr]

As she went on about morality he sighed, True, blackmail was perhaps not the best thing to do, nor was it heroic. But something had to get her attention as she was a spoiled brat. She called his bluff, telling him to share it. Calling him a bully. But she seemed to be missing one little thing. 

Sighing. [color=bc8dbf]”You seem to be missing the key to blackmail. I wouldn’t say blackmail though, as it requires me to demand of money from you, or some monetary gain, It’s more making sure lies don’t spread. I have no intention in sharing this if you just heed my words. I’m not going to share it to just share it.  [/color] Looking at her directly, [color=bc8dbf] “I am not one to deliberately hurt a fellow student. Nor Do I want that false rumor to spread around. I am NOT a [i]Villain.[/i] [/color] His last Sentence was full hate and distaste for the word, he seemed adamant to distance himself from it. 

[color=bc8dbf] Though it would seem despite my explanation, it seemed that you already made your mind up. Hence why I took the video. The choice is yours really.  [/color] He added before looking to Roy. Who asked for the video and simply added, [color=bc8dbf] “No, Defeats the whole purpose if there is more than one copy I can’t keep an eye on. [/color]

He was surprised though that Roy was willing to just go back to the dorms and not to the nurses to deal with some serious wounds. The boy had Grit, and he respected that. The other boy who he fought also had some gashes but didn’t seem really fazed. Though he thought both were stupid for hurting themselves while training, He was pleased to see there were others similar to him. 

As he thought this, his left arm began to tremor slightly from the pain of the spiderweb of third degree burn on his arm, blisters quickly forming.  including the nerves still waking up from being paralyzed. While it should be taken care of, he deemed it worth to train yet once more on his ability to ignore the pain. Though clear for them too see because of his tank top, he made no indication that he was even thinking about it, or feeling it. 

Roy then mentioned to get some food, and he nodded in agreement as he gave a sidelength glance at Ezra. From what he could tell, he seemed very similar to The girl he just fought, with just his presence. His hardened eyes and features, along with his gait shared a more detailed than most would see. He saw one who didn’t live in the lap of luxury, like the blonde snotty girl behind him. Seeming to earn his place here. Sadly he didn’t see too much of his fight, so he couldn’t place if he had former training or not. But looking at Roy, it would seem he was formable. Perhaps this decision to move to 1-A was the right one.