[center][h1][color=purple]Kazama Ushio[/color][/h1][/center]

The students entered the room one by one, each either trying to make a good first impression or not caring whether or not they did. The first one to enter seemed to wear the mien of a punk with pride. He cocked an eyebrow as he used his desk as a footrest. If this were his History class he would have reprimanded him and told him to sit properly, but his academic integrity had waned by the end of the day and he frankly didn't care how his students sat. Let the kids be comfortable, yeah? 

As the next couple of girls entered the room, he could already see storm clouds a-brewing. Order and Chaos, coalesced into human form, neither of them shy about sharing their feelings for one another. That was all well and good, but why... [i]why[/i] were they sitting next to each other!? [i][color=92278f]Thank god for limiters,[/color][/i] he thought, wondering if he should separate the two. Eh, maybe they just needed to blow off some steam, and a good hunt was just what the doctor ordered. 

He was ripped out of his musings by the clattering of the mop hitting the floor. Oh my, the poor kid. He could tell from his accent that he was from the country, and anyone could tell at a glance that he was in over his head. He couldn't help but chuckle at how deeply apologetic Soga was for missing his first class. Well, the kid had just moved in, so it was understandable that he would be running behind and disorganized. As long as he didn't make skipping class a habit, Kazama saw no reason to get on the poor boy's case. He clearly had enough to worry about. 

One by one, the next students entered, and then something struck him. Kids these days were freakin' polite. He remembered hunter kids being rowdy gremlins, fitting in better with the delinquents than any other clique. After all, a life of fighting youkai makes one see how frivolous things like bowing and courtesy are in the grand scheme of things. But, at least it meant he wouldn't have to break his back reeling these kids in. 

Once it looked like everyone was here, Kazama cleared his throat. [color=92278f]"Alright everyone, let's get this meeting started. As you guys seem to already know, I'm Kazama Ushio. I've read your files, so I think I've got your names and faces down as well. I hate all those routine introductions, anyway, so let's just jump into things, yeah? First thing's first, though, I'm not anyone's master, so please, [i]please,[/i] don't call me that."[/color] He gave a quick glance at Soga. It was less of a reprimand and more of a plea. It was hard enough being a teacher. Being called "master" was just way more responsibility than he was prepared to take on. [color=92278f]"With that said, though, I am here to help you kids along in your hunting. I'll teach you guys about whatever youkai decide to cause trouble, I'll help you practice chopping off heads and stuff, and if you want life advice, have at me."[/color] 

Kazama leaned back in his hair and chuckled before taking a deep breath. [color=92278f]"Now, I'm expecting this to be a busy year for us. Youkai activity has been spiking and they've redistributed hunters to key areas. Lot's of complicated stuff that you guys don't really need to worry about yet. What you do need to know, is that Ayabukuro is gonna need you."[/color] He pulled out a manilla envelope from his bag and set it down on his desk, taking out some papers and fanning through them. [color=92278f]"Who here likes bakekonchu? They're starting an unauthorized hive in the woods. The last report was at least eight confirmed youkai, five of which are not registered with the hunters. I'm sure you know the song and dance by now. Won't disband, won't cooperate, same old nonsense."[/color] He let out a sigh and spread the papers out on the desk. [color=92278f]"You want info, it's all right here..."[/color] He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and smiled. [color=92278f]"Instead of introductions, how about you kids show me how you hunt."[/color]