[center][color=f26522][h1]Ty Varen[/h1][/color][/center]

Ty nodded in approval when Eris called him by just his first name, albeit reluctantly. He always found it weird how all the rich families at this school referred to each other by their last names. He had seven brothers. They couldn't all be Lord Varen, could they? And that didn't even count his cousins on his Uncles' side, which all would share the name Lord Varen. Well, there was only one Ty, and that's what he went by. [color=f26522]"Mmm, I guess I should try not to lose my temper like that,"[/color] he said when Eris clarified her points. [color=f26522]"Angry fights aren't fun like a friendly scrap is."[/color] Since the subject came up, he was pretty close to offering Eris a light spar to test out their magic, but she seemed to have a bigger target. 

As good-looking as the Seven were, Ty had never once considered them potential romantic partners. Not because he disliked them in any way. For the most part they seemed like decent people. But, a hunter doesn't date his mark. And if he did end up falling for one of them, how would he be able to fight them when he needed to? Surely someone as smart as Eris wouldn't make that mistake. [color=f26522]"Heh, no worries. I'll introduce you to the club another time. Go get her!"[/color] He gave Eris an encouraging pat on her shoulder before letting her go pursue glory. He'd definitely have to grab a spectator's spot for the duel. 

But, the cooking club called to him once again. [b]"Come on Ty, we need you to attract new members,"[/b] one member said. [b]"Yeah, everybody's watching the martial artists fight. Put on a show!"[/b] [color=f26522]"Welllll..."[/color] Ty rubbed the back of his head and looked away, feigning a moment of modesty. [color=f26522]"I guess I can't neglect my obligations to my sworn brethren."[/color] He darted over to the stand and was eagerly welcomed behind it. The other students were passing them by, treating them like any other food stall. Most didn't even realize that it was something they could join. But, Ty was here to change all that. One of the members tied a headband across his eyes, waving his hand a few times in front of Ty's face to make sure he couldn't see. A couple of passerby muttered. [b]"They doing a blind taste test or something?"[/b] Then they put a knife in Ty's hand. 

Ty took a deep breath and called out to the crowds with all the volume his lungs could muster. [color=f26522]"SHOW'S ABOUT TO BEGIIIIIIIIINNNNN!"[/color] Ty channeled his mana and activated his Sixth Sense. He still couldn't see. The headband was tied properly and everything was pitch black, but the knife he held, its weight, its balance, its relative position to the rest of his body, it all became more clear. He knew there was a bag next to him. He had seen it before and could gauge the distance. With no hesitation, he reached in with his left hand. He recognized the texture instantly. A carrot. He slammed it down on the cutting board and ran his finger along it once to gauge its length. Then he chopped. Rapid, precise chops that diced the carrot into tiny pieces, perfect for a soup. The chops came dangerously close to his fingers, but he knew where they were and he knew where the knife was. An unwanted collision was impossible. 

The carrot was chopped, then he set his left hand down on the cutting board. His fingers were not spread very far apart, but still he brought the point of knife down between each of them. He navigated the spaces between his fingers with rapid stabs, eliciting some gasps from the audience. Even knife specialists wouldn't attempt something like this blindfolded. And yet, he was unscathed. He reached back into the bag. A tomato. Perfect slices. Another lap across his hand. Another vegetable, another lap. After a dozen runs, he finally set the knife down and took a bow, enjoying the applause. He relaxed his mana flow and gave the crowd a thumbs up, still blindfolded. [color=f26522]"If you guys enjoyed the show, consider joining the cooking club. Especially first years. We've gotta teach the next generation how to eat!"[/color] With the blindfold on, though, he had no idea whose attention he might catch.