Ramon faced the people who took pleasure from his humiliation and smiled. While yes, he was embarrassed, he also doubted anyone in the room with him could've done better. The Dean's last comment made him chuckle. THAT was the kind of challenge Ramon was looking for, one that would really push him to the breaking point. The thought of that wiped all thoughts of embarrassment from his mind and flooded them with positive thoughts of new skills, better ways to fight, and ever improving Ramon. There was always something he was going to learn, and it might as well be how to reap the souls of the dead. The combat powers also seemed like it'd be a formitable challenge to master, and he was lookin forward to it. Finally, he spoke.
"I'm not really embarrassed, no, I'm excited. Bedsides, could you guys have done better? I'm not going to take a few hundred years to learn these, oh no. It's going to be just a few years, even if I have to train 24/7 I'll beat him before I gruaduate. This is going to be awesome, what do you think?"
As he said this, Ramon scanned the room, he was looking for anyone there who might have any other fighting experience. The evidence if martial arts presided in the look of seines eyes, and their body positioning. Loose, but always ready. There was only one person he could really pick out. Shiro, the girl who had laughed at his loss. There was nothing but cruelty in her eyes and lust for the pain of others. Ramon did not like her, and he knew she wouldn't like him.