A scolding from the teacher was more or less what Kazuya had expected out of arriving late. Their demon-hunting demon teacher, Sen-sensei, was certainly a lot angrier than he had anticipated, but that was likely due to the fact he wasn't the only later person. Before he could pull out his kind-of-not-really bullshit excuse about kendo club, a hooded fellow, human by the looks of it, decided to pose a question regarding a fact that was probably controversial. Especially due to the make-up of their class.

A short 'heated debate' soon ensued, each side bringing up points, a part-demon attempting to stop all the ruckus and momentarily succeeding, before the human spoke up again, talking about his motivation of vengeance. The teacher then proceeded to talk about her own wish for revenge, and it seemed they all came to an understanding. Happy-ish endings for everyone!

"Alright. Suppose I'll get up then," Kazuya shrugged, stretching a bit before heading up to the front with his sword bag hanging from his shoulder. "Yo, Kazuya Mikazuki here," he gave a smile and a curt wave to the rest of the class, before continuing in that relaxed, polite-sounding tone of his, "Don't bother wasting your time on honorifics or formalities or anything like that, I really don't mind. I'm 100% human and gunning for the Knight-class of meister. Let's all work together and do our best!"

Strangely enough, though his tone, expression, and mannerisms gave off the air of 'pleasant and courteous young fellow', there was just something distinctly off about the look in his eyes... Not that any but the most perceptive would have time to dwell on it, as soon after he was done he headed back to his seat.

"well i guess its my turn isn't it?" helix said as he calmed himself and stood up "my name is Helix and as you can see i am part demon" he said and sat down and started fidgeting in his chair uncomfortable with the recent tension still around then pulled a 4in x 2cm x 2cm metal stick and started chewing on it relaxing a little

Jeffery listened to each and every introduction given, however if you looked at him you would almost think he was asleep. In reality, however, he was thinking, playing the whole argument in his head over and over. He never truly forgave himself for that fight but it seems the teacher did, either that or she is just hiding rage. This is one fight Jeffery will remember his entire life, but only as a regret. He was also getting a feel for his classroom and classmates, trying to see how much he offended them so he knew who to apologize to privately.

Asuna hadn't been paying attention to the others introducing themselves, although she couldn't help but but bawl her fist at the conversation between Jeffery and Sen. Thinking about what he said brought back memories, ones she would've liked to forget. She had always been hated and looked down on because of her lineage especially after the crap her older sister had done. ((sorry I can't think of a back story right now))

Mitsu looks at Jeffery after slowly putting her head up and fixing her cap, and she smiles softly. She then looks at everyone else and hops up and down a little in her seat, excited for what's to come in this class.

Mitsu looks at Jeffery after slowly putting her head up and fixing her cap, and she smiles softly. She then looks at everyone else and hops up and down a little in her seat, excited for what's to come in this class.

Kazuya glanced around the classroom, looking over the other members of his class. They all had such interesting faces. It almost made up for the fact that there were less than 10 people even present. You'd think a school where you learn how to fight demons and use weapons would be more popular. But then again it took a certain kind of person to even know about the cram school's existence in the first place. He yawned and leaned into his seat.

"Hey man, you alright there?" he asked, smiling laxly as he whispered to the student behind him, Jeffrey.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm just studying, mainly the people, seeing how much I offended them , finding out who to avoid, and most of all how much to apologize. I regret starting that argument in the first place now." He was anxious to get class started so that he could leave it faster and get away from the tension.

Kazuya chuckled. "Amen to that," he empathized, giving subtle nod, "Certainly seems like a good use of class time - s'not as if we were doing any learning anyway. Hell, I was doing the same myself just now." He gave out a long exhale and let the silence sit in for a few moments, letting himself stew in his thoughts. "...why do you regret it?" he asked, actually turning to face Jeffery this time.

Jeffery is surprised yet again, that was the last thing he was expecting to hear. "I never thought about that, why do I regret it?" He thought for a moment, "because of my actions and thinking of how much they hurt people, I can't bear hurting people, emotionally or physically, if they don't deserve it. To think I always thought demons did deserve it, I never even knew there was something as part demon. This class changed my philosophy about demons on the first day."

The two siblings looked at each other, mainly from hearing their teacher and one student arguing. Hearing their reasons for being here brought up some bad memories. Growing up, Misako used to be bullied for having a demon older brother as well with her family used to be hunted down by both demons and humans. Humans, because their mother being a fox demon and demons...well for the same reason, though slightly different. They wanted their mother, and brother, because a Kitsune could be powerful depending on the number of tails they had. Their mother, Yuri, had eight tails and was soon going to gain her ninth one.

'Jason, my sweetheart and mate, take our children and go. Keep them safe from harm.'

'Mommy! Mommy no! Mooomy! 'Momma!

"M-Misako..Misako we're next. Please, snap out of it." Misako blinked her eyes after Kiyoshi was trying to get her back to reality, after seeing how his sister was acting. 'She must've remembered what happened when we were kids', he thought. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he whipped her face and stood up. "Hello all, my name is Kiyoshi and this is my sister Misako. She is not part demon, but I am. I hope we can get along with everyone well", he said, then sat back down and wrapped an arm around Misako's shoulders. "There there sister...the same thing won't happen again. That's why we came here', he said softly.

"Well, that's probably a good thing from a teaching standpoint, learning a new lesson 'n' all," Kazuya nodded, "But you didn't really answer my question. Why regret it? All you've explained is that you're not a fan of hurting people. I can understand that, but why regret it?" He paused, putting his hands behind his head and leaning against them. "Look, people get hurt everyday whether its your fault or not. A bit cynical of me, but it's true," he explained nonchalantly, brow furrowing slightly before he continued, "Look. Someone once told me if you regret something, that just means you didn't think it was worth it - it was all just a waste of time. But was it really? Think about that for me."

"Hmm, I guess you're right but I don't have an answer to why I regret it," Jeffery leaned back a little bit and noticed the two siblings. 'There's one apology I'm going to have to get out of the way later,' he thought to himself, noting how the girl reacted after the argument. Jeffery turns back to Kazuya and asked, "did I just get put in the class with almost every part demon student or something?'

Aaron yawned as he got up from the floor of the classroom, and glanced around. He notice that he had been in a classroom with students, and was quite amazed on how they didn't notice him. He sighed as he rustled his hair around, before he got up and sat on the desk next to him hoping the class wouldn't notice his very awkward entrance into this room. He sighed as he looked at the students and he could feel something 'strange' about them but he kept himself quite as he looked at the teacher, knowing that she was one of the more... 'stranger' exorcist. He just waved at the teacher with false flattery before he laid his head down onto the desk.

Sen looked towards Aaron. He realy thought he could get away with putting his head in his desk instead of introducing himself. Geez. Sen walked over to Aaron.
"Introduce yourself instead of relaxing. You can relax after," she told him.

"B-b-but...." He said with puppy eyes to try and dissuade her, but he knew it was useless and sighed as he got up and looked at the class room before he smiled awkwardly noting on how strange it felt inside this class room but pushed it aside as he coughed.

"Ahem, My name is Aaron, a pleasure to meet you all? I hope we'll get to know each other." He said, not caring if anyone was looking at him when he said that, as he fell back into his seat and laid his head down miserably. "You know I dont do well with people..." He said that silently to Sen

Sen, who didn't need to bend down to whisper in his ear, quietly told him, "And you know that you have to be a good little exorcist and suck it up. And don't go thinking your all high and mighty compared to the other students just because your already an exorcist, or I will give you a nice haircut."

"Ugh you and your threats, they never get old" he said as he laid his head down before he peeked over his arms with just his eyes "What are you are you going to teach the kids today?" He asked curiously as it wouldn't hurt much to pratice on old skills, he could be rusty. But, in reality. He just wanted to see what these kids could do

" dunno,but I want to see what they can do. I might just give them foam swords and have them spar." She told him. She turned and addressed the class.
" Alright everyone. Please proceed to move all desks to the edge of the class room. And I need two volunteers. " she hardly even used please. She quickly went and grabbed two foam swords, putting them on the floor next to her.

"Swords huh? I'll volunteer, I survived in New York with a knife I can handle sparring with foam swords." Jeffery got up and took off his jacket which had a black short-sleeve shirt under it, he had both of his scars revealed now, "hand me a foam sword."