It was the ending of the entrance ceremony and most of the students have already dispersed. Others were talking to each other about their interests and some were busy showing off their abilities. The higher ranking students had already disappeared, presumably to avoid the crowd or to begin training.

Nathan would have moved to training with the higher ranking students, staying away from the other students, as he would train on focusing his energies into his blades.

Harry walked around the school. He didnt feel like training just yet. He liked walking becausehe could watch the elements interact with one another. It always outstanded Harry the way the elements worked together so efficiently and quickly. To make such beautiful creations.

Yasuri was glad the ceremony was finally over, waste of good pratice time if you asked him. He quickly located a spot free of poeple and began pratice. He immediately pumped the gravity up to x2 making the weights stapped to his to his arms and legs almost painfully heavy, and began going through his sword forms. A normal human would barely be able to even lift his sword much less use it in any effective manner, but Yasuri gave off an sense of efortlessness with his powerful swings, whoosing through the empty air.

The ceremony had been duller than expected, which was incredible because Johann had been expecting it to be _dulllllllll_. A lot of talk about potential, a lot of talk about duty, and an endless lecture on the heroic warriors spirit that drove every true swordsperson to their greatest height. It was a great spiel for pumping up those that aspired to be blademasters. It didn't have the same effect on someone who dreamed of becoming, say, a one man band. He looked around the sunny courtyard they had been assembled in for the entrance ceremony and took note of all the giddy aspirants as they talked, mingled, and showed off their power. He was struck, not for the first time, with the feeling that he didn't belong here. That he was somehow taking something from these people with his lack of ambition. His parents had assured him that, no, this was totally the right place for a boy of his improbable talent and can do attitude should be even if he wasn't going to follow in the family business and be an international man of mystery, but there was always this feeling that they were having a go at him. Also this place didn't have a music program, and he wondered sickly if that might not have been the actual point. Still, no need to let a sour mood ruin this otherwise lovely day. He already knew where his room was and, in the absence of any official instruction, he whipped off the little cape his sister had bought and insisted he wear, found a nice shady spot by the wall, laid the cape down, sat, and relaxed.

Nathan moves quietly out of the training room, holding his swords down about waist height, before sheathing them as he meets the large crowd, beginning to push his way from the back, and toward the front, watching the sparring match, his arms crossing as he watches with anticipation. One of the higher ups grip Nathan, pulling him back and going in front of him, spluttering out "Stupid freshmen, Gotta learn your damn places."

Harry walked into the training grounds and spotted a huge crowd. He figured it was some high rank students sparring. So he walked around the crowd to get a better look. After he looked the faces he saw that it was rank 8 studenets. So he decided to watch the fight alittle longer before he starts his own training. Harry thought to himself _'Though I guess watching their techniques is a form of training in itself._

The bordum that defined his day was all Michael would wish would go away currently. It wasn't like a bad day, no, but it sure as hell made him wish that he'd never bothered to get out of bed this morning. The moment that the openning ceremony was over, Michael had promply run out of the area, avoiding most of the crowd due to his haste. His bed was calling him. However, as he was running towards his room, he'd managed to stumble across a dual or spar by the looks of the crowd. A fairly high level one as far as he could tell too. Now, Michael may be only a Rank 1, but that didn't make him *completely* ignorant to the existance of the Highest Ranks. He just didn't assossiate with them or anything. So, Michael decided that with how boring the rest of the day had been so far, that he'd go ahead and take a minute to watch this match.

Leo was heading outside too from the ceremony, he didn't have time to show off, nor did he have much to show off anyway. He would have other things to do than to train his skills for now, after all, that was what he was for here, so he could do that when there was someone to actually teach him in his way. Besides, he really needed to kick in his studies to communicate with people. He bumps into someone while heading towards his dorm room. He looks up and grunts."Sori(Sorry). Did not mean it." He passes by the person then and decides to pay more attention to his surroundings instead of his thoughts, at least until he got somewhere where he can't run into people. He soon arrives to the dorm, sits and picks up a book, opening it from the bookmark and frowning then deeply."Perkeleen kirjat...(Damn books)" he mutters to himself.

It felt good to be back at the academy again - even though most of the old faces had kinda disappeared from the crowd and new ones had taken their place. The academy itself hadn't changed at all, there was still the same feel to it - it felt like returning to a second home - like Hogwarts of sorts, or Xaviers school for Gifted Youngsters, or something like that. Janos had spent most of the ceremony curiously glancing around, making note of new faces and occasionally placing his hands to the pockets of his black jeans or adjusting his rather worn looking Metallica t-shirt. The ceremony itself was relatively interesting - at least to a certain degree, though some of the other people seemed to be bored out of their minds. After the ceremony Janos made his way to his room and changed the worn out t-shirt to a gray tank top and short sleeved red dress shirt that had a sort of a dragon emblem on the back - he felt the shirt was a bit hipster-y, but he liked it mostly because it made him stick out of the crowd like a sore thumb. He made sure his knives hung from his belt - both were situated on his left hip, hanging from the wide belt. Janos left his room and began more or less wandering around the academy in the hopes that he'd have a chance to chat with some of the new people or with some luck meet some of the old faces again.

Nathan would begin to disperse with the other students as the sparring ended, his arms crossed as he glanced around, he wasn't great with being in new schools, he would always be known as that Quiet Creepy kid, and noone would enjoy even chatting to him, He loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves, revealing his bracelets, he would care little, before he decided it was finally time he'd check his dorm. He moved through the somewhat narrow, filled corridors with his hands laid motionless on the hilts of his blade, he murmurs "I swear if we have room partners I will start sleeping outside.." He then opens the door, finding a room perfectly laid in for one, he then nods, the feint traces of a smile on his features, as he steps in, closing the door, and taking off his weaponry belt which would later be placed on the Storage Chest at the end of the bed.

Ah, the sounds of combat, how he had missed them. Janos smiled slightly as he made his way through the hallways to the training grounds. There he saw two students sparring - probably people of 7 or 8 ranks. In his opinion the higher ranking people had too high an opinion of themselves - they were really skilled, there was no doubt about it, but most of them were just so full of themselves. Still watching them fight was both good entertainment and the chance to learn a thing or two. As the match was going on Janos tried to put himself in the shoes of both parties - what would he do in their predicaments? How would he react to the coming attacks? He shook his head slightly and silently admitted to himself that he'd have to work hard to get as far as the two who were fighting as equals without the need to pull any punches. For a moment he took his eyes off from the high grade people to look around the group that had gathered to watch the fight. He didn't recognize any of the faces from the crowd. "So many new faces..."

Sitting in his little corner of the courtyard, Johann set himself down for some intense training. As he flicked his parrying dagger quietly in the corner, the notes of a well tuned guitar began to spill forth from them. He could replicate a few instruments with his dagger. Drawing the blade through the air in steady motions from side to side could replicate a violin nicely. Raising and lowering the blade produced different pitches. Adding a flick to the motion recreated the sound of a string being plucked. He got the most precision when playing a single instrument, but even if he finished the motion the "sound" would continue to sustain itself at the same rhythm, at least for several seconds. This was important. As the guitar continued to be plucked he turned his attention away from it, bringing down the dagger, flat side, on the air beside him. From that spot a drum played. You should probably start with a baseline first for a normal song, but percussion was easier than strings so it was best to leave it until after the others were up and running. All it took was a flat side strike, or several, to start it up, the power in the strike determining the type of percussion. He'd sat up one night after discovering this, hitting the air at varying strengths to get as many sound as possible. The only hard part was remembering which was which. At that point it was more or less a game of spinning plates, renewing a motion every few seconds when an instrument began to falter, adding variations to the movement to change up the sound so it wasn't just one note played over and over again. Soon he had a nice little tune going as he tuned everything out. But this wasn't enough. At this point he was only good enough to spin two plates, and Johann had his sights set on more. He wanted to be an orchestra.

The book Leo was reading was good enough for keeping his attention for about five and half minutes before it flew across the room. He glances around and frowns slightly then, there were three other beds in that room, he really had hoped for a room all to himself, but it had to do apparently. For now at least the room was empty, thus he did what any reasonable person would do, and piled his bags on the bed he chose for himself before heading outside."Lukea nyt voi myöhemminkin...(I can read later)" He mumbled and grinned, with any luck the rest of the room would be empty, and thus he'd really be able to study later on in all peace. He wandered around the place and made sure to get used to the layout. While at it he noticed rather colorful person in the middle of the people, his clothing was perfectly douchy, complete with a goddamn dragon in the back. He only lacked a tan and sunglasses for perfect look, Leo snorts."Kaiken maailman pellejä täälläkin...(Some clowns in here too)" There was a perk in being foreigner, people wouldn't be understand him. Heck, maybe some would think that he's hexing them and keep their distance too.

Eriella was watching the two students who were sparring with bright eyes, she was cheering and grinning for both competitors. Even though she wasn't that strong herself, she loved to watch fights and make a goal to be that strong one day, even if it takes years. Eriella curiously looked around the crowd as the two 8 ranked fought, noticing that they were all taller than her. She pouted and sighed, she was probably the shortest girl in the entire school _and most probably the weakest as well._ Then Eriella decided to get her own space and try to get some of the crowds attention, by yelling and waving her arms. She wanted to make sure that she could get at least one friend from the entrance ceremony, as they are all back home. She narrowed her eyes to see some stares at her, but no one came over so she sighed and put a hand on the back of her head. In that minute, an idea popped into Eriella's head, and she started to laugh, her hands on her hips. _They can't avoid a dragon can they?_ Eriella thought in her head, she then pulled out her knives which had dragons on the blades themselves, she lifted them up high as a green light shined down from the sky to her blades. **Creature Summoning! Dragon!"** Eriella yelled out as a dragon started to fly down from the sky, glowing green like an emerald. The dragon was mostly silver, and resembled a Chinese dragon. "Heh heh, let's see if I got any attention." Eriella said as she got on the back of the dragon's neck, a smile on her face.

Yasuri finished his quick training and headed over to the fight only to see a massive dragon appear and a very short girl and the back of it. "Heya girly, looking for a fight up there, or just wanted to see something for once?" he said with a confident grin on his face.

Janos' concentration was broken by someone speaking finnish, he turned on his heel and noticed a big fellow - at the very least a head taller than himself. "No mitäs helvettiä, toinen suomalainen?" He took a step towards the taller fellow and smirked "Jos sulla on ongelma meikäläisen kannssa niin eiköhän aleta myllyttää saman tien?" It had to be said that Janos sounded quite confident despite staring up at the other fellow.

"Hm? Oh this is my way for find a friend mister, even if I have to fight!" Eriella grinned happily herself, she had to have a friend, no _she needed to have a friend._ Her dragon was quite large, even for her. "Are you challenging her?" The dragon asked the male, he had a very mature male voice, his name is Zorralth.

Just as Harry decidednhe had seen enough of the fight for now. A huge green and silver dragon appeared. There was a short girl on the neck and a guy who walked over to talk to the girl. Harry was interested about the dragon so he decided to bite as well. He walked over saying "Well if this isnt a magnificent creature I dont know what one would look like. I'm Harry by the way. Nice to meet you."