The magi with the sword evaded his question, causing Hayato to tilt his head to one side with a quizzical look. But, saying that he'd have to report them, the other boy headed for the doors.

"Whoa wait, I don't think a report's really necess--" Too late. Hayato sighed. The Cleric agreed with him, and as "she" began to cast her spell he tried to relax and let the magic do its job. There was a slight pop as the damaged veins and muscle began to knit themselves back together, and the bruises began to fade underneath his shirt. 

"Man, that's a lot better!" He smiled in relief and stood straighter, flexing his now fixed arms. "Thanks, uh...sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Hayato, nice to meet you."

Hazel had her own bit to say about the boy who had left, but Hayato just shook his head. "Magical Research Society, huh? Maybe the sword's part of something they're working on?" He scratched his chin with a grin. "Anyway, thanks for the offer, Hazel. I'd be grateful if you'd show me the ropes! I'll try not to be a burden."