Wakefield stood at the far stern of the of the boat watching the familiar landscape of the islands of Custine pass on the horizon. He could hear the crowd of new students marveling at the incredible structure of Furiel Academy coming into view. Wakefield had surveyed the property before, years ago, before he started his long journey away. He had needed to go and see what the rest of the world outside the confines of his true form. So he wandered for years around distant places, but always with Custine in his heart. The Wakefield family of humans had lived here since before he, the family heirloom, had been purchased. However, ever since the Wakefields in one way or another had dedicated their lives to the betterment of Custine. To not think of this country as his own homeland then would have been a betrayal of the family that had given him life.

But still, Wakefield had a near insatiable curiousity about the world and needed to go and experience for himself. So he traveled, and now he was back, back to learn about his own abilities and powers. And if anyone had a problem with him being without a User than they could deal with it. He was here solely to become more powerful, not to find a useless user. 

He traveled up the ship as they docked towards the other students. One human boy holding a SG in the shape of a white scythe pushed past in effort to get to the gate faster. He frowned in annoyance at the departing shape and then followed the pair past the gates and into the Academy.