Elbritas sighed.
"I didn't say you shouldn't know who he is. The thing is, that sword won't tell you anything, nor can I. The only person who knew who he was and what he was like would be Headmaster. The sword, however, is not your birthright. Nor should it have been. He chose to leave it here, and he told his wife he did so. It wasn't 'lost' as you claim, technically the sword doesn't belong to anyone, except in this room." He let go of Rinna and walked back over to his desk, pulling out a small key and ruffling through a few papers. He looked up as he pulled out the letter he was looking for.
"Ah, Madison. Sorry for letting you see such an odd scene, but as you can see I'm dealing with an obstinate brat that feels far more entitled than she is." He handed the letter to Rinna. "Urufu himself wrote this letter. He must have had some wisdom since he knew this was going to happen." The letter reads:
If you're reading this, that means you're either the new fire teacher or one of my descendants who's being a little fucking shit. If the former; congratulations! Welcome to teaching snot-nosed little shits with tempers and egos bigger than their brains. If the latter; I can only assume you've tried to harass the teacher for something. In which case: quiet down you little asshole! My possessions don't automatically become my next of kin's just because I died. "Ohhh but great great grandaddy Urufu, I can feel it's presence, [insert item here] belongs to me! I need it!" Just... stop. You feel it BECAUSE it was mine, chances are you still have a scrap of my essence within you no matter how watered down it becomes. It's going to resonate with you. Gonna have to accept that and move on. And since I have a feeling this has to do with my sword, I've got a bit of news for you. The sword was left there for future generations of The Academy to learn from. You can do a lot with the essence of a powerful item, and this is no exception. The idea of being able to feel the differences in all the fire teachers past and present seemed like an interesting concept to me, so I started the little tradition of leaving your weapon after you leave the school. If you have any questions, talk to the Headmaster. The old fart'll know what's up, so stop being a shitstain and smarten up.
For the Fury of the Flame,
Urufu Kasai.
He sat down, motioning for Madison to do the same. As he saw her finish reading the letter, he spoke up.
"Does that answer your questions? Because there's no more answers to be found here, so I'd appreciate it if you take the letter and leave."