As per usual for the two Headmasters, they were inspecting the abyssal thorns that were placed around the grounds to ensure power was properly distrubuted and that there were no core errors that would cause issues. As they were inspecting one it started to pulse oddly. "...Old friend, what do you make of this?" He asked Kano.
Kano felt it before he saw it. A burning wind that hinted at memories long past. Not as old as the two masters but still from many generations ago. Though it was a familiar sensation it was not instantly recognizable. Turning to inspect on of the twisted black nails sticking out from the roof of their arranged meeting spot, a central hub for many similar black thorns. Like a spiral of angry red it had creeped up one such nail and began giving off a soft radiance.
"It's not from either of us. That much I'm certain of."
Kano leaned in and touched the thorn lightly, its sharp pin point cutting into his form without resistance. A flash of scorching wind exploded in a soft poof and forced him to retract his hand. Curious effect, and entirely unusual. It was as if something was influencing it.. A force beyond his recognition. As he examined the thorn, its radiance grew. After mere minutes every single thorn had the same hissing red light and the sensation of agitated wind swirling about them now.
"Do you hear that?" Kano said over the increasing rush of wind. It had been subtle. A low rumble in the back of his soul. "It.. sounded like a wolf."
Headmaster came closer to the thorn and placed a hand to it, a sure of energies past jolting his hand. Withdrawing quickly and shaking his hand to try and rid it of the sensation, he noticed the energies swirling a bit more. "That was... indeed a wolf's howl." He put a hand to his mouth in pondering. "It doesn't seem as if this is causing any harm to us or to the chain of thorns, but more of... a warning? But what could it possibly be warning us against?"
As if almost to answer his question, a red bolt shot out from the thorn at the tome belted to his waist, almost knocking Headmaster over with the force. He planted his feet firmly and looked at Kano. "That was... odd." Just as he finished his sentence, the tome started to vibrate furiously, as if almost to shake itself free of the chains and fly off in search of something.
"You don't think this could possibly mean...." He trailed off as he turned to Kano with a gaunt look in his eyes.
"The generations past call to their memories.."
Nothing like this had ever happened in the past. Latent energies often carried memories with them, to those that knew how to look, and it was not unusual for either of the two masters to remember the imprint upon it. This was a new kind of experience.
Fire and wind.. The thorns.. The tome..
"The Kasai family heir is on the school ground!"
The moment he said Kasai it was over. A flash of powerful flame and wind converged in a twister, its burning cyclone caught the wind to spiral through the air mimmicing the cry of a wolf and disappeared, the glow on the thorns with it.
Kano stood on silence. For the first time in years the water master was stunned and rendered speechless.
Headmaster was rendered just as speechless. He looked agape at the thorn. "But... they've not been around in ages. I thought they would have all married out or been dead by now." He cleared his throat and stood up straight. "Not that I'm complaining, of course..." He started to walk out of the housing that held the thorn. "We may as well go find them before they start causing trouble, as the Kasais are wont to do." He gestured to Kano to follow him. "Where do you think we should start?"
"The cafeteria. You go, I'll stay here.. Keep an eye on the thorns."
He grabbed Kano by the arm and began to drag him. "Nonsense my friend! It is our duty as Headmasters to greet all new students together with a warm welcome!" He laughed heartily as he continued to drag the resisting Kano.
Try as he might, there was no getting out. Kano was trapped and he knew it.
"Lets just get this over with.."
The headmasters entered the cafeteria shortly after to witness Gus picking up two of the students, one of them quite clearly the Kasai child due to the tonfas belted to her waist. "Good to see family tradition never stops, what with the troublemaking on the first day of school. Kasai child, might I ask your name?" He said smiling at the girl.
