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Citrine nodded. "Yup! But the move really drained a lot out of me. It'll probably be my last resort until I can master it." She said looking at the circles of smoke. @National
 
Osen nods as he stands up, smoke encasing his body. "You are strong, I can tell you that. This school might not be so boring after all." He says as he takes a large final puff, filling the entire room. After the smoke clears, Osen is gone. @Aero
 
Citrine blinked and looked around the clinc. "Man that is cool!" She said chuckling as she laid back down on the bed closing her eyes. She never fell asleep she was just resting her eyes on the bed. 'So I know Discharge now! Wait until my friends know!' She thought smiling.
 
Nick got to the gym and nothing was happening he was wondering what the fight that he heard. Was the battle done are did he imagine it .
 
Osen walks back into the gym, and he sits up in the bleachers, smoke pouring out of his pipe. He takes another massive hit, and let's it all out, covering a portion of the bleachers.
 
Nick then saw a someone then his view was blocked by smoke.


 
At first he thought it was smokescreen but he thought it was not that because it covered the half of the bleachers so he went closer to investigate it.
 
The smoke cleared, and Osen sits there, his pipe hanging out of his mouth lazily as he takes several small puffs.
 
Citrine opened her eyes once she was refreshed from resting. She stood up and stretched her arms up in the air. Citrine thanked the nurse before walking out of the office with her usual big grin. While walking through the halls she ran into Scout. "Oops sorry!" She said rubbing the back of her head. Scout shook his head and smiled. He pulled out a notebook and wrote down that he was sorry. The two started talking/writing.
 
Snivy walks in and, seeing the mud-covered ring, exclaims while throwing his arms in the air, "Come on! Did I seriously just miss a battle? I was outside training!" Snivy takes a seat... away from the dirty mess that is the smoke.
 
Osen nods and he inhales. All the smoke goes into his lungs, and Osen breathes back out, no smoke coming out of his mouth. "That's better. People need to see what they're doing." Osen looks at the mud covered ring. "Thank Arceus I don't need to clean up my own mess." He says as he puts away his pipe. @fma fan @ferociousfeind
 
Snivy can't take it anymore. He angrily grunts and gets up, and uses leaf tornado to clean the mud, then pulls out a little bottle full of dirty leaves, and directs the tornado into there, "A little trick I learned as the 'gym mess cleaner' at my old school."
 
"M hmm," Snivy distractedly says while stuffing a few clean leaves into the bottle to compress the other leaves, and pops the lid on, "This," he gestures with the bottle, "This is my kindling."
 
"So do you want to battle are does a battle have to be commissioned by a teacher" he asked?
 
Osen nods. "Usually, it does have to be commisoned by a teacher. Lucky for you, I saw Mr. King down the hallway. I think he might come to the gym." He says.


Mr. King opens the door of the gym and steps inside. He looks at all the lively students, and he smiled. "How nice. What a great show of enthusiasm." Mr. King sits in one of the reserved teacher bleachers and watches the ongoing battles.
 
"A battle is supposed to be supervised, but I guess some people don't care about how angry they get the headmaster." Snivy glares at that battle-worn Croagunk.
 
Osen waves a slip around. "I was given permission by the front office. Maybe you should get all your facts before you open your mouth." Osen smiles as he puts away the slip and pulls our his pipe. He grabs a few herbs and fills up the pipe. He lights up fire punch and ignites the herbs, taking a few small puffs.


 
Mr. King grabs the microphone. "Next two battlers, please go to arena 4. Next two battlers to arena 4."
 
"Mr. King was here for my battle, but arguing with a snooty child isn't my style." Osen blows a puff of smoke into snivys face.


Mr. King shuffles some papers as he looks at arena 4. "Start on my mark" Mr. King says into the mic
 

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