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Fantasy Surnaturel Academy

Silla's eyes widened at the stadium, "Wow," she mumbled to herself, "this is pretty intense." she looked around taking in her surroundings as she walked up the stadium stands and found a good seat in the middle, near Yoh, that allowed her to see everywhere. She started to get anxious, she didn't really want to go first, because honestly, invisibility wasn't going to hold up too well against most of the people at this school.
 
Cas looked at the stands and decided to sit by another male in the middle row. The airplane followed him to his seat and continued to circle his head. He turned to the boy. "How are you doing?" He asked with a smile.
 
Yumi instinctively wrapped her hand around her pet rock as she entered the stadium, looking around and not paying attention to whom she sat near.


"This place is really big; I thought we'd just go to a gymnasium." she told Peter. She pulled out her schedule, and looked at the class title.


"I hope we do well. This must be like... some kind of judo class, or something." she told him.
 
Peter simply stood still as Yumi wrapped her hand around him. Finally, moving. The one thing you are truly useful for. Peter thought to himself. He listened on as she discussed how large the class-room was. Peter did not know what to feel, but felt that it was a waste of money. Especially if you had a good gravel formation below the foundation. Peter knew that this class, if it was a judo course, would be highly amusing to watch. All he had to do was bide his time.
 
Yoh looked to his left to see the guy he wanted to crush the most sitting next to him. Yoh could only smirked pretty soon he'd get to have a fight with this guy and not get in trouble for it. "I'm doing fine." he replied- Yoh tapped Silla on the shoulder to let her know he's close.


The teacher began to speak and all the murmurs and chatters instantly silenced. "I'm Mr. X welcome to Abilities and Defense, the name of the class already let's you know what you're going to be learning here. But since it's the first day of class I have to examine your fighting capabilites in a real combat situation. So we're going to jump right into to this. So when I call your name, you'll be teleported down here with your opponent. Do your best and don't die in the process." He called the name of two random students and he teleported off the field to the announcer box in the build into the north wall. The two students began fighting.


Yoh simply watched waiting for his own turn.
 
Cas watched the fight and mentally made comments on all their mistakes. "They seem to have no past experience in fighting." He shook his head. "No proper training, right?" He laughed and continued to watch the clumsy fight.
 
The polished, metallic surface of the bleachers rippled and bulged, an arm of the bench's silvery tint emerging from the surface before regaining its color, revealing pure white skin and a striped sleeve. It was followed shortly by another arm, at which point the disembodied appendages grabbed the edge of the bench and hauled up a small french girl, still apparently halfway embedded in the metal.


She fished out a pack of cigarettes from somewhere within the bench, retrieved one, and placed it between her lips. She looked around and waved to a boy about two seats down with spiky red hair and attitude to spare (Yoh), miming a lighter and tapping her cigarette.
 
Masako and Kael walked down to the stadium, both taking a seat a distance away from everybody else. They watched the fight go down without interest; at least, Masako didn't have any interest in it. The two of them highly expected to be picked to fight each other, and they honestly were hoping to fight each other. Masako didn't want to fight and hurt anybody, so she would go with the easy approach of giving up in a fight without contact against her brother, and Kael would prefer to fight Masako because he didn't want to see Masako saddened by hurting other people.
 
Peter simply scoffed at the biological organisms desires for conflict against each other. They truly were nothing compared to the superior race that was the rock. He moved onto pondering about how well the Mongrel would fare, if called up for this. Would provide an interesting show, probably a lot of crying would be involved. Oh these pitiful individuals, trying to win bouts against each other. Truly a boring display. Peter mused to himself contemplating upon a subject matter more worth his time, such as pondering upon geological formations.


Oh shifting of tectonic plates, how many interesting things you cause. Peter waxed on, clearly enjoying that train of thought. He then began to think of other matters.
 
Yoh didn't find what he thinks he saw weird as it's what he expects being the kind of life he lives, But it did keep his eyes of the several fights of students. He created a small flame and flicked it to light the cigarette after understanding the gesture. "Those are bad for your health you know." He said to the mime.


Then Mr. X called "Yoh Homra and Castiel Mannors." Yoh found her himself standing in the center of the stadium. He looked around to see the stands and the students in them. He spotted the teacher in the announcer box. Then he spotted his opponent, Yoh smirked and said "Now I have you." He surrounded himself with a red aura of chi.


Mr. X announced "Fight!"
 
Cas looked around and finally at Yoh. "I'm fighting you?" He shrugged and called upon the power of the Aether. A blue energy surrounded Yoh and dispersed, removing his red aura. "I can manipulate Auras, my friend." He laughed.
 
"I can do the same you know, naturally since it's my own I'll always over power yours thanks to my Indomitable Will." Yoh said as his aura returned. "But it makes no sense to do so in such a way." Yoh clearly questioned the actions of his foe. "Anyway I felt it in your last move and saw it in your tattoo, you use Trinity Force meaning I know you can do much more. The thing is so can I. Would you like to see it? Or do you want to work yout gradually up there? Choice is yours."
 
Cas shrugged. "I can't do much actually." He turned and faced the announcer's box. "I surrender!" He shouted. "I'm too weak for him." He was hiding his true abilities, for he didn't care for people to know what he could do. He began to walk back towards the stands. He waved behind him. "You're too strong for me, man. I can't compete."
 
Silla sat a loser closer to the edge of the bench as the this fight was one that she really wanted to see. She let a little breath out, she was excited to see this fight and she new it would go on for a long time, both of them were skilled. This would also give her perfect time to see what everyone's abilities were.
 
"That's odd." Yumi said to Peter.


"They're just kinda.... talking. This is a sparring match, right?" she asked.


"I thought they'd do something flashier. Like... wrestling, or- wait. That one gave up." she observed, tilting her head. She was disappointed someone would just surrender like that, recalling how her mother gushed about her father's can-do attitude.
 
"..." Peter of course said nothing, after all he could not communicate. Peter was highly annoyed the biological organisms didn't smack each other around, perhaps to the point of bleeding. That would've made something entertaining. But no, they entered, and essentially left after a few pieces of dialogue. Peter then began to think of more interesting matters, again drifting back to the world of rock formations.
 
Charlotte puffed on her cigarette, unimpressed with the sixty-second pissing contest she just watched. She eyed the combatants lazily as they returned to their seats; hopefully the next matchup would be more interesting. Or maybe they would just measure each contestant's dick and award a victory based on that. After all, she thought, it would be pretty much the same thing, but slightly faster.
 
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"Why you.... I know that's false, the teacher probably knows it too." Yoh said. He then sighed "You know what fine give up then. Maybe he'll give me a new opponent." Mr. X watched proceedings from the announcer box telported Cas back to the stands and contemplated what he should do with this seemingly pacifistic student. He teleported both combatants back to the stands, he intended to have them face different opponents later.


Mr. X called for the next match "Drusilla Abata and Yumi Koizawa." Both combatants where warped down to the field. "Fight!" Mr. X announced.
 
"What? Okay. I didn't expect to get called." Yumi nervously looked back to the stands; Peter still lay on the bench, his googly eyes staring back at her.


"So this is like a judo class, right? Do we get padded gear or something?" she asked Drusilla.
 
Peter H. Stone was highly amused when the next match was called. The Mongrel Fox would be highly entertaining, much more so than the previous opponents. Oh this, this would be amusing and Peter knew it. Peter simply stood motionless, pondering on what the results of this endeavor would be. Oh yes, this was something Peter would pay attention to. Well, well well... Peter thought to himself. I do hope I get amusement from this brawl. And that at least someone bleeds. From the bench he waited to see what would go down.
 
Silla was in the middle of taking a sip from her water when she was teleported to the stadium ground. She choked a little bit but regained her her posture and faced Yumi head on. She smiled a bit and yelled across to Yumi, "No, I think we just fight but go easy on me, my ability is lame and I'm not that strong, alright!?"
 
Cas faced Yoh. "No hard feelings about your waffle. I just was having fun." He held out his hand. "We haven't properly met. I'm Castiel Mannors." He smiled and leaned into his ear. "Sorry about bailing. I want my powers a secret for now. I really do want to fight you because you seem like a worthy opponent." He stepped back, his arm still outstretched.
 
"Oh. Okay." Yumi said to herself. She loosely closed her fists, then raised her arms. Nervously, she took a few steps towards the other girl, and


braced herself for the worst. She could probably tank whatever got thrown at her.
 

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