Lucky Seven

Fuma walks into classroom 7 empty, which didn't surprise him."Hmm, this place is perfect for me." Fuma walks to a seat and sits down, puts his legs on top of a desk and puts both hands behind his head."Well I'll just sleep for a little while undisturbed for once." But before he went to sleep he took in what the classroom looked like. The classroom was huge for a classroom and even though it was empty it was spotless and clean, had many desk and chairs that were of course empty,and it also had a desk much bigger then the rest, probably for the teacher, that was also empty. He looked out of the windows and saw the beautiful sun rays shining through, the lights were off and it was the perfect place to settle down and take a long nice sleep. "This classroom is definitely suited for me," Fuma smiled happily dozing off and soon fell asleep.

Aoki walked to his clasroom for the first time. It had changed a lot from his years here. The class Seven was normally a training area, but now it is an actual classroom. Yet, that didn't bother Aoki. He could easily set up a outside day for the students to have small sparring sessions with each.

"Well, I actually have one student. Began to worry if i as going to get any. Well, I'm Mr. Jouten, but my class will call me Aoki. Whatis your name?"

Aoki turned to face the student. He was 6'0 foot even with a fairly ripped stomach adn chest. Yet, it couldn't been seen unless he took of his suit. His suit was a normal black suit that was won in a messy way. the under shirt, which was white, was untucked. His tie was loose. Everything about this teacher's look suggested he was a bum. Yet, this ws Aoki's style of choice. He His black tie had a white cross down towards the bottom of it. He had kinda shaggy white hair that was styled messy like his clothes. Yet, he had one braid that was longer thenthe rest of his hair. The braid was on the right side of his head, and hung down against the isde of his chin. He looked at the boy with his bright green eyes. He was awaiting an answer with excitment. He finally had a student. THis was amazing. He could begin to teach.

"Oh, shoot!" Quickly Fuma got into his military standing position raised his hand to his head for a salute to his teacher."Reporting for duty,sir, my name is Fuma and I am honored to be in this school which is said to be prestigious in almost anything including the lesson in combat, sir!"

Fuma soon took a closer look at his mentor, who seemed to have rushed out of his house throwing anything on. Tie was down, shirt untuck, and a mess of a suit it was hard to believe this was going to be the mentor that was going to teach him in the ways the school and combat. Fuma just shrug the appearance off cause he knew after hearing many times from his father," Don't judge a book by its cover, cause it might close on you and smash your hand off." Well he really didn't believe in what his father was saying but he knew the meaning.

Fuma took another few seconds to survey his teacher a little more to get the finer details. Surprisingly he noticed the many goods that also came with the many bads. He noticed that his new teacher had piercing green eyes and looked as fit and healthy as though he could have participated in 4 marathons, if his teacher wanted too. "Well," He thought to himself, "The teacher seems eager teach me, but first I have to be seated but it only can happen if the teacher acknowledges my presents, then and only then I shall sit"

Aoki chuckled at the things this kid did. He would have to get his Uniform first. Then, they may begin with the first spell. He wlaked over to a closet next to his desk,a dn brought out a Class Seven Uniform. He threw it at the kid, adn chuckled.

"First, your uniform. Next we can learn spells if you want?"

Aoki soon saw tah the boy wasn't there anymore. He Sighed and left the room to go about other things.