(((Thios wont be worth any point i dont reckon, just setting the scene)))

Classrooms...they were the same no matter what Galaxy, Universe or Reality you were in. Stuffy, ridged and just down right boring. Unfortunately Sal was at a slight disadvantage in this particular field, he knew how to wield a sword, move faster than the eye could see and manipulate his Rieatsu....but Kidou? He'd rather eat his own face than learn it...cowardly...it was like those kids who threw stones at buses. Where was the confrontation...the 'Square up'. He much preferred to stand toe to toe with an adversary that fight at four hundred paces.

The lecturer droned on and onnnnnn and all the while he thought just a little longer...just another ten minutes and i'm outta here. Time mocked him however, the clock on the wall was moving back a second he was sure, toying with him...extending his agony. This wasn't the place for him, the same way it wasn't when he was alive. These textbook educations grated him something fierce. He'd learned more in six months out in the world than he would do in two years at this place.

The lecturer must have known, as they always do, that he wasn't paying attention and pointing a piece of chalk called his name. "Norongachi! Are you with us boy?" The voice was high and clear, strong and utterly unquestionable.

"Unfortunately..." He said with a sigh and rested his chin in his hands while lazily flicking through the chapters on Kidou before him.

"You won't last long against Hollow if you don't learn what i have to teach." Came the retort.

"Well sir i did pretty fucking well last time i came up against Hollow, so well in fact that instead of chucking me in a cell you lot decided to let me join your ranks..." His words were raw and showed just how frustrated he was with it all.

"Class dismissed....Norongachi, you stay behind. The rest of you read chapters four and seven by tomorrow." The tutors voice sounded like an iceberg would if it had vocal cords and the class shuffled out nervously while Sal muttered a few choice expletives.

When the last had gone it was just Sal and the tutor left, both glared at one another, the very heat of their stares threatening to combust the air between them. Finally the tutor broke the silence.

"I can appreciate that you have little interest in the finer points of what goes on here, from what i've been told you have a firm grasp of the swordplay aspect of combat and when asked about Kidou you have been heard several times referring to it as 'Pretty lights and sparkles with just a touch of gay'" He stopped when Sal chuckled quietly and drew him a venomous stare...but Sal saw the corner of his mouth twitch...he had to act offended it was his job to.

"Have you ever dealt with a proficient Kidou user Sal?" He asked and crossed his arms.

"Well i fought Vice Captain Jin once..."

"And who won?" Asked the tutor more than a touch surprised by the answer.

"Depends who you ask sir.." He said with a smirk.

"As fine an answer as any" The smirk was returned, before the man pushed on. "my question to you is this...if you do not know the fundamentals of the weapons your enemies may bring to bear upon you how can you possibly defend against them?"

This gave Sal pause for thought, it was true that to adequately defend against something you needed to know how it worked on some, even a basic, level. He looked at the man with a sly grin...he knew that he had struck a cord with Sal, it was written all over his face.

"Your onto something there...i remember having to think pretty quickly on my feet to combat fuc-" He took a breath and then continued " To combat Kidou..."

"Well to be quite frank, if you came out alive combating Vice Captain level Kidou it does you credit but what i can teach you may give you just that extra percentage in the win lose ratio."