Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140519215314/@comment-7489529-20140520001418

Daniel watched the boy named Kūkan. Something about him, and that blade of his, tugged at something deep in Daniel's chest. Shaking his head to clear the tension, he stood up. His hand reached back, and he felt eased by the feel of the leather grip of his shinai. He stood up, and strode down the aisle to the stage. As he walked, the tugging in his chest intensified into an almost physical force, like a strong wind at his back. By the time he reached the stage, the force was echoing in his ears. Without anytime to slow himself down, Daniel leapt up onto the air, and landed on the stage with a powerful thud. Gasping for breath, he stood up, and turned around. He strutted up to the podium, and took the microphone.

"Hello, everyone. Sorry about that, I usually take the stairs. My name is Daniel Chanson, and I am, as you can see, a transfer student from America."

He took his Shinai from his shoulder, and took it out of its' bag. He held it out in both hands, presenting it to the group. Strangely enough, the blue symbols near the hilt were glowing faintly.

"I am an avid student of Kendo, and I hope to join the school Kendo club, if there is one."

He put the shinai back in it's bag, and slung it over his shoulder. He gave a short, quick bow.

"That is all, thank you."

He trotted down the stairs, and walked briskly back to his seat. Turbulent thoughts swirled around inside his head.

''That never happened before. Thankfully, this school seems to be filled with strange people. I should fit in just fine.''