Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140519215314/@comment-11588669-20140519234836

"Kūkan....Kūkan...WAKE UP YOUR ASS UP! YOU'RE NEXT!!!!!"

Kūkan jerked forward, hand nearly coming up to the hilt of his katana. And smacking it. Sighing, the male stood up, and walked to the stage. There was a slight arrogance in his step, a confidence in his movement. He could fight, and he knew it. But it was tempered by the knowledge of the fact that he wasn't the best person. Not by a long shot. The nearly-black-brown haired student-to-be gripped the mic gently, and exhaled. Kumori giggled in his mind, still amused by his impromptu nap.

"My name is Kūkan. As with the other freshman, I'm new here. My hobbies are simple, if my own. I'm a private person, so please don't be an obnoxious a-jerk, and just leave me be. I will try to keep to my self, attempting to keep my grades up. One thing you will always see me with, is this." He reached behind him and carefully removed his katana from his back, showing everyone. He hated this, showing off like some amatuer. He took another breath, eyes shifting purple. "Do not touch my blade, or me, please. You may not like the reaction. Otherwise, there is nothing else prudent you need to know. And before I go, two things: Respect is earned, not given. Show people your intent through actions, not just words. What's spoken is emotion, what's done is proof. The final thing is rather simple: Look beneath the surface...what's underneath may surprise you. Thank you." He placed the mic up on the stand. He stepped off the stage, returning to his seat. As he walked, his irises returned back to their original dark brown. And the blade on his back gave off a feeling of...contentment.

"Well done, Kūkan."

"Thanks, Kumori." He murmured.