I coolly looked around the room. All of the students' gazes floated between me and Professor Stein, seeing if I could truly be his daughter. I'm sure when they saw the stitching on my face that ran from the top of the right side of my forehead to my right ear and on the left side, the stitching that goes from the top of my forehead down to my ear, their suspicions were confirmed. I felt their gazes analyze me. My gray purple hair, my stitching, wondering where the rest could be seeing as my father was famous for his dissecting; my tall lanky figure. I'm sure if I had glasses, a bolt through my head, and a lab coat replacing my long black coat, then could be my father's twin. But the tell-all sign would be the madness he was famous for but I wouldn't let them see that.

"Morning Professor Stein. What is the lesson for today?" I asked even though I knew my father well enough to know what the lesson was about.

My father looked at me in a monotone voice. "We were just about to head outside and practice the skill known as Resonance Link. Since you and Shin are proficient in it, I'm sure you wouldn't mind being in a group of four," he said phrasing it as a command, not a request.

"Whatever you say Sempai," I said dropping my backpack by the doorway and moving away know what would happen next.

"Follow me outside class," Stein said as he pushed off toward the doorway and, as I predicted, tripped over the doorframe.

Rolling my eyes and chuckling, I started to head toward the doorway when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a girl with pigtails. She extended her hand.

"Hello, my name is Maka. Maka Alburn," she said with a warm smile on her face.

I shook her hand. "So you're Spirit's daughter. I think met him a couple of times when I was younger. He was always kind when I met him."

A smile played on her face. "He always did love kids. I never knew Professor Stein had a daughter."

"Most don't. It was better if most didn't know about me, but with the Kishin's release, it seems like my place is here."

"So the loon had a kid. Who knew," a voice said behind Maka. From behind her, a weapon stepped up. He had pure white hair and slouched with a grin on his face.

I used my soul perception and saw that although they were partners, their souls were not ideal for each.

I chuckled. "Yeah. Who knew. And you are?" I asked sticking my hand out.

He extended his hand and shook it. "Soul Eater, demon scythe." He looked at Shin with curiosity on his face. "So what do you turn into?"

Before he could answer, I heard a laugh on the rafters. I looked up in time to a figure flying towards me. I grabbed the figure around its neck in midair and slammed it to the ground.

"Black Star, it's rude to attack new students," a girl said coming to the figure's side. I looked down to see a boy about my age. I saw the star tattoo on his shoulder and recognized it as the mark of the infamous Star Clan. I released my hold on his neck and let him stand up.

"For someone that belongs to the Star Clan, you are a rather loud assassin," I said holding out my hand to help him up.

He leapt up without my help. "I AM BLACK STAR THE GREATEST ASSASSIN IN THE WORLD! AND I DON'T NEED TO BE QUEIT! HAHAHAH!"

The girl stood up. I read her soul and saw that she was loud one, known as Black Star's, partner. Her soul resonated well with Black Star's loudness.

"I apologize for Black Star's rudeness. He's get overzealous sometimes. I'm Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, Black Star's partner," she said with a smile. I could tell she had a timid but strong personality.

I smiled. "It's not a problem."

"Gosh BlackStar. Can't you go five minutes without trying to kill someone?" Maka said with a note of irritation to her voice.

"I'm the greatest assassin ever Maka! You don't think that I got that way by letting my skills get rusty do you?" he asked, projecting his voice as he spoke.

Maka looked like she was about to say something when Stein rolled back into the doorway.

"Any student who is not in the courtyard in the next five minutes will be my next dissection experiment," he said with a monotone, but I heard the irritation and if I wasn't mistaken, delight within his voice when he said it. Only my father would use dissection as a form of punishment.

I guess that most of the students didn't want to risk it because they hurried out of the class. Laughing Shin and I followed, knowing that this lesson would be the hardest and most stressful, of the Meisters and Weapons careers.