So for this chapter you will need Kendo knowledge but not for the reasons you think:

The shinai has 3 sections. The outer part which consists of the tip is used to score a point against an enemy.

You MUST shout where you strike, as well as do it with a graceful form.

So Migi (right) Do (body) means the right side of the stomach area. Hidari (Left) Men (Head) is the left side of the head.

Each competitor wears a streamer on their back which is a different color to indicate who gets points.

Since the ref is reffing a normal match he will not follow the proper procedure for calling a strike to risk injury of being hit but will rather yell whether the point is valid or not.

After a point is scored those in the ring MUST resume their position as they start the next round. This can be canceled however should someone score two points.

Finally should the sword be dropped or the opponent is forced out of the ring TWICE a point is scored.

Minato slowly opened his eyes, what occurred on the roof? Was it real? He had never experienced such lucid clarity before. His body acted on impulse and he knew what to do instinctively.

Instead of a sea green concrete roof, he saw a purple floor?

Wasn't the roof green? Wait. That was just the dark hour moon. He slowly recalled being up there with someone...

That's right. Where was Yukari? She should have been there, so where was he? Were they separated?

"Welcome to the Velvet room. I am Igor."

A soothing voice called out to him, making him raise his head slowly from the darkness of his mind, "Awakening to your inner power you fell unconscious. No worries here however, the shadows can not reach you in this realm. Just. Relax...Man.'" The man with the unhinged smile told him.

Minato was nervous, it wasn't everyday you woke up in front of an old man who seemed to be forcing a smile.

To his left he saw the girl in blue! She raised an her right hand like a cat, grinned and waved. In her other arm, a book.

Minato blinked.

Looking around the room was a hue of dark blue transitioning into purple. Opposite of Elizabeth was a blue piano. A table in front of the man with a deck of cards neatly stacked on top.

"That power, is what we call a Persona."

Elizabeth held up the book and patted the cover.

"It is a facet of your personality and reacts to external stimuli. Think of it as a mask-"

Elizabeth opened the book and a hologram of Orpheus appeared floating, playing the harp.

Minato had remembered that creature which he? Tore to shreds.

"You power is still weak."

"If you develop bonds with others, you grow stronger. Think of it as a social link. The more at ease you feel and the more sociable you become, you awaken a power which becomes more natural," Igor paused for 3 seconds, "You will find out in due time." He said as though his voice was dripping with honey.

Minato blinked again.

"Now, time does not affect you here but in your world you've been asleep for a week." Elizabeth said with a grin.

"WHAT."

"Relax. Man." Igor said coolly.

Minato had arisen suddenly and scared Yukari. He could feel sweat all over his body and could hear his heart beating. Looking around the white and gray room, he found out he was in a hospital. It was a small room, and he had noticed that he had food next to him, an apple, some water and carrots.

"Finally, you're awake! You've been out for a week!" She said with a small grin.

Minato pursed his lips and looked at her with a horrified expression. He looked down at his lap and realized he was in a gown.

"Don't worry Mitsuru is covering your stay here."

He sighed and slowly laid back down.

"Alright to give you an explanation of your power-"

"It's a Persona. I recalled hearing a voice in my head before I pulled the trigger, but after I felt pure instinct take over." He said wiping his forehead.

"Right. I'm sorry I didn't explain it before." She said turning around looking at the window.

"...My dad, he died working for the Korijo Group but I've found nothing about the incident."

Minato looked at her backside and saw her turn around.

"That's why I am here." She said cheerfully.

She looked at him with this soft vulnerable expression on her face.

Crap puppy eyes. A weakness.

"I read your file some time after you passed out. That's why I'm sharing what happened to my dad."

Minato looked down at his lap. He had not remembered anything about the night of his parent's death aside from the screech of brakes. Everything else had been a blur.

"If I were braver-" She put a hand to her chest, "I could have helped you last week."

Minato closed his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. Man." He tried to copy Igor's smooth voice.

Yukari looked surprised but then laughed.

Minato smiled.

"Sorry about your onesies but we had to take them off, you were sweating in them and it was dirty...At least our new house mate won't make fun of you for wearing it!"

Someone else entered the room and a sense of uncertainty filled Minato, "Yo!" Junpei said with a grin.

Minato looked surprised.

"You gonna eat that?" Junpei pointed to the apple at his side.

Minato could not give Junpei an answer, he fainted.

School had been a buzz about the transfer student. Falling sickly after arriving? He ignored the rumors and made it to history with time to spare. Although he heard something about a disease but he always found rumors to be stupid.

"That concludes the stone age. I really wish we didn't have to study rocks, there's nothing interesting about them. If anything we should study the Sengoku era." The teacher with a samurai helmet lamented.

"Sir, rocks have useful properties such as being able to be burned can be use for showers. If a stone has some crystal on it, it can be used to view color through a spectrum. In addition, they can be used as a weak conductor of electricity in the liquid state." Minato said hand raised.

Mr. Ono raised an eyebrow and the other students except Junpei were impressed.

Minato who still had his hand up, looked down briefly then locked eyes with his teacher.

"Samurai are boring."

Mr. Ono jerked backed as there were mixed reactions of shock, amusement and confusion among the students.

Mr. Ono could feel the pressure from the students and smiled.

"I would like to wager a bet with you Mr. Arisato." He said with a twitch happening to his left eye.

He nodded slowly.

"If I can best you in a match of kendo, you shall admit that not only Samurai are exciting but you shall have detention for disrupting the class."

"If I win."

Minato tried his best to look threatening and paused for dramatic affect.

"I get to sleep in class when I feel like it." He said with a smile.

"If." Mr. Ono frowned but agreed to it.

A harmonized Oooooh resounded in the room but only Yukari was bewildered, "You can't challenge a teacher on your first day back!"

Minato shrugged.

Mitsuru had marched across the school yard towards the gym, with the rest of the student council in tow. She had heard rumors all afternoon and wanted to confront them directly. Seeing a sea of student swarm the gym with camera phones had been the least of her worries.

She pushed past with a cold glare parted the students like waves. Getting to the interior of the brown wooden floored basketball court, she found Minato, in the middle, with kendo armor on. His opponent was a teacher as the rumors had confirmed. She stood on the line dividing the court.

Akihiko who had also pushed past the sea of students and touched Mitsuru's shoulder.

He said with a whisper, "Let's see what he can do without his power."

Mitsuru nodded. She didn't like the idea of it, but she was curious.

One of the student council members had stood next to Mitsuru. He was wearing all black and had an golden armband on his left arm. His hair was slicked back and he frowned at what was going on.

"Should we not stop this?"

"I know Hitedoshi but as the Student Council President, he needs to show respect to authority. If the teacher can best him, he will be put in his place." She said folding her arms, one leg out, looking slightly annoyed.

A boy with short messy brown hair, who Mr. Ono addressed as Kenji, had tied a white band to Mr. Ono's back. Compared to the tradional gear Minato had worn, which was plated guards on the body, wrist and head and face, Mr. Ono wore mostly red and black- on the stomach area- ancient samurai armor. Kenji knocked on it and it had been real metal. He adjusted the face guard on the teacher, while making a fashion statement. "So 1590s."

"So you know the rules of Kendo?" Junpei asked tightening a red band to Minato's back.

Blowing his bangs away from his eye, which was slightly annoying him he answered, "You tell HEAD right?"

Junpei smiled nervously.

The chatter in the gym was abuzz speaking about both the match and of Mitsuru being there but not punishing anyone. It died down however when A tall, dark skinned boy held up his hands and took a deep breathe.

Both were in their armor and a boy named Kaz was in the middle as the referee.

"First to three points win, only hitting of the head, the wrist, the sides of the body. No throat strikes! Both must call out where they strike and I shall judge if it counts or not! Oh and don't forget, you must hit with the outer third of the shinai, if you are to hit with any inner part, it doesn't count!" He shouted.

Minato and Mr. Ono bowed and took their stances; their right leg out and their left foot facing 45 degrees to the left. The third outer of the shinai touching. Kaz limped out of the arena and let them go ahead.

Both didn't move as the cheering for sides took place.

There was an intent glare that Mr. Ono gave to the apathetic Minato who was slowly reading Mr. Ono's body language. The student smirked, causing Mr. Ono to slowly move towards him one foot at a time.

Minato had not moved from his spot as Mr. Ono struck overhead. Minato moved back, dodging the strike. Mr. Ono reeled back but Minato was faster and aimed for the side of body.

Mr. Ono looked shock as the shinai he held was impulsively made a diagonal defensive stance with the tip pointing slightly upward. "RIGHT. BODY." Minato screamed, guiding his body to drop slightly, then raised the sword to duck under Mr. Ono's arm and connect with the left side of the body.

Kaz raised a red flag; awarding Minato a point.

He circled the ring, making sure they both had reset their stances. Seeing the tips touch he left the ring.

Using his speed Mr. Ono moved forward.

Minato had frozen up. The way he moved had reminded him of the shadow on the roof. Mr. Ono struck him on the head then the wrist ensuring his first two points.

Mitsuru had noticed and squinted. She looked slightly disappointed.

Resetting their positions, Mr. Ono was surprised by Minato moving towards him but not swinging. Instinctively he moved back but before he could figure out what was going on, he had been pushed out of the ring.

Kaz raised a flag, catching Mr. Ono's attention, "A warning Mr. Ono, step out of the ring again and Arisato here gets a point."

Mr. Ono looked at Arisato and saw him smirking under the armor.

Starting the next round, Mr. Ono tightened his grip and came swinging at Minato. Minato pushed back his blade with his own. Both held their ground, pushing with the middle of their blades. There was some slight shaking but neither man would budge.

Minato pulled back and just as swiftly struck, "HEAD" and hit the teacher on the head. "RIGHT WRIST." Mr. Ono tried to move his wrist, but moved to the wrong side causing the blade to connect.

Kaz raised a flag indicating Minato's third point while the crowd cheered for the underdog. There was a roar of applause as Kaz limped over and congratulated Minato.

Mr. Ono gripped the bamboo sword tightly slightly disappointed in himself and looked downward.

Minato walked to Mr. Ono and bowed.

"Samurais aren't boring, but you might want to consider more contemporary armor." Minato said patting what he was wearing.

Mr. Ono was shocked but bowed as well with a smile.

The mood was killed with Mitsru's marching towards the combatants.

The only ones left in the gym at this point were the student council, Mr. Ono and Minato.

"Arisato, I do not like that you took on this challenge and you Mr. Ono." Minato had seen daggers in her eyes, there was no need for her to point. Mr. Ono heard the venom and hiss in her voice and gulped.

"I expect better from you."

"Mitsuru, I interrupted the class." Minato informed her.

"You don't get it. Your act here may cause insubordination among your other class mates."

"Why not stop the match? Why just watch."

She explained herself.

"I will take full punishment for this event." Mr. Ono said solemnly.

"No, you both will. Arisato, you already missed a week of school due to being sick, so you shall have to clean the entire school. Mr. Ono, you will be deducted one month bonus pay."

Both boys nodded in agreement without Mitsuru seeing.

She marched outside, the others following. The boy in black by Mitsuru's side gave a glare to both of them.

Both stood in long silence even after hearing them walk off.

"I have samurai ancestors you know." He said slowly.

"You made them proud." Minato said with a slight smile, taking off his face guard.

Minato had started his cleaning routine around the school. No one gave him grief or ribbed him about it. He was even helped by those impressed with his bravery in fighting "The Demon, Ono." He chuckled at that and wiped boards down, swept and mopped floors, wiped tables and washed windows.

He had not found himself tired because he would sleep on the train ride home. Getting home he had homework to do and would study. He even snuck in some samurai sword moves to keep studying light.