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End of a Search
It took a little more than a year to find the right school. Fujin vetoed many for the way they looked at her – either they acted like she was stupid and dangerous, a wounded chicobo,or they just plain would not look at or talk to her. Until Balamb Garden.
She was checking military schools, because she had heard that Raijin got sent to one. But the Headmaster here was different. When the introductions were made, he shook her hand and looked at her, obviously a little puzzled. "Can I ask what happened to you, Fujin, and when? If you don't mind telling, of course."
"TWO YEARS" she sighed, having been asked many, many times before. "TREE"
"Oh my! A tree fell on you? Well you're quite lucky to be here at all!"
Fujin snorted. "ON NOT. OFF" She could barely keep from laughing.
The Headmaster scratched his head, looking even more puzzled. "A tree fell off you? Well that doesn't make any … Oh! You fell off the tree! Now I get it." He chuckled. "Well, I guess I look pretty silly now, huh?"
Headmaster Cid gave them a tour of the school, saying that no one would notice if his paperwork was a little more behind than usual. He explained a little about the classes offered, and even introduced some of the instructors who were not teaching at the moment.
When they got home, Fujin and her parents talked about the school, the instructors, the classes … everything. She listened to them talk it all out, then stood up and announced "GOOD. YES GO" Of course, her mother hated the idea of military school, but Fujin would not change her mind on this. This was what she wanted – a fresh start. The people she had met seemed decent enough, and this school taught about magic – maybe they knew about the spirits and could tell her why she could see them when no one else could …