"What the actual hell?" Those were the first words that left Swtsuna's mouth as he stepped into Gosha's Training Field. Physical Education was next, and considering what kind of school he was supposed to be at right now, there was a good chance that he'd either be throwing some shuriken or maybe swinging a sword a few hundred times until the bell rang. Hell, maybe he'd even get a chance to spar with someone for a few minutes. Either way, it gave him something to do other than sit in a room for a while and listen to lectures.

That said…

Setsuna found himself wondering if he had fallen asleep without realizing it and was having one of those fantasies his old classmates would discuss in private. Just him and a few dozen bombshell women gathered around, each of them in so little clothing around that they might as well not be wearing anything at all.

Actually was he having one of those fantasies? Cause there was no way that so many women in their right mind would wear some variation of a skintight suit - especially without a bra and panties underneath.

Oddly enough though, that didn't do anything for him - well maybe it did, but it was quickly pushed down by the fact that MALE students were wearing the same kind of get up. Seriously camel toe in one direction, crotch bulge in another. "The fuck is everyone wearing?"

In all honesty, he wasn't entirely sure if he really wanted that answer.

"Oh right…" Looking down, Setsuna noticed that Shikanosuke was standing next him… while wearing the same weird ass getup that everyone else was wearing. "I guess you wouldn't know…" He muttered as Setsuna just stared at him. "This is… well…" Shika seemed to pause for a moment. "This is the anti-demon combat suit that Uchigen-san created for us as Taimanin." A silence passed between the two.

"What?"

"Yeah, I know it looks really…" Shika wasn't really sure how to continue that sentence. "Weird, but Uchigen-san likes to design the uniforms this way." Another silence.

"Is he a pervert?"

"Absolutely."

"And all Taimanin have to wear that?"

"Yes." Shika didn't even see Setsuna turn on his heel as he started walking away. "Ah!" Shika started chasing after the older teen. "Yorugami-san~ wait!"

"Nope." Setsuna muttered. "There is no way that I'm going to wear that."

"You don't even have a uniform yet!"

"And I'm never going to get one." Setsuna stated as he started walking back towards the school. "I'm gonna talk to Asagi-san about dropping out."

"B-but you haven't even been here for an entire day!"

"Well aware, but I'd rather be dead or in prison than put that outfit on."

"Now we can't have that, now can we?" Stopping, Setsuna turned to see an older woman walking up to him, arms crossed and a stern look on her face.

'I couldn't sense her…'

"We can't just return you to Yamamoto so soon, he did entrust us with your education."

"Fair." Setsuna muttered. "But, getting in one of those suits is a deal breaker, there's no way I'm going to put one on." Setsuna paused for a moment as if in thought. "If you can ensure I don't have to wear that, then we're good." Setsuna stated. "I'm still yours."

"I will speak with Uchigen-san about your uniform being less -"

"Sexy?" Setsuna cut in.

"Revealing." The woman corrected. "I'm certain we can get Uchigen san to suppress his urges on creating your suit."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed." Setsuna muttered as he looked at the rest of his class, noticing that they were talking amongst themself. "So~" Setsuna turned back to the woman before him as he put a hand in his pocket. "You know me, but I can't say the same in return." He admitted.

"Yatsu Murasaki." The blue haired woman stated. "I'll be your teacher for this class." She stated

As she started walking towards the rest of her students stopped and looked back at the transfer student and Shikanosuke. "Are you coming?"

"Y-yes!" Shikanosuke squeaked as he hurried off, joining the rest of his class while Setsuna just watched for a moment before looking back at Murasaki.

"They're scared of you." Murasaki didn't say anything, just stared at the new student and waited for him to go join the rest of his class. Without another word he did just that, walking up to her, stopped, looked her over and shrugged before walking off. "Can't see why." Setsuna mused. "Guess you'll have to show me, won't you." Whether that was an invitation or not was up to debate, but Murasaki just ignored it, walking up tp her students as she took a deep breath.

"Alright everyone, gather up!"

"Yes ma'am!" Without another word the class gathered around the older reason as she put a hand on her hips.

"Have you all heard what we will be doing today?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"No~" Setsuna spoke up as the rest of the class seemed to flinch for a moment and glanced in his direction. "What, I didn't hear so sue me." He shrugged as Murasaki sucked in a breath. Before she could say anything though a girl in red beat her to it.

"Urr…~" The girl in glasses fidgeted slightly. "Forgive me, I didn't tell them yet." She flourished slightly as Murasaki looked in her way.

"I see." She muttered. "So you were all trying to lie to me." The class was sweating under her glare. "Mari, if you will."

"Yes ma'am!"

Little Later

Virgin Forest

"Joint training exercise huh…" Setsuna muttered as he wandered the forest, his attention turning to the landscape that surrounded him. He put his hands behind his head, seeming to think for a moment as. "Basically we're allowed to fight against senior students for an afternoon." He muttered. "That doesn't sound that bad. It'll let me get a feel of what a Taimanin is actually capable of." He paused. "Or at least what one in training can do…" He corrected himself before coming to a stop. "Speaking of which." He turned to his side, his attention focusing on the woods. "You can come out." He told the person and silence followed for a moment, before a figure stepped out. "Ah~ it's a guy."

"You seem surprised?" The young man asked.

"Kinda am." Setsuna admitted. There's just so many titties in this village that I expected a pair to run into me first." Setsuna's counterpart chuckled as scratching his head.

"I guess you have a point." The boy muttered as he reached for a pair of kunai. " Anyway, you're the transfer right, My name is Yayoi Tenma." The boy introduced himself.

"Yorugami Setsuna." Setsuna responded as he raised an arm. "Let's do this."

Tenma responded by throwing one of his kunai and Setsuna leaned to the side to dodge as Tenma charged, drawing another one of his weapons as Setsuna eyed the weapons for a moment before deflecting one of the weapons and grabbed Tenma by his wrist before throwing him over his shoulder and towards a tree. Those are wooden blades…' He noted as Tenma rebounded off a tree and shot forward. "Well, that will definitely help ensure we don' kill each other." He noted, dodging to the side as Tenma landed, turned and swung at him. Again Setsuna grabbed his wrist and threw him, this time trying to throw him towards the ground only to release him as he was overhead. Tenma used his heel to kick a kunai downward and Setsuna dodged, weaving to the side as the blade hit grass and Tenma followed, pulling off a cartwheel to get back to his feet before shooting at his opponent. Setsuna deflected the attack and turned, his back leg spinning in a full circle as Tenma blocked with his kunai and was thrown back the blades broken and left in the ground as he charged, grabbing another before charging.

He jumped and came down on Setsuna, who redirected his fall before throwing a punch. Tenma responded by grabbing the fist and flowed with it as he was pushed back into a full spin before throwing his knife again. This time Setsuna caught the weapon, spun it on his finger and threw it into the ground next to him.

"You're not bad." Tenma asked as he pulled out another kunai blade. "You sure you're new?"

"To this Taimanin stuff? Yes." Setsuna hunched forward. "To fighting?" Tenma blinked and Setsuna vanished. "No." An elbow landed on his side and he went towards a tree. Clutching his side, Tenma took a minute to hug the tree and steady himself.

'Wha- what the hell just hit me?' Tenma asked as he looked at Setsuna who seemed to inhale. 'Did he punch me or did he shoot me?' He asked before collapsing and struggled to return to his feet. 'And how did he move so fast?'

"Huh… you Taimanin are pretty sturdy." Setsuna noted. "I may have just used my elbow, but usually that hit can either cause a grown man to black out or start throwing up." Setsuna admitted. "How are you not doing either?"

"It's the blood." Tenma admitted, taking a minute to breathe and steady himself. "It may be deluded but, the Demon Blood in our veins does more than just give us powers."

"Ah~" Setsuna muttered. "Makes you sturdier huh…" Setsuna noted. "That makes sense, I've taken out a few demons and they were rather sturdy." He admitted. "In that case, I'll need to punch you almost like I would them." He muttered as Tenma blinked and found Setsuna's fist in his stomach. "Thanks for the heads up." This time Tenma blacked out, slumping forward as Setsuna caught him. Taking a minute to settle the teen against a tree Setsuna looked him over before scratching his head. "Well, shit. I know I just said I'd need to hit him harder, but I hope I didn't hit him too hard." Setsuna muttered checking to see if Tenma was breathing. He was. "Gonna need to figure out the right output for my strikes… at least now I know I need more power than normal, and less than my max…" He grumbled as he grabbed a pair of Tenma's knives and took it with him as he walked off. "I swear pulling my punches is a lot easier to pull my strikes when I have my sword out…"

Elsewhere

Asagi looked at the live feed as she kept her arms crossed. She watched her students engage each other in the Virgin Forest, their wooden weapons clashing as they tested out their abilities. They were doing well so far, but one she focused her attention mainly on were two of her students.

Fuuma Kotaro, a long time student; and the transfer Yorugami Setsuna.

She knew Kotaro was skilled, he was a bit lazy, but he was skilled.

As for Setsuna… well. She was going to have to keep an eye on this one. That partial arts skill he displayed wasn't something you just picked up from a random dojo. Not only that, his speed and reflexes were definitely Taimanin-grade.

"Who exactly are you Setsuna?" Watching the screen she noticed Setsuna pause, look around and head towards one of the trees. "Hm?" She twitched a moment later as she noted a river starting to form under the tree. "..." She didn't have a response for that, so she looked away for a moment, attention turning to another student as she rubbed her temples. "I wish I didn't see that…"