"I'm sorry he wants you to what?" Sandalphon hissed. Metatron just sat equally baffled. His wings ruffled slightly at the request.

"God is serious," he squeaked.

"Yukio hasn't even started his exorcist training. Why would he want Rin to fight? What are we supposed to teach him with? My quill? Your words-?"

"A sword."

"A sword? God wants to make a knight out of him?"

"A solider of the Lord."

"Well, who are we to argue with the lord?"

"We aren't."

"But who's going to train him? You're rubbish with a sword. Scratch that, where are we supposed to get a sword? No way God would want to use Kurikura. Considering, you know."

"No... I think Michael's supposed be bringing his sword."

"Michael? Don't tell me he's also going to be training Rin too."

"No angel better with a blade than Michael."

"He hasn't even met Rin."

"We're going to be introducing them to each other today."

Rin wasn't sure what to make of this new angel Metatron introduced. Graying brown hair and a well trimmed mustache. His body was far more muscular than the other Angels, like a professional athlete or something.

"Hello Rin," he spoke clearly, "Metatron why don't you go assist Sandalphon watching Yukio or something. I am more than capable of training Rin with a blade without you worrying over him needlessly."

"I'm his guardian angel. I think I can worry."

"More like get in the way," Michael muttered, "At least distract the priests while I train him. I don't need them running around like mad men distracting him while I train."

"Fine."

Metatron spread his wings and entered the chapel.

"So, you're Michael," Rin asked. He had heard about the various Archangels from Metatron's stories. Michael and Raphael were often the butt of many of the stories as especially stubborn. Now, Rin was a little nervous.

"Rin, given your demon blood," he mentioned casually, ignoring Rin's flinch, "You will find that you will have to fight one day. Be it demons who wish to turn you into true hellspawn, or ignorant exorcists. Whichever comes first."

Rin swallowed nervously at the casualness of the angel.

"So I will be training you with one of God's 'Holy blades'. You will be anointed," Michael spoke as he pulled out a flask. He poured a little water in his hand and sprinkled it over Rin's body. Rin flinched a little at the water. The man held a rosary and muttered a prayer. The droplets burned slightly as they seeped into his skin.

"What did you do?" Rin squeaked.

"Demonic holy water integration."

"What?"

"Small amounts of holy water being blessed onto you for your training. If you don't want to be a demon working for Satan, you have to prepare yourself."

"Will I always have to have water thrown at me?" Rin asked.

"No. Depending on how fast we go with your training, it could be Seven months, to about seven years of the holy water sprinkling. But once it's done, so long as you remain loyal, holy water will never hurt you."

"Even if I became a demon?"

"I should hope you don't plan on it, but no. Even if you are a demon, so long as I continue this regimen for your training, you should remain immune."

"Oh... Cool!"

"Yes. Now for your blade."

Rin bounced up and down excitedly when he was presented a heavy wooden sword.

"Hey!"

"What? You didn't think I would just give you a ready for combat blade when you can't even hold your stance correctly."

Rin grumbled but didn't argue. Metatron had told stories of how good he was with a sword so he must be telling the truth.

"Okay, so show me how to fight," Rin yelled. As Michael began Rin's training, Metatron was causing grief for the priests, much to Sandalphon's amusement.

"You know, maybe this was why God allowed you to watch over Rin."

"Shut it Sandalphon!" Metatron hissed as he blew black pepper under Shiro's nose. The paladin was stuck in a frightful sneezing fit, garnering everyone's attention.

Yukio was one of the first over, worried for his guardian's health.

The over use of bless you was a little annoying though.

Seriously, a sneeze indicated a body ejected a demon? No demon strong enough to possess a body would come out with just a sneeze and a human saying bless you. God bless the little fragile people but some things were just rediculous.

Rin had no trouble sleeping that night. Michael had worked muscles still developing that he didn't know he had. He had a slight grin on his face as his head hit the pillow.

Surpringly, a small trail of laughter, from his sore lungs.

He didn't know why everyone was sneezing when he came inside, or why Yukio was pushing orange juice on everyone, but it was incredibly entertaining.

Metatron floated over to Samuel before he left.

"Michael, how'd it go?"

"It went well. He'll be a formidable fighter when he gets older."

"Just like the Lord wants. Now on a slightly different note, his sword..."

"Oh, he's working up to it. I'm actually very happy with the blade he'll be recieving."

"I know I'm going to regret this but, what sword will he be recieving?"

Michael spread his wings and prepared for take off. But before he left, he smirked and said, "Oh you know which one. Excalibur."

Michael's name means 'He who is like God' or 'He who looks like God' His chief function is to rid the earth and its inhabitants of the toxins associated with fear. Michael gives guidance and direction for people who need help or assistance in their life's purpose or career path ... to clarify or to make changes. Defender of the Element of Fire and of the South. Leader of the Archangels, he is the Angel of protection, justice & strength. Protection, courage, power and strength. Archangel Michael gives you protection, and encourages you to make life changes that are required for your spiritual your space needs clearing call upon Archangel Michael. Patron Angel of Law Enforcement and the Military.

So, lots of craziness abound.