Junjuri Jungle 11:55 a.m. It was an unusually beautiful morning in the dense jungles outside Banos. Hundreds of first year Rohad Academy students and teachers stood in a cleaning, just in front of the entrance to the jungle. On a makeshift wooden platform placed in front of the jungle, was the acadamy's famous headmaster, Zoan Hadeison. Unfortunately, the supposedly famous man, didn't look so glorious. He was hunched over, his long grey hair reached the small of his back, and his beard was equally as long. He was claded his a black shaw, with matching boots, and hat. Next to him were 2 of the 6 only teachers left in the Rohad Academy, the only Wielders that weren't mobilized and drafted to join the United Armies of Ladria, ready to fight the Surcoth. To Zoan's right was the acadamy's infamous Master Klamath, nicknamed Snake for his constant lisp when he said a word with the letter s in it. But students know not to laugh at this lisp, or they would be given an insult for the ages. To Zoan's left was Gira, a beautiful woman who looked young, but was actually much older than she looked. In the jungle heat the first year students still found it easy to make friends with on another, even the new teachers were socializing. Most of them were confused, orientation was supposed to be at the academy, in Ladria. But they were in the jungle, in Banos, most assumed there would be some sort of surprise, maybe a party. They realized that all there questions would be answer when Zoan held his hand up as a signal to quiet down. "I assume you are all very confused, why are you miles away from Ladria? Both new teacher and students alike will be testing here in this jungle. You are to make your way out of the jungle, to the find the finish line on the other side. You only have 48 hours to make it out, if you do not, you are not worthy to become a Rohad!" Zoan said with voice stern and loud, much to powerful with the look of the man. Murmurs arose in the crowd, some frantic, angered, or excited. "Zilenxe!" yelled Master Klamath yelled, instantly hushing the crowd. Zoan nodded to Klamath and continued on, "You are allowed to use any means necessary to make it out the jungle." Zoans' face immediately darkened, " Even if it means killing another student to push yourself ahead. Anything goes." The air stood still, and the jungle went silent, "If you still wish to participate, stay were you are, leave if you are feint, of heart." Zoan said despondently. Junjuri Jungle 12:00 p.m. Zoan's expression changed once again, a smile formed on his face. "Alright then, we will give to you the famous Rohad Teacher Tournament. Unfortunately, we only have 2 teachers with use, so they will duel on another, at least this will make this Ceremony a bit normal." He said with a little chuckle. Both teachers stepped of the stage and bowed in respect to one another. The crowd stepped back and watched in awe as the teacher readied themselves for battle. Smiling crudely, Klamath took up his stance, Gira took her own stance. A few seconds passed before the battle began, Gira brought both her hand together and created two balls of wind. She flung them. A trail of dust left in it's wake as it flew towards Klamath. He simply stomped his feet and an earth wall rose before him. The two balls disintegrated as they slammed into the barrier. Klamaths' brown emblem, which currently rested on the dorsal of his glove, sparked as he pushed his hands forward. The rock wall that at one time stood still, raced towards Gira. She did not even flinch as she shot thin gusts of wind from her hands, they created green ripples as they navigated through the air. It cut the rock into thin slices, the pieces hitting the group with a loud thump. The glow light green glow of Giras' emblem intensified as she wielded wind to boost her speed. She zigzagged past each attacks, closing the distance between her and her foe. Klamath remain calm, in fact, a smile formed on his face. He dug both hands into the ground and cut out a large chuck of rock. The teacher smiled devilishly before he threw them lump of earth at the woman. Gira stood still, but brought her hand up to meet the object. A green water link energy coated her hand, she smashed into the object and it shattered, into hundreds of pieces, all falling around her. Unfortunately, she had to time to think before the hundreds of shards shattered once again, and lightning bolts flew from the debris, right into Gira. She was thrown 10 feet away, crashing to the ground as if she was a rag doll. Klamath made a move to attack, but Zoan held his hand up, to signal that the battle was over. "As you may know, Klamath is a Duel Wielder, you will be learning under him if you a gifted enough to gain this ability." He said sternly. "Now that you refreshed with this fight, it is time for use to begin the Orientation. Both teacher and students alike will participate in the event, this was the best we could do to assess all you abilities, so we didn't waste time with the weak. A war is coming, we don't have the time to have the weak hold up back." He said angrily. "It is time, all of you, as I said before, have 48 hours to exit the forest on the other side. Anything goes, wielding, usage of weapons, traps, we don't care, whatever it takes to get to the other side. You may begin whenever you feel like it." the old man said with a sly smile as he walked of the stage. Gira finally picked herself up and limped of after the Headmaster, Klamath in pursuit. Junjuri Jungle 12:05 Rohad Orientation, has officially begun --------- Lao Junjuri Jungle 11:55-12:05 It was a sea of white and blue as far as the eye could see, the colors the Rohad Academy had chosen for first year students, did not exactly accent the green that surrounded them. They were all claded in black combat boots, denim blue jeans, a white-colored button up shirt, that looked great on the girls, and a denim blue jacket that was emblemless if they were not nobles, and his personal gloves, adorned with the red emblem for fire. Most students had emblems on there jacket, the emblem representing there family. There was the most famous, and the most looked at, Himmory, she was the daughter of the emperor. She had the emblem of a lion with a golden crown on its head, symbolizing her royalty. Lao was not surprised to see so many nobles in this school, in fact, it was basically a school for nobles. Even if the students were untalented, they may have bought there way in, which angered Lao. Despite mottos that encouraged peasants with talent to enroll, it still was almost impossible to join in. Lao sighed, he was getting worked up over a simple orientation, despite the location, this would be fun. The crowd immediately silenced, and an unaware Lao looked around confused. He then noticed that the old man began to talk, he had to admit, the old man looked like crap. All hunched over, all in black as if he came here to moren the death of some close friend, all the teachers did. Lao did not listen to most of the speech, only tuning in when the information sounded important. He couldn't help but smile at the prospect of an all out fight to finish first, even though it did not matter who finished "first. Lao would do it anyway, and in 24 hours, half the time they were given. Soon after the announcement, the Rohad Teacher Tournament begin, a thing that he used to watch a kid. Unfortunately, there were only 2 teachers, both of which only used half of their power, although it was obvious Klamath would win, he had the Duel Wielding advantage. Lao saw this as potential problem in the race, they were Duel wielders in the crowd of first years and new teacher here today. They would defiantly have an advantage, fortunately, Lao already had a plan to deal with the threat. With the final reassurance that everything was legal, the race began. Hundreds of student sprinted towards the entrance, blending into the thick jungle. Lao decided to play it smart, wait for the crowd to thin out before heading out himself. It could have proven fatal, but that is what his gut told him. He despondently fingered his Kosher, waiting for the right time to start his own leg of the race.