"I...thank you. Thanks a lot", said Diran and got up, holding on to Meyuri's support as they walked to the first class they were going to have. While at the door of the classroom, they heard the teacher say: "Seems to me that there exists two students who are willing to come to class." Diran flinched. What being could sense the presence of them two behind a closed door so clearly, with even their thoughts clear as a day? "I felt the presence of your spirits, that's how. Please do enter", he said again. As they entered, Diran's eyes were widened as his eyes met the calm eyes of Katatsubasa, the headteacher of MSCA. "I see both of you are here surely for the first time, but what in the world had happened to you, young man?" he asked. "Well, to put it mildly, I was nearly strangled to death before I could react in any way", said Diran with his throat still sore from what happened at the courtyard. "I see", Katatsubasa said as his eyes shifted onto his granddaughter, Riko Jibun. Riko however didn't even react at the look her grandfather gave her. Katatsubasa sighed and said: "She does that to every tenth newcomer as they pass through the gate and begin mingling with others to remind of the harsh side of the academy. Anyway, please state your names and forms to the class." Diran got firmly up on his two legs to keep at the very least the remnants of his dignity. "My name is Diran Kurohito and my form is Yatagarasu. I also wield a Muramasa sword", he introduced himself.