Paladin, Miss Ochi ticked off in her head, relaxing in the subtle pulse of inner peace that seemed to radiate from Chad this morning. Favored soul. Orihime, dreamy and talkative as ever, but brown eyes alight with a new fierceness. Aasimar… ranger, from the way his fingers get bloody every time things turn weird. Uryuu felt even more otherworldly than usual today, hair not just its usual glossy blue-black, but actually glowing faintly blue when the sun hit it right. So who’s their mage?
Because they were adventurers. She could see it in the way they’d casually pushed desks together so no direction went unwatched, the sudden sense of taut readiness when Chiziru did her usual glomp-and-attempt-to-fondle to Orihime, before Tatsuki heel-kicked the rabid lesbian away. The bard could all but see the chain of thought flash across the other three’s faces: Movement. Threat? No, annoyance. Non-lethal tactics only.
And no sane adventuring party would go out without an arcane spell-user. Which left her wondering about Ichigo all over again. Dragonblood sorcery wasn’t the only way to tap that kind of power, and arcane spells went off much better when you weren’t wearing armor….
But besides that – it wasn’t just combat experience. Somehow, the four of them seemed different.
So many questions. Miss Ochi couldn’t help but grin, as the invisibility ended with a near-soundless pop. After all, she was a bard. She knew exactly how to start prying for answers. “Good morning!”
“Good morning, Miss Ochi!” came the students’ rough chorus.
“Now that we’re all here… well, except for Oshima and Sorimachi, they’re hoodlums anyway, who cares… I’m sure you’ll be horribly disappointed to know that tomorrow, we’re all leaving school for a zoological learning experience!”