It was midday and I decided to land within the forest that was near the beach, though I knew there was students around there was one I had picked up that was near me by her focus mind at what she was practicing and I could smell the perspiration of her, I had landed downwind from where this girl was. Being invisible allowed me the benefit of sneaking up and the lovely ladies her without them having to run off for me to chase them around.

I moved silently to where I sensed the girl and notice her practicing by herself wearing a gray kimono with white patterns of lines and squares on it, she was using a fencing foil, quite harmless do most monsters here, well I wasn’t sure about the pixies I seen baiting the girls of this school into what amused them. Though I have notice a scheme among them as they amused themselves at playing friend and pet thought hat was only a ploy to get the girls to trust them more.

Watching the girl I linked my mind to hers as I looked deep within her own past looking for what would be a good key to introduce myself to… Jojo, that was her name and it seemed her desires was to become an expert of the sword, but not the foil it seemed… I thought to myself.Ah the Katana so she wants to be he master of swords. I chuckled to myself silently watching her practice her sword play.

Still invisible I had transformed into a human still appearing like what I normally did but without the wing but I wore a black kimono with the emblem of a sword on the right side of it in white. A sword with a hilt that was the only thing different then a normal sword, the end pieces was pointed in opposite directions one pointed up as the other pointed down.

Now how to get her to bring me to her was the question and then I had the idea I waited till she did a thrust and it hit the tree trunk just where I wanted her to hit, part of the trunk fell away from rot reveling a rusty cylinder that had the sword I used as my emblem as the cork that sealed what was inside, inside was a very old looking parchment weatherworn waiting to be read.

Jojo had never liked the foil, but it was all she was allowed and she wondered why. She practiced the gotetsu thrust style in which she crouched on one leg, sword pointed at the tree balanced by her hands, along with her other leg straitened and facing towards the target. She thrusted stabbing right through the tree and saw it crumble. She noticed a shine and pulled a knightly sword sheath out. It was clear reaveling a letter and the beautiful sword. Exhausted she opened it pulled, the paper out, and read.

She had read the parchment and as I had expected she would, her keen mind was one I enjoyed toying with, my time here on the island with the devices hidden all about continued to twist my ethics, I walk before her making no sound what so ever. I begin to slowly materialize before her like a dream coming real dressed in a black kimono and a black Katana strapped sheathed on my back with a golden cord that hooked the sheath across my chest.

My green eyes focus on your face and I smile at Jojo “Greetings little one how may I help you?” I ask Jojo looking down on her looking majestic and powerful to some one who had no idea what danger she truly was in, not so much as her being in a life threatening kind of danger but danger none the less.

As if by reflex of being scared she grabbed the sword that corked the message and swung low at your ankles. It was shortly followed by a spinning kick as she proportioned herself back into a kendo stance. Once she saw how you were dressed she bowed appologizing for her rudeness. One thing was off though... Why would a swordmaster with a katana be allowed here?

Each of Jojo attacks though very good was no match for my speed and combat knowledge as I blocked each strike with ease, the only thing that was noticeable was the pain that Jojo had caused to herself.

I smiled at her. “Your Kendo stance is good but requires more practice, I accept your apology but know this, you have summoned me and you hold in your hand the scroll only passed down to worthy students who seek the true meaning and the correct Way of the Sword, are you worthy to learn?” I demanded from her.

Jojo looked at you in total surprise. This swordsman just spoke blasphemy of her own style. She calmed within milliseconds and asked with a large curtisy, "What are your requirements of a student you teach if I so happened wanted to join?." She used an enriched accent of her british heritage. She looked in your eyes studying you critically...

I smile at her little does she know I can read every thought that passes through her mind. “My requirements for one is that the student accepts and willing to fulfill what ever training is required of them, unless you have stolen the scroll of Master Sword Knowledge, are you a thief?” I asked her as my brows come together looking as if I’m looking for the truth that I already knew.

“But if you choose not to accept my teaching that would be your choice but choose now, if you choose for me to go then loose the knowledge you could have learned from me as I would fade back to the spirit world and sleep until a new student summons me.” I tell Jojo making the choice sound final.

"I am a samurai's daughter and would never steal," Jojo smiles as she percieves somthing from your face. She cunningly awnsered, "I shall follow on one condition," She still saw your face as the enforcer but your eyes as something far from it, "tell me why you are in my head?" She finally new the difference as she stared into you eyes

I smiled at Jojo “I’m in your mind you say? That is a most interesting concept young one.” I was way older then she would be able to imagine and very skilled at hiding my facial expressions, even my eyes would not betray me, I could figure her bluff out before she even had time to think of it, I knew her better then she knew herself.

[/b]“So you wish not to learn the way of the sword little one? Then I will be on my way and return once more to the ancestors then.”[/b] I tell her and close my eyes leaning my head back as I slowly start to fade, giving her time to reply if she wished for me to stay.

Jojo couldn't believe it, "I said I would wish to learn." Who exactly was this swordsman? He acts almost like Jojo's old trainer. She walked up to you and once she was as close as she could be she knealed down saying, "Please stay... I wish to learn.... Please..."

My body starts to fade back into her vision as I look down at her where she is kneeled before me. “Alright ill stay but wishing to learn and wanting to learn are two different things, wishing to learn means your not truly willing to learn and wanting to learn means you would do anything to learn something. So which are you little one? Wishing or wanting?” I had asked Jojo as I waited for her response.

"I would give my life to be trained by one of the white wing order, to accompany masters to learn far more... as I am above even wanting to learn... I give my soulful pledge to follow anything to attempt my advancement in swords." She had then bowed her head after she had now pleadged life long service to this swordsman.

This was more then I had expected from this girl and how amusing this student would be to willingly submit herself mind body and soul to me at a brief meeting, she really must desired to become a master swordswoman after all. “So be it, I accept you as my student. Speak to no one what I teach you, if you do you shall be punished for dishonoring your teacher, you understand?” I demanded from Jojo.

I wave my hand before Jojo as she would seen feel a weight around her neck and something cool nestled between her bosoms. The pendent that settled had a main theme the middle sword was one Jojo never seen before, the end of the hilt tips turn opposite ways one pointed up as the other one pointed down, the middle sword looked to be made of solid diamond, behind that sword was a Katana crossed with a Wakizashi, one made of sapphire and the other made of ruby both solid gems and before the three sword was a figure that looked like an Angel made out of solid emerald its wings looked like fire opal all them combined as if fused to create the whole pendent and the chain that looked like pure gold was fused into the palm of the middle sword.

Jojo knew the samurai styled punishments but this guy wasn't samurai... All the same she wasn't willing to betray her teacher. She rose up saying, "Yes, I understand." As she said this she felt something pit itself around her neck. She drew a hand feeling the gold chain. Her hand followed to where the pendant was nestled. She picked it out of her breast and looked at the beautiful design. She had no words, she was no speechless.

“Now for your first lesson, this will be basic training to reinforce what you already claim to know.” I tell her as a kendo sword appears in my hand and I toss it at her without warning and another kendo sword appears in my own hand as I get into a basic attack pose. “Now lets begin.” this would be easy since most mortals don’t spend as much time in true combat and even less for the female specie of this girl race, or lest that is my understanding from the in depth exploration of the female minds that I had a chance to look into.

Though in all means the sword I tossed her felt real to the touch, it was only an illusion since even weapons was banned at this school, most monsters here could easily disarm any student who had a weapon, it seemed like a silly rule to me, but if I wished to play with this so willing subject without interferon’s with the true staff and those dammed devices hidden all around campus.