Akito waved the Blade slightly, testing its Balance, handling, and weight. It was like Nothing he had ever Worked with, a Well-rounded blade, Which were hard to come by in this Day and age, Due to the Fact that most swords were being sent to Soldiers in the Fields, to fight off the Demonic Hords. The kids from the School looked at him "Holy Saint John!. If we sold that Sword, we could make a Fortune....." One of them Said. Akito looked down at them and Glared, then Raised his left hand. Flames Danced around it, swirling like Snakes. "If you even come near me, You shall Burn." he threatend, his grip Tightening on his blade. He just proved that he was Not a Good for nothing, and he wasent about to let that slip up.