Nisshoku raised an eyebrow. Nik spoke, adressing Eliseo who said nothing in return. The man stood and stretched, and the nearby girls seemed to swoon. He played into it by seeming to enjoy it. That was where they differed. As Yamato asked them to come, he stood. Not a second glance at the other two, he followed the man and the others out of the room. Yamato glanced at the students, seeming to tell that a tension was a foot. He noted the slightly rougher start that the three boys were having, giving a light sigh. Perhaps this had not been a good idea after all. The last thing they needed was a huge fight as a result. Then again, it was a lesson that they needed to learn. One could not always choose those they worked with. Even if they had personal ill feelings or just plain dislike towards another, they would have to put that asside at times for the good of the overall task.

He knew plenty of heros who were similar in nature. They did not get along to well on any account, but they were good enough to know the fate of innocent lives went above their squabbling. It was up to these boys to learn the same idea. The class headed down to the arenas, one which was closed off from public use for the assignment. Nisshoku glanced around at a few of the others as they already seemed to be talking about their teams and ideas. He glanced at Nik and Eliseo. Should he say something? Would they even speak back? He was not much of a talker, neither was Nik. Eliseo was not in some ways, but it seemed to be more because of his little justice complex. Perhaps speaking was not the best idea. Instead he lowered his face a bit more into the folds of his scarf. Only his eyes visible at this point as Yamato turned to face the class.

"Time for your assignments.." he began handing out the envelopes, telling the students not to look at them yet. He handed Nisshoku the one for their team, his eyes on the folder handed to him for a moment. Yamato made sure everyone had an assignment, before he set a timer to five minutes. "You have the next five minutes to figure out a plan of action" he says, "once the timer is up, we will begin. Your time starts...now." The timer clicked on, students eagerly tearing into their assignments and chatting away. He looked at the envelope for a few more moments, before opening it up. Looking at the words on the page, he frowned. After reading the words to himself, he turned the paper so the others could see it as well. The assignment seeming simple enough....hopefully.

Mission 309:

A village is about to be destroyed by a villan. You have ten minutes to get to the device he plans to use in order to deatomize the matter within the surrounding 10mile radius and shut it down, or the village will be destroyed. The villan is held up within his stronghold, a fortress reinforced with military grade metal foundation and a state of the art defence system including weapon systems and robotic guards.

Straight to the point. He looked at them, then to the timer for a moment. Four minutes to decide. It left a bit of mystery which was to be guessed, it was not always that you knew every bit of information going into missions. At the same time, it was a lot to go on as it was, which helped them out. Nisshoku's mind already working. Deatomizer....they had gone over this not to long ago in another class. They broke appart the bonds between atoms on a subatomic leval using electric and radioactive baised waves. Meaning whatever the blast of the weapon game into contact with would literally disentigrate into millions of atoms. He did not know if the others had payed attention during this part of class...or if they had even taken part in the class. He looked at their expessions, waiting for one of them to speak, or to see if they got the idea. Yamato watched the students in silence, saying nothing as he allowed them to work on figuring out a game plan.


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Koa watched her for a moment, as she thanked him. She then went on to say that he did not upset her. He gave her a smile, "embarassing....if curiosity is embarassing then you are not the only one who has made such a mistake" he laughed warmly. He did not treat her badly because of the incident, nor did he reguard her with the same feelings and strife many others did. If anything, he was being kind and warm to her. He understood much of what she was going through, for it was similar to him in many ways. The door then opened, his eyes turning to a male who came in and began rambling off. Koa frowned lightly, as he listened to his words. He was comparing her to mythological people. For a moment he glanced at her as she seemed to be confused about what was going on. Finally the teacher began to push him away.

He shook his head lightly, "human emotions are quite something indeed..." he looked to Aysel as she spoke up. Then she seemed to want to disappear as the whispers began up again. His hearing caught them all, possibly the most sensitive in the room like many of his senses. She did not seemed to pleased about it, so he opted to do something about it. Turning his head to the others within the class, he tilted his head. "Is it common for all human mating rituals to take place as such....perhaps you are more like the various species of peacocks who show off in order to attract a mate?" he smiled, as the whispers and comments instantly left her and began to go on about how weird he was or some finding his curiosity cute. He did not mind either way, he had completed his task of lightening the mood on her. He glanced at her, giving a light wink before the teacher moved back on to his desk.

His eyes moved for a moment to the mustard. He did not understand the infatuation Starfire had with the substance. Then again, it was not surprising to find new loves and curiosities within the human world when one was not a part of it. He had found an intrest in automobiles since he had come here. Perhaps because he enjoyed working with the agents who built the starships that got to see many of the planets around the galaxy. He had also found some dislikes, such as in a food that humans called Tomatoes. They reminded him of a bright green fruit back home that had blue spots called a Trepnar....it was one of his least favorite foods back home. A chill running over him for a moment, as he began focusing on the class and taking notes.

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