"But how are ya supposed ta know who'll ya work well with??!!!" The
weapon re-repeated his question once again,this time almost
screaming, since the professor seemed to be spacing out on them.
Kaji wanted to rip his head off, since once again the professor
ignored him completely. How was he supposed to find a partner, a
good master if no one answered the questions on how? This school
was turning out to be not such a great idea, after all..
Victoria raised her hand because she realised professor didn't
answer Kajis question. She wanted to know answer, she didn't care
that weapon was ignored. After all he was rude. ''Professor, you
didn't answer Kajis question.'' She said in calm voice.
Kaji looked up at Victoria. Maybe the girl wasn't as bad as he
first thought.. He quickly took a sheet of paper writing on it,
before tossing it at her desk. On the sheet was written:
"Hey, maybe you could be my master? I can be a real great weapon if
you just hear me out!!"
Victoria looks at paper then at boy that send it to her. She wasn't
a fan of this kind of communication but... ''What kind of weapon
are you?'' ...she wrote down on paper.
He stared shocked at the answer. He thought the girl would have
written a big no with a side note of him being a horrible person..
But instead she faced him with a question and now he was scared to
answer.. After a moment of thought whether to lie or be honest, he
wrote:
Victoria looked at paper and smiled. 'Good he is hammer. It
means more blood spilled. More pain for demon. If they can feel
pain.'' She then concentrated on writing the answer. ''Nice. I
will talk to you after school. But first we have to get answer from
professor.''
He almost chocked when he read. What was this girl thinking?
Honestly, the problem he thought about before returned to him -
isn't she to weak? She won't be able to lift him up, yet alone
swing.. But maybe he could get her to train a bit, work up her
body.
With that he grinned writing a big O.K. on their paper, passing it
back to her.
Victoria raised her hand. She was getting impatient. 'Why
professor isn't answering question' She then hoped professor
noticed her hand. ''Professor. Can you, please, answer the
question?'' She hated begging but what must be done...