– – ✦ Devas had refered to this as common & NECESSARY procedure. That much was true for Honnouji’s elite had to be handpicked. A rule established not too long ago. INDEED, one could not allow cumulative strength to dwindle; could not afford the holy ranks of glorious institution to be defiled by the unworthy. Only the strong deserved higher positions; soldiers who possessed the ability to lead.
President stood when he entered.
“ Squall Leonhart. “
Within the walls of the student council room, own tone held a brittle edge; words almost keen enough to CUT -- intimidating. Rigorous. Slender fingers resting ontop of precious katana; Bakuzan’s cold form pressing against raucous palms as WARRIOR shifted weight onto dominant right foot, saya eventually handed into butler’s care. As unyielding glare rested on (according to Inumuta) oh so promising candidate, other devas would ready prefered chair; one sat down, legs crossing. -- & as if cutting through clothes, shot glare picked up details some might have never regarded in the first place.
“ Is that correct? “ ( @imberus ♥’d this. )
