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This school was nothing compare to the university Lawrence had attended. However there was a variety of different sorts of activities. For studying, or to do activities one would easily find anywhere. One thing that interest the knight was to spar with someone. To test his own swords skills with someone that seem to prove useful. How could he protect the Emperor if he was out of shape? It was the least he could do around this place. Lawrence was lucky to find a few sparing partners, but even if he seemed exhausted, he still wanted more.

He wondered if his loved ones were safe back home- wherever that was. Masaharu still couldn’t make out what sort of place Spirale was, but he knew it was different than anything he’s ever known. With three large claps, he brings his hands together in prayer and closes his eye, hoping perhaps the gods from his world would hear his wishes. When he was done, he reopens it and finds that he is not alone as he previously thought.

Turning, he greets the individual- only to be surprised by the smaller man. Not necessarily his appearance, but his aura. Something told him that this stranger had more than met the eye.

“Hello,” Masaharu notes politely. “Have you come to pay your respects too?” 

From behind and from a distance, was it really so strange to mistake one man with long pink hair for another?

“Oi, Sou--”

Probably, but Fudou did it anyway, and only caught his mistake the moment he started to call out, and the stranger turned his head. Instead of a quick recovery he stood frozen for a second, mind blanking.

“Ah, sorry. You uh...reminded me of someone for a second.” He glanced away to regain his bearings, just a little. Since he was there now,  it seemed a bit rude to just run off, so...

He gestured to the couple of bags the man was carrying.