"The measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."
— Martin Luther King Jr
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"Yosh. Combat."
Kenshin pumped his fist.
His classmates shook their heads, but each wore a smile. Kenshin might have been the most vocal about his desire to fight, but the fighting spirit was shared by all of them.
Zeke watched his students. The energy they pulsed through the room was endearing. He didn't know where the old man had found these little monsters, but it certainly hadn't been a cradle. He had noticed it from the start—with the bloodline the Winchesters carried, they must have faced a tumultuous adventure before Nox found them. That was why he had tried to get them to ease up, even if he lazed around on the sidelines.
It had been a successful endeavor.
He really did have the foresight and charm needed to pull this off.
Hmph.
Who else could do it other than him?
