Class is as boring as usual. You have to put up with endless droning lectures by teachers who are unworthy to tie your shoe laces, let alone act as authorities on some subject in your presence. Only the morning Kendo class provides some relief. They do not call you the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High for nothing! As usual, you demolish the rest of the team... at the same time. The coach praises your skill. You are the best Kendo practicioner he knows besides himself and his master. You accept the praise as your due. But far too soon it is time to go to history class. As usual, Fujishima-sensei is droning on and on about the Ainu. You have heard enough about the Ainu in the last two days to kill a lesser man than yourself. But you patiently endure it. Education is necessary for a true Samurai, even the boring parts. Your only regret is that you were too busy teaching Saotome Ranma a lesson yesterday to do the reading.

Suddenly, you realize Fujishima-sensei is staring at you. You quickly look at yourself, but your school uniform is on correctly, you were not sleeping, and you have done nothing else wrong as far as you can tell. He taps his foot impatiently. "Well, Mr. Kunou?"