"Since I don't trust all of you to remember the rules for battling, as we only went over them yesterday and during school orientation, I will go over them again," The teacher said, crossing her arms. "Lust, are you paying attention?"

"Yup, Ms. JigglyT*ts," Lust hummed, quickly shoving his phone into his pocket.

"We've talked about that, you can't keep calling me that," She said, "And Horror?"

Horror played gently with his single blade of grass, not paying attention in the slightest.

"I don't think he is, miss," Blue told her.

"Horror, look, there's a dead person!" Geno quickly yelled.

"WHERE?" Both Horror and Dust shouted, looking around frantically.

"Now that I have all of your attention, we really have to make sure you guys have these rules down. I know some of you don't need this refresher, but this isn't fun and games. You guys will be performing soul bonds and fighting actual battles, dangerous, deadly battles. One slip up can result in death. This is why you are all here, to train and make sure that won't happen. You'll be training in pairs, for obvious reasons. But you also will be training one on one, to make sure you can fight in case your partner is incapacitated or if you both are seperated. And before you ask Sci, no, we will not be training in dissection."

"Not if you're removed from being in charge," Sci hummed.

The teacher jerked back from their threat, hugging her arms against her chest. Obviously he had done this before, judging by how he was a second year student, and the two had history. She was very aware of what he was capable of.

"No dissecting other students or teachers," She said, "I don't want to have to keep a lock on my coffee to make sure you don't drug it. I'm not waking up on your dissection table again."

"We'll see."

With a sigh, the teacher ran a hand through her hair, swallowing slightly. She seemed to be the most afraid of Sci, and the most annoyed or tired of the rest of them that were more... outlandish in their behavior.

"Moving on." She regained her composure. "None of this is a joke. You guys are all only here because your families have a history of being good meisters or weapons, or that you've proven otherwise that you need training to control your powers. Meisters are not just people, their souls have the ability to create a soul bond with a weapon. No normal person can create a soul bond powerful enough for battle. Of course, in desperate times, sometimes a normal person can wield a weapon, or a meister and weapon with no soul bonds can be used. That comes rarely, though, and thus why this academy has been created. To train meisters and weapons to protect those who need protection. You guys already are being privileged by simply being here, don't abuse that. The Grim Reaper may be nice, but she will remove you if you're more of a threat than a help. This isn't a normal school, this is a school training you for war and battle. Never forget that. Seriously, don't forget Horror. There's a reason why your Mother was expelled."

"It wasn't her fault that kid ran into her knife," Horror said, giving the teacher a wide grin.

"You're already on watch, and the Grim Reaper is already over looking a lot of things you've done." The teacher took a glance back at the school. "Let's get back to the training, though. You guys should be aware of the rules, we've made that very clear to you all."

Turning towards a nearby target, the teacher stuck out their arm. Almost immediately, her arm started to glow in a dull light, it bending and starting to twist around until it no longer looked like an arm. With a sharp flick of her arm, the light cascaded away to reveal a large blade instead of an arm.

"It's well known that certain people are able to transform into weapons," The teacher continued, flicking the blade to the side to show. "Able to be transformed in and out of your attack form at will, weapons are able to create soul bonds with others to perform powerful attacks. I myself am a weapon, a butterfly knife to be specific. The weapon you transform into depends on who you are as a person, thus why you rarely find two people of the same weapon type, and never find people with similar designs. Weapons are unique to who you are, and thus that exact type of weapon remains to only you. And weapons range to all types, not specifically just deadly things. For example, I once had a student whose weapon was armored shoes. It doesn't sound like much, but they increased the speed of their meister and broke ground after they jumped. Weapons don't have to be blades or guns, but their kicking force was powerful enough to kick bullets midair. Never look down upon a weapon for what they transform into, just because it doesn't seem like a weapon. If they transform into a weapon, they have capabilities to kill others in said form. Once again, that's why this is dangerous. You guys are a part of the EAT class, and although you may have extra training out here, you guys are still at the top of your school. You've all proven your capable in some areas, that you can transform at will and have a good understanding of soul bonds."

The woman flicked her arm, letting it be engulfed in light before it transformed from her weapon into a normal arm. "This class is simply extra training and control management. Some of you are behind and were put into this class for extra credit, and others have to join this class because of their predictions."

Lust giggled to himself. "End up being just a little bit broke and I get flicked into here."

"You're here because you have a history of being rather inappropriate, this is more discipline for you."

"Whatever you say, jiggle jongle."

"Can we j-just drive s-s-somewhere and throw that p-perv into the streets?" Error grunted, narrowing his gaze at Lust.

"The streets are my natural habitat," Lust taunted, winking at the other skeleton who shrieked and jerked away from his line of sight by hiding behind Ink.

"Guys, settle down!" The teacher said.

"Why settle for the low when we can settle higher?" Dust asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Let's go for the highest amount of settled, not the lowest!"

"Let's not do that," The teacher said, "Because then we wouldn't be able to train. Wouldn't that be a better outcome?"

Dust paused, grumbling out "Stupid teacher using stupid common sense like a french goat."

"I feel like hoodie boy over there has a good point," Lust said, leaning over and wrapping his arm around Horror's shoulders. "We should start transforming and doing stuff." He then focused his attention onto Horror. "And if you want me to swing 'round your place, only a few bucks to make your night wild."

"Can I choke you?" Horror grunted.

"Only if you pay double, sweetie~"

There was an audible gagging sound before Horror was pulling out a knife, aiming to stab Lust's arm. However, his reflexes were quick, retracting his arm away before Horror could get too close.

"You could have just said no thanks," Lust mumbled quietly, holding his arms close to his chest as he started to move away.

"Horror, no weapons in the classroom!" The teacher yelled.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't know that the communists have already kicked me out," Dust said, sticking up his arms.

"No non-living weapons! Horror, get rid of the knife!"

"Ugh, fine."

Horror turned quickly in a random direction opposite of the group, his wrist twisting as he threw the knife. It could be seen rotating in air before it embedded itself into a distant wall, someone who had been walking there being forced to duck down so they wouldn't be stabbed in the head.

"What the fuck, dude?" They screeched, looking from the knife to Horror.

"Next time," Horror yelled back, cupping his hands around his teeth, "Don't move out of the way!"

"Quiet!" The teacher yelled.

All of the skeletons glanced back at her, their eye sockets wide from the sudden yell. Geno was the only one who didn't react, boredly watching the others. She had to take control of the situation, they were losing focus.

With held up hands, she continued. "Focus guys. I do understand some of you already have partners, correct? Who's partnered with who?"

"We're partners already!" Blue said, pointing to Dust.

"But a part of my scheme for world domination," Dust whispered under his breath, earning a confused look from Ink.

"Me and t-t-t-the painter are p-partners," Geno mumbled, gesturing to Ink. "I-I forget her name."

"His name." Blue had corrected him.

"My name i-i-is Error, idiot."

The teacher nodded, looking around. "Anyone else?"

Geno wished he and Fell could be partners. They were already dormmates, so they already generally got along and knew one another. But they had different fighting styles, their magic wouldn't work and their soul bond would break. Fell liked to go crazy, he liked strength. Geno preferred a more cautious approach. They could do a soul bond, technically, but it wouldn't be as powerful. Not to mention how they were going different directions in their goals. Fell wanted to make himself into a death scythe with a death meister, but Geno didn't want to be a death meister. If they became partners for long term, their goals would have to be the same. And that's what the two were looking for, permanent partners that would go the way. They could be partners, sure, but it wouldn't be effective if they remained partners for a long time.

"That's all?" the teacher asked, "Alright, I'll assign parters. Um... Horror, you can go with Lust-"

"I'd rather die," Horror said.

"Fine, fine, Horror can go with Killer. Dream, you go with Fell. Sci can go with Lust. And Geno..."

Geno glanced around. Oh no, there was only one other person!

No no no-

"You can go with Death."

And now Geno was disgusted with himself for agreeing with what Horror had stated earlier.