Babies that Grow

Rock Me Baby
Nine o' clock (Human world time) AM, the peak of the morning at the start of class at the Shin'ō Academy, specifically the advanced class. Izaya Nishimura, the teacher of the advanced class, stood in front of his classroom and looking over each and every one of his students. As his eyes shifted from one side of the room to the other, his glasses slide down his nose which he had to push back up using his index finger.

"Good morning, my students." He finally spoke. His hand still etched up against the frame of his glasses to prevent them from falling down even more. Perhaps it was time for him to invest in a new pair. Just where did all of his go?

"In the past three months, you lot have shown tremendous results. I have some good news pertaining to one of your now former classmates." Removing his hand from his face, he then stood to his feet and used his palms to perch himself up against the table as if his arms where beams for support. "Your classmate Kazuki Kawahiru has recently been admitted into the Eleventh Division, headed by Captain Yoshirou Yamakage. It is also the division I come from."

His glasses slid down his face once again, resting on the tip of his nose. "For now..." Placing his thumb against the frame of his glasses, he pushed them back up to his nose. "I want to ask you, which of the three spiritual combat arts, do you prefer and why? In this class, there is a ton of variety, each of you uses a primary method of combat. Why do you choose this method? What makes it stand out among the rest?"