Makai yawned with a bored look as he led Azami to the Academy training fields. He looked back at the young Hyuuga heiress his eyes narrowed as he carefully anaylsed her. Sighing he stood in the middle of the fields. He slowly stood in a lazy slance that seemed to be a bastardised version of the Hyuuga's gentle fist as if he wanted to see what her reaction would be to this stance.