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"Man, if you get any more rest, you'll be freaking comatose," he said back to Jun, laughing. He sat in front of Jun, as he always did. "I'm feeling a little stir crazy myself, though. How about we head to the human world after this? Hear there's some big desert called Death Valley in North America, it'd be interesting to see why it's got that sorta name, don't you think?" he looked back and forth between Jun and Kish. "Ah, what do I care what you guys think, I'll be going even if you two don't."

With that, he turned to face the front as the few other classmates filed into the class, as well as the sensei. Anything interesting that would be taught has long since been covered, so Daisetsu only really went for the sake of going. Nothing better to do, and who knows? Maybe there'll be an opportunity to show off his kido skills, or possibly even his shikai. It's been a while since he did, so he thought it'd be fun. At the same time, his left hand moved to grasp his right arm, almost reflexively, remembering the first time he used his shikai. Due to the electrical nature of his zanpakuto, his shikai gave quite a shock to him, leaving permanent scars all along his right arm, from shoulder to finger tip. He kept them covered in bandages at all times, but he did keep them shown every now and then. After all, the ladies love the scars.