Lufia sat on the bus on the way to the college, cleaning his keyblade. He was keeping most of his thoughts to himself of what he thought of the others. "This should be an interesting year," Lufia said to himself in a sarcastic voice. Lufia never had many friends, and he knew that this year wouldn't break that barrier.
His keyblade was dirty because of previous fights with others in his hometown. He trained with them, though he never called them friends. It did make him a stronger keyblade wielder. "I wonder when we'll be arriving," He said to himself as his Oblivion keyblade was almost cleansed perfectly.