Kanji wasn't an X-Man. He was a student who scraped through half of his classes at best.
But, all the same: the psychic message ripped him awake and sent him just about falling out of bed. Was this - was he just dreaming this? No. Couldn't be. If this was a dream, it was a damn detailed one. He glanced out of the window to see signs of action in the distance...
Perhaps he should have left it to the X-Men, to the older students, to anyone - but dammit. He'd just started to call himself happy here, and this...? No.
So, here he was, getting barely dressed enough to get out of the door and see what was going on, yelling to the other boys as he charged through, down and outside. If they hadn't been woken up by the Professor's call, this could well do the job instead. No gloves on. If this was about to turn into something big, if trouble was brewing - he was going to make whoever was causing it pay.
Open!
But, all the same: the psychic message ripped him awake and sent him just about falling out of bed. Was this - was he just dreaming this? No. Couldn't be. If this was a dream, it was a damn detailed one. He glanced out of the window to see signs of action in the distance...
Perhaps he should have left it to the X-Men, to the older students, to anyone - but dammit. He'd just started to call himself happy here, and this...? No.
So, here he was, getting barely dressed enough to get out of the door and see what was going on, yelling to the other boys as he charged through, down and outside. If they hadn't been woken up by the Professor's call, this could well do the job instead.
No gloves on. If this was about to turn into something big, if trouble was brewing - he was going to make whoever was causing it pay.