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As Hunter watched the scene he sighed, though he was good at tests he HATED them, they were just so boring in comparison to fighting or practicing his quirk. He weaved his way through the crowd using one of the 31 sword footwork styles from his teachings, making him feel like a breeze just fluttering by as he soon found himself in the auditorium along with several other potential students with noticeable auras. Noticing the strength radiating from them he cracked his knuckles in anticipation. "This will be fun." he says before taking a seat and waiting, carefully seeking out any opponent who might challenge him and making him remove his weights.
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Lynn Katsura
Lynn scowled at Lexi as the once pleasant atmosphere turned crabby. She wanted to step in and deal with the bully, but MJ and Dante managed to act before she could. The crabby girl was shortly out of their hair as she went on her way inside the school. "There's always one in every school...," Lynn thought to herself. On the positive side, the potential students already seemed to be quite lively.

A smile returned to her face as she watched the examines enter the school. She stood close to the gate and helped usher teens in; her head bobbing along to the Micheal Jackson song.

Lynn stopped what she was doing when the announcement from Carbon started and respectfully listened until the initial message was over. "Sounds like the exam will be starting soon. You can follow the map to the auditorium, or if you feel more comfortable, you can follow me," Lynn announced to the crowd, projecting her voice. She waited for a group to form around her before beginning the walk toward the auditorium. She waved to Furudate-sensei as she passed by. "Good morning, sensei." LoliCowboy LoliCowboy

Lynn walked up to the auditorium doors and held it open for the examines. "Go find a seat and wait for new instructions."
 
Isaac LaquedemBlack Skull

Isaac stood legs apart staring out the window in the dining hall. The sight of those children reminded him of another time a long time ago. He remembered being scared and nervous, but so happy when it was through. But he also remembered the things that came after, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to protect these children from those things they had to experience for themselves along the road towards becoming a hero. But these weren't kids who thought being a hero was all light and popularity. They knew firsthand that heroes did fall. And they chose this path still. Isaac was jealous of their strength. He'd lost that resolve somewhere along the way.

Finally, only after he could no longer see the back of the last child to rush out the door on their way towards the school for future heroes, he pulled out a phone from his pocket and flipped it open. "Hello? Yes, it's me. The children have left. Yes, five minutes is fine. Thank you for waiting. Yes, thank you." He hung up and turned towards Margaret. "Margaret, I will be busy for the rest of the day preparing a surprise for the children. If you wish, you can take the day off."

A few minutes later a large box truck pulled up in front of the home. Isaac stepped out to greet the pair that jumped out of the cab. It was impossible to read Isaac through his mask, but from the reactions of the other man and woman it seemed like they were familiar with Isaac's appearance. They spoke for a few minutes, and then Isaac held open the front door while they carried large stacks of square tiling inside and down the stairs to the basement. "I can't thank you enough for this," Isaac said to the woman as the came back up from downstairs. "I wish I could offer to help."

"Nonsense, you just sit back and drink your tea. We'll have all this installed before you can say red scroll yellow scroll blue scroll three times fast."

"Ha, you're working far too fast for that," Isaac laughed. They both knew he still found Japanese tongue twisters absolutely impossible. "But I think I will eat something now. Just let me know if you need anything." He left the pair to do their work and returned to the kitchen to find whatever scraps of breakfast hadn't been devoured. He avoided eating around the children to not ruin anyone's appetite by removing his mask, and he was getting rather hungry at this point. So he ate his breakfast of cold eggs and bacon strips alone in the empty dining hall while waiting for water to heat up for a cup of tea.
 
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VincentVincible

He stood between the most beautiful girl in the world and a terrible monster. All around him the air was filled with a screaming roar. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," he heard himself lie. The monster surrounded him and the girl in a dark circle. The circle shrank, and he struggled to push it back. A second push came, and he barely held the darkness back. He yelled at the monster and finally pushed the darkness away. The monster was gone. He saw himself turn in slow motion with a stupid grin on his face, unable to control the dream to stop himself. The girl was dead. Of course she was dead. She died every time he had this stupid dream. He never did protect her. He never beat the monster. It always left after getting what it came for. What a useless dream.


When Vincent woke up from his nap and rubbed his eyes, the back of his hand was wet. He wiped away the reminder of his nightmare onto his sweatshirt. The sound of the wind must have brought up that nightmare again. He'd have to find a better hiding place to nap. He stepped off the top of the skyscraper and let himself fall a few dozen feet before he was pulled through the sky in the direction of his school. Today was when a new batch of freshmen girls arrived, and he wanted to check them out. He wished he knew what time the practical exam began. It wasn't something he'd had to do, and he'd never even thought to ask about how Japanese schools did it. He couldn't see how his old school did things going over well in this country.

He was just thinking about how he should find a girl to pick up to make a date out of spying on the freshmen's practical exam when he spotted someone he knew approaching the school. Vincent dropped out of the air and skidded right into a jog to follow the girl as she entered the school. Why was she going into the school? He watched as she led the freshmen into the auditorium. That must be where the written test was being held then. "Yo Katsura," he greeted the girl. Vincent made a point of knowing about all of the girls that walked the halls of Sakura High. He knew her name, that she was a second-year, and that she was a total babe. "You wanna sneak out to watch these new freshmen take the practical? I got special front-row seating."

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Paris

A pretty girl with golden hair was offering for people to follow her, and Paris wondered if she was one of the 2nd or 3rd years. She didn't look much older than the massive crowd of 15 and 16 year olds gathered here, and Paris felt a little special to be standing near a real, live student of Sakura High. As the group centred around the blonde began to depart, Paris hesitated and then joined the flock, not wanting to be left alone in such a crowded place.

Spotting Touya, one of her closest friends, she squirmed her way through the crowd towards him. She had desperately wanted to ask him earlier if he thought she had a chance at getting in or not, considering how similar their quirks were. Touya couldn't control tree roots like Paris could, but he had control of all plants, as opposed to just the ones that grew out of him. Paris also understood how Touya felt a lot of the time, as he was quite shy, just like her. She related to him a lot, and trusted him the most to tell the truth about her quirk. Naturally Taro and Ms. Mars would tell her that she'd succeed because they were nice. But maybe Touya would tell her if she wouldn't actually make it, since they knew each other's quirks fairly well.

"Touya," she started, tugging on the boy's sleeve, "Do you think I'll make it in?" She continued at rapid pace, attempting to explain herself. Despite Paris feeling she related to Touya, the two shy plant kids didn't talk to each other much. "It's just- your quirk is really great! And it's similar to mine, so I was hoping you'd know if I was any good? And if I'm not! You'd tell me, right?" She turned red, and stared at her feet, falling a few paces behind Touya before catching up to him again. "I... I'm just really nervous."

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location: sakura high, auditorium
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quirk: sponge body

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Harue Minegashi [​


Harue stood in silence for a couple of seconds, receiving no response from the red head girl. Had she really hit her that hard, or was she angry at her for bumping into her in the first place. Harue was unsure what to do in a situation like this, but luckily she didn't have to as a holographic suddenly appeared at the front of the building. In it was a man with bronze skin and a scar running across left cheek, fiddling with the camera. He then introduced himself as Carbon, a pro hero, and gave a speech about his belief that the "youths" were the future before instructing them to head towards the auditorium for a written exam. Harue scratched her head, coming to a realization that she hadn't brought anything to write with. Hopefully they would provide pencils for those who forgot to bring their own, and if they didn't then she hoped her seat mate would be kind enough to let her borrow one. Eh, these were problems for future Harue to deal with she supposed. No use in worrying about them now. As the headmaster completed his speech, students began flooding into the auditorium in droves. Guess it's means it's time to go, she thought, remembering the red head she had bumped into was still there.

"Uhm, the tests are going to begin so I guess I'll be heading in." she stated. "Oh, but I am really sorry for bumping into you." she apologized once more before wishing the girl luck on her exam and walking off towards the double doors.

Making her way into the building, something caught her attention. It was a black haired boy who appeared almost like a blur, breezing through the crowd to quickly make his way to the entrance. She had only saw him for a moment before he disappeared into the sea of applicants at high speeds. Hmm. Never seen someone so excited to take a test before ... good for him., she thought hoping to gain his enthusiasm for taking tests. It's not like Harue particularly hated taking exams and test, but she found them to be drawn out and boring. From her experience, students would gather into one room, much like they're doing now, and were then given a stack of papers they'd call the test and from there they'd be monitored by their teachers to ensure that there was no cheating. That was all fine and dandy, but once students finished with their exam they'd be force to sit there until all the students were done or until the timer ran out. That was what she hated most about exams, but being in school for nearly ten years she's learn to just sleep through them. Her neck began to stiffen, her body remembering how hard it was to get a good nap on those hard wooden desk. Heaving a sigh, she made her way in as she was forcefully moved by those behind her.

The doors was held open by a blonde girl, her senior she assumed, who helped to direct the students. Well that was nice of her. As she passed through the double doors, she gave thanks to her senior and proceeded down the steps into a larger room that looked almost cramped for the amount of students that would be in there. The ends of her hair stood just thinking about how hot it'd be, but reminded herself that the school was well financed and probably worked on Japan's finest AC units. With that out of her mind, she found herself a seat a few rows down from the entrance. Sitting down, she looked to see who her seatmates were, but so far only one other person was seated next to her. A raven haired fellow who looked oddly familiar, almost as she had just seen him moment earlier. Taking a better look at him, she finally recognized who the boy was.

"Ah, you're that overly excited kid." she said aloud without realizing, her face barely reacting to having remembered who the other applicant was.

"Never knew someone could be so excited for a test." she said again, not realizing she was voicing her thoughts aloud.

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Hunter looks at Harue with an assessing look unsure of her true power, giving him an inquisitive look you would likely take as confusion about looking forward to the test before responding "I hate tests, I just can't wait to get to fight. Hopefully someone is strong enough to make me use my full power." He says moving his swords and outer layer of (easily removable) clothing aside, revealing the 750 pounds of weights he has strapped to his body, which is remarkable for how deftly he was able to move through the crowds. "Oh forgive me I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Hunter Churchill." He says extending his hand towards you for a handshake with a smile on his face.
 
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Lynn Katsura

"You're welcome!" Lynn called out to one of the girls that thanked her for holding the door open. She smiled to the other teens as they walked by, occasionally saying encouraging things like "Good luck," or "You can do it."

She heard a male voice call out her name. She turned her head to look at him and arched an eyebrow in confusion. "How does he know my name?" He looked a bit older than the examines. Lost in thought, the world around her became a blur. She couldn't hear what the examines were saying, but she did know they were there as they constantly walked by her. "He must be the exchange student. What was his name again...it started with a V," she stared at Vincent's face with a "the-wheels-are-turning-in-my-mind" kind a look. "V...V....Vance? Victor? Vincenzo? Vincent?...Vincent!"

Lynn snapped out of her thinking look, but her eyebrow was still raised like she was still questioning something. "Do we really have to sneak off to watch the practical exam? It looks like they're preparing for the written test right now; it's going to be a while before the practical gets going. I was just going to ask one of the professors if I could watch with them."

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As Lexi was headed inside a boy approached her, handing her his shirt as a towel. She took the shirt and dried off, he gave a speech to her about her future self. “Thank you for the rags you gave me to dry off with. Weirdly enough I didn’t mind being splashed by water. It was actually refreshing and my outfit is waterproof. I shall remember your kindness and return the favor later. Good day.” She says as she continues to the school door where she watches the hologram and then makes her way to the exam room.

Emmy flies over to the hologram and stares at it, not listening to what it is saying and at one point tries eating it.
 
Bakura "Bolt" Kiya

Bolt was left holding his wet sweatshirt as the girl stepped past him into the auditorium without a second glance in his direction. She really was an unlikable person. He'd have liked to at least get her name. Oh well, he'd crack that shell at some point. He tied his sweatshirt around his waist and followed her inside. Now he had to switch gears from making friends to focusing on the test. Even though he'd studied and was as prepared as he could be, he still hated actually taking tests. Things like tests forced people to compete in a way that drove them apart. It was an entirely different kind of competition than something like sports, which he loved, that used competition to bond people together. But even though he disliked it, he still sat down and took out a pencil. He probably wouldn't do great, but he'd try, and when that failed he'd just guess the rest and hope it was enough to pass. While waiting for the test to begin, he absentmindedly pulled on the rubber bands on his wrist and snapped them against his skin.


VincentVincible

"Well sure, that works if you wanna see everything through a screen. Not quite the same as a live show ya know?" He hit his fist into his palm. "I know! I'll go get some snacks and drinks. Make it a viewing party!" He flashed Lynn a smile. "I'll be back in a few. Feel free to change your mind. And if you see any of your friends extend the invitation to them too!" He was pulled away back through the doors and into the sky, gone just as quick as he'd come.

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location: sakura high, auditorium
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Harue Minegashi [​


Harue dug in her pockets to pull out the small puzzle she had been fiddling with earlier. The design was relatively simple, it was composed of three horse shaped pieces of metal, two of which were connected by a thin chain. The third piece was placed in the center of the two connected pieces, the goal of the puzzle being to simply remove the third by somehow pulling it over one of the two connected horseshoes. As she was about to go on solving it, she head a voice from the seat next to her, the boy she had took to calling the "excited kid" suddenly began talking to her about his dislike of test. Harue tilted her head in slight confusion wondering why he felt the need to tell her this. Placing the puzzle on her desk, she remembered thinking to herself that the kid was overly enthusiastic about the exam. Could she have said it aloud? Scratching her head, she listened to the messy haired fellow as he mentioned how he wanted to face strong opponents in the practical exams. Wow, he sounds like a busy body, she thought as he then began removing a piece of his clothing. Wait, was he going to flash her or something? She averted her gaze to the left not really in the mood to see people exposed bodies today, but after seeing nothing that resembled the kid's skin tone in her peripheral vision, she returned to see his body covered in weights. Too many weights in fact. Harue's body felt sore just by looking at how many the kid was wearing.

"Wow, that's amazing." she said in a monotone voice. "Although it seems a bit excessive, it's still pretty cool."

The boy aside, she was more amazed by how the chair was holding up under all that weight. She wasn't sure how much he was carrying on him, but she was definitely sure that it surpassed the weight limit of any chair she'd ever known. What else did she expect from an expensive school like this, even the chairs were of high quality. She nodded to herself as the boy introduced him as Hunter Churchill. Churchill? Was he a foreigner or maybe he was mixed. Churchill wasn't a Japanese surname so she was slightly curious about his family background, but not enough to go about asking him. Not as if family history mattered in the test anyway, she could attest to that.

"Uh, oh. Nice to meet you Churchill, or do you prefer Hunter?" she inquired unsure if he'd preferred to be called by his first or last name.

"I'm Harue Minegashi." she introduced herself, taking Hunters extended hand and shaking it. Interesting. His hands were hard, his palms covered in small calluses from holding something hard, those swords of his perhaps.

"You have quite a few calluses, huh. You must work hard." she said unknowingly as she released his hand. Harue was a bit of an air head when it came to what she said and what she thought.

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"It's weight training to get stronger, currently I've got 750 pounds on, or 340 kilograms in metric, my quirk lets my muscles grow stronger without affecing my body shape so I'm constantly training them, I only take them off when I need to in a fight, and it's Hunter, my mother is from the Miyamoto clan, descended from Miyamoto Musashi, so I'm not entirely new Japanese, though it's been a long time and I'm used to english saying first name then last name." As you shake hands he asks you "It's nice to meet you as well, would you prefer that I call you Harue or Minegashi?" After hearing her comment about his hands "I've been training with swords since I was able to walk, so they've gotten hard and smooth from making calluses and wearing them down daily. You seem very disinterested, if you don't want to talk it's fine." He says while covering up his weights "Is that a puzzle there you've got there?" He asks out of curiosity.
 
Kaeru Tamesanaide
Location: Sakura High

‘Nope. Nothing.’ A young man thought with simmering disappointment.

His eyes were trained, piercing through the darkness of his bedroom, at the beam of light emanating from his phone. Holding it half a foot above his head, Kaeru stared blankly at the notifications screen. It was barely seven, and this was the third time he’d checked since he woke up. With a reluctant groan - any attempt to restrain it ignored once Kaeru assured himself he was alone - the brown haired youth scrolled through his list of recent messages.

‘Maybe they haven’t been sent? I did shoot’em out pretty late last night.’ Kaeru’s brow folded on itself as he winced at the flickering light above him. A final review of the texts he sent the day prior showed them all received. Received and ignored.

With a huff, Tamesanaide fought off a frown. ‘They’re busy.’ He assured himself. ‘I’ll just ride the bus.’ He couldn’t hold it against his classmates and friends. They were officially third years now, burgeoning heroes. Quite a few of them likely still had contacts with specific hero agencies, busy networking and securing their futures. .

Yeah. That was it. They were too busy, Kaeru could understand that. A few texts were bound to slip under the radar when the fast approaching future glared down at you, vicious as any B-ranked villain. And before Kaeru rose from his bed, he made sure to check his phone one final time, just confirming that there weren’t any messages on his numerous social media accounts, or that he didn’t accidentally skip an important text from a classmate. Once he was thorough in his final scan, the hero-in-training rose with strained effort. Readying himself for the day was a dull, tedious affair. It was mechanical, leaving Kaeru’s mind to wander as he put on his school uniform only after taking the necessary measures to combat his own quirk. Rubber gloves firmly pulled over his hands, tightened so they couldn’t slip off, padded rubber under a few other “emitter” zones on his body and beneath the Sakura High uniform, and a quick brush of his teeth before Tamesanaide ventured into the kitchen.

His parents apartment was suitable for three people and the occasional house guest. Kaeru never complained over a lack of space or busy neighborhood, though the residual empty feeling of the apartment was irksome. A quick glance around the kitchen, sterile pots that he’d never seen used were stacked on the counter-top. A fridge, naked if not for a handful of scribbled notes passed from his father to mother - their working schedules too opposite to allow regular interaction - and greasy bag of fast food left out. Probably for him. ‘Thanks, Mom.’

Kaeru dipped his hand into the bag and found a burger and less than an acceptable number of fries remaining. Chilled, left out for what could’ve been hours since his mother returned from her shift at the hospital. The fact she wasn’t awake to greet him meant she probably passed out almost as soon as she got home.

Devouring the burger in no great haste, Kaeru slipped his gloved hand back to his smart phone. Still nothing. ‘Akira said he wanted to watch the newbies.’ Vividly, his classmate made the suggestion just a week ago, and Kaeru volunteered himself to join the youth. Likewise, a few others in their friend group seemed eager enough to make the voyage and cheer or, the more likely scenario, shout dismissive comments at those applying.

‘And yet. . Nothing.’ Maybe, the plans changed? Or, it was assumed they’d all filter their way to the school on their own? His nose scrunched in thought, yeah, that was probably it. ‘We’re not kids. No need to carpool anymore.’ Kaeru reasoned with himself as he glanced around the apartment a final time. With his destination set, Kaeru Tamesanaide, the hero-in-training known as Charger, drifted from his parents apartment and through the greater complex. A great, mechanical beast that was an eyesore in the city. It was close to the Detnerat Corps. Main officer in Tokyo, so naturally his dad wanted to be close. Damned the cost, damned the commute it’d take Tamesanaide to venture to school.

Taking several buses, the third-year student was finally within walking distance of Sakura High. He’d stopped only for a soda, his throat parched after the burger from earlier. As he reached the hero school, known for producing some of the best quality heroes out there, and perhaps even more so, for how exclusive they were in picking pupils, Kaeru was not surprised to see the many applicants filtering inward. ‘Must be a little late,’ Chestnut colored eyes inspected the prospects, looking for any signs of older classmates who could’ve been waiting around. Either for him or his other friends. ‘No Akira. No Kubo.’ Tamesanaide didn’t frown. He wanted to, but resolved to keep his mood as positive as he could. A grimace adorned his features instead as he reluctantly dragged himself forward, waiting for a few mutant-types to pass by him before the third-year could successfully enter the building.

Kaeru Tamesanaide shuffled to the side, glaring at a few would-be students who were shoving to get into the auditorium all the faster. ‘Relax,’ He wanted to shout at one. ‘Rushing forward won’t help your chances of getting accepted.’ But by the time he found the mutant-type, he was already ten feet away, eyes forward set with a blazing pyre of determination. ‘Sheesh. Lotta people here think they’re actually gonna be the next big thing here. .’

That was a silly idea. Just being accepted into a prestigious school didn’t guarantee someone a comfortable future. ‘If anything, it means you’ve got to work like a dog for three years, then you’ll be applying for a high risk, low reward position. Some rescue hero’s newest sidekick.’ These would-be student’s would find out soon enough, Kaeru assured himself. They didn’t need his heckling.

Not yet, at least. He’d save that for the quirk-debut portion of the exam.

Stuffing his gloves hands into his pockets, Tamesanaide watched the near-endless wave of kids march onward, almost certainly into failure. His eyes wandered, once again in search for any of his friends. ‘Strange. .’ He was tempted to give them a text, but they hadn’t replied to his previous few, sending any others might make them think he was clingy. ‘Well, not like I need to hang out with them to have a good time.’ Kaeru resolved.

With a final scan of the room, Kaeru noticed two figures. Both of them seemed. . Vaguely familiar. He’d seen them before, at the school. ‘Upper classmen.’ Kaeru smiled. The teenage boy was walking off, but the girl seemed to remain, for a bit longer at the very least. ‘Well, at least I’m not watching this alone. Thank God.’

A half-smile adorning his face, Kaeru abruptly began to walk in her direction. “Hey,” He waved with limited enthusiasm. “You here to watch the kids too? Think I’ve seen you around the school a few times.” He smiled at the girl, ‘Hopefully we don’t have any classes together. Would be awkward to not recognize her.’ Kaeru banished the thought quickly. “Name’s Kaeru, want some company or. . You more of a single player gal?” He asked with quirked brow, silently praying he wouldn’t be turned down twice in the same day. First, informally, by his friends. And now by this stranger.

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Lynn was left speechless as Vincent suddenly left as quickly as he had appeared. She just stood there, holding the door open for the remaining students, and shook her head. She wasn't sure if Vincent still wanted to sneak out to watch the practical test or if he ended up changing his mind and wanted to follow the guidelines laid out by the teachers.

She quickly shrugged Vincent out of her thoughts and returned her focus to the task she was doing and to the potential students around her. It wasn't long before she was approached by another third year, someone she could have sworn she'd seen before in passing last year. Lynn grabbed a nearby doorstop and propped open the door, before stepping off to the side; leading Kaeru away from the doorway.

"That's right, Sempai," Lynn replied casually. "I think I've seen you around before too. The name's Lynn." She held out a hand for Kaeru to shake. " I wouldn't mind some company," she added in a friendly tone.

"I'm glad that there's a couple more upperclassmen around. I think it'll help the potential students feel more accepted and maybe they won't worry too much about the school acceptance rate."

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location: sakura high, auditorium
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Harue Minegashi [​


Listening to Hunter, as he preferred to be called, she couldn't help but think the boy was a tad bit weird. No, weird felt a little too rude. Maybe eccentric was the word she was looking for. Watching him nonchalantly explain the unreasonable amount of weights attached to his body was due to his quirk made her feel a little inadequate. Not in the sense that she wasn't good enough to become a hero, but more so the fact that she didn't feel the need or the urge to dedicate so much time training her quirk because of it. Even now, his efforts appeared almost foolhardy just for an exam. It didn't help to hear him discuss his lineage, something that she had no understanding of. Miyamoto clan? Musashi? Her mind went in circles trying to figure out what all of that meant. Miyamoto Musashi was a name she somewhat remembered from general Japanese history, but other than knowing he was someone famous, she couldn't remember what he was famous for. To this, she simply nodded her head, not wanting to go in depth about his family background as she was sure to get lost with all the names Harue was sure he'd throw at her. If she retrieved any information from that little talk was that his quirk seemed to be a type of muscle augmentation and he was probably Japanese, but was still unsure if he had foreign blood in him.

"Uh, oh. Call me Minegashi." she responded, caught off guard by the question that came only seconds after his earlier explanations. "I don't think I would feel comfortable with strangers calling me by my first name. Sorry."

First names were only reserved for family members, close friends, and lovers. Although nowadays, many kids of her generation went about calling each other by their first names, the cultural tradition only remaining in the adult sector of Japan who referred to their co-workers by last name. Some would call her old school in her ways, but that was how she had lived life thus far and didn't think there was a need to change it. After the exchange of preferred names, he told her about his daily training with swords, which she admittedly, found to be quite cool. They were something she never personally took interest in, but she could see why people were drawn to those curved blades of steel. Especially when media portrayed some of it's coolest and most likable characters wielding them against their enemy. However, recently she'd watch a documentary discussing how the Japanese sword, the katana, was not really well designed which left her feeling a little down, but that didn't last long. Harue tilted her head at the comment about her looking disinterested. Well, that's a little rude, but I guess it can't be helped, she thought to herself as Hunter had said it so bluntly.

"I can't really help how my face looks. Unlike most people, the muscles up here are weak so it's hard to express myself, regardless of how I feel. " she stated bluntly, putting a fingers on the ends of her lips, pushing them up to force her face into a lackluster smile.

"It's not that I'm disinterested in what' you've said, I just can't smile and laugh like you do. My mother's the same way, so I believe it may be an inherited disposition." she released her face, her lips falling back into her usual frown. "So don't worry, even if I can't show it, I still have interest in your stories."

After explaining to him why her face was in a permanent state of apathy, he pointed at her metal puzzle.

"Yea, it's mine. Something to do while waiting for stuff to happen." she went on,"I find them relaxing, and although this one is simple, it still something to take your mind off things you don't want to think about."

Picking up the metal contraption, she began fiddling with the horseshoe in the middle, a couple of seconds of rearranging and pulling and the middle horseshoe was freed from the chains of the other two as they dangled on her fingers.

"Here, want to try it?" she offered, putting the puzzle back into place, the horseshoe freedom was short lived as it found itself back in the center of the two chained horseshoes that welcomed its return with open arms. Once finished, she handed Hunter the small chain of horseshoes before letting him go about solving it for himself.

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"Sure I'll have a go at it." Hunter says before he begins fiddling with the puzzle moving parts around with a mildly contemplative look, though he continue to talk. "Sorry if I'm too blunt, it's a bad habit I got from my father. My father comes from England and I was born in America, I'm too used to the culture there and that doesn't help much here." He says as he undoes the puzzle. "Well that wasn't so hard, thanks for letting me try Minegashi. Also sorry for assuming you were disinterested, it's just I've never heard of such a thing before. Well speaking of family have you ever heard of Mad Jack before? Oh wait you probably haven't. Well I'll tell you, he fought in world war two with a longbow and a sword. He was the last person to have a bow kill in war time. And a famous quote of his was 'Any officer who goes into action without his sword is improperly dressed.' As such my family has always kept swords with them as tradition, we even have permission to carry them in public without a liscence in England due to his service in WW2." He says summoning a basket-hilted Scottish broadsword exactly like the one his ancestor used. "Since both of my ancestors were acclaimed swordsmen I've been trained to be the ultimate swordsman, and one day I'll reach it. So far I've mastered 31 sword styles, their footwork, and comprehended the intent behind each style." He says before realizing he's talked too much "Sorry I tend to ramble on when I talk about swords and my family."
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"It's fine, I've been told I'm blunt myself." she stated as she took her puzzle back from Hunter, putting the misplaced piece back where it belonged.

Putting the puzzle into her pocket, Hunter went about giving her another history lesson about his family, this time on his father side. Well, she had to admit that the boy seemed to have quite the talkative side to him. She also understood that Hunter was probably not the type to keep his personal life a secret, seeing as Harue knew more about his family lineage after a few minutes of being his seat mate than she did her own family after sixteen years. Not that it was a bad thing per say, it was actually quite nice to see someone talk so fondly of their family opposed to themselves, Harue knowing quite a few narcissists back at her old middle school. Although, she'd be lying if she'd said she wasn't a little overwhelmed by the influx of new information entering her head. Hunter had went from speaking about Miyamoto Musashi to someone named Mad Jack. Her head started to ache as she attempted to create his family tree in her head, so many details missing from his story that there were plenty of spaces left blank in her imagination. So Miyamoto was his ancestor on his mother's side. Than Mad Jack is another ancestor from his dad side? His grandpa? I am so confused. she thought to herself, her headache evolving into pounding. She didn't understand any of it. Scratching the back of her head in confusion, she noticed that Hunter had gotten off the topic of World War II and was now discussing his training.

"Wait, you carry without a license?" she muttered under her breath, her words almost inaudible as Hunter summoned an odd looking sword from seemingly thin air.

Harue didn't dare to repeat herself, seeing as how he seemed engrossed with talk of his training. However, the discussion concerning his family's right to carry a sword without a license was a little frightening, from a legal stand point. Maybe she wouldn't go to England any time soon. Not as though she had the money to do so, so there were no issues on that end. She watched patiently as he explained to her his training and all that he learned during it. 31 sword style? Sounds difficult. she said internally, somewhat amazed that a kid his age could learn something that, at least to her, sounded really difficult. Harue clapped just before he apologized for his ramblings, wishing the boy luck on reaching his goals. Admittedly, she felt somewhat jealous at his will to achieve something he found important while she didn't have anything of the sort. For Harue, she didn't have things like dreams or goals, and even if she did, she never had to will to seek any of them out. Life was just something that happened to her, and much like a leaf in the wind, she just went wherever it took her.

"Huh? Well, yeah I can tell." she responded to his apology. "It might be a little too much information to tell someone on the first meeting." Blunt but honest.

"However, I didn't find it all that bad. I mean, I thought it was kind of nice to hear someone talk about their family as fondly as you do. Although, I got lost half way through all of that, if I'm being honest." she admitted.

"Now I kinda feel like I owe you my family tree." she said monotonously, her mouth opening for a chuckle only to close without giving a single laugh.

"Uhm, my mother comes from a family of dentist and housewives although she not really good at the house wife part. So maybe she's just a good dentist?" she questioned herself, deciding now was not the time for debate whether her mother made the cut as doing household chores.

"She's a good dentist though. Well I think she is. My dad on the other hand was a handyman who is currently a convict serving time in prison. Not much to say for ancestors since I don't think I'm related to any important people." she said, thinking if her mother had told her about any of her relatives being famous or something. Nope, no one was coming to mind, so she just left it alone.

"Yeah, that's about it." she said nonchalantly, although it felt like she had somehow one upped the kid in some weird way that she couldn't quite describe.

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For many, the written exam would come down to the wire, prompting many to simply guess at random for the last dozen or more questions just for an attempt at credit. Others would finish with time to spare. In at least one case, students ended up falling asleep during the test, either from exhaustion or to make use of some aspect of their Quirk. For better or for worse, though, the written test was completed. Instructors weaved through the desks, collecting the tests from the students, in some cases forcefully for those that were still trying desperately to get last second answers. When the last test finally was collected, the various stacks were taken out of the room, and a hologram, much like the one from the initial greeting, appeared in the center of the room.

Most of the students would recognize Ryu Getokipa, or The Portal Hero: Gatekeeper. For one, in addition to being a Hero, he actually had something of an acting career on the side, giving him much more visibility than many Heroes. As his name suggested, he had the amazing power to open Gates between places he'd been before. Predominantly acting as a Support, he made a name for himself for being able to get Heroes to incidents in record time.

In his hands, he held what appeared to be a notebook. Glancing down at it, he started his speech.

"First, we kill the Batman" He spoke, before his brow furrowed with confusion. He closed the notebook and looked at the title. "Whoops. Sorry about that. Looks like I got my movie script and my teacher script mixed up." He smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head, tossing the notebook over his shoulder before he picked up another stack of stabled papers and cleared his throat.

"So we need to get some unobtanium from some alien cats" He blinked looking closer at the title. "No, no, this is that James Cameron script... I swear I'm going to fire my secretary" He muttered as he started rummaging around, throwing stacks of paper into the air so that it came down like rain, at times obscuring him completely from view.

"Why can't I read my own damn handwriting?! I swear I should have become a Doctor!..." He declared irritably as papers were strewn this way and that. "AHA! Found it! Sakura High Practical Exam Introduction, or That Time I Made a Bunch of Freshmen Cry.... Whoops you weren't supposed to hear that last part.... Oh well...." He smiled awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head, the storm of papers at last coming to rest, though one obstinate page rested lazily atop his head.

"Those of you who have made the decision to dedicate yourself to the life of a Hero, let me be the first to thank you for your service. However, as you are aware, Sakura High receives thousands of applicants every year, and in the interest of providing the best education and preparation for your future career as possible, we cannot take all of you. Now that you have completed the written portion of our entrance exam, you will be presented with the Practical Exam. This is your chance to demonstrate to us just how much you have to offer as a potential student. Consider this a job interview, and show us your best." He read from the script, pausing to flash a smile at the students before flipping the page with a flamboyant flourish.

"For this practical exam, we will simulate a villain attack. Throughout the training grounds, there will be robot antagonists for you to defeat. These are worth anywhere from one to fifty points depending on the difficulty of the robot and the methods used to take it down. This, however, isn't the only grading criteria. There will be five pillars which you will be graded on in addition to the points earned from the robots. However, in the interest of seeing your genuine ability and thought process, we will not be telling you the specifics of these pillars before hand. Your objective is to defeat or repel the villains, protect and tend to civilians, and show us exactly how you intend to handle yourself as a Hero in a dire situation. For each of our grading pillars, you will start out with 50/100 points. You gain or lose points in accordance with your actions during the exam. If your score in any of our criteria hits zero, you will fail the exam and be removed. If you fail, this does not mean you cannot be a Hero, it just means that you are not quite ready for the rigors of our particular Hero course. You are also more than welcome to try again next year, and you will receive critiques in the mail as to where you should focus on improving." He explained as he read directly from the script without ever taking his eyes off of it. For someone who was known as an actor, you'd think he'd have memorized his lines....

"One more thing. Some of Sakura High's Staff and Faculty have elected to stand in as villains for this Practical Exam. If you face off against them, they will personally grade your performance, and they have been instructed to grade very harshly. It is likely in your best interest not to face them. As a last word of caution: This practical exam is going to simulate the danger you can expect to face as a Hero. There is a very real risk of personal injury or death. By taking this exam, you consent to the risks and absolve Sakura High of any liability. Any of you who would like to bow out may do so now. Step quickly now" Ryu remarked, pulling a pocket watch from his pocket to keep track of the time. Every year, there were always some that heard that liability warning and chickened out. It was that first reality check that being a Hero was actually a dangerous line of work. Seats creaked as those who weren't ready left the room. When silence returned, Ryu looked up from his watch.

"Well, that was your last chance to bow out. If you're still here, that means you're going for broke. To those of you still here, I wish you good luck. Your time starts...." He trailed off, snapping his fingers as the entire floor turned black. Without warning, all of the students and their desks were dropped in front of a giant archway. Beyond that Archway was the Fifth Training Grounds, a sprawling cityscape designed to test students in an urban environment. Even now, they could hear the sounds of crashing, civilians screaming for help, and more.

Above the archway, Ryu's face appeared once more. With a playful smirk, he finished the sentence he had started before warping them to the training zone.

"Now"



 
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Oh would they just hurry the hell up!, the impish fellow thought to himself as he laid on the ground helplessly, arms and legs sprawled across the dirt floor one leg stuck between two sizable rocks. Ohto heaved a sigh, bulbous olive eyes staring upward at the ceiling as he awaited for his 'heroes' to come rescue him from the wreckage caused by a supposed villain attack. What a load of bull. How he desperately wanted to go home and talk to his little brother, eager to listen to Nao telling him about his day and all the fun things he'd had gotten to do so far. If he could, he'd kick these stupid rocks off of him and march out of Sakura High as an unemployed man, but unemployment wasn't an option for this sad grey imp. No, a slightly above minimum wage pay check with his name on it hung in the balance. His performance here meant the difference between going home with twenty thousand yen paycheck or a forty-five thousand yen paycheck. Lying helplessly, he couldn't help but groan, the hoarse sound of his voice made it seem as if Ohto was actually in extreme pain. In truth, he was, but not because his leg was jammed between two rocks. This pain came from the fact that he was a janitor wagging his tail for the headmaster in order to get a couple of extra yen on his next check. Letting out another groan, he had to wonder how the hell he'd gotten himself in this situation in the first place.

Earlier, he was sure he was standing in the faculty room with Akiyama, the white haired hero having bribed him with the latest volume of Watanabe's top selling manga so he wouldn't tell anyone else about his embarrassing moment. Admittedly, he had agreed out of pity for the hero who wasn't what Ohto considered be the sharpest tool in the shed. The strange hero thanked him, invading his personal space by grabbing his hand while he showering him with thanks. Just as he thought the dude couldn't get any weirder, her asked him if his quirk had something to do with mind reading for some strange reason. Ohto didn't remember why he'd asked him such a thing, and didn't even get the chance to respond to his wild assertion before Akiyama rushed out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Ohto. The last thing he thought was how strange the whole situation had been for him, but now that the hero was gone Ohto thought he could finally do his job, starting with classroom 1-A. Shortly after Akiyama left, Ohto had did one last pat down to make sure he didn't drop anything before leaving the room himself, placing his newly received manga into his bag before locking the door. Everything that transpired after was a blur to him. He made his way to the custodial room, shoved his key into the lock, but was immediately pulled away by a random staff member, a woman who looked like she'd been caught up in a whirlwind. The lady's brown hair clung to sweat covered cheeks, her eyes shaking frantically while her hand shook as they wrapped around his slim wrist. Before he could get a word out, he was being dragged away by the abnormally strong crazed woman, no explanation, just her hands pulling him towards an unknown destination.

When he was finally set free, Ohto found himself in the middle of a broken down plaza, the woman commanding him to lie down where he stood which he hesitantly complied. Soon, he'd find the woman grabbing at his foot and shoving it between the two rocks that would act as his company before the practical exams.

"Nakamura is it?" she asked, not waiting for a response as she continued," I'm sorry that I dragged you here against your will, but right now we need all available staff members to help with the practical exams. Some of the actors we've hired to play the role of citizens are late, and we don't have time to wait for them to get here, hence why I've brought you. To act as one of the civilians for the students to rescue." she stated, Ohto's ears jumping at the sound of her voice, the woman acting as if anything she had done prior to this was remotely justifiable by what she had just told him. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single word, she cut him off.

"Again, I apologize for dragging you in here, but as I've explained the situation is dire. Don't worry about payment, I assure you that those who help in this exam will be given financial compensation for their efforts. In short, whatever amount of money we were going to pay the actor will be added as a bonus to your next paycheck. So, if it's money you're looking for then that end has already been dealt with. If it's a matter of safety, you should be fine. You're only task is to play the role of a wounded civilian in need of a rescue. You may be asked to evaluate the applicant or applicants that rescued you, so be sure to remember the faces of the ones who saved you. Understood?" she inquired. Well, of course he didn't understand, but at the time, his brain was to busy processing all the things the woman had told him to notice her go, leaving him where he is now, stranded in the middle of nowhere forced to do something that was never written in his job description.

Placing a hand over his eyes, Ohto reminiscing of the events preceding this had come to an end. Well, if he was gonna get paid a hefty sum for this then he might as well play his role right.

"Oh woe is me for my leg is stuck between the rock's bossom." he mocked, like hell he was gonna treat this seriously. Eventually, after a few minutes of waiting, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, his ears perking at the word 'Now'. Guess that was it then. The exam was finally starting. Now would someone hurry up and come rescue him already?
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Oh would they just hurry the hell up!, the impish fellow thought to himself as he laid on the ground helplessly, arms and legs sprawled across the dirt floor one leg stuck between two sizable rocks. Ohto heaved a sigh, bulbous olive eyes staring upward at the ceiling as he awaited for his 'heroes' to come rescue him from the wreckage caused by a supposed villain attack. What a load of bull. How he desperately wanted to go home and talk to his little brother, eager to listen to Nao telling him about his day and all the fun things he'd had gotten to do so far. If he could, he'd kick these stupid rocks off of him and march out of Sakura High as an unemployed man, but unemployment wasn't an option for this sad grey imp. No, a slightly above minimum wage pay check with his name on it hung in the balance. His performance here meant the difference between going home with twenty thousand yen paycheck or a forty-five thousand yen paycheck. Lying helplessly, he couldn't help but groan, the hoarse sound of his voice made it seem as if Ohto was actually in extreme pain. In truth, he was, but not because his leg was jammed between two rocks. This pain came from the fact that he was a janitor wagging his tail for the headmaster in order to get a couple of extra yen on his next check. Letting out another groan, he had to wonder how the hell he'd gotten himself in this situation in the first place.

Earlier, he was sure he was standing in the faculty room with Akiyama, the white haired hero having bribed him with the latest volume of Watanabe's top selling manga so he wouldn't tell anyone else about his embarrassing moment. Admittedly, he had agreed out of pity for the hero who wasn't what Ohto considered be the sharpest tool in the shed. The strange hero thanked him, invading his personal space by grabbing his hand while he showering him with thanks. Just as he thought the dude couldn't get any weirder, her asked him if his quirk had something to do with mind reading for some strange reason. Ohto didn't remember why he'd asked him such a thing, and didn't even get the chance to respond to his wild assertion before Akiyama rushed out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Ohto. The last thing he thought was how strange the whole situation had been for him, but now that the hero was gone Ohto thought he could finally do his job, starting with classroom 1-A. Shortly after Akiyama left, Ohto had did one last pat down to make sure he didn't drop anything before leaving the room himself, placing his newly received manga into his bag before locking the door. Everything that transpired after was a blur to him. He made his way to the custodial room, shoved his key into the lock, but was immediately pulled away by a random staff member, a woman who looked like she'd been caught up in a whirlwind. The lady's brown hair clung to sweat covered cheeks, her eyes shaking frantically while her hand shook as they wrapped around his slim wrist. Before he could get a word out, he was being dragged away by the abnormally strong crazed woman, no explanation, just her hands pulling him towards an unknown destination.

When he was finally set free, Ohto found himself in the middle of a broken down plaza, the woman commanding him to lie down where he stood which he hesitantly complied. Soon, he'd find the woman grabbing at his foot and shoving it between the two rocks that would act as his company before the practical exams.

"Nakamura is it?" she asked, not waiting for a response as she continued," I'm sorry that I dragged you here against your will, but right now we need all available staff members to help with the practical exams. Some of the actors we've hired to play the role of citizens are late, and we don't have time to wait for them to get here, hence why I've brought you. To act as one of the civilians for the students to rescue." she stated, Ohto's ears jumping at the sound of her voice, the woman acting as if anything she had done prior to this was remotely justifiable by what she had just told him. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single word, she cut him off.

"Again, I apologize for dragging you in here, but as I've explained the situation is dire. Don't worry about payment, I assure you that those who help in this exam will be given financial compensation for their efforts. In short, whatever amount of money we were going to pay the actor will be added as a bonus to your next paycheck. So, if it's money you're looking for then that end has already been dealt with. If it's a matter of safety, you should be fine. You're only task is to play the role of a wounded civilian in need of a rescue. You may be asked to evaluate the applicant or applicants that rescued you, so be sure to remember the faces of the ones who saved you. Understood?" she inquired. Well, of course he didn't understand, but at the time, his brain was to busy processing all the things the woman had told him to notice her go, leaving him where he is now, stranded in the middle of nowhere forced to do something that was never written in his job description.

Placing a hand over his eyes, Ohto reminiscing of the events preceding this had come to an end. Well, if he was gonna get paid a hefty sum for this then he might as well play his role right.

"Oh woe is me for my leg is stuck between the rock's bosom." he mocked, like hell he was gonna treat this seriously. Eventually, after a few minutes of waiting, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, his ears perking at the word 'Now'. Guess that was it then. The exam was finally starting. Now would someone hurry up and come rescue him already?
 
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Despite many believing the opposite, MJ was quite the bright woman especially without a brain power enhancing Quirk. She had finished with a little over ten minutes and so was just waiting around for the exam to be up. As she played with her hair, she felt very awkward without her Lucky Hat on but she felt that Paris would need it much more than she did. After the 10 minutes were up, another hologram showed up and it was one of the few heroes that MJ actually adored, since she had a pretty similar Quirk to him and so she adored how he used it, plus if they were closer in age, she would probably go straight or at the very least Bi for him. As he continued the speech she chuckled at the mistakes he made, especially the name of his script as he mentioned the five pillars MJ put her hand to her chin "Saving civvies, stopping villains, knowing when you need help, helping other Heroes and what else..." MJ thought to herself trying to think of an obvious 5th "pillar" as he called it, as she struggled to think of a final pillar, she perked up when she heard that the major villains would be faculty members, she smiled and cracked her knuckles at this reaction, watching people who weren't ready and when those people left, the floor turned black and they were dropped into an archway and then Gatekeeper yelled out "Now" MJ started running into the area, her very first instinct was too hurry and stop the villains instead her body, seemed to not go that route and she started reaching robots underneath rubble using her glitching to strategically move rubble off of the robot and started handing them off to others so she could help more civilians and punch robots. As she dodge out of the way of falling rubble, she kept her eyes and ears open for any of the obvious faculty as villains, continuing to help others
 
swordsman.jpgHunter finished the test five minutes early, though he was smart he hated tests and homework, he would rather use his intellect in combat. Upon hearing the test was over his fighting spirit flared up, causing some of the people around him to feel nervous and scared under his intense aura, causing several students near him to bow out of continuing the exam. Upon being dropped into the cityscape he ripped off his 750 pound weighted clothing, throwing it at the nearest robot before summoning as sword and using it to cut up the debris covering the victims around him.

"Someone help them while I fend off the robots!" He yelled before dashing off at incredible speed, cutting into the nearest robots with his claymore he materialized from his quirk, extending the blade to cut it in half. His fighting spirit rocketing as he continued forward cutting robots into pieces with perfect form, precision, and power.
 
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After the written test concluded, Lynn managed to flag down a faculty member, a middle aged woman carrying a stack of finished tests. Lynn put her hands together and respectfully bowed. "Sorry to bother you, miss. I'm a second year student and was hoping I could watch the practical test with the teachers observing, or maybe in the teacher's lounge... I'm not the only upperclassman interested in watching."

"Sure, follow me," the woman replied.

Lynn waved down Kaeru before she followed the faculty woman down the hall. They walked toward the teacher's lounge.

"Just make sure the room stays clean," the woman said as she unlocked the door. She put the stack of paper on the counter and turned on the TV. After jumping some technical hoops, an image of a staged city and teenagers appeared.

"We will, thank you!" Lynn replied as the woman picked up the papers and left. "Looks like it's starting," she said to Kaeru. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs in a tomboy style*. She looked relaxed, but she could sympathize with how nervous some of the examines must be; last year that would have been her on the screen.

*Lynn wears shorts under her school uniform's skirt.

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Paris had nearly gotten up and bowed out of the test, but she had an odd shadow of a thought that kept her seated. She was just trying to bring it clearly to mind when the floor disappeared beneath her, and she let out a scream, landing on her hands and knees on... old asphalt. Loose pebbles hurt her hands, and before she could hardly think clearly, Gatekeeper announced the start of the test.

Chaos ensued around her, the girl just trying to get to her feet while the thousands of other hopefuls raced past her, jostling her and shoving her back onto the ground. Once most everyone had past her, Paris shakily found her feet, and opened up her satchel with fingers that wouldn't do what they were told. She took out a variety of seeds and planted them in her arms.

Chinese wisteria... a couple of Lianas... The girl's hands were cold and shaky.

Then she remembered the thought that had found her earlier. You were saved and raised up to become a hero because your parents were heroes. If you don't become a hero, you have no purpose. Depressing as it was, it cultivated an odd sense of determination. A strange freedom to be reckless. And though she was one of the last, perhaps even the very last, to run into the crumbling city, she gritted her teeth and ran in like she was fighting to be the first.

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Kaeru Tamesanaide
Location: Sakura High

Tamesanaide's eyes beamed brightly for a moment once the second-year accepted his presence. Disregarding the low-standards he currently had for happiness - a topic he'd review at a much later date - Kaeru glanced down at Lynn's hand. A moment's hesitation is squashed as Kaeru rubs his fingers together, the insulating rubber wrapped in thick cloth a comforting sensation. His lips quirk up in a meager smile as takes her hand in his, a quick but firm shake on his part before he pulls away. "Lynn?" He repeats it aloud, making sure he heard her correctly the first time. Once she made no visible reaction, a good sign he was accurate, Kaeru nodded once more, almost to himself. 'Congrats, Tamesanaide. You're not the loneliest guy here today.' That crisis was, thankfully, averted until the next social event Akira and Kubo established they wished to attend, only to leave Kaeru by his lonesome.

The older student blinked once Lynn started to speak. 'Ahhh. She's here to support'em.' Kaeru nodded absentmindedly. Partially, he was here to see what the next years rookies would look like. It wasn't a great interest of his, Tamesanaide found the losers a lot more interesting. Those who didn't make the cut. 'Surprisingly good self esteem boost.' A shallow, vain thought, and one that he was rare to voice to his actual friends. In front of the stranger, Kaeru found himself keeping those thoughts away from his tongue. "Hopefully it'll make them think we're cheering for'em." He offered, close to what each were here for.

"Know any of'em?" The Hero-in-training inquired. "Siblings, cousins, neighbors?" Tamesanaide was certain, if he checked thoroughly, a handful of the applicants would be familiar. Ties from his father, business associates' children, maybe even a cousin or neighbor deep in the ranks. It was that 'go big or go home' attitude that inspired so many to apply for the exclusive hero school, Tamesanaide would be surprised if anyone didn't attempt to enter, that wished to pursue their life style. "Think I saw someone I know." He told the half-truth, for the sake of making idle conversation.

As the written test proceeded, Kaeru found his list of topics dwindling. In the face of having to make awkward small talk, he resigned himself to a comfortable - for him anyways - silence. Resting a gloved hand at the nape of his neck, Tamesanaide recounted his own entry exam with a peculiar warmth. 'Things seemed easier then,' Being a hero was all about action and adventure, securing victory from the jaws of defeat, encouraging others.. Nothing that Tamesanaide particularly found endearing, but doable. A check list he could mentally run down each and every day before collecting a pay check for his various altruistic deeds. That dream, a lifestyle so simple it aught to be illegal, was dashed within the first month at Sakura High. The work load, the stress and expectations were beyond what the electricity-producer anticipated. In hindsight, such obstacles were expected. A top hero school would drill their pupils relentlessly. But a young teenager like him, fresh into this life style with no prior warnings? 'Considered dropping out. Nearly did.' It made Kaeru curious to know if the current roster of registered replacements were as ignorant as a younger Kaeru. 'Probably.' He assumed.

His eyes dashed over to the girl - Lynn - and thought quickly on her predicament. 'She seems to be the hero type. Came here to encourage a bunch of people she'll never know.' It made his own true reasons feel even shallower, a pathetic knot of guilt built in his stomach, and with a series of sighs Kaeru banished it away.

Soon enough, the written exam was over and the infamous Gatekeeping hero appeared. A few faulty lines, of which the Hero-in-training was certain came with a certain comedic age and purpose, no hero could blunder that badly, so repetitively. And the physical edition of the test began. His partner for the day was quick to find them accommodations to actually keep track of the test, both following a vaguely familiar faculty member into a normally restricted room. With a mutter, a short promise to keep things 'clean', Kaeru found himself hitting the couch seconds after the second-year.

'Oh. . She's gonna sit like that.'
A wandering eye found her posture provocative, but he focused on the television rather than the riding skirt. "They're doing the city?" He exclaimed with a drop of surprise. "Couldn't really be too original." He blew a stream of hot air out of his mouth. "Dealing with the robots'll be easy," Already, a handful of students dashed into danger, adrenaline moving them faster than rational thought. Not that Kaeru could blame them. "It's remembering to not ignore everything else that's a pain. Almost a dirty trick, really." He complained, throwing a hand dramatically in front of his face. "One of the few time's we're allowed to go all out with our quirks, obviously a buncha' kids will be preoccupied with being liberated for the first time."


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umiko yamaguchi;

mood: jumpin'
mentions: gatekeeper ( One Mean Ghost One Mean Ghost )
tags: MJ ( Xcelgamer Xcelgamer )
Tentacles moved frantically across the paper, small specks of slime decorating the pages with each flick of her multiple pencils. There were only five minutes on the clock and three questions left to answer. The first part heavily focused on math which was simple once she equated all the numbers to yen in her head. Japanese wasn't that great, but she could make do with what she knew, although she felt that some phrasing of certain sentences were a little bit off. Science and history were okay as well, but as she stared down at the last three questions her head begin to pound. Who was the monster who decided to put English on a Japanese test? She growled as she bit at the end of one of her pencils as one tentacle went about erasing her mistakes while the other was rewriting what she wrote. The two were at odds with each other, conflicted on whether or not to erase or write at one point, the little octopus confused at whether she was even making a proper sentence. Rectangular eyes looked up at the clock to see three minutes remaining, her tentacle moving faster than before. How the hell do you translate 'May I have a sticker, please?' into English? Better yet, why are they askin' some stranger for a sticker anyway? Go buy your own pack, they ain't that expensive!, she thought to herself as she butchered the remainder of her test with a mixture of mucus and pencil smudges. Writing her last word, she dropped her pencils and decided it was high time to give it up. With only one minute left, she looked at her handiwork, the sentence reading 'Mei I take a sticker, now?', the other sentence not holding up any better, one being completely illegible. Right or wrong she had no clue, but she wasn't worried as she felt she did just well enough on the other subjects that she would at least pass. Not with flying colors, but a pass was a pass in her book. Soon, the timer went off notifying all students that test was over.

The octopus sat in her seat and awaited for someone to come pick up her test, a young man no older than twenty-five came to collect her exam. He wore a vibrant smile that grew slightly distorted when he arrived at her desk, the table and paper covered in a thick goo that caused the pages to stick together. Forget about the practical exam, if they couldn't even open the packet without ripping up the pages it wouldn't matter how she did out there she would still fail. Upon noticing him staring, Umiko gave the man a warm toothy grin, the girl flicking some of the thicker globs of mucus off the edge of the paper as if that had solved the future grader's problem.

"What's wrong? Here, take it." she urged, the man's smile slowly returning, unaware that he had lost it at all.

"Oh right, yes. Thank you." he thanked as he took her exam putting it at the bottom of the stack in his hand just before moving on to the next examinee.

Weird. Did all city folk act like that? She didn't know, but what did it matter when there was suddenly a huge head looming over her, a bronze skin man taking everyone's attention. Aye, that's another one of those hologramy thingies they be sellin' on the market nowadays. Wonder how much they go for?, she wondered as the man began to give his speech, or pieces of a speech. Umiko didn't really understand what he was going for. He shuffled through papers like her mother counted money, except less efficiently and much, much slower.

"Yea, you should go on and fire the fella if they messed up ya papers this bad." she agreed as the man exclaimed about firing his secretary. Glad she wasn't in his shoes right now, just imagining all of the money that the fella would lose if they were fired from such a high paying job. Just the thought of it made her shiver. That would be terrifying.

The man eventually found the right script and began explaining what the actual exam would be. So essentially they were fighting robots and saving folks from the ruin caused by a villain attack. Not only that, but they would also be fighting active villains who were actually teachers who agreed to play the role. They got points depending on how many robots they destroyed, the number of people saved, and if they could hold off a villain seeing as she wasn't dumb enough to think they could take on pro-heroes at this level. After that, the room shook for a moment, Umiko closing her eyes and then opening them to see that she was no longer in the auditorium but in a huge city, the sounds of crashing and screaming could be heard in the distance. Even for a simulation, she had to admit that she did feel like she was at the scene of a villain attack. That was the power of money she supposed, and soon that money would belong to her. Flashing a sharp grin, she began to look for the easy points, finding civilians. As much as she'd love to go fighting robots, Umiko thought it would be better to focus on rescuing folks while providing cover for other heroes. She had about eight useful arms, ten if she included the ones attached to her torso. Speaking of, she grabbed a bottle of water from her waist and poured it over her head, her skin feeling and moving a lot better now that it was hydrated.

"Now then, let get to saving some city folks ... or some fake city folk!" she exclaimed, running in a random direction without really much thought. After a couple of seconds she stumbled upon a girl disappearing and reappearing sporadically who was punching robots. Umiko flinched, thinking how much it would hurt if she were to punch anything with these jelly fingers she called hands. From behind, she could see a robot sneak up behind some of the fallen debris, one of Umiko's longer tentacles reaching for a medium size rock.

"Aye, duck!" she hollered while launching the rock full force at the robot's head, causing it to fall back. A second rock was thrown at one that tried to take the stranger from the right, the sound of a civilian could be heard as the second rock hit. Running past the girl, she took to saving the old man wearing a school boy's outfit, talking on a childish tone.

"Couldn't really afford a kid huh?" she mumbled to herself before picking the man (child?) up with one of her larger tentacles.

"Don't worry uh ... little fella, I'll take you to safety right away." she assured, the man staring at her in tears his lip twitching slightly at her words. Had she flubbed somewhere? Unsure, she continued on with her plan, stopping to look at the other applicant.

"You alright over there?" she inquired, jogging in place as she awaited for the girl to answer before taking her leave towards the health center.
coded by luna.


Tentacles moved frantically across the paper, small specks of slime decorating the pages with each flick of her multiple pencils. There were only five minutes on the clock and three questions left to answer. The first part heavily focused on math which was simple once she equated all the numbers to yen in her head. Japanese wasn't that great, but she could make do with what she knew, although she felt that some phrasing of certain sentences were a little bit off. Science and history were okay as well, but as she stared down at the last three questions her head begin to pound. Who was the monster who decided to put English on a Japanese test? She growled as she bit at the end of one of her pencils as one tentacle went about erasing her mistakes while the other was rewriting what she wrote. The two were at odds with each other, conflicted on whether or not to erase or write at one point, the little octopus confused at whether she was even making a proper sentence. Rectangular eyes looked up at the clock to see three minutes remaining, her tentacle moving faster than before. How the hell do you translate 'May I have a sticker, please?' into English? Better yet, why are they askin' some stranger for a sticker anyway? Go buy your own pack, they ain't that expensive!, she thought to herself as she butchered the remainder of her test with a mixture of mucus and pencil smudges. Writing her last word, she dropped her pencils and decided it was high time to give it up. With only one minute left, she looked at her handiwork, the sentence reading 'Mei I take a sticker, now?', the other sentence not holding up any better, one being completely illegible. Right or wrong she had no clue, but she wasn't worried as she felt she did just well enough on the other subjects that she would at least pass. Not with flying colors, but a pass was a pass in her book. Soon, the timer went off notifying all students that test was over.

The octopus sat in her seat and awaited for someone to come pick up her test, a young man no older than twenty-five came to collect her exam. He wore a vibrant smile that grew slightly distorted when he arrived at her desk, the table and paper covered in a thick goo that caused the pages to stick together. Forget about the practical exam, if they couldn't even open the packet without ripping up the pages it wouldn't matter how she did out there she would still fail. Upon noticing him staring, Umiko gave the man a warm toothy grin, the girl flicking some of the thicker globs of mucus off the edge of the paper as if that had solved the future grader's problem.

"What's wrong? Here, take it." she urged, the man's smile slowly returning, unaware that he had lost it at all.

"Oh right, yes. Thank you." he thanked as he took her exam putting it at the bottom of the stack in his hand just before moving on to the next examinee.

Weird. Did all city folk act like that? She didn't know, but what did it matter when there was suddenly a huge head looming over her, a bronze skin man taking everyone's attention. Aye, that's another one of those hologramy thingies they be sellin' on the market nowadays. Wonder how much they go for?, she wondered as the man began to give his speech, or pieces of a speech. Umiko didn't really understand what he was going for. He shuffled through papers like her mother counted money, except less efficiently and much, much slower.

"Yea, you should go on and fire the fella if they messed up ya papers this bad." she agreed as the man exclaimed about firing his secretary. Glad she wasn't in his shoes right now, just imagining all of the money that the fella would lose if they were fired from such a high paying job. Just the thought of it made her shiver. That would be terrifying.

The man eventually found the right script and began explaining what the actual exam would be. So essentially they were fighting robots and saving folks from the ruin caused by a villain attack. Not only that, but they would also be fighting active villains who were actually teachers who agreed to play the role. They got points depending on how many robots they destroyed, the number of people saved, and if they could hold off a villain seeing as she wasn't dumb enough to think they could take on pro-heroes at this level. After that, the room shook for a moment, Umiko closing her eyes and then opening them to see that she was no longer in the auditorium but in a huge city, the sounds of crashing and screaming could be heard in the distance. Even for a simulation, she had to admit that she did feel like she was at the scene of a villain attack. That was the power of money she supposed, and soon that money would belong to her. Flashing a sharp grin, she began to look for the easy points, finding civilians. As much as she'd love to go fighting robots, Umiko thought it would be better to focus on rescuing folks while providing cover for other heroes. She had about eight useful arms, ten if she included the ones attached to her torso. Speaking of, she grabbed a bottle of water from her waist and poured it over her head, her skin feeling and moving a lot better now that it was hydrated.

"Now then, let get to saving some city folks ... or some fake city folk!" she exclaimed, running in a random direction without really much thought. After a couple of seconds she stumbled upon a girl disappearing and reappearing sporadically who was punching robots. Umiko flinched, thinking how much it would hurt if she were to punch anything with these jelly fingers she called hands. From behind, she could see a robot sneak up behind some of the fallen debris, one of Umiko's longer tentacles reaching for a medium size rock.

"Aye, duck!" she hollered while launching the rock full force at the robot's head, causing it to fall back. A second rock was thrown at one that tried to take the stranger from the right, the sound of a civilian could be heard as the second rock hit. Running past the girl, she took to saving the old man wearing a school boy's outfit, talking on a childish tone.

"Couldn't really afford a kid huh?" she mumbled to herself before picking the man (child?) up with one of her larger tentacles.

"Don't worry uh ... little fella, I'll take you to safety right away." she assured, the man staring at her in tears his lip twitching slightly at her words. Had she flubbed somewhere? Unsure, she continued on with her plan, stopping to look at the other applicant.

"You alright over there?" she inquired, jogging in place as she awaited for the girl to answer before taking her leave towards the health center.
 
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