"自慢."

Grunted a student near one of the windows on the second story, he gazed out at the aircraft taking into the air and away - shaking his head as it did so. His eyes kept their gaze on the showoff who walked out of it.

Ryouta Himonaga placed one hand on his cheek, resting his head against the ledge, the wind gently swept his autumn brown hair as he did so. He had skipped the newcomer's welcome speech. Not that he found it boring or was being purposely delinquent, it just did not make any sense since he was not exactly a newcomer anymore. He and his village had moved to AcadeMMO a year ago when their town was ruined, most of them anyway, and it was much more informal than this. Trying to be responsible He still greeted and helped any new lost souls he met, the premises were much larger than what most of them were used to living in, that much he could tell - and with the whole semester beginning, some were bound to loose their way and stumble about.


But no such encounters today.


When the new student walked out of his sight, he lost that moment of interest. 




Taking a deep breath, he turned around and watched the incoming horde of unfaRmiliar faces. While he did not know who they were individually, he could tell them apart by the uniforms they wore. Everyone had or eventually will have a unique way to dress eventually, even if they were the same class there will always be differences in the way they fight - and your uniform will show it, no matter how subtle. The most obvious were of course the ones between Magicians and Martialists, He himself wore a Magi's outfit complete with hood and long sleeves. Two symbols sewn in cloth wrapped around his right arm like a crest of sorts, representing class and speciality. There was in the higher band, an octogon with a cross embedded in it's center. The other, a heptacle that was surrounded in mythic symbols. He was a handsome looking individual with rather refIned features, asian in appearance but with dyed hair and a slightly pale skin. Though his wardrobe made him look slimmer, he was not too lanky and managed to keep his posture straight. A noble looking weapon sat at waist level in a highly decorated cover, it seemed like a sword of oriental origins and had an aura of elegance to it.


His eyes wandered fRom face to face, greeting them with a wry smile as they approached, but honestly, it started to feel awkward very quickly. His attention was distracted a neon red glow shortly, to his relief - someone had already begun practicing in the sparring rooms! Taking leave of the window sill, Ryouta briskly and gladly made his way to the arena. Something interesting was about to happen, he could sense it.






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_**Beep!**_


Was the sound of the glass door as it opened for a new student.

He sauntered to the spectator's seats and found a nice central area where he could see the whole match. There were two students, martialists, they seemed like they were mid-match. He grabbed a packet of rice crackers which he had hidden in his sleeves and began snacking on them as he watched.


_Munch, munch ..._