(Our cast will take the same classes. NPC classmates are allowed as well. Homeroom class will only take place on Mondays. The other classes will take place on different days. First class is on tuesday, second class is on wednesday, third on thursday and fourth on friday. The weekend will be free. Everyone who has not submitted an character may do so at any time and hop in the role-play, this goes for the ones who were interested and newcomers as well. If there are any questions, feel free to ask.)

[b][Monday - 9:30 am][/b]

Headmaster Sin’chi Hajime stood next to his large window in his office. He could hear the birds outside chirping and the light of the bright sun filling his office with happiness. This energized him as well since he is a follower of the Hikari, martial artists who follow the path of the light. But the expression on his face was not a delightful one. There was something troubling him that he found difficult to express to others. While staring out of the window, there was one particular spot that he usually visits, outside of the school located near the front entrance was a monument that was built a century ago. The monument was an anomaly to many of the students and instructors, which was a good thing to him because the people did not need to know the truth about its creation. If they did…he feared the worst would happen.

Suddenly, the bells of the school began ringing like a loud gong. The monks who were in charge of the gongs slammed their wooden sticks against several of them on the tallest towers that were located in all four corners of the school’s perimeter. These towers also served as lookouts, with scopes that could see far and wide. When he heard this, Sin’chi knew that his time as the new headmaster of Mikado Daigaku had begun. He has received much respect from others, but today marks the day he would actually participate as being the headmaster. Previously, before school started he was writing out the rules of the school and what needed to be done. He was pushing and signing an endless amount of papers and was only able to rest for one night. He placed his left hand on top of the hilt of one of his katanas’ that was held at his waist under his sash. He turned around as one of the monks entered through a dojo styled sliding door. The monk bowed in respect.

“Hajime-san, one of the homerooms is in the need of assistance. The other homerooms will be instructed by other assistants. However, this room has no one else who has the means to attend. We ask if you could come and help. I can escort you there.” the monk finished.

Sin’chi raised his eyebrow and nodded his head without turning away from the window. The monk bowed and waited.

It is the first day of school and we already have a shortage of instructors and teaching assistants, He thought to himself.

After pausing for a brief moment, he turned around and followed the monk. He was led to an empty room with large windows aligned on the left wall, a huge dark green chalk board, and four rows with five desks each.

“The students will be arriving shortly, sensei.” The monk said again.

Sin’chi took a piece of chalk and wrote on the huge chalk board, “Headmaster Sin’chi Hajime, Homeroom Class #4. Afterwards, he sat down at the desk and waited for the students to enter and took a deep sigh then closed his eyes.