It was then that each of the members suddenly felt blinded by a flash of light. Across the room, a rather slender individual looked at them, his glasses deflecting light straight into their eyes.

He lowered his eyebrows as his face set into a small, yet worrisome, smile.

[Color=cyan]"Perfect."[/COLOR]

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The first day of school was always refreshing for one Kiril Gurevich. It was a day of awakening from the slumber that summer vacation seemed to be, especially for students who did not have teams yet. He wasn't slacking around of couse, as there was quite alot of research to be done about the upcoming season's roster, as well as evaluation and testing of his new Gear, but it all seemed too slow for him. He needed more pressure, and the first day of school felt like a vice grip slowly clamping around his body.

It was a wonderful sensation.

True to the results of his research, he found the recruitment poster he was looking for on the school's oublic bulletin. The team he targeted was in shambles, the ambition of its members tearing it apart until only the core remained. He could not ask for a better opportunity. The Celestial Star had all necessary doors open for it already, and all that was needed from it was for it to walk through.

Naturally, the team's usual sponsors would have limited patience for failure, but this is where he would come in.

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The young man approached the group, gliding like a hot knife through the crowd. He stopped at the distance that wouldn't require him to bend his head all the way down to see those seated, but still loomed over them, and over the newcomers.

[Color=cyan]"Good morning."[/color] his heavy European accent gave him away as a foreigner. Then again, the rest of the team did not seem chipped from the same block either. [Color=cyan]"Gurevich Kiril. I am here to join the Celestial Star."[/color]