The car came to a quick halt in front of Kosei Academy and the jolt woke Iccho from his sleep. He quickly came to his senses and quickly stepped out of the car. The light of the sun was blinding and it took a few seconds to adjust. Iccho started towards the back of the car to unload his luggage, but the chauffeur stopped him.

"Your luggage will be delivered to your dorm room which you will head to after orientation," the driver interjected rather abruptly. This did not sit right with Iccho, the duffel bag had been his father's and it brought him back to the days on the sea the two spent together. It was because of Iccho's father that he even came to this academy. His father was a man of strong morals and a strong moral compass. Iccho inherited this from his father, but he did not inherit his father's gregarious personality. Where his father was able to lead his crew with ease, Iccho always had a problem of having people follow his lead. Iccho feels that the duffel bag, and it's contents connect him to his father's spirit and help him grow to be like his father.

Iccho knew that his father would just laugh off the stern driver, but that is difficult for Ichho. Through gritted teeth Iccho mumbled, [color=0072bc]"That's fine. Just make sure nothing is tampered with."[/color] Iccho then forced a smile and made his way toward the crowd. He let his eyes lead his legs as he made his drifted toward his new classmates. His eyes wandered as the march towards his future drew closer. Growing up in basically a glorified fishing village made this forested miniature city seem like a different country. The opulence of the entire campus came off as slightly gaudy to Iccho. This is the wealth that city folk have while those on the outskirts have to fend for themselves. Sure there are more villains in the big cities, but when a villain strikes in the boonies; it will take hours for any hero to show up and help. That is why his father died and Iccho swore to become a certified hero. Then he would move back home and be the hero that helps the islanders of the Nagasaki Prefecture.

He didn't have time to dwell on anger though; his father would never do that. As he came back to his senses, he was bumped into by a tall girl with long black hair. She said a quick informal sorry and then she was gone. Iccho could not stand that. This day had been stressful for him due to the whole move, the driver, the reminder of his poor life, and this was the final straw. He followed her as she weaved her way through the crowd. His mind became singularly focused on speaking to this girl and getting a proper apology from her. The crowd made it tough to follow her, but he was able to pick up her trail once the crowd thinned out. He quickly looked around and then he saw her lording over a much smaller girl. He didn't make any assumptions about what connection they had or what was going on. Iccho just wanted to make sure that he would not be disrespected.

He marched up to the girl and formally introduced himself, "[color=0072bc]My name is Iccho Matsuo. You just bumped into me rather rudely, and I would appreciate a proper apology."[/color] He finished his statement with a small sense of accomplishment that he was able to stand up for himself to these city people as he waited for the girl's response. 

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