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The other students had followed the same process that Karada had, rising up from the truck and walking to form a line in front of the horned man. As they all did, it became apparent that this man was their principal... Or, at the very least, a high ranking teacher. Karada spent several minutes examining him, even as they entered into the surprisingly clean and well-kept [s]house[/s] school. All Karada was able to deduce about this individual before becoming surprised by his surroundings was that he had incredibly sharp nails, that could be viable as slashing weapons, and 2 large curved horns, not unlike his new friend, Gank. The group continued throughout the house, and Karada couldn't help noticing the newspaper clippings, detailing the... eccentric life that this man had lived before he had come to the school. He also noticed the other students all looked at the clippings as well, with mixed reactions etched across their faces. In all honesty, the fact that this man used to be a villain didn't really impact Karada that much. He was in the worst hero's school in all of Japan, and this place was really one of the only places left for Karada. He was kicked out of his home, had no place to live, and had 200,000 yen to his name. It didn't matter if his teacher or principal was a sociopathic killer, so being a villain didn't matter much. 

All the furniture they had seen so far seemed relatively ancient, yet Karada wouldn't have been surprised to see any of these pieces in his parent's home. They spoke of high living standards, and Karada was slightly saddened to see that pieces of such high quality were in a place like this. However, maybe it was that they were in a place like this, that they truly stood out. Each piece looked ancient, yet they had been taken care of incredibly well, standing the test of time for years without submitting. It reminded Karada of what his old classmates believed a hero to be. A person who stood up to adversity, and never gave up in the face of danger. Karada always admired these types of people - not for their actions, but for the results of these actions. People loved the heroes. People loved their actions, their ideals, the ground they walk on. Praise awaited their every turn, and if they were treated like they didn't belong or weren't loved, they would be able to stand on their own feet, rather than shrivel up in a corner and take the insults. Karada wanted to become a hero for this. He had spent years for this. He wasn't going to be screwed over by some persons lie, and he was going to show everyone who had mistreated him that he didn't need money or power to stand against them.

The group eventually exited through the back door of the building, only to make their way to another large building only a short walk away. The man immediatly stopped moving and, as everyone was following like ducklings, we all stopped as well. He turned on his heel, motioning for them to line up against the wall as if they were picking teams for dodge ball. This is when the man finally introduced himself.

"Listen up. My name is Lorken, founder and operator of this tiny slice of hell uou will henceforth call home. The state has awarded me custody of those of you under suspicion, or in custody of the police. The rest of you have had your legal guardians sign off on a dismissal waver. Now, quirk testing time. If I'm going to see how you stack up as heroes than you'll have to show me how you handle a villain. Don't pull a punch or hold back a hit, because I won't and neither will the men and women on the streets. When your name is called out, you will approach. The rest of you will wait in the next room until your names are called."

The man named Lorken then pointed to the tanned boy with harpoons dangling from his arms, motioning him into the gym. Karada spent a large amount of time sitting next to Gank, the two sharing his cigarettes. Karada finished his first one, snuffing it out, and stopping. He hated the taste, and he had to be in his top shape for this. Karada's quirk was never built as a combat quirk - it is defensive, and that's about it. Karada originally planned on simply using it as a benefit to typical combat and countering suicide missions; after all, entering a place where people will shoot you on sight didn't really matter when you could just stand still while the enemy wasted their ammo. But actual combat was not Karada's strong suit - the few techniques and tricks he had created relied entirely on his opponent not knowing his power, being a trained professional, or having a set amount of ammunition that he could simply wait for the opponent to use up. Karada pulled his head back, trying to think up a strategy, and eventually settling on the most offensive technique he had. By the time he had finally opened his eyes, the vertically challenged man named Kazuto had exited the gymnasium, and Karada saw Lorken standing in the doorway, motioning him over.

Karada slowly rose to his feet, before taking off his jacket and tie, before finally unbuttoning his dress shirt. Lorken's nails were incredibly sharp, and if the cuts on the previous students didn't show that he used them as a weapon, than Karada didn't know what did. He had already ruined his pants, he sure as hell wasn't going to ruin his last jacket and dress shirt. As he did this, Karada's fairly muscular body (though nowhere near as impressive as Lorken's or some of the other students) and numerous scars from physical abuse were revealed. Folding them neatly and placing them where he was sitting, Karada made his way over to the horned man, as if he was walking to the devil himself. They entered the gymnasium, before positioning themselves on opposite sides. 

"Come. Let us see if money makes the man."

Karada frowned slightly. This man was like the others, seeing him as a wealthy man rather than a person who had trained hard and put in hundreds of hours of work. Karada raised his chin slightly before uttering out a response

[color=a36209]"Money may make the man, but I'm no man. I'm a hero."[/color]

With that, Karada ran towards Lorken. He did so in a novice way, and Karada wasn't moving nearly as fast as he could. His form was terrible, and he moved barely faster than a light jog. But that was just what Karada wanted - to look as pathetic and novice as possible. Upon making it close enough to Lorken, Karada immediately threw a punch aimed straight at Lorken's jaw. It left Karada wide open, and a single strong punch to the stomach would cause him to crumple to the ground and choke (Or at least, for someone who had ran as slowly as Karada had, it would). A counter attack against it would have been very easy, and Karada was expecting Lorken to punch him in the stomach. 

Right before his fist made contact, and the counter attack would have already instinctively begun, Karada executed the actual technique. He had spent years perfecting it: Right before contact, Karada would freeze his body, and remain perfectly still, not even breathing, and activating his quirk. Learning to stop a punch while throwing it as hard as you could instantly took an immense amount of effort, but Karada was confident in this technique: foes who had experience in combat, like he assumed Lorken had, would counter the pathetic punch easily with an uppercut to the stomach - only to break their hands on an unmovable object.

If everything had gone well, and Lorken countered, than he would break his own hand against Karada's body, and Karada would be able to punch him in the throat while he was in pain and shock. Not the most honorable of actions, but he was going to do everything he needed to in order to achieve his dream.

[@Zelosse]