[H2][center][color=9ACD32][b]Sen Kimoto[/b][/color][/center][/H2]
[Center][b]8:15[/b][/center]
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A quiet young man sauntered behind the main rush of students barging their way through the main entrance of the famed Komei Academy. Pale yellow eyes flicked about the scene before him. Kids attempting to rush past the security guards, others choosing the side entrances, one girl went as far as to scale a tree, it was utter anarchy. Sen kept his casual pace, knowing fourteen minutes was more than enough time to get to class. Instead of trying to push his way past the guards, he decided the left wing might be more [i]tasteful.[/i] The yellow eyed boy entered the hallway with his hands firmly set in his pockets, the mechanisms that filtered out his poisonous breath whirring inside his modified gas mask. He arrived just in time for his hair and jacket to be blown by a strong gust of wind. A boy seemed to have some sort of speed enhancing quirk and he managed to pull off quite the flashy display to get past the teacher guarding the way. 

Sen couldn't help but chuckle at the boy as he yelled some sort of mantra before pulling off the display. He couldn't deny it, the boy had moxie for sure. Energy radiated off his classmate as he shot past the teacher and celebrated with a small dance. Sen of course continued down the hall, seemingly unphased. The only time he drew his hands from his pockets was to lower his gas mask to hang around his neck as he approached Isshin's clones. Slowly a yellow gas began to slip from Sen's nose and mouth as the boy took great gulps of air, he always felt refreshed when he got to take his mask off. Any clones that got close enough to the gas would probably start to feel lethargic to down right stuck in place, using this advantage, Sen slipped past those who stood in his way, though he hoped the other students had enough sense to steer clear of his paralyzing breath. 

Once he was safely past Isshin, he pulled out the map he printed of the school. He had memorized the map but even he sometimes made mistakes and it would be awkward if he sat in another class while he was getting marked tardy in his actual class. Having found classroom 1-A, Sen entered normally and without the suave the earlier students had, though he had this relaxed confidence about him. It seemed as if he was right at home, after all, he would do anything to make it to the top. As he eyed all the students that had arrived before him, a determined from showed under his mask, not that anyone could see it. What they could see was him nod his head slightly and throw up two fingers in a peace symbol quickly, the regal looking gold ring on his index finger glinting in the sunlight crawling through the windows. Sen sat down in the back corner of the room, by the window, he always appreciated a nice view.