[h1][center][color=aba000]ACION[/color][/center][/h1]
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The bell rang not long after Acion finishes his conversation with Donny. And right after that, a somewhat familiar homeroom teacher walked in. Ah yes! He is L Guardian, one of the heroes that he looked up to next to his parents. And he was his homeroom teacher? What a faithful encounter this was, and he sure was going to enjoy his company. He apparently was looking down upon the new students, but Acion saw his attitude completely reasonable. Students of hero academy nowadays lack their grasp on their sacred fate they were bestowed upon. They were training to become heroes, and yet they did not have that passion at all. The answer to the question what makes a man a hero was very simple, and yet many people disappointed the young Acion with their nonchalant answers.

Acion stood up and left the classroom at his orders without any hesitation, leaving his bag on the chair as he moved, since they were going to return to the classroom after all. He made a beeline to the lockers and opened it, seeing the jumpsuit neatly folded inside. He took it out and slowly unfolded it. It indeed was convenient, the material was made stretchy so that it could fulfill his acrobatic maneuvers both in the sky and on the ground. It also smelled nice as well. With this, Acion had thought it would be great, but there's one thing. One thing. One SMALL thing: It's a completely normal jumpsuit!

You would be asking yourself why the fuck he was making a fuss inside his mind with that. You see, the students are allowed to make a request to the school to specially design the uniform to accommodate with their specific quirks, and the fact that the school ignored them the first time for his normal uniform was already a not so happy thing for Acion, but he dismissed them as being too busy. And now twice! If the jumpsuit has no holes at the back, where the hell will Acion accommodate his wings? They were totally unprepared for his arrival, or anybody's arrival, because of their maddening thoughts of making a 'racing against time' test. 

Acion could feel his veins racing to his head, but refrained from showing it to the others. He knew that he would have to take matters into his own hand. He laid the shirt out, the back facing upwards, ripped off a feather from his upper wings, and used it to cut a few holes on the suit. It would be damaging to the school's property, but if they had allowed Acion to send in request to make a modified uniform, only to be ignored, then there should be no reason for them to object to this. Of course, he only cut where he needed it, so as not to squander any of the school's resources. 

After finishing, he spent another five minutes just to put on the shirt. It was difficult, providing that he did not have anybody to help him. Or rather, did not want to have one. He considered it to be something he had to overcome by himself first before asking for anybody's help. And then the next five minutes to do the rest, and he was all set to go. [hr]

[center][h3]Training Ground Echo[/h3][/center]

It didn't look like a training ground at all. 

This was a construction site.

For a brief moment, Acion had a feeling that they weren't even considering building a training ground and instead preferring to use a bunch of metal pegs and vehicles as obstacles. Still, it still had its merits, since the heroes practically will have to fight in places like this, not in a specially built compound. 

[color=aba000]"The arena looks unforgiving."[/color]

Indeed it was. The harsh sand, the enclosed space between the metal pegs, and the towering cranes. The stage wasn't his preferrence, but it was his thriller.

His smile of excitement was visible

[color=aba000]"Thus begins a new test of strength..."[/color]