[center][h1][color=B7618D][u]S h i o r i[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub][b]April 7th -- School Grounds[/b][/sub] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[i][color=B7618D]How low-spirited this school is! And on the first day![/color][/i]

Shiori Kanemaru crossed her arms as she began walking through the hallway corridors of the acclaimed hero academy. She wasn’t sure what to expect out of Ishin Academy when she decided to be the best hero she could be and applied to several academies all over Japan. Having been prospectively accepted by several, she decided that Ishin was [i]the[/i] best choice to develop her quirk. She knew the school’s reputation as being [i]ruthless[/i] but [i]all[/i] of the hero academies were said to be grueling and unflinching in its preparation of its students for their future as a licensed hero or sidekick. Though after the speech by the academy’s principal she was a bit taken back and wondering if she should’ve stayed in her hometown, Osaka, which housed a hero academy of its own though it was well out of the top ten in Japan and barely on the radar on the international scale.

She had already memorized the floorplan of the school on the train ride to Sapporo, she wasn’t exactly wanting to be one of the students whose faces were glued to the map and running into whoever and whatever due to the big piece of paper being in their face. The black-haired Japanese girl was glad that she had what her mother called an “astute” memory. Which was exactly why she was the first student to get to class 1-A, as far as she could tell. She was almost proud of that fact. Upon her arrival, she wondered if she should’ve waited for her classmates for a few minutes before entering the room to share in the excitement and thrill of their new surroundings. What kind of students were going to be her peers and future friends? What kind of quirks did they have? Were they dour like the school itself or bright like the sun? Questions that made her hesitate albeit for only a moment. She poked her head into the room, her body covering the entrance of the classrom as she took the initiative to take a little sneak peek.

[i][color=B7618D]Wonder where I’ll be sitting?[/color][/i]

The designation for her homeroom came with a seating chart; she did not forget nor did it really surprise her that she didn’t get to pick her own seat in a school as rigorous and over-serious like Ishin Academy. Not that it mattered all that personally to her considering four was her favorite number, anyway! The assigned number could have meant something as simple as fourth in the back or fourth in the front. Which one would it be? Her hands moved to her back as she leaned over to inspect the room; a room that was apparently as empty as a henhouse after a visit from a fox. Not a student, or teacher for that matter, in sight.

A warm smile graced her lips as she knew this was going to be the beginning of so many great things. She’d show her class that you didn’t have to be gloomy and dour to be a student at Ishin Academy!