[center][color=DeepSkyBlue][h1][u]P e t e r[/u][/h1][/color][hr]• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub]April 7th -- School Grounds[/sub][hr][/center]

Normally Peter lead the way, with Mirror lazily following behind him.  Today it was different.  Today was Mirror's turn to lead, for Peter had no idea where he was going.  He had a map, but he couldn't read it the traditional way.  It became invisible whenever he held it, even to him.  There were only two real ways to solve the issue.  Either stop every once in a while to put the map on the ground to read it, which was most certainly not an option in the cascade of individuals within the Ishin school building, or have Mirror hold up his copy and read that.  He chose the latter answer.

As they walked, Peter reflected on the rather dour opening assembly.  Stern, strict, he could understand that.  You can't become a hero without discipline and all that.  But did they really need to be soulcrushing?  A major part about being a hero is the ability to inspire hope in others.  Dampening spirits was a much better strategy for villains than for heroes.

Then Peter had a new thought.  Perhaps the principal was purposefully acting villainous to test how easily the students' dreams gave way?  If heroes couldn't bring joy to themselves, they'd have a very difficult time bringing it to others.  It both seemed logical and, well, less depressing, so Peter decided to stick with that.

As he contemplated, the two of them arrived at their destination, class 1-A, to find the doorway blocked by a black-haired girl.  Probably a classmate, possibly a friend?  Mirror began folding up the map and sticking it in his pocket as Peter gave a cheery hello.
[color=DeepSkyBlue]"Hey, there!  Is this your first year here as well?"[/color] Peter asked, [color=DeepSkyBlue]"My name's Peter, nice to meet you!"[/color]

As he greeted her, Peter tried to look past her into the classroom itself.  It had ten desks, lined up in a bit of an untraditional pattern. Instead of two by five, it was layed out three by three, with one all alone in the front.  Peter felt a little sorry for whoever would have to sit there.  He knew he was number 8, which probably meant he was in the back.  That was at least an upside to this school.  For some reason in his past classes, he was always stuck at the front, which was especially bothersome for Peter in particular.  Mirror would always sit next to him on the floor and do his own thing, which was fine and all, but sometimes that included embarrassing himself or distracting everyone in the class.  Eventually Peter started keeping an eye on him and commanding him to stop whenever he was about to do something, but that split attention away from the class itself.  It wasn't great.

Besides the ten student desks, there was the teacher's desk in front.  Peter couldn't tell if it were just his imagination or not, but this desk seemed especially imposing.  Who was the homeroom teacher again?  Oh right, Knightmare.  
[color=LightSkyBlue][i]Charming name for a charming person, I'm sure.[/i][/color] he thought drearily.  This was gonna be good...

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