[center][h1][color=ed1c24][u][b]K a z u o[/b][/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  [b]> > > Mizushima Household, Sapporo (Japan) < < <[/b]
April 7th ~~ Kazuo's Kitchen [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[color=ed1c24]"Well it's about time I get going."[/color] Kazuo spoke calmly as he smiled and rose from the kitchen table. He'd just finished the huge spread of a breakfast his mother had made him. 

[color=ec008c]"Are you sure? Your father was going to stop by to see you off before work."[/color] His mother, Akane, questioned him as he brought his plate to the sink. She'd never quite gotten on board with his father's way of thinking. She believed that he was too strict and harsh. He was supportive of the choices his children, or even she, made. 

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah, he sent me a message earlier. He was called in early."[/color] Kazuo replied simply. He turned back to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. [color=ed1c24]"Besides, it's not like he's ecstatic about me going to a hero school anyway."[/color] The young man continued on to the front of the house where he knelt down to slip his shoes on. 

[color=ec008c]"Okay, well, at the very least call Natsumi later. She wants to talk to you." [/color]

Kazuo couldn't help, but laugh at this. [color=ed1c24]"Really?"[/color] It wasn't like he didn't understand the sentiment or her excitement that he was also pressing onward into the world of heroics. But he couldn't help but wonder what else his sister could possibly have to say that she hadn't conveyed in any of her 143 messages.[color=ed1c24] "Okay, okay..."[/color] He chuckled a bit more. [color=ed1c24]"I'll do it at lunch or something."[/color] He finally said after a soft slap to the back of his head by his doting mother. And so, without another word he was on his way to the beginning of his journey as a hero-in-training. 

[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  [b]> > > Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) < < <[/b]
April 7th ~~ School Grounds [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

And so, there he was. Kazuo sighed as he sat down in the Ishin auditorium. Here he wasn't anything more than another face in the crowd. But that's why he was here. He had to make himself stand out as he was sure so many other heroes once had to do when they were in his position. The young man was prepared for whatever this place might throw at him, though he had something of an idea of what might be coming his way considering the old man had pushed so hard for him to come to this school if he wasn't going to become a police officer. 

[color=ed1c24]"That's about what I thought."[/color] Kazuo mumbled to himself as the principle gave his speech. The world was one where powers and heroes were common place. It was true that competition was stiff, but he liked to believe there was a certain level of camaraderie that came far before that competition. The fact of the matter was, being the best didn't matter if there was nobody beside him to kick some ass with. Regardless, that was neither here nor there. 

Kazuo partially wished he would have been wrong about the overall feel of the school. It would be like a team of his father cracking down of him. Still, if he could handle the old man he could handle this. He wasn't about to let anything get in the way of him becoming one of the best heroes the world had ever seen. If there was anything he had picked up from his father it was this. If he was going to strive to be a hero he had to strive to be the best, no matter what might stand in his way. 

[color=ed1c24]"Still got a long way to go."[/color] He said with a smile, referring to himself as well as the other students around him as they all began to flood out of the auditorium. The tone set by the principal and the other heroes of the Ishin staff was one of dread for some, and motivation for others. To him it was the latter. He could handle this. Now, all he had to do was handle getting to class. [color=ed1c24]"I think... It was this way."[/color] 

Now, Kazuo hadn't been so irresponsible as to lose his map of the campus... But during an argument with his father, about a week prior, it had been burnt to a crisp as tempers flared. He couldn't help that. Just like he couldn't help being lost, if only for a moment after leaving the orientation. And so, after ten minutes of walking, and a small talk with who he believed to be a teacher, he'd found his way to his homeroom. Although, it as he turned the corner he was greeted to the end of what he believed to have been quite the spectacle. 

[color=ed1c24]"What is this a low budget anime?"[/color] He questioned himself at the sheer absurdity of what had been occurring prior to his arrival. He hadn't caught all of it, but he had more or less of an idea of what might have happened. There was a small tumble, a boy on top of a girl, or vice versa. Somebody freaked out about it, and somebody else came to help while one of the members of said fall apologized. And to bring it all together was a slime girl. "[color=ed1c24]She's probably a lot tougher than she looks."[/color] He admitted to himself quietly as he walked. 

After that you could say he had plunged deeper into though. He couldn't help but begin to think about what his other classmate's quirks would be like. [color=ed1c24]"I can't wa..."[/color] Before he could finish the sentiment he was pulled from his thoughts by another student entering the homeroom he was just about to enter. Hiro was ten different kinds of hyped up and Kazuo was sure this wouldn't end well. [color=ed1c24]"He started off so good too..."[/color] The young man couldn't help but mumble as he entered the room right after the old friend who'd subsequently dropped to the floor. 

[color=ed1c24]"Well..."[/color] He spoke aloud as he walked into  his homeroom. [color=ed1c24]"How does a guy follow that entrance?"[/color] He asked nobody in particular as he dropped his backpack to the ground and knelt beside Hirohiko. [color=ed1c24]"But I gotta be honest."[/color] He grinned as he positioned his hands on either side of the immobile student. [color=ed1c24]"I'm glad to know I'm not the only one aiming for the top."[/color] He said as he lifted his classmate up off the ground and walked him closer to the walk. 

Hirohiko was a bit heavier than Kazuo had expected, but he was glad he could do it, otherwise this would have been even more embarrassing. [color=ed1c24]"I'm Kazuo Mizushima, by the way."[/color] He said as he propped Hirohiko up in a standing position against the wall. At least he wouldn't be sprawled out on the floor until he got himself back to normal. [color=ed1c24]"And this guy here is Hirohiko Yamabuki. I'm looking forward to learning with everybody."[/color] He said as he left Hiro to pick up his back and find his seat. It wasn't hard given the folded up papers with numbers on the desks.