[b][center][h1][color=fff257]ACION[/color][/h1]
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[color=fff257]"You have my gratitude."[/color] 

Acion replied, as Hitomi then joined the dining table. The winged boy was about to head out when Michiko called for him, and everybody else, to take the dinner to the tables. Well, there was no reason not to help. He took two of the dishes, one of which was the pickles he had, by some miracles, 'manufactured'. Looking at his creations again, he couldn't help but cringe a little. If this went on beyond his school years, he would have a few choices, and not a single one of them was easy. He could spend his entire life eating at restaurants, but he would need a hefty amount of money for that. Or he could get someone to cook for him. But who? His big sis? She's even worse. Legends told by his mother about her cooking had some exaggeration, but even legends had some truth to it.

Acion shook his head, trying to shake off the worries off his mind as he arrived at the dining room. It was glamorous and extravagant but Acion wasn't very surprised, after all the infrastructures, facilities and stuff that he had seen and used. Inside the dining room were some familiar faces, and a few not so familiar, but were all Hero students. Noting his current status right now, he didn't really think about it until now. He was actually living among hero trainees, and many future heroes. It slightly put a frown on his lips. It wasn't that he was concerned about his capability. He was more than confident enough to say that he could pass this course without exerting too much of his limits, and that he could potentially go solo against multiple students at once. He was frowning because of future achievement, worried and concerned. 

Yes, that incident earlier. 

A part of his wings still stench of the boy's own blood. A small part.

It was a terrible start of his own Hero journey. He wondered if it would continue that way onward, or would it get a lot better? Either way, he couldn't help but put on his 'not usually seen' aura of anxiety, and slight sadness. On until he sat on a free seat nearby.

[@Silver Carrot]