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Mizuhana Yoshiba crossed her arms, the academy pamphlet loosely held by her right hand.  

[b][color=2A9FCB]“Tch. This is it, huh?”[/color][/b] Yoshiba muttered, unamused by not only Chihaiten but herself. It was no secret that Chihaiten was known for getting results from their students but it was still a school that was proud that made something out of people who weren’t worthy of the more prestigious academies—and for any other student that may have been a breath of fresh air. But Yoshiba didn’t see herself as the worst of the worst by a long shot. Mizuhana Yoshiba was the daughter of two acclaimed pro heroes. She had worked hard to be a cut above anyone else she had ever met. She pushed herself every single day. But this was where she ended up, all because she wasn’t good at the unimportant nonsense that was on the acceptance exams of every single hero academy in Japan—book smarts. Yoshiba sighed as she moved forward. Maybe if she had been better with books she would've been at UA instead.

As she moved through the hallway corridors she knew that this would be the beginning of her hero career whether she liked it or not. There was no going back in time and doing better; she didn’t have a time quirk, if such a thing even existed. Chihaiten would be remembered as the academy where the history books would note that the legendary pro hero Mizuhana Yoshiba attended and graduated at the top of her class. The thought was a compromise Yoshiba made with herself to amend for her failure of attending the academy in the first place. She would get her hero license and be remembered as the [i]best[/i]. There was no question in her mind about that fact.

[color=2A9FCB][i]Everyone here is second to me. Sidekicks, all of them.[/i][/color]

As everyone began filing into the hall, the blue-haired teenager knew it was time. She wasn’t one of those second-rate delinquents who valued herself so little that she would ever consider being late. It didn’t matter what the headmistress had to say about Chihaiten, Yoshiba had already made up her mind and figured out a set of goals, as unrealistic as they may have been. Still, she would sit down with the sidekicks in the section of the ceremony halls that were designated to her “year group”. Mizuhana Yoshiba was [i]not[/i] a [i]slacker[/i]. She [i]hated[/i] slackers. 

Yoshiba was a [i]hero[/i], after all.