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  - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GBciQVf_PI]Chihaiten Academy,[/url] Sakai (Japan) -
- April 4th, 2XXX -

- Mentions: [@Tenma Tendo] [@FourthKing] -
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[color=f6989d]"Huh, That's all?"[/color] Zentaro Kobashigawa mumbled to himself as he looked beyond the gate Chihaiten Academy. He wasn't impressed. He never was theses days. [color=f6989d]"Tch."[/color] He ran a rough calloused hand though his curly pink hair as he let out an annoyed grunt. He started to make his way though the gates and he weaved his way though the students not even giving any of them a second glance or consideration. He knew why he was here and everybody is just in his way.

As Zentaro made his way though the hall his mind started to think up useless thoughts. That he won't get into since placing any consideration on such idle sentimentality is pointless and only muddles up his mind with useless emotions that waste everybody's time. But a not so useless thought or at least consideration was how many of these youthful hopefuls are thinking such useless sentimentality like his mind tried to? All of them? A good number of them? None of them? Zentaro wouldn't know, but if they were half as good as he was they would suppress any uselessly idle emotions, he only thought of them himself because of a fallacy that he could be equals to these people. He's better then every single one of theses idle youths.

He made his way into the hall of the school. He looks to be one of the first ones of his age range. Not that his appearance would easily point to him being a first year. But many of the students looked feeble and weak. Pathetic, Really. Zentaro can't wait to beat these people down to the ground so he can stronger and stronger and surpass each and every single one of them many times over. 

Zentaro walked closer to the front of the hall and he took a seat next to a boy with a mutation quirk that gave him fish like fins all over his body from what Zentaro could tell, not that impressive in all honesty but maybe there was more then meets the eye, but he doubts it. While he was taking a seat, the fish boy was already talking to another boy who looked fragile and could break if you looked at him too hard. Somehow more pathetic then the fish boy. Zentaro let out a sigh, he choose an annoying spot, but it'd be a waste of time to move, so he just has to endure their pointlessly useless social interaction. 

Why do people like to talk so much? It wastes so much time and energy that could be used to get better and stronger. He can't understand it, its so frustrating.