[center][h1][color=7786A8][u]K n i g h t m a r e[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub][b]April 7th -- School Grounds[/b][/sub] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[i][color=7786A8]She’s eager. Good.[/color][/i]

Knightmare appreciated the question, though she expected no less from seat number one.

[color=7786A8]“There will be plenty exercises soon enough, assuming you can [i]handle[/i] them.”[/color]

Knightmare retrieved a piece of paper from the stack she had placed on the desk the only moment prior; specifically the one detailing the seating arrangements and the names of the students that she would have to deal with today and for the entire school year presuming they were not expelled, transferred, or retired from the hero course in that time. Her eyes moved to the paper for only a minute, recognizing the student’s name who had asked the question. It wasn’t an easy name to forget considering the fact it was the [i]exact same name[/i] as a famous [i]pop singer[/i] from the early twenty-first century. It was one of those funny factotums that a close friend used to make fun of her for in her days as a young hero.

She moved her eyes to the rest of the class; all ten of them were selected for this selection of the first year hero course at Ishin Academy. It almost seemed like ancient history where she sat in the very same shoes as the group in front of her. The boy who was trying to “mark his territory”, Nobunaga Noboru, was a lot like she was in her first day at Ishin—loud, bitter, angry, confident. It almost felt like she was kicked the leg of her own chair when she declared to put him in his place. [i]Almost.[/i] She placed her hands on the table as she smirked at the thought. It was about time to focus on reining in the students in full.

[color=7786A8]“As you all have probably noticed, this classroom isn’t organized like the ones you’re accustomed to. Here at Ishin Academy we remind students of their [i]place[/i] and inspire them to fight to the top. The designation on those papers on top of your desks? That’s exactly what you think it is. This girl in first? Look at her. Recognize them. This is the measure of your entire class and this is who all of you aspire to be better than. If you don’t meet the grade, don’t bother even trying. Each of you needs to have the ambition to be the number one prospect and by extension the number one hero.”[/color] She declared to the classroom, mincing absolutely zero words. 

She motioned to the back of the class, not stopping to consider Amuro Namie’s feelings or even the person she was about to single out in the back of the classroom.

[color=7786A8]“Seat number ten? That is where you don’t want to be. For anyone in the back of the prospects here you need to show me something and show it quickly. Show me you aren’t the most likely to be class failure. Impress me. I want you to show me that you are [i]better[/i] than [i]number one[/i]. If you can’t, why are you even at Ishin? Everyone here needs to remember that this is not a game and from now on, going forward, you better start running because that finish line isn’t going anywhere. Ishin is not for the weak or spineless.”[/color]