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It was a morning like any other. At least, that was how it had started off. Right now, as far as Isamu Yukimura was concerned, it was the most stressful morning of his life. A mix of anxiety and excitement had kept him awake almost all night. 

"Ohnoohnoohno!" Isamu repeatedly shouted as he ran out of his house, his uniform in disarray and his bag half open. How could he have ended up so late? What had happened after he managed to really fall asleep? Didn't mom try to wake him? Dad? No... It was his own fault. He had stayed up late and he had eaten so much in his nervous stupor that once he had fallen asleep he'd slept through his alarm. That was on him. Now he was on his way to school though. He was from Sakai, only a few wards away from where the school was located. So, if he was lucky he would make the last train so he could possibly be on time for the opening ceremony. 

Isamu ran as fast as his short legs would carry, but just as he reached the station he felt a sudden lightening of weight. Throughout the course of his run, it seemed, the zippers of the bag had become looser and looser until finally everything inside fell out onto the platform. He gasped, scrambling to try and pick it all up just as the train began to close. "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap--" he repeated as he jammed everything into the bag and forced it shut only to turn to the sight of the training pulling out of the station. 

"That was the last train for thirty minutes." Isamu was dejected to say the least. What kind of impression would he make as a hero if he couldn't even be on time for the first day? The idea of heading back home crossed his mind, but he shook his head. "Alright! So I'm a little late. I'll start living in the dorms soon. So, it won't happen again." He said trying to keep his morale up. He'd initially been against the idea for fear of being away from home, but his mother and father had managed to convince him with help from his sister. They would be sending some of the essentials soon, but he was good otherwise. At least that's what he wanted to say. Isamu's troubles were just getting started. 

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After waiting for the next training and getting on he was finally almost at his stop. The young boy rushed out as soon as the doors opened and pressed forward to his new school. He was late... so... SO LATE.

"Maybe I can at least get to class!" He spoke to himself as he came upon the campus. He had definitely missed the opening ceremony. There was no way he hadn't. He entered the school to a mass of empty hallways. He was like a chicken without a head, scurrying about with no real destination. That is until a teacher found him. After a brief scolding along with a trip to the headmistress. He was given the information he needed and after a few bows and apologies he was on his way to class. Things seemed to have been, mostly, settled and class was underway, to an extent. He takes a breath standing at the door. 

"Okay... Just walk in." Isamu wasn't sure if he could do that. He was late. He wanted to open the door. He reached out, but pulled back. He turned away from the door and then back. He turned away again and then back. He steeled his resolve. He turned the doorknob. And finally, pushed the door open. And yet, as he pushed the door open and lifted his foot and tripped moving forward. He literally tumbled in, rolling across the floor and into a desk with a loud yelp and a grunt. 

"Um... Hi..." He groaned as he rubbed his head, sitting on the floor of the classroom before a class of what were effectively giants and a few individuals who at least stood above him height wise.