[center][color=Lavender][i][h1][u]Isabelle[/u][/h1][/i][/color][/center]

Isabelle calmly sat through the commotion the rest of her class was making, intent to simply sit back and observe for the most part. When their teacher came in, however, Isabelle immediately straightened up in her seat, the woman's diminutive stature being what alerted her to the person she was dealing with first and foremost above all else. Her father had often told her stories about Knightmare back when the two of them had attended Isshin. Her father had also mentioned how he expected her to have grown at least a foot or so since they had last seen each other, but from where Isabelle was currently standing, that didn't seem to be the case. 

Even with her lack of height, however, the Pro hero quickly and effectively made her presence known, quickly quieting the classroom, as well as seeking to put one of the more active troublemakers in his place. This demonstration of authority was soon followed, after a bit of Q and A with the top student Amuro, by an explanation of the seating system present within the class and what was expected of them because of it. The top were expected to never rest on their laurels, while the bottom was prodded to prove their worth quickly or find themselves left behind. A vicious and unforgiving sentiment that the school was known for, it still proved no less nerve-racking for Isabelle, ranked 8th in the total rankings of the class. A scoring far below what she desired or could find even remotely acceptable.

Once Knightmare had finished her speech, Isabelle considered asking about what the rest of the day would hold for them, but after some thought, felt it was an unnecessary question. She would likely start the days activities soon enough, so trying to prod the issue along with dumb questions would likely only serve to irritate her, as it was clear that Knightmare was not a patient woman. And so Isabelle waited, the only thing betraying the anxiety that was currently gnawing away at her soul being the relentless shaking of her legs, bouncing in place as a way to work off some of the nervous energy she felt building up inside of her.

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