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[indent][indent]Saishu arrived at the graduation with a odd mixture in his gut. He longed for a past no longer his; a familiarity that he had grown use too, where that soul reaper had grabbed him from the Rukongai, where Mr. Muten had accepted him and trained him vigorously to hone that potential everyone saw. 

Unlike everyone else who found their seats amidst the spacious area, Saishu was content just observing until he noticed an odd assortment of white uniforms. Compared to the rally of black, they were in stark contrast and obviously of importance. [color=crimson][i]Captains? why would they be here.[/i][/color] He stood up on the ledge, a black speck against its massive foundation. [color=crimson][i]Curious, this is especially curious.[/i][/color]

Bound by some feeling of being seen differently, Saishu jumped down into the innumerable crowd. Students that recognized him greeted him jovially, others shook his hands, and proctors that guarded the doors held him for minutes while they reminisced. The proctors especially continued to bring up the Generation of Geniuses. He was beginning to believe they were the ones to start that moniker. 

Saishu pulled at the red tail of his hair, it laid on his shoulder, and spoke of fiery emotions. He found a seat near the front, placed his arms on his lap, and leaned back to gaze up at the clear skies.[/indent][/indent]