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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right][/center]
He was motionless; the train was not. Stepping off of the bullet train on this fine (if a bit chilly) day, was a boy of green hair, a look of disinterest plastered all over his face. The ride could've been shorter, but it could've also been longer. If anything, he'd only wished he hadn't placed himself next to someone that'd turn out to be so talkative. Seikatsu, or Katsu, as he so often calls himself (less syllables, less effort), wasn't one adverse to listening. It was [i]rambling[/i] that he was adverse to. No complaints could be voiced. Perhaps life was preparing him for the long drawn out speech one can expect at entrance ceremonies.

His attendance to the academy was a bit of a weird circumstance. No one would suspect him of having any interest in being a hero, nor would he suspect it of himself. Even to this day, now that his first day at IA is about to begin, his sole reason for joining was because a flyer that smacked him dab in the face told him to. Truly a reason that any normal individual would laugh off as nonsense. If only it were. 

[i]If only it were.[/i]

The academy itself wasn't hard to find, despite how bustling the city of Sapporo was today. Directions were easy to follow when one had a map, and even more so when one actually does some research about where the school they'll be attending is located. The number of people Seikatsu spotted wandering about with no clue as to where to go filled him with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Already, some of Ishin's ranks were proving themselves to be unworthy of their placement. Not that he was much better. Doing things on a whim probably wasn't very hero-like, outside of matters pertaining to saving lives and stomping villainy. 

The uniform was plain enough for his liking — he wouldn't stand out enough for it that he'd feel eyes following him as he made his way to the academy. The green mop on his head and his pink orbs were more likely to draw attention than anything else about his person. 

It wouldn't be long before Seikatsu approached the illustrious establishment, every bit as adorned with fanciness as one might expect of the second most presitigious hero academy in Japan. He didn't care much for popularity and fame. He'd have just as soon attended any other academy had their respective fliers just so happened to have smacked him dab in the face. Ishin's was the one that did, though, and theirs was the academy he'd be attending.

Snaking through the various crowds that lined the many hallways of the school, Seikatsu made his way towards where the ceremony would be taking place. Separate sections were set up for each student year. The male could tell without even looking that the first years were already far too rambunctious for his liking. Almost all of those who'd arrived somehow seemed of the type that would approach someone on a whim to introduce themselves. He thought himself well to stand nearer the outer edges of their designated section, though not so far that he wasn't completely free of a crowd. Solitude attracts attention. Hopefully it wouldn't be long now, before their headmaster would grace the stage and plug their ears full of formalities.