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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Yoshiba shrugged, not caring one way or the other about the boy’s attachment of “-tan” to her name. She said he could use whatever honorific he wanted. He could’ve called her Yoshi-chan and she would’ve acted the same. She didn’t care what people [i]beneath[/i] her did or said.

As the group grew and yammered on and on about useless things, the blue-haired girl’s grip of her pamphlet tightened. She was tempted to turn back around, grab the chair she was sitting in and swing it at the nearest person's head. In fact, strands of her hair had already went to grab the rim of the chair as she thought so. Had not for her thoughts reminding her to not waste time she might’ve been in the process of doing so already. But how would it look to anyone here if she flew off the handle and beat one of her “peers” to death? She wouldn’t look like a hero, even if the sidekick deserved to be put in their place. She would look like a [i]villain[/i] and she certainly wasn’t comparable to the type of people who had put her life into ruin.

She knew it was probably better that she looked “presentable” to any instructors that could have noticed her as they walked by; not that she cared about how things “looked” when she knew she was in the right. Being a hero wasn’t meant for fun and games or caring what other people thought—being a hero was doing your best and giving your all. Beyond 100%. After all, that’s what her parents did. 

[color=2A9FCB][i]Just a bunch of sidekicks. Ignore them.[/i][/color] 

Yoshiba kept her eyes set on the stage, a few of the support members of the faculty seemed to be having a discussion behind the podium, probably making sure everything was ready for the big speech. This must’ve meant it was only a matter of time before they asked the students for silence and did their big song and dance, right? [/indent]