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Akira yawned as the end bell rang, so far Himikai Academy didn’t seem too different from his old school, which was a bit disconcerting considering he got in by a suspicious letter. Offering a scholarship for entering a hunters club. Now it would be one thing thing if he was some sort of super genius wiz kid, but he was an infamous delinquent known for sending a small army of other punks to the hospital and only getting at best, averages grade, not qualified for one of the top academies by any means. For that matter what kind of school had a hunters club and what kind of person would enjoy shooting animals, god damn savages. Despite all this, it was rather normal, albeit being a good step up from his old school. Well no use thinking about what happened. He he was here and he wasn’t going to get into a better school than Himikai, that’s for sure. The hunters club probably just needed a genetic freak like him to haul the kills, probably nothing more than that. Akira got up from his slouched sitting position and made his way out the door. 

Akira found the hunters club in a matter of moments, the obnoxious and ugly sign outside was a dead give away. Akira put his hand on the door before sliding the door open with such force, it made a thundering crack and slight shockwave causing a vibration to engulf the room for just a moment. 

[color=ed1c24]”Ah, used too much strength. Sup, name’s Akira Yamamoto.[/color]

Akira gave an friendly grin to go along with his introduction. Though with his face it appeared less of a ‘nice to meet you’ kind of grin and more of a ‘I’m gonna stab you and watch you bleed’ kind of grin. Akira made his way inside and took a brownie, which he wordlessly ate until it was small enough to toss in to his mouth. 

[color=ed1c24]”To whoever made this brownie, mind exchanging recipes, these weren’t half bad.”[/color]