[center][h1]Hamazura Ginshi[/h1][i][Super Highschool Level Judo Master][/i][color=f26522]:::The Day Has Come:::
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A void of darkness surrounded him. Or atleast for a second anyways. Sunlight invaded his vision, stinging his eyes and forcing him to rub them. It was only for a moment that his blurry eyesight began to settle. Then, there he saw...

A tennis racket... a football.... and... a baseball bat

....!!!

 With that last object sending a shock throughout his system, the orange-haired boy stood to his feet in a single swift motion. Initially, he had been leaning against the wall behind him, unconscious for god knows how long. He was unsure if this was a dream or not, but the reality before him was a room forged from wood. Besides himself, there were plenty of sports equipment such as nets, floor mats, score boards and many other things of the like surrounding him on all sides. 

Although it certainly wasn't cluttered in the slightest. They were all either nearly stacked in a corner or on the many shelves and rackets that supported them. No matter how he looked at it this was a storage room for sports equipment. However that didn't answer the question of why he was here in the first place. 

[color=f26522]"Wasn't I suppose to be entering inside of Hope's Peak? How did I get inside the storage room?"[/color] Ginshi questioned himself out loud but he didn't expect any answer. He assumed that he had somehow fallen asleep and someone brought him here to rest. Yet, why would they put him in the sports storage room of all places? Maybe this was someone's idea of a practical joke? "That's probably it," he mumbled while bouncing a basketball that he'd found next to him. 

Thinking on that for a bit while letting the loud noise of the bouncing ball fill the area, a light smile appeared on his lips. [color=f26522]"Well if it's the case of a prank, that's even better," [/color]

No matter the fact that he'd just awoken in a place he was unfamiliar with, Ginshi's heart did not skip a bit over it. Even if this was the case of hazing like he suspected, that didn't worry him either. That was the way it should be. Just as his Sensei had instilled in him, his mind had to be as water; letting disturbances simply pass through him. 

With those imprinted lessons in mind, Ginshi casually tossed the basketball to the side and opened the door in order to exist the storage room. 

It should lead him to just outside of Hope's Peak Academy, most likely in it's rear section

It should...

It should... and yet..

What spread before him was not a building built upon steel and stone, But instead an open field of grass and dirt. One that was clear and empty of any familiarity or certainty. 

[color=f26522]"Wha-"[/color] Besides the moment he had seen that baseball bat which brought back unpleasant memories of the past, Hamazura Ginshi's heart had finally skipped a beat.
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