[h2]Sakimoto, Hiroki: [color=lightblue]The Windmill[/color][/h2]
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Hiroki hit the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0AX81gv5aM]Next Track[/url] on his cellphone screen.  The blue tooth speakers blared with hard music that were only audible to the person sitting next to him.  It didn't fit the scene at all.  It didn't fit the poor bus.  It didnt fit this rust bucket town and all of its cracks and trash that were going past the window.  It didn't fit the fact that it was so damn early.  But it was the only thing still keeping him from falling asleep.  He went through this song and dance before and to just have to do this as part of the entrance exam was a load of crap.  He did the tests, showed off his moves and his quirk. There was only twenty damn people on the bus or so.  If they didn't pass all of them, what was the bloody point of having a class?  Maybe the classes at Jigokuraku were supposed to be small.  Makes sense considering it's new.  

A hero academy.  What a crock.  He could have gone to UA.  That pain in the ass proctor.  

He should have just waited til next year, try to get in with the next class, but being the oldest with a bunch of first years would have pissed him off too much.  He thought about all this as he passed through the hick town.  Kirisama.  Yeah, the whole thing felt desperate.  Desperate to fund getting this town out of obscurity.  Sure he knew about the history, but rebuilding it?  Just bulldoze it.  Save yourself the trouble.  

He had nothing much else to do but think of the town.  Those on the bus weren't really worth paying attention too.  A bunch of wannabees.  Alot of those stupid masks like they are going to a club.  Missing arms and legs, the hell?  Hoodie. A nerd, pissed him off just looking at the scrawny weakling.  Guy with horns.  Some biker chick.  Girl with cat ears.  Library mouse.  Stupid looking hipster.  A girl with resting bitch face.  Frigging sad that he actually looked the most different from all of them.  Blond gray hair.  Blue skin with big metal tubes on his forearms and red stripe like tattoos around his arms, face, legs and torso. It clashed with his jeans, brown flight jacket and black T shirt and biker gloves.  The only mutant except maybe the guy with the horns, the cat, the hipster. Flashlight face.

 He didn't care.  It made him stand out.  That was good for a hero.  He gave another glance around.  Some of the girls looked cute, at least.

So this would be his class.  Get roped in with these winners.  Lucky him.  He took a deep breath sighing, closing his eyes.  He had to settle down.  That kind of train of thought got him into this in the first place.  Calm down, get through this, show everyone that he's the best in this damn school. Take it from there.  The school was just another step for him.  He wasn't nervous, he was just annoyed.  And thinking about it just made it worse.  He pushed next on his phone and went back to looking out the window.

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Hiroki took off his headphones and stood up when the bus stopped.  The cool air didn't bother him, considering how often at high wind and altitude his quirk takes him.  He was used to the chill.  He looked disinterested when he noticed that more or less they just came to a giant dump.  He raised his eyebrow and lip a little bit.  [color=lightblue]"So we're doing clean up?"[/color]  As the final exam. He said, more to himself and not noticing it was a bit out loud.  He put his hands in his pockets and stayed near the back of the crowd.

The girl got their attention and he just rolled his eyes.  He was right.  What a fake cheap exam for a fake and cheap school.  He was half tempted to just get back on the bus.  There were other academies.  But at least it was actual heroic works.  He paid a bit more attention when she explained.  Capture villains, save civilians.  He took his hands out of his pockets and started to get warmed up a little.  Bouncing in place on the balls of his feet and stretching his shoulders and head.  It was like preparing for a track meet, cause in a way it was.

He finally cracked a smile when the girl err judge, he guessed, casually threw the dummy baby into the bus.  Hiroki just got a kick out of it and laughed a little.  It was absurd.  It was so stupid.  But it just made things easier for him.  [color=lightblue]"Christ."[/color]  What had he gotten himself into?  This was a joke.  He wondered how many he could grab if he didn't have to be careful, maybe all of them before the others had a chance.  That would be kind of cool if he was the only one who passed.  Wishful thinking.  Still, it was a competition, and she only said not to go all out.  He wondered if the others around him were going to stoop to cheap shots like stealing saves or putting others out of commission.  Maybe he should do it first before they could try with him.

He went back to his stretching and warming up.  Squatting, rolling his shoulder and pushing through the crowd to get to the front.  Should he get all the civilians or tag the villains before anyone else can get to them.  One girl shouted her enthusiasm to capture all the villains and he shot her a look.  She decided for him and he looked back out on the pile of cement, trying to see where the dummies might be, plotting his course.  The slower students will go after the villains since he'll get the 'civilians' before anyone gets the chance.  If the villains are too much, he can swoop in, last minute while they are tired and bring them in too.  

Fool proof.

The jagged cement hills were perfect for him to transverse.  The exam was made for him to show off.  He gave an excited confident smile.  He waited for the signal, getting on a knee with his hands down by the floor, a sprinters pose at the start of a race.

[color=lightblue]"I'm gonna save the shit out of these dummies."[/color]