[center][h2][color=lightblue]Hiroki Sakimoto[/color][/h2][/center]

The academy just had a way to piss Hiroki off.  He read maybe the first two sentences of his letter before tearing it up and throwing it in the trash.  Another failure, he first thought, despite all that wasted effort.  Giving it everything.  He didn't leave a dummy, civilian behind even though it was a trap.  He fought a villain that was essentially immune to his power, but he still fought.  He forged a team, saving at least one of them.  He investigated the bus, tripping up another villain whom was essentially taking hostages, and was maybe two feet away from apprehending him, only to have the buzzer call it.  Every time he thought about it, he burned with rage. 

He sat back at his desk.  He was staying in a hotel for the night, his parents paid for it.  They'd have take care of him a bit longer.  He set his head down, looking at his hand, how scrapped skin was healing over after the efforts he put into it.  He'd have to tell his parents.  He'd have to find another school.  The application, the drive, the preparation, just to have it stolen away from him again.  

Was he a failure?  Was he meant to just be?  What?  He remembered all the good times.  How he wow'd his friends, announced he was going to be a hero, how his family rewarded him for every school medal, every physical trophy.  How could he screw up so bad.  He didn't, it was obviously that damned school.  Screw Jigokuraku.  

He got up, looking at the trash bin.  He hesitated, going back the torn letter.

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Winter was coming in earnest considering how cold it was.  He was happy for his leathery furred flight jacket this time.  No uniform yet.  He guessed that's what the first day would be a bout.  He hated that he had to do this.  If they had such a rubbish first test, what was the rest of the year going to be like.  He tightened up his backpack and took a deep breath starting up the long path towards the next few years of his Heroing Career.

Deep calming breath.  Deep calming breath.

The climb wasn't a problem.  Not even close, considering his propensity for running, his athletic physique.  The climb was just a good workout if he was on the move.  He gave himself plenty of time to get there, plenty of time to figure out the lay of the land, figure out which one of the losers were going to be his lackeys, his rivals, and specs of dust to be left behind.  It was a crude school.  Bottom of the barrel, and he was UA material.  He wondered how long it would take him to get to the op.  2nd semester at best.

His glum expression and pissed off face made its appearance at the gate, standing alone, engine whirling a little as a nervous tick to psyche him up.  He looked over his first step to number one.

[i]Jigokuraku.  You're mine.[/i]

[@Scribe of Thoth]

And thats when he saw that one kid from the exam.  The guy had stupid puffy hair, a big grin and seemed to be so pleased with himself.  Hiroki spit as he saw him while he remembered what happened.  How he managed to teleport through a bus, gun in hand.  So he got accepted too.  Atleast they had the common decency to get the kids that had some guts.  Catching his eye he raised his chin in a bit of a greeting. 
 Bare minimum.  It felt... meh to see a familiar face.

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Behold.  The king of Jigokuraku has arrived at the front gate, ready to take this school.  Theres that disappearing kid from the exam.
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