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[indent][indent][indent]It was nearing morning in Sapporo, but more importantly it dawned a new year for Ishin Academy. 

Of the twenty-two students approved, hundreds had applied. The Board of Directors was still iffy about accepting foreigners but after being consecutively beaten by their longtime rivals, Yūei Academy, something had been decided in the backrooms amongst those who held sway in the future of the hero school. Foreigners would be accepted for the time being to show Ishin Academy was not only a breeding ground for tradition and pride but also progress and acceptance. After all, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter where you came from as long as your spirit resembled that of a hero.

All applicants had received their acceptance letter a few months prior with all of the needed information. When to arrive at Ishin Academy, directions how to get there once in Sapporo, an acceptance video, the needed uniforms, and a printed guide as well as train pass that allowed them free transportation all over Japan if the need suited them. In just one hour the opening ceremony would begin and the lives of the students would be changed forever. Being late would not be tolerated and not attending would be punished with strict recompense. The students likely knew this, or at least the native Japanese did. Ishin Academy was ranked second in hero schools in Eastern Asia and had a pretty noteworthy reputation.

To Soar Skyward.

A term that some thought was a bit too optimistic for a rigid, draconian, and harsh school like Ishin was. But Ishin was nothing but optimistic. Heroes were supposed to be an ideal that people wanted to be and wanted others to be. No matter what it took to get to reach it, Ishin students were expected to be hungry and dedicated to that dream.

As such, students were passing through the academy compound’s gates, suitcases in tow, as they were ushered toward the auditorium. Returning students seemed to remain idle in the courtyard for a few minutes, knowing full well that the opening ceremony wouldn’t be for another hour. It was plenty of time to talk with old friends and gossip about pro-hero activity such as Knightmare’s recent put-down of an international crime-ring that was hiding out in a facility near Temiya Park. For first-year students at Ishin, the idea of taking some time for themselves was probably strange given they didn’t want to get reprimanded for a mistake after being accepted into the academy after an exhausting interview, mental evaluation, and performance exam in early January. 

If they decided to go inside early they would be directed into categories based on their class year: first, second, and third.

Their “hero career” had begun.



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