[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/528055544267931661/698506170255671336/aiatest.png[/img][/center] [color=gray][center][sub][color=tAN][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ishin Academy, Sapporo, Japan -- April 7th[/sub] [sub][color=tAN][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Shun [@DruSM157][/sub][/center][/color] [indent][indent][indent][hr] Aia nodded her head. It was a jolt of pain, but surviving her first year at Ishin had done a lot on her level of athleticism. Kinzokuma Midori had been a rough instructor and a demanding one, despite the initial perception. The young girl smiled while she scratched the back of head, clearing her nerves as she did so. [color=tan]“Oh. Yeah! Haha, I’ll be fine. Guess I made a fool of myself, huh? You’ve got a pretty speedy quirk, huh?”[/color] She commented as she pressed her foot on dry ground, making sure to avoid any sheets of ice. [color=tan]“That’s pretty cool. I can see why you got past the exams.”[/color] As she finished speaking she noticed the larger boy scramble to his bag to check on a… pineapple? Must’ve been some kind of oddity from where he came from. He did look like an Okinawan. He looked like her favorite instructor at Ishin Academy now that she got a good long look at him. While she tapped her foot on the ground to make sure she was good to go she looked around the crowd, noticing one student getting disinterested and ready to get their things settled in their room. She could relate, though she hadn’t been as over-serious as her on her first day. She had bombarded her upperclassmen with so many questions he had to tell her to stop. Sometimes she missed being a fresh-faced student. She looked down, brushing the snow off her uniform before returning her line of sight to the group. [color=tan]“Anyway, you'll be learning lots of things about Ishin. It's not [i]completely[/i] what you think it is. Remember that.”[/color] [/indent] [/indent][/indent]