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[color=gray][sub][center][color=825C35][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ishin Academy, Sapporo, Japan -- April 8th[/center][/sub][/color]

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Metal footsteps rung throughout the corridors.

If any conversations in Class 1A were active they would soon render themselves silent as the distinct sound echoed until it drew itself to right outside of the classroom. 

All students were accounted for, an amount of twenty associated faces, though the source of the strange footsteps knew all of them already. After all, it was [i]her[/i] classroom. None of them knew her. At least, not in her current form. The famous hero she was reserved to being known through the media and her actions throughout Japan. A feminine sigh exited her lips as she reached to the door and slid it open. Slung it open a little too quickly, a little too [i]strongly[/i]. It stayed within the doorframe and Kinzokuma Midori, otherwise known as the famous armored knight hero, Knightmare, stood. Her eyes met the students who dared look her in the eyes with a look of utter contempt and annoyance.

As a hero, she was fully armored, but here at Ishin Academy she was Kinzokuma-Sensei and in her normal clothes. In her normal form.

She took a step forward, stomping over to the front of the class where her desk sat. Her thoughts invading her head like usual with echoes of her past. [i]Aren’t you a little short to be a pro-hero?[/i] [i]Shouldn't you be in class, little girl?[/i] The usual anxieties. The new crop of students tended to have the same reaction every year, even if they weren't dumb enough to say it out loud. She had heard it all before.

She was barely 138 centimetres tall.

Taking another breath, she kicked the step-stool from underneath her desk and jumped onto it in an aggravated huff as she grabbed a piece of chalk from the board tray as she wrote her name out in Japanese.

[color=825C35]“My name is [b]Kinzokuma Midori[/b]. This is Class 1A. In the pro-circuit I am known as [b]Knightmare[/b], the Armored Knight Hero. Don't get excited. In this class I will see if you have the guts to follow through in your aspirations to become a hero.”[/color]

She looked over the motley group of students.

[color=825C35]“What? What’re all of you looking at? Never seen a teacher before or some crap? Did you think you were going to be instructor free? or are you that stupefied by being in the presence of a legend? Heh.”[/color] She smugly smirked before jumping back to her desk, swiping a paper of the listed students in case she had any surprises. She looked over a boy with a [i]pineapple[/i] on his desk. That was unique. [color=825C35]“Pineapple Boy. Stand up. Come here. Bring that fruit over.”[/color]







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