[center][h1][color=CC7722]Icarus Ochre[/color][/h1][h2]Silver Gate Academy Highschool Building, Field[/h2][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

The night had brought with it much revelations and new motivation to other students. Icarus was one student who felt [i]different[/i] today. The other ones who had been in the [i]situation[/i] were in this class with him, so many of them looked exhausted, drawn far too thin.
He was burning up on the inside. Last night had been dangerous. Too dangerous. And he'd been drawn right into the danger alongside a bunch of other students. No adults to fall back on. No elders to go to. And while some phoenixes might have been content in their lives, and only come to this mundane world in a later cycle, he'd taken the [i]insane[/i] choice of entering it in his first. He didn't have the experience. He had come to understand the reality of the world, and that while some little tiny bits of utilitarian magic and academics were seemingly practical, in a fight his magic had been utterly lacking. Fighting was horrifying, he never wanted to be in a fight again in his life, nothing ever like last night ever again.
He had walked right into the middle of the cataclysm and had started fighting without thinking about it, and now he was a bit scared that, faced with that, he might do that again.
And more than anything, he wanted to be safe if he was ever possessed by that kind of insanity again. He needed more power. More fight. And the school was offering that.

Icarus was on fire. In the figurative sense for once in his short life.
Today he would learn how to hide. How to be subtle and efficient. Tomorrow, he would take to the library and the training fields, and he'd learn how to strike. If trouble was going to come to him, and he did so hope that it came to him and that he wasn't once again drawn towards it because that was a disturbing feeling to have, if he had to have trouble like last night again, he wanted to make trouble regret every second of it.
Hopefully there wouldn't be trouble again...but this world was apparently less calm and sedate than the humans made it out to be.

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-2 points
> Skill Unlocked: Iga-ryu, Genin Level
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