[center][h2]Tatsudoku Kouseki[/h2]
[h3]Lady Miyako Common Room[/h3][/center]

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The long haired boy sat in the back row, off to the far side as if to distance himself from others much as he could. He leant on his arm as the other rested on the desk, watching the conversation unfold. So it seems Sasuke's put them and everyone else up to something that was sort of a pain, as he usually does. Well not that he can fault him, there was a kind of hunger he could respect in his pursuit, perhaps rooted in being quirkless, feeling that need to prove himself. Regardless, the direction of the conversation seemed to go into some more philosophical terms.

His own answer was easy, sacrifice nothing. It's what separates a hero from a day job in his opinion. Still, he had no desire to voice this opinion. There was already a tizzy of that he had no desire to add to it. He turned his gaze away from the conversation, choosing to think about what he might do about the Hero Recruitment. In contrast to those who were from normal families, who by default felt they had to work for preferences and a high ranking agency to hire them, he knew full well how easy it was to get a prestigious agency if you were born in the right family. Though he no longer has that preferential luxury. He much preferred it this way, whether it was it felt more real, or that he felt more free.

As for the events that had befallen A Class, it was truly an unfortunate outcome. A traitor of all things was pretty bad, but a member of the Iida clan also... Such an event was abnormal to say the least, were it any average student in these classes then it would not shake things up so much, but a member of a major clan... It cast a shadow of doubt on how trustworthy those in power might be. Still, this was but a tiny chip in a gigantic vase. It would simply be the beginning, so he felt.