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Ishin Academy: School Gates[/color][hr][/sup][/center]Ishin Academy had a certain reputation, but if nothing else Riona respected that the staff seemed to care for its students. For example, he was immensely grateful for the rail pass that the school provided. The ride south from his native Abashiri was long enough that Riona had started getting fidgety, so it would have been awful to worry about train fare the whole way on top of that. Not to mention it would have gotten expensive without the academy's assistance.

Riona had been to Sapporo twice before today. The first time had been a for a family trip, the summer before Riona's middle school debut. He hardly remembered it. The most recent visit had been for the in person part of Ishin's entrance exams. That had been much less nerve-wracking than the written tests, and once it was over Riona and his father had found a decent oden place nearby to eat at before making the journey home. He hadn't seen a lot of the city that day, so stepping off of the train with a bag slung over his shoulder and the academy's thick brochure in his hands felt like the start of an adventure... if only a scholastic one. 

He made his way through the city's streets, kind of just hoping that he'd chosen the direction Ishin was in. Eventually he spotted that same oden shop and he knew he was headed the right way. He broke into a grin, wide and toothy, and ran the rest of the way to the school's gates.

There it was, that massive torii standing strong and proud. And he was passing under it, in front of the school he'd been working to get into for... well, years. Back when he'd decided he wanted to be a professional hero he recalled choosing Ishin because it was the closest hero school, ignorant to both the academy's prestige and notoriety. Once he'd learned more about it, he hadn't been dissuaded from trying his hand at getting in. He also recalled his home room teacher laughing in his face when he told them about his aspirations. 

[i][color=BC8F8F]"Look who's laughing now,"[/color][/i] Riona muttered to himself, staring at the torii that welcomed students in for another year. He was [i]here[/i], he'd made it, so screw that dude and all the other naysayers.

Looking up at the prestigious academy, Riona didn't feel nervous. Tucked away in the pocket of his gakuran (he wore it with pride, even after enduring his mother's fussing over him as he'd been getting dressed) was a good luck charm that his little sisters had made for him. It was the same pocket that one of Riona's hands was stuffed into, and he idly rubbed the talisman between his finger tips as he walked. 

His family wasn't the only thing he was thinking about that morning. In fact they had been fading towards the back of his mind the closer he got to the school as more immediate thoughts took their place at the forefront. Like finding his way to the assembly hall where the opening ceremony would be taking place, and scoping out his fellow students. As for the former, he figured he could just follow where the majority of kids were headed. He wasn't late for the ceremony, right? The students around him were kind of giving mixed signals. Some were loitering, like the two girls (one purple haired, one blonde) chatting by a nook in the school's wall. Others were rushing; there was a boy taller than he was with a similar complexion that was practically out of breath. He reaaaally hoped the ones rushing were just over eager and that he wasn't in danger of missing anything, but like hell was he going to ask somebody about it. That would almost be worse than asking for directions.