[H1][center][color=#8A9A5B]AUSTEN[/COLOR][/CENTER][/H1][hr]
Austen was jolted awake from his slumber when the headmaster of the school introduced himself. He rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes as he listened in on the announcements, albeit he would fight the urge to doze off at the headmaster's first few words.

When Mr. Buchanan's tone got more serious, Austen held his head up as he listened more intensely this time. He may look lazy and uninterested for those that truly didn't know him, but he had some streak of seriousness still within his sleepy physical form. He has heard of these violent riots and protests before, and having the headmaster say those did make Austen think if his generation should be doing more to support his primalist kin.

Just thinking about that made him feel weary and sleepy again. Perhaps Mr. Buchanan was right where Austen's batch could use their time in the institute to hone their skills, improve upon them or whatnot. Either way, the least they could do was try for the sake of themselves and their loved ones.

Again, just thinking about doing something above the bare minimum made Austen miss his bed already.

He was just about to fall asleep again when the headmaster gave way to the counselors who'll be teaching them. It looked like he'll be under a Ms. Petrovna, and the people she called to be under her tutelage, along with Austen, seemed to be an interesting bunch. 

The sooner they were done for today, the faster it was for Austen to get back to his room. He then shuffled along together with the people Ms. Petrovna called to go to the arena. Austen hoped that they wouldn't do what he thought they'll be doing but hey, if getting tired for the day meant getting a more well-deserved rest tonight, so be it.