Hitomi grimaced when she heard papers being placed on everyone’s desk. Surely, the headmaster of an esteemed school such as this would know that she wouldn’t be able to-
What’s this? She let out a soft laugh at her own stupidity. The letters on her sheet were raised; she needed only to run her fingers across them to read it. Very clever, Headmaster, she thought as she read through the packet. I should not have underestimated you…
She remained facing forward as a few students accepted the headmaster’s challenge and demonstrate their potential. While a strange thumping could be heard from the desk behind her. Sounded like someone’s head making contact with wood.
Before long, the headmaster demonstrated an ability where he used his energy to cling to surfaces, such as the wall and ceiling. Hitomi had used a similar technique to map out rooms with her shadows, but she wasn’t quite confident that she would be able to pull it off with her own body. However, like the others, she stepped to the front of the classroom. Unfortunately, so were the others. The front sections of the room was, to her, suddenly a din of flowing energy and voices and footsteps on the walls. It was exceptionally hard for her to concentrate, but she tried her hardest to relax and focus her energy. And focus, she did…just not the way she had intended. It was probably the ruckus that boy was making about not wanting to make friends and to be considered THE student. She found his attitude obnoxious and wanted to be done with this as soon as possible. She angrily opened her eyes, which took on a purplish glow as she seemed to sink into the wall, leaving only a black silhouette of herself. From there, the silhouette glided up the surface of the wall, onto the ceiling, back down the rear wall, and returned to the front of the room via the floor. When she returned to her physical self, she was breathing heavily, and bowing on the floor.
Her voice was very soft as she muttered, “My apologies, sensei… I’ll have to try again...”
But it was then that the headmaster decided that class was dismissed. Perhaps the boy had gotten under his skin, too?
Hitomi slowly stood up, trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible as the other students left the classroom. After she thought everyone had gone, she retrieved her packet of papers and sword and left the classroom as well. For quite a while, she stood in the hallway, planning her next move. It sounded to her as if everyone was leaving this area. Were they headed to their rooms? Hitomi nodded to herself; she would head there as well. She flipped through the pages of her packet until she found a map, the text of which was raised like the other pages in her packet. From this, she discovered that her assigned dorm room was ‘2-C’. She heaved a sigh. Was that some sort of joke at her expense? Then her lips curled into a soft smile as she recalled something her father used to always tell her whenever someone brought up her lack of vision:
“Looking is easy, Hitomi, it can be done in an instant. Seeing can take a lifetime.”
She easily found the stairway to her room and ascended. When she arrived, she noticed that the door handle wasn't where it should be; the door was ajar. Her roommate must've already arrived. She stepped inside and slipped her shows off when she picked up the sound of a refrigerator door closing. Curious, she stepped toward the sound. She had just begun saying a salutation when she turned the corner and sensed a powerful aura.
Headmaster?! Surely it couldn't be him! What would he be doing in a room that was likely supposed to have girls in it? She simply stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, and listened to the sloshing of what was probably ramen noodles. Apparently, he'd helped himself to some food...
Again, her voice was soft when she finally spoke: "Headmaster? I wasn't expecting you."
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