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I don't want to be the first person to post a CS; kinda want to see what an acceptable one looks like first.


I feel like everyone is doing the same thing.

I'll probably just bite the bullet tomorrow and make mine first, go too far and have my character nerfed to serve as an example.
Not every student bothered to say something and not all the ones that did stayed standing as she had, which made her wish she had sat back down when she’d had the chance; it hadn’t been a conscious decision to remain on her feet but as soon as the second student stood up with her, the robot-like girl Lizzy, it felt too awkward to sit down by herself again.

Of those who had chosen to speak, most gave the expected response of wanting to be a hero so it was the ones who said something different that stood out. The dragon, Kaze, barely seemed to want to be here, barely interested in what was going on and barely awake; it was a surprise that he had even bothered to say anything at all. His demeanour bothered Akeno for reasons she didn’t want to dwell on right now. The male student with white hair and the face mask, a mask that was apparently covering up a mutation that gave him large crooked fangs and a wide mouth, wanted to become a hero because he wanted to change perceptions about people with unsightly mutations; Akeno could respect a motivation like that and she felt a little kinship with someone who felt limited or marginalised because of their Quirk. The last person to speak also gave a unique answer, a short male who looked plain compared to some of the others who simply wanted to place first in the sports festival; it felt… underwhelming for someone to set their sights on something that would take place a few weeks or months from now and no further, but maybe he just didn’t feel the need to say anything else for now? Either way, he had a feel to him that made Akeno pay some attention to words.

Since no one else seemed forthcoming the teacher moved on to the next task of the day and of course he was making fun of her for starting the trend of staying standing. Resisting the urge to sigh, Akeno followed Suika-sensei out of the classroom; things were already off to a bad start if this was the kind of first impression she was making. The physical exam might be a way for her to turn things around; if they were anything like what she had to do in middle school then she was confident that she wouldn’t completely embarrass herself a second time.

The class was taken to a field outside of the school and since there was only one thing out there it was plain to see where they were heading. Akeno was a little confused at the lack of equipment at first and as Suika-sensei explained everything it only made her frown more, confusion turning to concern as it became clear that this exam consisted of only one test. All they had to do was hit the plate as hard as they could with whatever they wanted to use; it was a simple test, so simple in fact that Akeno wasn’t sure how their teacher was going to use the results to form their curriculum.

It wasn’t a great test for Akeno, for example, whose Quirk would fail to make much of an impact on the plate at all and although she could probably get a better result from just hitting it, that wasn’t a great showcase of her abilities.

Before she could think on it much longer, Lizzy stepped forward to be the first to demonstrate her Quirk. Akeno probably shouldn’t have been that surprised to see that the robot-like girl had a laser cannon in her arm, but it was still shocking to see the powerful beam the girl fired at the plate, setting a standard that would no doubt be hard to meet for the rest of them.

Not bothering to suppress her sigh this time, Akeno resigned herself to giving a thoroughly unimpressive performance as she prepared herself to step forward. She removed her uniform jacket and neatly folded up before dropping it at her feet, telling herself it was better to get things over with rather than delay them; if she was going to be outshone by all the other student’s then at least she wouldn’t be the last thing people remembered about this exam. There was only so much to make the restrictive school uniform easier to move around in but she undid the bow at her neck and loosened her collar before stepping out in front of the class. “I’ll go next.”

Standing in front of the plate Akeno took up a basic karate stance, her left leg leading and her body turned away from the device. She inhaled, pushing away all distractions as she focused on the feel of her body and on her movements; she should probably have stretched first, but it wouldn’t make much of a difference now. As quick as a flash Akeno turned the heel of her leading foot forward and spun on the ball of her left foot, raising her right foot off of the ground and turning to look over her shoulder as she brought her leg around and extended it; her foot slammed into the plate with a dull thud as she completed the spinning back kick, the sound it produced decidedly less impressive than an explosion but still not something you’d want to be hit with.

Lowering her leg Akeno dropped out of the stance and walked back to the rest of the class without further comment, picking up her jacket and she began to fix her uniform.
@VitaVitaAR I meant to ask, since the Student Ranking is based on total number of points accumulated and not your current amount, does this mean that once you reach a rank you stay there? Is there a way to drop to a lower rank?
I felt we were missing a shounen protagonist, so here he is.


I'm interested. There's an idea I can use for this.
Well this will be a glorious mess. I'll throw my hat into the ring, which will then explode.
Kaito Morita let out a sigh.

Despite not managing to defeat his opponent he had been accepted into the academy and despite not even managing to reduce his opponents lifepoints by half he had been placed in the middle dormitory. Apparently, his performance during the entrance exam was considered quite good by whoever it was who decided these things, but even so he couldn’t help but walk with his head low and his eyes firmly directed towards the ground as he went in search of his dorm room.

It just wasn’t possible for him to feel good about a defeat like that, even if it was to a teacher; Kaito hadn’t lost a duel that badly since he had first started duelling. It was clear his opponent was much more skilled than he was, even more skilled than his grandfather, which just went to show that being the best duelist in your small town didn’t mean much of anything. The world was a big place and it was filled with duelists of much greater skill and talent than Kaito or anyone he had ever duelled, which was exactly why he had left his fishing village to come here, but it didn’t make the loss bother him any less.

And the speech! Before the final turn of the duel Kaito had lost his composure, broken his stoic façade as he so rarely did and made a big dramatic speech about how he was going to defeat his opponent, only to lose the very next turn. The embarrassment of that was going to linger for a while; he was definitely going to think about it any time he saw that teacher from now on. If nothing else, it taught him to restrict such grandstanding to the start of his turns and not the end of them.

Finding his dorm room, Kaito opened the door using the keycard he had been provided, taking a few moments to figure out how it worked, and stepped inside. It was larger than he had expected, certainly larger than his room back home though the lack of clutter may have contributed to that feeling; it was also, as it turned out, already occupied. He was about to leave and offer a quick apology to the other boy when Kaito noticed the two beds and desks and realised what was going on, instead he stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. “Hey, I’m Kaito. I guess we’re roommates?”

@sly13
Wincing at the pain in his hand, Oberon recoiled away from the failed magic as the spell once again dispersed. Looking down at the source of the pain he could that a thin wound like that of a paper cut had formed across his palm and a single drop of blood welled to the surface, the fragments of wind-infused Mana apparently being sharp enough to slice through skin with ease even if the resulting injury was shallow. What had happened? He’d heard something like the rushing of wind after a snap and then he’d felt something slice across his palm, but what had happened or even how or why eluded him; the reaction had been too fast for him to comprehend.

The Sprite cast Minor Heal on his hand, because when you have the ability to heal small injuries instantly you might as well use it, and the paper-thin cut sealing shut as the magic did its work. Then, before he started up another experiment, he cast Shield I on himself to protect himself from any more magical blowback he might incur.

What had just happened? Did the spell become overloaded somehow and explode? Possibly, but he wasn’t adding any more power to it than what was contained inside a regular Mana Orb, unless the Mana he was pulling from the air was enough to overburden it? Or was it because he was holding the shards too close together? It did seem like he couldn’t control their movements as much as he had hoped; rather than being a uniform swirling pattern the petal-like fragments of wind moved in differing directions and angles and different speeds.

No… that didn’t feel right. He wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, but he was sure that the spell didn’t begin to fall apart until after he had lost his concentration. It didn’t seem like the spell was exploding or falling apart, but it was clear that something had happened; something that had caused the snap and the rush and for one of the petals to suddenly slice into his hand. Was it because that shard had abruptly accelerated or because it had unexpectedly sharpened? Maybe it wasn’t that the spell was becoming unstable but rather than fact that it was succeeding. The shards were accelerating or sharpening enough to become dangerous, with the rushing wind either a result of the increased speed or due to the air moving around the now edged petals.

If that was the case… then how could he avoid harming himself with his own spell whenever he tried to use it?

Maybe he had packed the shards together too tightly and maybe he was also trying to form it too closely to his body. He needed to keep the fragments somewhat under control or else they would just fly away as he had seen before and the spell would lose cohesion and power until it failed entirely. However if he held the pieces too close together they risked bumping into each other with their varying patterns and speeds and he also risked hitting himself if he kept it too close.

So… he formed another Mana Orb and began the process again but this time, as he began to draw the surrounding air into the spell and it began to break apart again, he moved the focal point away from his body, moving it a little over a foot away from his foot tall body and holding it there rather than in the palm of his hand. This time as he felt the fragments begin to move away from the orb he held onto them but didn’t draw them back to the centre; instead he let them space themselves out more, allowing each to find its own orbit around the focal point to create a much more spread out shape than the tightly formed ball he had created last time.

Once the orb had completely broken down, assuming it hadn’t lost cohesion or injured him again, he waited until he heard the snap and the whistle again and took that as his cue to fire the spell. He pushed the swirling maelstrom away from himself, towards the same tree he had fired the Aqua Sphere at, and hoped for the best.



@Zeroth
As the students still outside, including the two girls Akeno had spoken to, walked into the school Akeno split off to park her bike and lock it to the provided racks. By the time she was done the number of people walking down the path had shrunk considerably and she jogged into the building to change her shoes and hurried down the hallways to make it to her classroom on time. She made it in time for the first bell but was still one of the last students to arrive and the low number of empty seats meant she didn’t have much choice in where to sit.

Sitting down in the first seat she found, second row in the column nearest the door, she barely had any time to take a look at who her classmates were before the teacher arrived. She spotted the dragon boy from earlier almost immediately of course, along with Lizzy and Kisa from earlier, before the door opened and their homeroom teacher walked in.

As Suika-sensei introduced himself, Akeno idly wondered if they’d placed the dragon student in this class because it was easier to accommodate both in one room than to have them in two.

The speech itself evoked a number of complicated emotions within Akeno; insecurity, self-pity, stubbornness and determination along with a few others she couldn’t identify. ‘Heroism is founded upon strength’; it was a sentiment that she herself had thought many times before but even so, hearing it stated so plainly now, by one of the people who were to teach them to be heroes, brought her mood low for a moment before she could recover.

Not everyone could acquire the kind of strength Suika-sensei was talking about, even if they worked at it every day as diligently as they could. Even if they worked hard every moment they could for every day of their lives they would still fall short of someone born with an even greater strength. ‘Some of you may feel as if you’ve started too late’, but even if you started early, and Akeno was willing to bet she had started earlier than most, the starting positions weren’t equal. That was just the way this world worked.

But like Suika-sensei said, it didn’t matter. She’d made it this far and she intended to make the most of it and see this through to the end. Akeno wasn’t aiming to be Number 1 after all and she wasn’t in this for fame or glory; she didn’t need to be the best, she just wanted to be a hero.

“Now, who wants to declare their goals first?”


Akeno raised her had to bring the teacher’s and the class’s attention to herself, a determined look on her face and the hand on her desk clenched into a fist. “I do sensei.” Standing up, Akeno bowed to Suika-sensei before speaking. “My name is Akeno Kudo and I want to be a hero.”
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