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A bit late, but here it is, with added content~!

Academy of Noble Arms!

Go wild people.

Chapter One: Rumors and Daylight


Time: 6:30 am - 1 hour before classes begin

Thousands of students poured into the Academy. The start of the new school year brought with it an energetic air that flowed into the students and created an excited mood among them. As the largest school of Noble Arms in the Philippines, the crowds that formed during the start of the school year were no joke. They formed a veritable sea of people as students mingled in the courtyard, a popular hangout spot for the students. Others were scattered about, each finding a spot were they could pass the time until classes begun.

Of course, though the students were excited about more than just the new imminent beginning of the new semester, there was something more in the rumor mill that circulated among them:

The identity of the new Director.

Five months ago, the previous Director of the school, Rupert Rodriguez, had passed away due to a heart-attack, leaving the postion vacant. Now, apparently, a new Director had been appointed, though the identity of the person was inexplicably unknown. None of the students were aware of who the person was; they didn't even know if the person was a teacher affiliated with the school.

Rumors sprung up about who the person was, each one getting more extreme than the last. Some said that the new Director was a teacher high-up on the chain of command, others theorized that they were the one responsible for the death of the previous Director in order to take the position. Another train of thought led to some students thinking that it was a military conspiracy meant to take over the school completely.

Whatever the case, everyone was waiting expectantly for the new Director to make their first public appearance.
While all the discussion and activity went on, the focus of everyone's curiosity looked down from the top of the schools main tower. Blood-red eyes swept across the student body with unconcealed contempt.

"Weak. So very, very weak."

His voice was deep, smooth baritone. It was unbearably pleasant to the ears; it was as though the devil himself spoke, tempting you, and the though the soul rejected its call, the body gravitated towards it.

He ran his hand through his hair, his lips curling into a thin smile.

"Well, that's what I'm here for, I suppose."

Turning around, the Director paced through his room, and stepped outside, and whether it was real or imagined, a chilling wave spread throughout the school.
Excitement and rumor mongering rarely ever ended in nothing but simple discussion. Tension was already high, and in a school filled with students that possessed weapons on their persons constantly, it was inevitable the fights broke out. And indeed, even though it was the very first day, there was already a fight on the way.

"Listen here you bitch, just try and repeat that again!" a large student carrying an axe in hand scowled deeply at a short girl brown-headed girl with red highlights.

"Sure! Here, listen loud and clear you jackass: You're a fucking moron and you should keep your moronic opinions to yourself! I don't know how you graduated from grade-school, with a brain like yours!"

Very few teachers had arrived at school yet, and the guards were busy parsing through the large rush of students entering the school to react to the fight. A few instructors were already alerted, and rushing to the scene, but it would be a few minutes before they arrived.

The students had formed a ring around the two in conflict. Some looking on worryingly, others cheering them on. Still others ignored them and went about their own business. Some were taking bets.

The large young man snarled and brandished his axe, and lightning erupted from its edges.

The girl narrowed her eyes, and pair of flintlocks materialized in her hands.

The two stared at each other, daring them to make the first move.
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Noble Arms. A mysterious power that surfaced during the twilight of World War II - a fact that even today have made many sigh in relief; for the power that Noble Arms lent to its master would have undoubtedly made the already destructive conflict so much more terrible. At present time, institutions have been founded in order to control the rapidly surfacing ability to summon powerful weapons - weapons that could, to the bafflement of scientists today, disregard the laws of physics.

Noble Arms are tools that are innate in the users mind, and summoned by their will into reality. For reasons that still cannot be explained despite years of research, Noble Arms only take the form of weapons from before the First World War, however, despite the antiquity of these forms, the power they bare to the battlefield is unlike anything modern technology has been able to produce.

The ability to manipulate the elements to the users will.

Force that can reduce matter down to atoms in seconds.

The strength to withstand the explosion of a nuclear missile.

All of these powers and more still have surfaced along side Noble Arms, and the ones who bare them, the Arms Masters, are sought after by countries all around the world. Where once the strength of a country was decided by the technological strength of their Army, it is now judge by the power of their Arms Masters.

It is now 2015, and the tradition of Arms Masters has been deeply established in society. There are academy's, school's, and programs dedicated to advancing the abilities of Arms Masters for the sake of their country. Truly, there can be no doubt as to the influence that Arms Masters and Noble Arms holds in today's generation.

Focus now on the Trinidad Noble Arms Academy; based in the Philippines, Trinidad is an international school known for its low standards and high graduation rate. It is a school that produces second-rate and mediocre Arms Masters, with no notable achievements save one: it was the Academy that produced the Hero of 1987, Angelito Jaime who single-handedly ended the war between the ASEAN member nations and China before it had even begun.

Now, though its reputation is tattered and its results unspectacular, Trinidad remains a highly populated Academy, boasting of a population of over 2000 students. This is due in part, to Trinidad's unique scholarship system that allows the lower class, who normally are unable to enroll in an Arms Masters Academy, to enroll. However, this year, things have changed; the director had suddenly passed-away, and another one has taken his place. This Director is driven, determined, and powerful. He has announced that he would be remaking the Academy into a first-rate producer of Arms Masters around the world, and he would take that first step by announcing the schools participation in the Noble Arms Summit - an international meet for all Arms Masters, and the main event is the Noble Arms Summit Student Tournament. The Director will achieve this goal by all means; even if it means culling down hundreds of incapable students.

What path will you take on the dawn of this sudden revolution?













@Cinderella Man @WaddleDaisy Waiting on you~!
My first post and it was over three days late ;_;
Meruin Hazy


Meruin was late. That much was a given, although you could hardly tell that she was from the look on her face. Meruin plodded through the large body of students drowsily. The small mage was up late the day before experimenting on herself and barely noticed the time. The direct result of this was sleeping in and waking up way past acceptable school hours.

Speaking of which, Meruin looked around her. There were quite a few people moving around, no doubt scrambling towards their respective classes. The small mage recalled when she first came to this school, and sighed. That was a tiresome - not to mention unnecessarily painful - year. She had wizened up as she grew in power and maturity - at least she thinks so - but that doesn't change the fact that she had done a great deal of damage to her body because of reckless magical experimentation on it.

She was still modifying her body, mind you, but she was doing it properly this time.

In any case, Meruin opened the door to the classroom, ignoring the chaos going on around her about a professor wick or whatnot. Why they had to be so loud over a piece of candle string boggled her, but she was too drowsy to care much. The only thing she could really focus on was getting to the class that eccentric school director had put in her head. Speaking of which, she would need to find a way to block him from her mind - if he could so easily send messages in, then it wouldn't be a stretch to think that he could pull thoughts out. As much as she was grateful to him and his institution, she was not much fond of anything poking in her head asides her own thoughts.


Meruin took a seat and promptly looked up to listen to the directors speech.

". . . nd good hunting!"

Meruin woke up in time to find the whole class in disarray. There was an excited tension in the air, and the students were panicking or looking around at each other suspiciously. What did she just miss? It seems that whatever the director had said was the cause the commotion. Hm, perhaps she shouldn't have slept through the announcement . . .

Well, whatever the case, she could always find out later. She had more pressing concerns.

The small mage raised a hand. "Excuse me," her quiet voice was enhanced magically - rather, she did a Director and threw her thoughts outwardly, though it was more concentrated for the teachers - and despite its silent texture, every word rung clear, "when does class begin?"
@Musoka On it~! Give me a bit.

@GrafRoy Zeppeli I think I'll talk to the teacher. Where is he? :3
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