Percy stood in the middle of the group of freshmen, huddled in a spot where everyone had their back to him. Are the rest of us supposed to be waiting for our teachers to pick us up?" He questioned aloud.
"Huh, I guess I napped longer than expected. Removing his face mask, Arashi looked around and noted that it appeared only the freshmen were within the courtyard. This was Arashi Kazama.Īs he rested underneath the shade of the tree, an acorn fell from above and landed directly on Arashi's head, causing him to awaken with a jolt. In addition, he wore a set of casual slacks with a pair of white sneakers. Much like those around him, he was also wearing a white-collared shirt with a red tie and blue shoulder straps. The sound of snoring could be heard as a brown-haired boy was relaxed underneath a nearby tree, his eyes covered by a dark green face mask and his arms crossed behind his head. you don't even have your quirk named yet, HAHAHAHA!" Brandon teased. "Yeah but unlike you, I have my Animal Shifting controlled a lil'. "So what? Yo if they wanna fight then, we fight." Michael responded. "I hope we don't have to get into shit cause of you, you know yo' mouth is deadly." Laughing, Brandon, and Michael walked over to an empty bench and table set up in the east of the courtyard and just stood near the set. "But you can't lie either, these niggas look weird as shit."
Ain't gone lie though, Brando, you real for coming with me though." Michael stated, placing his hand on Brandon's shoulder. "Nah nigga, I don't even wanna be here now that I think about the shit. He wore the same uniform as Michael, though he was a bit taller than him. "Mike, you gotta chill." A blue-haired boy of the same complexion of Michael stated, with his backpack hanging off of his shoulders. "Fuck, I just realized this means I'm surrounded by weirdo niggas." Michael muttered to himself, or so he thought. Pulling on his tie, Michael attempted to unloosen it as he looked at the rest of the freshmen present in the courtyard. Rather than his usual baggy sweatpants, he had on casual slacks with a pair of all black Nikes. He wore a white collared shirt with a red tie and blue shoulder straps. He sported his signature mohawk style though his attire was a bit different. But how could the guide be late?Īmong the many freshmen standing in the courtyard, Michael Davis, managed to stand out of not by the mug on his face, the crazy hairstyle he wore. Yes, these were the instructions of their future teachers and guardians. And finally, end their day with a massive party! After all, this was supposed to be the happiest day of their life. After which, the guild would show them both the property, provide a proper guide tool and get them registered into the school's defensive system. As per instructions written on their acceptance letters, they were to wait for their official guide to appear and welcome them formally to the school.
Only freshmen were left standing in the courtyard. For the students who returned were already within the confines of the many buildings minutes later. Was it a rush to get back to their studies? A longing for school or even the fact they hadn't seen one another for an entire summer? Regardless it mattered not. They moved at a different pace, but all seemed rushed to clear the courtyard. Returning hero prospects and future scientist linking up to discuss their vacations.
Hundreds upon thousands of students disappeared into the building. Hell, even the courtyard was more than twenty minutes away from the main buildings. And surely there were more secretive locations as well. And was littered with countless facilities. The land upon which the T.S.J High School was built, stretched as far as the eye could see. Several waves of students disappearing into a school that was comprised of several massive metallic buildings, each connected by large glass bridges as well as several pathways laid upon the ground.