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  1. Katsurou quietly watched from the front of the crowd as some of his fellow students walked up to the stage, introducing themselves one by one with varying levels of enthusiasm. He was surprised by how many Americans had travelled across the Pacific to have a chance to attend the academy. Unfortunately, it appeared that the rumours of American impropriety held true, especially for Kessandra, who appeared determined to make as many enemies as possible. Katsurou then noticed that he was quickly falling behind the pack, with more students stepping forward to enter every minute. He certainly did not want to be the last to enter, lest he need to resort to highway robbery to ensure his own admittance. After the nervous Lesnar left the stage, Katsurou stepped forward and onto the stage. “Good day my fellow students. I am Yamauchi Katsurou. I am glad to have the opportunity to apply alongside all of you. I pray that all of us will be able to give our best effort!” he said with the warmest smile he could muster through his nerves. Turning to the warrior, he put out his hand, bracing for the weight of the badge that threw his fellow students off balanced. Despite being prepared, the heft of the badge caught him off guard, causing him to readjust his grip on the heavy object before depositing it in his messenger bag. With a smile, he gave a quick bow to the proctor and walked off past the gates towards the urban area. Once a good distance away from the gate, Katsurou took a closer look at the badge. It was shaped as the logo of the academy and was extraordinarily dense, more dense than most metal objects that Katsurou handled before. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused his abilities into the badge. Cracking open his eyes just a crack to see the effects, he was disappointed to see it hovering mere centimeters above his hand, wobbling weakly before dropping back into his hand. “This is going to be much more difficult than I hoped” he muttered to himself with a sigh as he turned towards the city area. The city area was mostly in ruins, with crushed cars and piles of rubble where apartment buildings may have been. Walking along road, avoiding large craters, Katsurou couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. Instinctively, he took out his aluminum orb and made it orbit around him, ready to intercept anything that might come his way. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream broke the eerie silence of the ruins, almost making Katsurou jump out of his skin and fling the orb in its direction, crashing into a brick wall. He pulled back his orb, causing the wall to collapse into more rubble and revealing another fallen building behind with a crushed car underneath it. The scream once again echoed through the city, with its source being from the car. Katsurou leapt into action, dashing towards the rubble and the ruined car. The interior of the ruined car was cast in deep shadow, hiding the victim within. Without hesitation, he slammed his hands on the car door, his face wearing an expression of unyielding determination. The car door slowly began to bend backwards away from the car until it fell off its hinges with a dull thud. “Sir! Are you ok? You’ll be-” Katsurou, prepared to bring an injured man to the attention of the proctors, was stunned to find a crash test dummy wearing a cheap suit with a speaker sticking out of its head. On its right hand was another badge superglued to its palm. Katsurou froze in shock before letting out a hearty laugh, slowly removing the dummy from the car. The dummy was quite heavy, only coming out of the car after a few minutes of struggling and metal manipulation. Once free, Katsurou put the dummy in a fireman carry, grunting with each step. While his uncle taught him some of the basics on being a hero, putting it into practice was another matter. Katsurou starting cursing his decision not to wear athletic clothing as his black dress shirt attracted the growing heat of the sun. Taking shelter of a nearby building, he gently put the dummy up against a wall and took a drink of the water bottle he had not forgotten to bring. The sudden fall of rubble from the next building ended his reprieve. Katsurou readied his orb, prepared to defend his newly acquired badge, only to see a more friendly face. The boy was wearing a simple white T-shirt with a picture of a robed man throwing strange dice and was strangely underequipped, even lacking a badge. “Oh, you must be...Denkara Taro, correct? You left before I could introduce myself. I am Yamauchi Katsurou, hopefully your search was not interrupted by a thief?”
  2. Both ideas sound great! You can go ahead and make whichever you feel better with.
  3. Katsurou Katsurou stopped at the threshold of the academy grounds, just short of the growing crowd of hopefuls like him, eager to justify their enrolment. Despite the great amount of assurance from his uncle that he would do just fine, he could not help but feel the phantom of doubt creep into his thoughts. Before joining the crowd, he muttered a quick prayer for strength and clarity of thoughts. Clutching his trusty aluminum orb in his hands, Katsurou made his way to the center of the circle the crowd formed around the two officiants, one clad in the armor of ancient Japan, the other dressed in robes that only partially covered muscles that defied his apparent age. The elder looked as if someone had pulled one of the great patriarchs of Israel straight from Genesis and put him in charge of the test he was to take. Perhaps this was a sign that all would be well? Following the proctors into the academy grounds, Katsurou could not help but wonder just how big this place was, containing an entire forest within its walls. He was quickly snapped back to this surroundings as the warlike instructor began to explain the situation. When told that everyone present had passed the written exam, Katsurou let out a sigh of relief, accompanied with a big smile. This smile did not last long when the rules of the practical exam were told. Collecting five badges and holding onto them until sundown did not sound difficult at first, but the attitude of his fellow students made him question what the instructors were planning. “Stealing badges not causing an immediate disqualification? Why would they encourage new heroes to steal?” Katsurou muttered to himself, absentmindedly fiddling with the cord in his collar. Looking up to the crowd, Katsurou looked for anyone else who may be more likely to steal and anyone who would rather work together. Clearly the amazon was out, being the first to ask if theft was allowed. Considering her brutish appearance, he reasoned that she would be the first to strike out on her own. The furtive student with the headphones appeared annoyed by the amazon, but perhaps only because of the competition. The bat-like girl, who had just let out a sonorous screech, may be reliable, or at least not outright malicious, as was the green-haired student and the towering student with strangle ripples along his arms. The pink haired girl, apparently perturbed by the batgirl’s sudden screeching, leaned down to mutter something to her. Katsurou was not able to make out what was being said, but considering the reaction of those around her, it could not have been anything encouraging. His first instinct was to move to confront her for her rude imposition, but before he could, she had turned her focus back to preparing for the test. Katsurou decided that if he was to be a true hero, he would need to protect not just the helpless, but his fellow heroes as well. “Excuse me! I hope that girl didn’t scare you. I’m sure she’s just as nervous as the rest of us,” he said cordially to batgirl before turning to the group that had assembled around her, “My name is Yamauchi Katsurou. It is nice to meet you all. I hope we can all pass!”
  4. I was more impressed by the worldbuilding you have done. If the other cities are of similar quality, color me very interested!
  5. Introduction: Must Read for Players: Key Information: Rules: Application:
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