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A small part of him didn't want to be here- and, while only a small part, it was quite the loud minority raging in his head. He was raised to keep his emotions under wraps, to maintain a face that wouldn't crack, no matter the pressure, but anger was the one thing could manage to get a grip around those actions and ideas of his- that he had experienced so far, anyway. He was contempt with being on the sidelines, to not be in the fighting, to not be a hero apart of the family if he could still just serve.[break][break]

But it was no matter- an order, not only from the one set to look over him, but from the big man himself. A pale hand would come up and adjust the hat that sat proudly on his head, marking him as practically the property of the domain he sat in, a place for others to foster their paths of heroism and craft a career out of those obscene powers they held. Black wisps would slowly curl out from his sleeve, a bleak reminder of what had landed him in this place- but it wasn't all bad, for it was also the reason he was taken up.[break][break]

The reason why he had been given a home- he couldn't act spoiled and hate those who took him in just for sending him to this place in hopes of fostering his talent further. He was never a social one, his blank face always making him quite the... difficult one to approach, his speech being quite unfamiliar and unfriendly. He knew of his faults, but he couldn't stray from such a path- however, such a thing meant he was evidently left alone for when collaboration became essential to move forwards in the course. Surely, whoever had gotten him would curse the heavens for his appearance, but he wouldn't mind.[break][break]

They weren't worth any more irritation than they already garnered, in all honesty.[break][break]

Unlike his new assignment partner, Rin had somewhat predicted this turn of events- it was unlikely that a group assignment could even be done alone if it were issued by Shiketsu of all schools. The teacher spoke their verdict and yellow hues would slowly trail down to the girl a little over half a foot shorter than himself, a brow raised at the black figure on her shoulder, the faintest similarity to those black extra "limbs" extending visibly from the left part of his body. The other wished to strategize? Yeah, that would be ideal, but what kind of random ideas would be running amock in the girl's head, he could only wonder.[break][break]

Even if it was an elite school, Rin still had a sense of elitism stuck in his bones, unable to remove it even though his handlers had told him that people here would either be of equal standing to him- or better. His yellow hues would drift away from the girl and back to the teacher, his voice cold and blunt. ``I'm sure it's not difficult to take back one single droid, Shirai-san.`` His words were contradictory to his prior thoughts and, although a bit irritated, he wouldn't let such little things show- part of it was his quirk, he knew this, and he tried his best to smother it.[break][break]

``Can't your critters scope out the area?`` Hey, it's not like he was going to offer nothing to the table.

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Hey, she was onto something! Oh, how wonderful it would be if the other could just read his mind- get an idea of his thought process, hopefully not invade into some of his emotionally-fueled thoughts, and finish this efficiently... how wonderful such an ideal world would be, yet they'd be stuck in this crummy reality, an expectation placed upon him to converse with the fellow hero-in-training. He would simply nod along to the other's proclamation of him being right- ah, had she not thought of such a thing? Well, that was... alright... maybe... perhaps it had just skipped her mind, no need to continuously look down on those you're supposed to work with...[break][break]

Oh, but he couldn't help but dip into that forbidden well just a bit, subtle scorn sitting on his features before returning to blank. As the bus made its way through the simulation, his eyes would lay upon their destination- and, of course, it wasn't as simple as retrieving some stray droids that may have been caught in the outer rings of a large fight or some minimum disaster, no, they would be dealing with quite the dangerous one. Looking down at the curling wisps of black as she asked him about dealing with the fire.[break][break]

Would that work? Were his gusts strong enough? ``The smoke, most likely...`` Waving his hand around, watching the small tendrils slowly drift and dissipate into nothing, he would once more look back at the building. ``The fire, a probability.`` It seems his plan of sending one of those oddities into the building to scout wasn't a horrible idea, after all. After the smallest amount of waiting, with a raised brow from a classmate or two as they made their way into the danger zone, Rin would simply give a nod as the other asked if they should begin their move.[break][break]

``I hope you can route properly.`` His expectations were quite high, even with all the looking down upon- these were the people that were supposed to be equals to him, right? ``If we have to deal with any annoyances...`` Those faint curls of black would suddenly increase in intensity as black smog begin to consume his right hand, a claw forming as black slowly revealed itself through his collar. Once more pulling down on the school's signature hat, he would nod to his temporary teammate. ``Lead the way.`` Oh, how he hoped this would only be retrieval- dealing with any kind of offensive robots would be quite annoying.[break][break]

It was unlikely, though. This wasn't a combat zone simulation, after all.

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Even if it was a truth, that part of Rin which knew how to be a good person stung after hearing of the other's tone that they took with themself. Perhaps, through those six years of classes, a certain someone had managed to rub off on him oh so slightly. But, in the end, it was just a simple sting, something that faded within moments and a simple feeling of annoyance that the other wasn't as capable of him- of course, finding someone this quickly could only be done with the use of her quirk, but he wasn't about to give the other credit![break][break]

He was trained to be courteous through the way of speech only, his mind being far too rude to people who roamed around him, something that, even if the one he was told to take care had told him to work on his rude actions towards others, he would find difficult fixing. How would he have turned out if given a proper upbringing? Well, in his opinion, thinking of such things was unnecessary and a waste of time, but the question would something prod into his mind at times. As they finally began their trip through the building, Rin would make sure to keep his lips sealed, not wishing for any kind of small talk.[break][break]

In all honesty, it felt all too... easy, maybe? Something about it all made him think he had somehow left Shiketsu and everyone coincidentally had put on their old uniforms for this assignment. As a dog of shadow made their way into a room, he would follow as soon as it looked to be fine- retrieving the robot was far too easy. Was this something that their teacher would do? Yellow hues trained on the dog trying to pull the robot out, they would quickly flick to the sound of something loud.[break][break]

Well, of course something had to go wrong. It was only natural for a "hero", after all.[break][break]

He would take a second to think- the question on his mind was one repeated by the girl next to him, his eyes going to the robot and back to the crowd. Taking a deep breath, he would turn his back from the window and begin moving to the door- yeah, there was no reason for him to help, right? This assignment... it was not one that included combat. By all means, this was not apart of the instructions given- and, even if a true hero would go and help that group, doing so just meant possibly getting into something that's more trouble than it's worth.[break][break]

``We're-`` He would slightly trip in his next step, catching himself by planting his hand on the wall, irritation present on his face slowly fading as he picked himself up once more- ah, that would bring up memories of the clumsy lady back at the manor. Someone who was rather different than the dragon hero, one whose nature would make him believe that they would help anyone with all their effort. A part of him reconsidered- even if this was something small, would doing something that would make that person disappointed in him be worth it?[break][break]

With a deep breath, the pause had only lasted for a moment, but he shook his head- ``I guess we can see if it's part of the test.``

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Rin could feel irritation boiling as the other spoke on how nice he was- he was smart enough to tell that he really wasn't, this "act of kindness" simply being... logical! The teacher that had assigned this, even if he must abide by the government's regulation, was always looking for some way to spice up their tests, even if they were all very novice when it came to heroism, as first-year students were. He would click his tongue, averting his gaze from the girl- kindness was a weakness in his eyes, something that he would have to hide. This wasn't kindness.[break][break]

Not only would it be sad if they were to not pass with great marks because they ignored an evident crisis, but it'd also be an inconvenience to have an entire class get scolded if it were the case of their classmate's idiocy. As they made their way out of the first building, they would drop the robot civilian off on the sidewalk- along with any rescue persons if in a reasonable distance- and allow them to be on their way with a couple of instructions; always so scary with how life-like those droids could be! The people who made them surely were geniuses.[break][break]

Oh, but people who were so smart always had those odd quirks to them, those personality traits that always made them an annoyance to converse with. If he were to stick as a butler, he would surely have to be courteous to their kind at some point... well, Shiketsu could also be a training ground for that kind of thing as well, couldn't it? So many oddballs... sure, they irritated him quite a bit, but he had to somehow control such feelings- anger was the one thing that always seemed to get to him, no matter how much he tried to calm it within those six years of practice.[break][break]

As they made their way through the rubble without a peep, those voices would be the first thing to stand out amongst the sound of flickering flames and falling debris, a brow raised at the voice of their teacher- the fingers of his unturned hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, Rin would exhale his grievance. ``Out of all areas, it had to be right next to us... this feels premeditated.`` Well, it wasn't like he didn't stand out as one of the more uncooperative folk of the school. ``We've come this far...``[break][break]

He would raise his blackened hand, a deep breath taken as he closed his eyes, that small draft that barely noticeable suddenly becoming more intense. ``Hold on to your hat.`` Uttering a warning with little time to follow on such, the increasingly intense draft would suddenly focus in on one point, rushing forward in the direction Rin had been holding his hand out, the wind taking the feeble door off its rusted and partly broken hinges, allowing the wooden construction to fly a few meters forwards as Rin stared into the room. ``So, what's going on here?``[break][break]

Although his expression was still blank, annoyance was much more noticeable than before.

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Ah, that teacher of theirs- quite a weird one, really. He always seemed to love taking the role of the villain, wishing to cause as much turmoil during his assignments whenever possible, causing students to flip out in confusion as the seasoned hero turned on those he was supposed to teach- another sigh, irritation creeping on his features more and more as he watched their educator throw a student to the side. The gentle squeeze of his fist, that humane part of him tugging to fight back, although his more logical and trained side would quickly qualm said things.[break][break]

They were nobody in the eyes of the test. They were supposed to save robots, not his fellow classmates. He shouldn't care about them- them failing jut meant he'd pass more triumphantly, right? As the other dipped out of view, he would hold his head in his hands for a moment- ``Are you kidding?`` Looking over at the teacher, he would click his tongue as those shadowy markings flared for but a moment, the black starting to consume more of his person as his claws increased in size. As the pendulum began swinging, Rin would prepare for what was to come- this man was someone who held far more expertise than every one of the students combined.[break][break]

If he truly wished to take out the class, then he would do so in an instant. This seemed more and more like a test as it went on, the grim reality that he would have to stand his ground ever apparent as his eyes trained on the weapon. Holding up his shaded arm, the pendulum strike would quickly strike and make him lose his footing for but a moment, sending him back- before he quickly rose to his feet amidst a few collapsed boxes and rotted wood. ``... that's annoying.`` It hurt- it really did, but it wasn't enough for him to yield.[break][break]

After a second of preparation, he would quickly leap himself forward, using a gust of wind to accelerate himself forward towards the foe- holding out a fist, he'd hope for his first strike to hit if anything, his empowered strikes hopefully enough to push back this menace of a "villain". Sadly, with that gust of wind, he wouldn't be able to muster a tornado for a bit- he could only be disappointed in himself as his fist guided itself towards the teacher's stomach, the second fist looking to connect with his face.

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