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Today was a day just like any other for the people of Mitakihara town. However, for those who were tied into the fate of the magi, It would be a very important one for various reasons. For now, everyone carried on their normal lives unknowingly. Eiji woke as he usually did, and dressed for school. being a Magi didn't mesh well with a normal school life, but he had to carry on through with this last year of education. He wouldn't do anything beyond that because it would get in the way of his duties. Doing anything beyond hunting specters, (if you survived that long) was an ignorant hope. He knew that, and those he had shared past hunts with knew it too. When you wished, you gave up your life. That's why he felt it was his duty to advise others not to become magi.
He left his apartment, and began his walk to the high school. He could see others walking towards the tower-like school, and wondered what all their lives were like. Ignorance truly was bliss. He made it to the school, and to his homeroom, stepping on the panel on the floor, causing his desk to fold out. He sat down, and swiped his student ID in the desk's side, checking himself in as an attending student, and relaxing in his seat with a book. This class was a mix of students from various grades. Some of which were noisy, and annoying, and others that spoke about him from across the room. He knew what they all thought about him. A normal boy would feel a sense of pride about it, and possibly interact right back, but her brushed them off, simply because it didn't matter.
He left his apartment, and began his walk to the high school. He could see others walking towards the tower-like school, and wondered what all their lives were like. Ignorance truly was bliss. He made it to the school, and to his homeroom, stepping on the panel on the floor, causing his desk to fold out. He sat down, and swiped his student ID in the desk's side, checking himself in as an attending student, and relaxing in his seat with a book. This class was a mix of students from various grades. Some of which were noisy, and annoying, and others that spoke about him from across the room. He knew what they all thought about him. A normal boy would feel a sense of pride about it, and possibly interact right back, but her brushed them off, simply because it didn't matter.