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Welcome to Senshi Academy!
This is a unique school located on the outskirts of Kyoto, Japan. Not many know of it, and it's inaccessible to the common public. Why, you ask? There's a good reason.
Shapeshifters attend here.
Here, regular human beings aren't travelling from class to class. Humans who are able to shift into an animal, be it mundane or mythical, attend here in hopes of learning more about exactly what they are. There are certain classes of shifters: A, B, C, and S tier. The A, B, and C tiers are animals that people normally know of; like cats, dogs, snakes, wolves, birds, elephants, whales, and the like. The S tier are a little different, however. In the S tier are creatures that people only thought existed in legends and lore: creatures like the pegasus, dragon, basilisk, griffon, and more. Even creatures that some cultures worship as Gods are able to be shifts, and this is the precise reason why they were given a tier all their own. The S tiers are a very special breed, and they also require constant supervision. Due to the immense power that some possess, they don't lodge with the other A, B, and C tiers in the regular dormitories. Since they have such strong spiritual energy and power, they live in a nearby temple with others of their kin.
In this temple rest those of the S tier, and here they learn to control their various gifts and abilities. Like the other shifts, they possess enhanced senses and possible heightened speed and strength. What sets them apart, however, is the fact that some have elemental affinities. Being able to control the ways of earth, fire, water, air, and even being able to manipulate the weather are but a few gifts that some of those in the S tier possess. Some others even have more psychic gifts, like reading minds. Some can heal, some can curse; some can even bring a person back from the dead. Due to this, they're treated a bit differently from those in the other tiers, both by their supervisors as well as their classmates. Thinking this to be their fate, many just abide by the rules set out for them, following the orders that their supervisors give them. What the shifters don't realize is that maybe, just maybe, there's a more diabolic purpose behind the construction of this school. However, most have nowhere else to go.
This is the story about two students, both of completely different personalities, backgrounds, and beliefs. Yet, they have one thing in common: they're both S tier shifters.
What will happen between the two?
Only time will tell.
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Misaki could see the early morning light slowly spreading around her bedroom. She rolled about lazily over her futon, reluctant to get up at first. However, she knew that today was the start of the new school year, and she definitely wasn't going to be late for class. Mm.. I don't wanna get up yet.. She thought to herself, letting out a gentle sigh under her breath as she rested her arm over her forehead. Her dark chocolate brown irises turned to look over towards her shoji doors, taking note of the subtle blue tint showing through the thin paper lining. It hinted towards the break of dawn. Any moment, that pale blue would be traded for a magnificent orange, and Misaki knew that she should start getting ready before that change in hue. With a sweet groan, she sat up, gently removing her fluffy blankets from over her body. As she gave her thick, smooth black hair a ruffle, she began to gaze about her room. In the center, there was a small table that featured two zabuton seats. On the side were some fusama doors, and Misaki slowly began rolling back up her futon with the intent of placing them neatly inside. Once she finished, she turned her attention to getting dressed.
Senshi Academy now had two sets of uniforms. One set was red, and those of the A, B, and C tiers wore it. However, those of S tier had a different set. Theirs sported hues of white, and the supervisors at Senshi made it this way just so the other tiers knew not to toot their horn. By them not messing with those of S tier, and by them knowing that they had a much stronger shift than theirs, the higher-ups at Senshi believed that it would reduce conflict and fighting greatly. This was the first year that they were trying this out, and Misaki didn't quite know how to feel about it. She didn't want the other shifters to see her any differently; in fact, she just wanted to blend in. This uniform only made her stand out more, and it embarrassed her quite a bit. Still, she knew that she wasn't in any place to complain or object. This place was the only home she had, so she knew she had to respect the rules it had. Without giving the subject another thought, Misaki slipped into the uniform of black and white, adjusting it accordingly once it hugged her petite figure. She looked into one of the mirrors she had placed upon the green wall in her room, fixing her hair until she was satisfied.
I think I'm all set.. Right? She thought to herself, pursing her lips together nervously as she continued to stare into her reflection. Her silky and straight black hair set nicely over her shoulders, and her uniform fit her slender figure alluringly. However, she couldn't help but feel a tad overwhelmed and insecure. It was the first day of school, after all, and Misaki wasn't the most confident girl around the block. Ever since she first began attending school, the first day was always the most unnerving. Even though she has been attending this academy for a year already - ever since Mr. and Mrs. Hiroshima, the principal and vice principal of Senshi, found her in Okinawa when she was sixteen - she still hasn't made many friends here. Many avoided her due to the intimidating nature of her shift. Being an animal that many Japanese worshiped as a God didn't quite scream "friendly" in the eyes of some people. It mainly gave off the impression of, "You better give them the respect they deserve, or else you'll be cursed for the rest of your life." Despite the fact that Misaki is filled with kindness and compassion, many only saw her for the kirin inside.
This year, I'm going to make friends. Misaki set a goal for herself internally, nodding encouragingly to herself in the mirror. I'm going to show them that there's more to me than just my kirin shift. I'll.. I'll be more open. I'll talk more. I'll express myself more. She went on and on in her mind about all the things she wanted to do, repeating them as she began gathering together her school materials. Nodding along with her ever flowing thoughts, Misaki soon left her room and made her way down the halls. The place was slowly starting to ignite with the morning hues of orange and yellow, and the sound of the first chime could be heard. It was a type of call that let everyone know in the temple that it was time to rise and prepare for the day. Oh, no! She rushed towards one of the dining halls, kneeling along with everyone else at one of the low communal tables. Thankfully, she had arrived before they started, and there were even a couple more people who arrived after her. In suit along with everyone else, she chanted, blessing their food. Misaki couldn't help but find the words enchanting; it never got old.
KAMUROGI KAMUROMI NO MIKOTO MOCHITE
SUME MI OYA KAMU IZANAGI NO MIKOTO
TSUKUSHI NO HIMUKA NO TACHIBANA NO ODO NO AHAGIHARA NI
MISOGI HARAE TAMAISHI TOKI NI ARE MASERU
HARAEDO NO O KAMITACHI
MOROMORO NO MAGAGOTO TSUMI KEGARE O
HARAI TAMAE KIYOME TAMAE TO
MOSU KOTO NO YOSHI O
AMATSU KAMI KUNITSU KAMI
YAOYOROZU NO KAMITACHI TOMO NI
KIKOSHIMESE TO
KASHIKOMI KASHIKOMI MO MAOSU
This was one of the few things she liked about living in a temple along with the other S tiers. In a way, she felt like she was in a totally different world. Everything was so refined and poise; very different from her old life with her parents in Okinawa. The most they'd say in blessing of their food was, "Itadakimasu."
With a humble sigh, Misaki took her hands out of the standard prayer pose, allowing them to roam about in search of her chopsticks. Once they were in hand, and once everyone else began eating, she also began to enjoy her meal.
Delicious~
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The room was simple, with minimal furnishings and surrounded on two sides by rice paper shoji doors and wooden panelled walls on the remaining two walls. The floors were made up of tatami mats, the number indicating the length and size of the room. The room was fairly large, much larger than any he had lived in before. It was perhaps 8 mats in size, probably about 3 by 3 metres all in all. Indeed, it was the size of the lounge room in his previous home in Tokyo, where space was always conserved and rarely used carelessly.