You were whacked over the head from behind with a wooden weapon. “Hey new kid! Why aren’t you training like the other first years?”

You turned around to see the second-year student Maki Zenin. She had a tall and robust body with short dark green hair that went just past her ears. She also had scars and burns down her arms and on the sides of her face. Her amber eyes behind her circular glasses narrowed at you.

“What's your name, new kid?”