The distant hum of a city that never truly sleeps was the soundtrack to your morning walk to your new school. A light mist clings to the air, hinting at the promise of rain later in the day. As you round a corner, the towering structure of UA High School comes into view, a stark contrast to the quaint residential street. The sight of the school fills you with both excitement and a hint of trepidation. Today is the day you’d find out if you have what it takes to be a Hero.

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In the teacher’s lounge, a few of them are discussing the news of a new foreign exchange student arriving soon.

“I heard there’s a new foreign student starting today. They’ll be in Class 1A.” Gang Orca hums as he stirs his hot tea, the scent of it filling the air with a soothing mist.

“Great. Another Class 1B spotlight stealer,” Vlad King grumbles, though he’s not truly upset, but rather interested in what the new student can do.

“We’ll be respectful, regardless of what class they’re in. I’m sure the new student is already nervous, so we should provide a warm and welcome environment for them to feel safe.” Ectoplasm gives Vlad King a pointed look before refocusing on the newspaper he was reading.