School assemblies.

Generally they're there to make everybody feel united. Another purpose is for the staff to give all of their school's students an update regarding any and all changes made to the school that affect their ability to learn, however slightly. Today, an announcement is going to be made regarding the new building for non-combatant students and their dorms.

A chance for all students to welcome their allies who try and coexist as powerless civilians, alongside those who wish to protect them and live as heroes. This is the day Hero High has decided to announce their new student body's presence to the world!

Class 1-A is made up of 15 students. Class 2-B is slightly smaller with 14 students.

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Class 3-C has...3 students?

Principal: “Arggh I don't want to hear anymore from you about this topic Mr. Abram! No matter what you say, I've already decided that YOU will be Room 3-C of the Non-Combatant division's homeroom teacher!

Hmph, and here I was expecting GRATITUDE for finally bending over and giving you an easy job that you always make requests for."

Mr. Abrams: “Yeah, thanks...for nothing! You know ALL about the creepy stuff surrounding that building...especially that class! It's as if you all among the head faculty took EVERY questionable child and lumped them together!! Then you pass them off to me as MY problem?! Why?!”

Principal: “Because you had nothing better to do.”

Mr. Abrams: “...You....you didn't deny my first claim... about having lumped all the questionable kids together...”

Principal: ”....It's- *AHEM* It's not true! Those kids are... special in their own way. Each one of them has massive potential in ...um, uh... playing the role of... damsel in distress.”

Mr. Abrams: “...Is that supposed to be a talent?”

Principal: “Al-Also! Some of them ACTUALLY have superpowers! Oh yeah! That boy with white hair is called Elijah the Ex Generation leader who once led the Hero trainees around his age and took the entire world by storm with his 'Almighty restoration': one of the strongest self-healing powers throughout Hero Society as a whole, and his mastery over shades 'Black and White' which can repel or deflect a variety of powers thrown at him!"

Mr. Abrams: “Why is he a non-combatant?"

Principal: “Well...um...he lost control of his powers after he...uh....was defeated by some stranger that challenged him. Apparently the shock of losing really messed him up...or something. We aren't quite sure yet but...we are starting to speculate his opponent might've 'left' something behind with him when he was attacked.”

Mr. Abrams: “...How unfortunate. So... is it my job to fix that too?”

Principle: “It is ALL of our jobs to fix that issue. If you notice anything, anything at all: whether it be a change in his emotions or his behavioral patterns – just let us know immediately.

Oh! He's not the only one! There's a special girl, well they're ALL special in their own was, I suppose, but she is REALLY special. Her name is Ophelia and she hails from those extinct unproven and unrivaled behemoths: the Titans!

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At least we are 90% sure on that!"

Mr. Abrams: “...and, the other 10%?”

Principal: “She could be a normal 6'7 ½ child who happens to have been born with extremely high grade super-strength – We're estimating myth class. They say when she was getting attacked by a man attempting to rape her she...uh, blew up his skull with a single punch.”

Mr. Abrams: “So she has super strength, but I have a few problems with this one here. 1) Anybody with basic D grade super strength can at least perform that feat on normal people. Why did you classify her as having Myth Grade strength? 2) How did a regular guy even push somebody with super-strength down? That sounds like a strangely funny scene to watch: like an ant punching a human and breaking their leg because the human was blocking their anthill.

Ah! Sorry, it does sound funny, minus the raping part. Rapists are some of the worst kinds of scum.”

Principal: “Well, her 'rapist' wasn't any ordinary guy like you assume. He was... the former superhero who managed to make it to rank 33rd on Herotopia's Heroist Leader-board: Mr. Shock-Proof. His powers, as you may know, are... AHEM, I'm sorry: WERE, A grade shock absorbance, A grade Physical endurance A grade durability-”

Mr. Abrams: “Wait, there's a difference between endurance and durability? What is it?”

Principal: “Don't know. If I had to guess... something like stamina vs defense perhaps? Either way, we know he had both. Neither of them were under A grade either. He Also had “titanium Physique” as an enhancement attribute. So for her to completely obliterate his head in one single punch... It means that she had to break through 4 layers of top tier defensive properties. We never bothered to examine his mental state since he originally passed with flying colors after renewing his Hero Society membership license. Haah, maybe that's a thing we should get on top of.”

Mr. Abrams: “Okay, I see why you all decided to give her myth grade powers... but then why the HELL is such a ticking time bomb like her sitting with a bunch of NORMIES?! That's frickin' dangerous to the point of being outright STUPID!”

Principal: “Relax... we obviously limited her powers by 99 % of its output, give or take a few percentages. Her main problem though is her mindset. She's as shy as a bunny when around folks that don't lack any sort of confidence."

Mr. Abrams: “...And what if she opts for going on a rampage with that 1%? 1% of a myth grade SUPER STRENGTH can probably still level a whole city...or at least a small one."

Principal: "That's why you're here. It should be easy-peasy for somebody of your caliber handling a city-level infant, but it shouldn't come to that. I doubt she'll even be able to make friends with her background as a 'murderer' and the trauma that comes with it. Maybe Elijah can help, but... he has his own issues to work on for now.

Oh yeah! There's this other super-powered kid who is completely normal, or at least he WAS when he signed up with us... ehehe. He also has a superpower that isn't too crazy or out of control. In fact, it's just the opposite. We must find a way to strengthen it and raise its rank from Z grade to E grade as soon as possible. Only then, can he be upgraded to Sidekick level.”

Mr. Abrams: “Sounds promising... Okay! What's his super power?"

Principal: “He can talk to animals.”

Mr. Abrams: “...huh?”

Principal: “It's true, minor animal control still falls under the category of the power 'Animalis' which his father has. As a professional sidekick, the man has done amazing work. Always aiming for the top, just falling short of it however, each and every time. At least his son actually inherited his power, unlike some folks. If we strengthen it, then the son may have a chance to do what his father could never do – that is to become a Superhero.

By the way in case you're wondering: Yes his dad did in fact, give his consent for us to begin testing untested and highly experimental drug serums on his boy Brennan. Wonderful dad, that one.”

Mr. Abrams: “Wha- if you can strengthen powers, then why haven't you ever done it for me?! Forget strengthening the boy...strengthen the father!”

Principal: “We can't do that: both of you are too old. If either of you were under 30 we could spare some for ...the father, but neither of you are.

Hey! You should be PRAISING us for completing our 'Power Serums'!! Now we just have to perfect our 'Attribute Serums'.”

Mr. Abrams: “Haaa.... Well, fine then. Sounds like I'll be having a blast this year. Yay me~”

Principal: “Perfect! I'll take that as a yes, this conversation was also being recorded so no backing out now~ lemme introduce you!”

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The two take a peek into the open assembly that is not in fact taking place inside the assembly hall, but in front of it. This is because School starts a little bit early for everyone, beginning in August: When the winds begin to pick up and temperatures finally cool down some. After confirming with security that the gathering crowd is satiated with their seating arrangements, both make their way inside of the unused assembly hall where all three classrooms have gathered together into their respective classes.

Yes... all kids have gathered...

Mr. Abrams: “You know, I-”

Principal: “DON'T say it! In fact, just... stop speaking, please. I'm already growing a headache, and I really don't need your sarcastic, not-so-funny humor right now.”

Mr. Abrams: “...Wh- haha... What CAN I say. On one hand, I'm starting to feel as stressed as you since this is MY class, but still... if my group is only 3 kids small, then this'll be a piece of cake! Haha... ha..

ah...

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those little shits.”

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