Chapter 5: Good Morning Beacon Academy

Part 1
It was morning in Beacon Academy and everyone was eating in the dinning hall or waiting for classes to start. Everyone except one team.

"Dammit Stun! Why is it taking so long?! You're gonna make us late!"

In the bathroom, a teenager with short, perfectly coiffed, brown hair was re-settleling his getup extremely cautiously. His name was Sunstone Hubris and he was in first year here at Beacon. Stun is actually the nickname everyone gave him on the pretext that "it is shorter". He really didn't like it but he was now pretty used to it. Actually, the last time that someone other than the professors called him by that name he stared at them with big round eyes.

"Would you please make less noise: I'm trying to concentrate." He took a look on his pocket watch. "Besides, classes won't start before a long time."

"There isn't the problem, you moron! None of us ate already!"

"And then? You can't claim yourself a hunter if you can bear at least hunger."

"Alright then! Go ahead and die of starvation!"

The girl who was shouting at him was his actual team leader: Tourmaline Springjump. She was a healthy and muscular teenage girl with long, dark green hair gathered in a ponytail. She almost always seems angry and ready to yell at you. The only exception was when she's fighting. In these moments she's ecstatic and best not be her opponent. She was known as "The Gladiator due to the fact that she's on a winning streak since the year started. For some reason she was older than most of the first years.

"Come on, leader. You know that if you don't let him do it properly, he won't be as "beautiful" as usual." Said someone with a sarcastic tone.

It was an other member of the team: Cherry Saturday. This one was famous for some obscur reasons but it was said that since he registered, a lot of troubles had struck everyone. He was a slim teenager with very short, pink hair and one of the most enthusiastic look in his eyes. Everybody's finding him creepy, probably because of his tend to constantly smile like if he was up to something or to his his passion for voodoo dolls, but Sunstone don't really care. He was the kind of person that cannot refrain from making sarcastic remarks to people and everyone had learnt to avoid speaking with him.

"You could not say better." He said as he was leaving the bathroom "I have the feeling that something will happens today. As such, I have to be presentable."

"Stun, you're more presentable than a bunch of businessmen. Now, you'd better hurry or you won't eat anything for the rest of the week!"

On a corner was sitting a stranger teenager with short, dark blue hair who was covering the bottom of his face with a scarf and was wearing an orange and baby blue audio headset. Honastly, nobody knew a thing about him. He's never talking, never paying attention and apparently prefered to be alone. He was the archetype of the lone wolf.

"Now everyone! Let's eat or I won't win a damn match today!"

"You know these are only training matches."

"And what? Because you don't usually winn yours doesn't mean that I have to be as weak as you."

Sunstone sighted. He knew the drill. Tourmaline was always relating everything to being weak or being strong. This obsession didn't make her very popular among the others students but everybody was doing with it.

"Well, let us go eat something".