" I can't believe I got roped into babysitting a bunch of snot nosed Rookies." A rather slender with his hair neatly slicked back takes one last deep drag of his cigar before dropping it on the ground and putting it out with the toe of his shoe. " Maybe this assignment would be so bad if they let me smoke." He would push up his sunglass and make his way to the large building. The smell of smoke trailed behind his menacing steps forwards accompanied by a neatly tailored suit the only thing out of place was his lazily done tie. He drew many stares to look his way, whether it be from his sunglass and the scowl on his face or tall body, he wasn't sure at this point. Taking long strides, his long legs covered ground pretty darn quickly and he walked with purpose. Glancing around, he could see the sun was slowly rising itself in the sky as its bright rays of sunlight kissed the tops of the trees that surrounded the school's campus.
The man focused on the direction he was headed towards, today was the start of a new school year at United Nations Academy unlike most here he was not a student or teacher. To his dismay, he was brought here to help with the school's "special program". In his arms, he carried files on all the students who enrolled in said special program or at least the ones that he was made a liaison to. To most people the United Nations Academy was the most prestigious schools in the world. Every year the school receive millions of application but only 100 applicants are chosen, now some of these applicants are normal humans that will go on to live normal lives but most are "special", in reality, United Nations Academy is where their more "special" student train to become an Agent of "The Agency" who specialize in dealing with things that people tell their children don't exist. The Man pushed open the doors to the classroom he was told to meet his "Team" in. The room itself wasn't too big compared to the other classroom, in truth, it looked a bit run down. Which only seem to add to the long list of reasons why he hated this detail. The things his "team" would be dealing with are far too dangerous as well as something kept hidden from the rest of the normal human world, so the room had to be one that wouldn't garner unwanted attention. The man would take a seat in the front of the classroom, glancing at the watch on his wrist he waited for the bell to ring.
The began to tap his finger on the desk nervously, it has only been 5 minutes since he last smoked and he had already begun to go into withdrew. He hated that he has to waste time giving a briefing to his "Team" the man was sure most would die or drop out due to the level of difficulty that came along with the job, the man seen this as a waste of time and effort when most of these rookies will be gone in a week.
A light breeze would blow through the courtyard of the Academy, Hideo would like to spend his free time sitting under one of the many trees that lined the courtyard. even if Hideo only had a few minutes before he had to be in class he was determined to enjoy them. back home he had no free time if he wasn't sleeping, or eating he was out "training" with his mother. Well, at least, she called it training, Hideo would call it getting beating into paste while someone yelled at you to fight better. Hide could hear the other students as they made their way to class, Hideo didn't plan on moving until well after the first bell rang if his teach gave him grief about it, he could always say he "got lost".
There were not a lot of advantage to begin blind, but getting pity was one of them. It was too bad he was born into a family were pity only got you beat into the ground harder, his childhood was an extraordinarily difficult one even by demon hunter standard. His parents worked him harder than anyone else to make up for his disability. In a way he was thankful for this, the beatings only make him stronger, the pain only made him tougher and the scars only made him more determinant. Just as the boy began to get comfortable the bell began to ring, Hideo let out a long and depressing sigh. That nose signaled the start of what would surely be along day.