[center][h3]Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ[/h3][/center]
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The Nocturne closed his eyes and sunk even further into the seat, getting comfortable in his position before a holographic screen flashed ahead of him. His eyelids fluttered open when the mermaid on screen chimed in over the dying murmur of the students. Daichi's ears wriggled beneath his hat once he heard what the conditions were for Combat Training. [i][color=ed1c24]Hell yes.[/color][/i] He rocked back in his chair then swung forward, using his momentum to bring himself to his feet. [color=ed1c24][i]A 1-on-1 battle with another A-Rank, huh? Let's see the unlucky bastard I'm facing.[/i][/color] Kuroda entwined his fingers and stretched his arms forward, cracking his knuckles in the process. As he neared the projection, his brushed his fingers along the screen to scroll through the list. 

He narrowed his eyes as he scanned for his name. [color=ed1c24][i]D... why are there so many goddamn D's in the A-rank?[/i][/color] Daichi rolled his eyes impatiently and resumed the tedious search. When he finally found his own label, he cocked a brow at the text. [color=ed1c24]"Seems like there's no getting away from her." [/color] His lips curled into a slight smirk as he thought aloud, swiveling his head around to locate the succubus. To his surprise, she wasn't seated with the other A-Ranks- Nuna was found in the rows just below the elevated terrace. His face snapped from a goofy grin to a grimace, and he tapped aggressively on the transparent screen. [color=ed1c24]"How come I'm not facing against another A?"[/color] Kuroda spoke at the hologram, which gave no satisfactory response. Frustrated, he strode towards the staircase that lead him back to the main floor. [color=ed1c24][i]No point in getting all riled up... maybe it was a mistake in the system.[/i][/color] He attempted to find any tangible explanation for the situation, all while he made his way down the steps. [color=f49ac2]"After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready- they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed."[/color]

Following that announcement, Daichi joined the newly formed line of students as they waited for the the three doors in the back to open; above each door hovered the the letters [i]A, B,[/i] and [i]C.[/i] He was still hung over the fact that he had been set up with a lower rank- wouldn't that put him at an unfair advantage? While he pondered, the few students ahead of him finally stepped through the door. His vision was obscured from where he was standing, so he was unable to determine how anyone would get to their assigned rooms. Once he reached the front of the line, he peered through the entrance only to be greeted by a long hallway that seemed to stretch for miles. [color=ed1c24]"What the-?"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Please swipe your identification card over the scanner."[/color] His mumbling was overlapped by the monotonous voice stemming from a kiosk that had materialized right before him in the middle of the doorway. Kuroda slid his necklace across the blank screen accordingly, and a student id picture (he didn't recall ever taking) appeared on the monitor, along with his basic credentials. [color=6ecff6]"You may proceed, Kuroda Daichi."[/color] As this was stated, the register faded and the hallway transformed into a secluded room with thickly padded walls.

Daichi shrugged and eventually stepped into the room. When he glided past the doorway, a grid was projected across the passage. He walked through nonchalantly, seemingly unaware of the illustration. The door behind him disappeared as well, leaving him alone in the all-white training area. Another voice echoed from an unknown source, breaking the silence that lasted only a few seconds. [color=6ecff6][i]"As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match."[/i][/color]