The air was cold, cold enough to where he could see his breath as he walked from the entrance of the school down the middle walk way. It was a large school, a few stories high with an extensive amount of space behind it for training the students. Daizo Koga lived outside the school with one of instructors who taught at Kanna Academy, one of Japan's large and expensive military schools. In fact, all they had was military schools now. At Kanna Academy the students were taught not only the basics of education but also military tactics and things of that nature. However, the difference between Japanese schools and other countries' schools was the use of Magic. Japan was determined to get ahead in the arms race of the world, it was unknown how their people had the ability to use magic when others didn't, but most speculated that it was something in the water. Children were taken from their parents most of the time, other parents let their children go without having to be forced too. Those who were taken had to live onsite. Daizo was an exception. His parents were killed when he was young, but he was taken in by Major Koga and lived off campus with him.
Daizo hated magic. Hated everything to do with magic. He wouldn't use it, no one could make him. The irony was that when he was tested for the ability to use magic, the results came back that he was more than adept in the area of magic and even put in special classes. In which he was failing all of them, by choice of course.
With a heavy sigh, Daizo watched as a puff of his breath appeared and then dissipated in the cold. Of course it would warm up, it always did. But for now, the mornings were going to be chilly. As he walked past a few class mates he heard their whispers. Whispers, about him.
"I heard that he lives with Major Koga..." One whispered.
"He's the one whose parents were murdered by magic users, right?" The other spoke just as quietly.
The young man turned his head, stopping in his tracks and staring at them with a death glare for moment. "Hey, the name's Daizo. Got something to say, come say it to my face." His words were not scornful, but more cocky than anything. He removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms. "Well?"
The two other first year students looked surprised than scurried away from Daizo.
"Hey, first year. You better not be causing trouble." A small group of students came up behind Daizo.
"Me? Causing trouble? No, I'd never do that." He said with a smirk before turning to face the group. "Hello again, Akihito-sama."
Akihito, the third year student, growled at the use of the respectful term sama, because he knew Daizo was using it to mock him. "Look here, kid." He grabbed the front of Daizo's uniform and brought him to eye-level. "I could destroy you in a second. You disrespectful piece of shit."
"I'd like to see you try." Daizo reached behind him, removing his training knife from the sheath at the small of his back. It wouldn't actually cut any one but with enough force it would hurt if the blade was dragged across someone's skin. Also the sharp tip of it was enough to draw blood.
"What're you gonna do with that? I have magic. You refuse to use your's. I doubt you can even use magic."
Daizo's look of confidence never left his face. In a split second he used the hilt of his blade to knock the older teenager upside the head which caused him to release Daizo. "Anyone else?"
The others, now enrage by Daizo's arrogance and him hurting their self-proclaimed leader, lunged at Daizo. The younger student easily dodged the group and spun quickly to hit one of them in the back of the head, knocking them out. He ducked as a fist flew over his head and used the weight of his training knife to peg that boy in the stomach with great force, causing him to go down.
"Grab him!" The leader, who had now recovered from the blow, shouted.
Despite his dodging and getting several hits in, they managed to overpower him. He had two teenagers holding his arms, one on either side. He growled and glared at Akihito.
"You've only been here a few weeks, you think you can take us on and win? Without magic?" Akihito held an open hand beside Daizo's head, Palm just inches from Daizo's cheek. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't blow your head off right now."
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because that would be murder and you would be possibly executed for being such a dick." Daizo said, still smirking.
Daizo hated magic. Hated everything to do with magic. He wouldn't use it, no one could make him. The irony was that when he was tested for the ability to use magic, the results came back that he was more than adept in the area of magic and even put in special classes. In which he was failing all of them, by choice of course.
With a heavy sigh, Daizo watched as a puff of his breath appeared and then dissipated in the cold. Of course it would warm up, it always did. But for now, the mornings were going to be chilly. As he walked past a few class mates he heard their whispers. Whispers, about him.
"I heard that he lives with Major Koga..." One whispered.
"He's the one whose parents were murdered by magic users, right?" The other spoke just as quietly.
The young man turned his head, stopping in his tracks and staring at them with a death glare for moment. "Hey, the name's Daizo. Got something to say, come say it to my face." His words were not scornful, but more cocky than anything. He removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms. "Well?"
The two other first year students looked surprised than scurried away from Daizo.
"Hey, first year. You better not be causing trouble." A small group of students came up behind Daizo.
"Me? Causing trouble? No, I'd never do that." He said with a smirk before turning to face the group. "Hello again, Akihito-sama."
Akihito, the third year student, growled at the use of the respectful term sama, because he knew Daizo was using it to mock him. "Look here, kid." He grabbed the front of Daizo's uniform and brought him to eye-level. "I could destroy you in a second. You disrespectful piece of shit."
"I'd like to see you try." Daizo reached behind him, removing his training knife from the sheath at the small of his back. It wouldn't actually cut any one but with enough force it would hurt if the blade was dragged across someone's skin. Also the sharp tip of it was enough to draw blood.
"What're you gonna do with that? I have magic. You refuse to use your's. I doubt you can even use magic."
Daizo's look of confidence never left his face. In a split second he used the hilt of his blade to knock the older teenager upside the head which caused him to release Daizo. "Anyone else?"
The others, now enrage by Daizo's arrogance and him hurting their self-proclaimed leader, lunged at Daizo. The younger student easily dodged the group and spun quickly to hit one of them in the back of the head, knocking them out. He ducked as a fist flew over his head and used the weight of his training knife to peg that boy in the stomach with great force, causing him to go down.
"Grab him!" The leader, who had now recovered from the blow, shouted.
Despite his dodging and getting several hits in, they managed to overpower him. He had two teenagers holding his arms, one on either side. He growled and glared at Akihito.
"You've only been here a few weeks, you think you can take us on and win? Without magic?" Akihito held an open hand beside Daizo's head, Palm just inches from Daizo's cheek. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't blow your head off right now."
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because that would be murder and you would be possibly executed for being such a dick." Daizo said, still smirking.