Shiro awoke to the sound of a loud, ringing bell in his chamber. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up in his bed. He was on a motor yacht- commissioned by the Academy to bring students to the actual building. It had been a long 2 days for the future spy. He had flown from Tokyo to Omsk, and then from that city to [Redacted], England, where he then boarded the boat to take him to the Academy. The boat, unlike the flight, was enjoyable, but Shiro was excited at the prospect of arriving to the Academy. He immediately got dressed, and deciding first impressions were important, put on a black, Zegna two-piece suit, sleek and elegant, perfect for the occasion.
Shiro emerged from the boat a moment later, and was surprised to see how medieval the campus was. Massive stone buildings, reminding Shiro of the castles of the Middle ages, stood upon the island. Shiro saw several other boats pulling up on the shore of the Academy as well, presumably other students that he would be with for the next few years. He might have stopped to say hello (he might not have) but a security guard standing in all black quickly ushered him down the path, pointing him towards the largest castle standing on the island. Shiro shrugged and continued his walk. The ornate samurai blade hung at his hip, and a small backpack sagged from his left shoulder. The rest of his luggage would be delivered after orientation, which was where Shiro was headed to.
He entered the large building to find a large ballroom. This room, unlike the more drab stone exterior, was lively and bright- the ceiling was covered with large golden arches, and the floor and walls were a bright shade of yellow. Several other students were lingering in the room, about 50 in total. Behind a podium was a tall, stately older man, with shiny silver hair and a pinstriped suit as well. This was Emery Wolfe, the well-known headmaster of S.P.I.G.A. A former spy himself, he retired from fieldwork to join S.P.I.G.A., where he maintains a wide network of connections. The older man ran a hand through his hair, before coughing into the microphone several times to get everybody’s attention.
“Greetings returning students, and welcome new ones. We look forward to taking you all under our wings again for another year and teaching you everything there is to know about the spy business. For those who have been living under a rock, my name is Professor Wolfe, and I run this prestiged academy. I’m going to have to ask the upperclassmen to hold on for a bit while I address the newer students.”
Shiro heard several groans in the crowd, presumably from the upperclassmen.
“You are all about to be thrusted into a new experience. You may or may not have received training, but regardless, this academy will challenge you in ways you have never been challenged before. You will be dropped into the real world and forced to improvise and fend for yourself. Your lives will be put on the line on occasion. We have lost students in the past who were unprepared for lied ahead of them. Thus is the life of a spy, always struggling to survive and adapt in new situations. Do not be discouraged, however. You will be given all the tools you need to survive in the field. If you truly have the heart of a spy within you, you have nothing to fear. And if not, well...I guess you’ll have to fear and push through.”
The older man coughed again. “With that out of the way, I’d like to get you all to your dorms. Take the rest of the day, get accustomed to your peers, for you will be putting your lives in their hands several times over the next 4 years. Get rested, and I will be seeing you all tomorrow for class.” With that, the man gave a small, informal bow and walked away from the podium. A security guard stepped up.
“Freshman class dorm rooms. You will be located in the Whitley Building. Exit the main building, make a right, and then a left. It should be right there. No excessive horseplay or vandalism of the academy property, please. Do not leave the building after 10pm. You may depart.”
After a moment to take in all these new thoughts at once, Shiro exited the main building at followed the guard’s instructions. One right and a left later, Shiro found the dorms, a rather large building not far at all from the main one. It would certainly make getting to class easier. Shiro pushed open the heavy wooden door to enter the area, and was surprised to find a very modern living space. Long white couches lined the wall, and a fireplace with a television sat propped opposite the couch. A spiraling glass staircase rose up to the second floor. Shiro gently ascended the stairs, and looked out the top, where he saw a hallway lined with doors, with each person’s last name plastered onto it. Shiro returned back to ground level and crashed in the couch. Somehow (aka plot power) he had manage to arrive before everybody else. He tilted his head back, his sword laying loosely at his leg, and took a few deep breaths to take in the day and recover from the travel here.
Shiro emerged from the boat a moment later, and was surprised to see how medieval the campus was. Massive stone buildings, reminding Shiro of the castles of the Middle ages, stood upon the island. Shiro saw several other boats pulling up on the shore of the Academy as well, presumably other students that he would be with for the next few years. He might have stopped to say hello (he might not have) but a security guard standing in all black quickly ushered him down the path, pointing him towards the largest castle standing on the island. Shiro shrugged and continued his walk. The ornate samurai blade hung at his hip, and a small backpack sagged from his left shoulder. The rest of his luggage would be delivered after orientation, which was where Shiro was headed to.
He entered the large building to find a large ballroom. This room, unlike the more drab stone exterior, was lively and bright- the ceiling was covered with large golden arches, and the floor and walls were a bright shade of yellow. Several other students were lingering in the room, about 50 in total. Behind a podium was a tall, stately older man, with shiny silver hair and a pinstriped suit as well. This was Emery Wolfe, the well-known headmaster of S.P.I.G.A. A former spy himself, he retired from fieldwork to join S.P.I.G.A., where he maintains a wide network of connections. The older man ran a hand through his hair, before coughing into the microphone several times to get everybody’s attention.
“Greetings returning students, and welcome new ones. We look forward to taking you all under our wings again for another year and teaching you everything there is to know about the spy business. For those who have been living under a rock, my name is Professor Wolfe, and I run this prestiged academy. I’m going to have to ask the upperclassmen to hold on for a bit while I address the newer students.”
Shiro heard several groans in the crowd, presumably from the upperclassmen.
“You are all about to be thrusted into a new experience. You may or may not have received training, but regardless, this academy will challenge you in ways you have never been challenged before. You will be dropped into the real world and forced to improvise and fend for yourself. Your lives will be put on the line on occasion. We have lost students in the past who were unprepared for lied ahead of them. Thus is the life of a spy, always struggling to survive and adapt in new situations. Do not be discouraged, however. You will be given all the tools you need to survive in the field. If you truly have the heart of a spy within you, you have nothing to fear. And if not, well...I guess you’ll have to fear and push through.”
The older man coughed again. “With that out of the way, I’d like to get you all to your dorms. Take the rest of the day, get accustomed to your peers, for you will be putting your lives in their hands several times over the next 4 years. Get rested, and I will be seeing you all tomorrow for class.” With that, the man gave a small, informal bow and walked away from the podium. A security guard stepped up.
“Freshman class dorm rooms. You will be located in the Whitley Building. Exit the main building, make a right, and then a left. It should be right there. No excessive horseplay or vandalism of the academy property, please. Do not leave the building after 10pm. You may depart.”
After a moment to take in all these new thoughts at once, Shiro exited the main building at followed the guard’s instructions. One right and a left later, Shiro found the dorms, a rather large building not far at all from the main one. It would certainly make getting to class easier. Shiro pushed open the heavy wooden door to enter the area, and was surprised to find a very modern living space. Long white couches lined the wall, and a fireplace with a television sat propped opposite the couch. A spiraling glass staircase rose up to the second floor. Shiro gently ascended the stairs, and looked out the top, where he saw a hallway lined with doors, with each person’s last name plastered onto it. Shiro returned back to ground level and crashed in the couch. Somehow (aka plot power) he had manage to arrive before everybody else. He tilted his head back, his sword laying loosely at his leg, and took a few deep breaths to take in the day and recover from the travel here.
