(Chapter One)
A bus rolls up to a bus stop nearby a large building and opens its door. No individuals seem to be near. A young blonde man walks out. Looking up at the building. He let out a satisfied sigh.
"I did it."
He walks toward the building, finding and going through the entrance. There he saw many people. Some waiting, some getting assistance. Some chatting. He looked up to see a sign hanging down that said "Welcome to the RWWA North American Academy!"
"I've come a long way."
"Hey Riley!"
The young blonde perked his head up and turned to look at the entrance. There stood his friend.
"Felix?"
"Yeah, it's me. How've you been?"
Riley hugged Felix excitedly, and tightly. After a few prolonged seconds Riley pulled away, smiling at his friend.
"I've been fine, i barely made it through last year"
"Same here, last year almost broke me, especially after being stuck at a different school for two years."
"Yeah, it sucked only having contact with you online."
"Agreed. God our new place sucked. But i don't blame my parents. It would have been hard for both of them to find new jobs"
"That sucks man, sorry that happened. But hey, i'm sure they're proud of you for getting to this point."
"Oh, very, i'm sure that your grandpa is proud of you."
"Yeah, he is. He's the reason i'm here after all... oh! Did you want to see if we're compatible?"
Felix nodded. The two firmly grabbed onto each other's hands for about 30 seconds, Riley sighed.
"No connection..." Felix said, figuring this would be the result
"Well, I hope you find a good partner" Riley said, looking up at his friend, a glimmer of motivation and hope striking across his crimson eyes.
The two walk, along with a couple dozen students to the auditorium. There all the students were separated into two groups.
"Weapons to the left and wielders to the right!" An older german man said from his podium into his microphone, which was connected to a few speakers. Within about three minutes everyone was sorted
"Now, if you're a Wielder and already have a weapon, you and your weapon step forward. Only one stepped forward. A woman with pink hair who wore an army cap and a woodland camo military uniform stepped in the center of the auditorium from the Wielder crowd. Shortly after a man about her height with dark orange hair and wearing sweats.
The woman put her feet together and saluted the man at the podium, who most assumed was the headmaster of the Academy. "Sir. I, Camilla Tsubaki, already have my own weapon and wish to move onto the next step."
The man looked at her
"So I'll assume you're willing to show him off for us."
"Yes Sir!" She said, holding out her hand for the boy. He nodded and firmly gripped her hand. Suddenly, the boy's silhouette turned a pure white and his form, in a fluid like fashion, flowed into Camilla's hands, taking the form and look of an M4 Assault Rifle.
She pulled out the magazine and checked it before loading it back in, and looked back to the German man. Keeping the boy turned firearm pointed at the floor.
