King of Hearts

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Econ, as it turned out, was a facade in the same way biology was. The first class was hosted in the athletic fields, which Gon wasn't aware of until he arrived at the econ lecture hall and found a note posted on the door from the professor saying, "Class will be held on Field C. Please come prepared." As ominous as that last statement was, Gon didn't question it. He wouldn't be late for his second class like he was for his first.

Gon walked along the fences surrounding the soccer fields. Field C was the farthest one from campus and therefore, was quite the hike. Several students were on the same path as him, so his worries faded. He was supposed to be here and he hadn't, in fact, been pranked by a student leaving a note like that on the lecture hall door.

A handful of familiar students were gathered on the field by the time Gon arrived. Their bags were all put aside near the fence, so Gon dropped his backpack off and went to join them. He recognized Canary standing clad in a pair of high-waisted slacks and a Yorknew blue sweater. She had her arms crossed and her hair strewn into a massive ponytail on top of her head.

When Gon approached her, she took a half-step to the side. Everyone seemed to be spread out, watching a woman who was not in the Yorknew uniform sit on the grass, patiently waiting for everyone to gather together. She was wearing a fluffy pink coat and a pink scrunchy that looked suspiciously like brain matter.

When approximately ten students were thoroughly gathered about, their professor stood, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Alright, seems like we've got everyone accounted for."

Gon folded his arms tightly over his chest. The air was a bit nippy up in the fields from the Atlantic breeze. He regretted not bringing a coat. He tended to run hot back in California, but things changed the minute he moved north. Sixty degrees was nothing compared to Maine's coastline.

As their professor listed off everyone's name from her clipboard, people rose their hands to show that they were present. Gon recognized the other girl from their floor—Amane, it seemed, based off of the professor's roll call.

After that was said and done, their professor put her hands on her hips and said, "Alright, class, please call me Professor Biscuit. I'll be your introductory field instructor for the semester. By now you all should have your suits identified and by the looks of it, you all came prepared. You're all positively volatile today."

Gon tugged at the collar of his shirt and took a whiff. He smelled relatively clean, albeit wearing second-day clothes.

"Let's lay down some ground rules, shall we?" she said, and ordered everyone to line up. Gon fell into the space beside Canary, despite the way Canary rolled her eyes at him. Amane took her place several people down, gloomy and stoic as ever. Professor Biscuit walked down the line, saying, "As you are all aware, there will be no fighting on campus. Use of your skills is forbidden outside of fields class. The contract you all signed prevents such things from happening. If anyone here breaks this rule, well, you'll know immediately that you have."

Gon rose an eyebrow at Canary. Canary clasped her hands behind her back like a proper toy soldier and eyed him sharply, as if to say, Don't look at me.

"Many of you have been training prior to your time here at Yorknew, but for the sake of simplicity, the first week of classes will be strictly dedicated to manifesting your weapons."

Weapons? Gon thought, eyes wide.

"We'll spend today's two hour timeslot meditating and sharpening your focus for the next class. And as homework, I expect you all to repeat this meditation session every day prior to sleeping. We have several new pupils in our ranks—it's best not to strain your circuits at the start of the semester."