Classes went on as normal, that is if you ignore the fact I'm now taking classes meant for fourth years and not third years. I had somehow managed to convince the school that I need to so I can start working. I'm still not entirely sure what authority my Hunter's license is supposed to hold, but it's a lot if my school is doing this. They had offered to let me graduate as soon as I showed them it, but I felt like making them do that would be cheating, so that's why I'm still taking classes.
My brother was non too pleased to hear about this. Taking senior classes meant he had to share the spotlight with me. He's no longer hearing "Osamu! Wow, that looks amazing!" Or "great work, Osamu." Instead, it's "hey, did you hear about Osamu's little sister, Y/n? I heard she has got a really important job to do so she's going to graduate this spring!" And "look at that junior, I heard she's a genius!"
Honestly, all the attention has been bothering me. So I've chosen to do most of my work in the restricted section of the library, which I had gained access to after befriending the librarian, Mori.
Although he hasn't been too helpful, he has given me books without asking. Some of them have been school, some not. The ones that haven't have been of a variety, two never having the same topic, which kept things interesting. I quickly came to realize being kept up in the library wasn't the most efficient way to get my work done, but it worked. Now it's just a week until graduation
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It's Sunday, and graduation is on Thursday, but I could care less. The school had given me my diploma early upon my request. So now I pack my bag to meet Eda. Ms. Aremine had said she would be off in some country I haven't heard off. Along with that, she gave me instructions to find her, but nothing else. She claimed that Eda wanted to give me a little challenge. Wonderful. I just hope it's not too hard. I slip the final items into my bag before zipping it up.
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My flight is scheduled for 8am, and Searanita only has two airports. Neither are close to my house, meaning I need to leave by 5am, walk to the train station. The train leaves at 5:45. I'll ride the train to the airport which should arrive around 6:30 and then go through the airport process, which I'm not too happy about.
Slipping out of my room I head towards the kitchen to grab my bento and a bottled water. I open the door, which makes an ungodly sound. I close it immediately after exiting, but I'm afraid I've woken Osamu. While our house is large, the sound from the door opening can be heard from the bedrooms. I don't want to face my brother so I run down the driveway before he can stop me.
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Stepping out of the taxi I take in my surroundings. Ms. Aremine had given me clues that I easily solved. So much for a challenge. It honestly felt like she had underestimated me. Looking back at it she probably did. She was always the one teacher to praise you for doing the absolute minimum in an almost mocking tone.
Before me is a bar. I squint at the crumpled paper in my hand. Did I write it down correctly? Or is she just a drunk?
I quickly fix my posture before heading in. I open the heavy door. Past the dim blue lighting is a, well, bar. Nothing is too special about it, at least from what I can see. To the immediate left a staircase, blocked off by one of those velvet chains. the bar itself is placed just past it. To the right are the normal stuff, just tables, and chairs. In the back is a small empty stage, which I can assume is used for either live shows or karaoke.
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أدب الهواة{discontinued} {read this at your own risk} {i wrote this in junior high} Y/n, despite her lack of qualification, is a Hunter. Not even sure of how she got to the title of a Hunter, she tries her best to live up to it. Oh my god please stop readi...