<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.myanimelist.net/s/common/uploaded_files/1472310102-7677863927d8b3e8b0515b11f76c4760.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Seth Kamiizumi</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Athena<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Training grounds<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Open /<strong>Mentioning::</strong>Carter, Todd<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday, June 19, Late Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Pensive<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This little number</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3f/95/e5/3f95e5a145431f5d9d322a3ed1438664.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Seth had spent the last week slowly settling into his new life, the hardest part being coming to terms with his roommate just keeping a raccoon in the house. He had mostly kept to himself the first two days, but after that he was practically training from early morning to around noon each day, knowing that being blessed by a goddess of the battlefield would lead to trouble later on if he couldn't hold his own in a fight. He wasn't sure how the whole "interacting with other gods' chosen" would work out either, but just based on the hours of mythology study he had done, coming across someone from the Ares or Poseidon houses wasn't a good recipe for civility or pleasant memories.<br/><br/>For now, the young Asian boy whipped around a secluded corner of the training grounds, making sure he was visible enough that a stray arrow wouldn't hit him without intent. He had come to the village with pistol hidden in his waistband, a police issue Glock that he had rebuilt from the springs up, and had picked up old bronze sword from a collectors shop en route, now meticulously polished. With the unloaded gun in his dominant left hand and the antique blade in his right, Seth spent a short burst of energy on a few parries and lined the barrel up with his imaginary partner's chest. The trigger clicked twice, the lack of bullets confirmed by the birds remaining perched in a nearby tree.<br/><br/>As he zoned out during his self-made drills, Seth reviewed the whirlwind of events that had led him to the boonies in the first place. An upper-middle class city boy who always dreamed big, then let his plans fall to the wayside from boredom. He had always been fairly ahead of the curve in school, his supposed genius the result of a strict Japanese mom and a childhood full of books way above his grade. Entering middle school three years early made him a target for bullies, and his nerdy interests didn't help his case in the slightest. It was always the same types, the stereotypical muscleheads that would get a scholarship for some college sport and act like they just became a world leader. Idiots. It only got worse in high school, and by his junior year, Seth had become numb to it. Broken glasses, books slapped out his hands, the cold embrace of a locker. And in the true fashion of the great American school system, reporting the "star athletes" only made it worse.<br/><br/>Seth forced himself from his reverie. He felt like throwing up as the faces rushed through his mind. He had given up on resenting them; if he was going to get revenge, it would be a long wait and a setup worthy of the wisdom goddess herself. It took him a few breaths to calm his nerves and lower his gun. Life wouldn't be like that here. At least, he hoped it wouldn't. Everyone invited to this village was surely virtuous enough to earn a deity's respect, right? And maybe it would be easier to life a normal life in the village if everyone was going through the same weird trials.<br/><br/>He found his mind drifting down a... less than savory path at that point. He definitely had a smile on his face that showed way too much of his thoughts. This was basically a college full of weirdos with powers, and college meant parties and drunken flings, the exact stuff he had avoided when he was younger. Seth couldn't help but laugh at his old self. He still had the same thick glasses, but now he dressed so much better than the slacks and polo ensemble he carried with pride. Maybe that's why he was targeted. His shoulders rose in a shrug as he shook the thought from his mind. Not like dwelling on the past was useful unless it provided experience for the future. Experience he was sure he was sorely lacking at this point.<br/><br/>As noon approached and nobody had yet interrupted his training, Seth would start the retreat back to his shared house, gun and sword tucked safely into opposite sides of his belt loop. At least his roommate was decent conversation on the off chance the pair of men were home at the same time.