The morning of the first day of Daemon Hunter training was as daunting as Naxio expected it to be. The light of the morning sun has just begun to break and he and the numerous recruits were all seated in a meeting room within the compound. Looking around the room he could figure that not all the recruits were here, given the younger-looking faces, it would seem that they were divided by age.
The room was large, oval-shaped with stone pattern floor tiles and a high decorative glass ceiling. On this glass, it portrayed the first great war against the first Daemon King Ondrijar and how the Daemon Hunter Core came to fruition. The outer edge of the room was higher than the center where at least 100 seating spots were placed. At the front of the room was a raised platform, a few inches higher than the edges of the room. Three seats were placed there, making it easy for whoever sat there to see the full scope of the room.
"Attention! Lead Hunter Llewellyn has entered! Lead Hunter Iakovos has entered! And Master Hunter Ranek has entered!"
At that announcement, three figures walk into the room and everyone bows immediately. The first figure to enters was a man who seemed to almost glide across the floor with how much grace he painstakingly injected into every step. A mane of golden blonde hair fell behind him, shimmering the sun and flowing through the air as if it was as light as a feather. Even his eyelashes which were also a golden brown seem to shine which only brought more attention to his almost inhumanly blue eyes. A smile was nearly permanently pulled on his pale lips as he moved to the front of the room. His robes appeared different than the normal Daemon Hunter robes with extra layers, straps, and leather pieces. The additional colors of his Clan were also more prominent with this outfit as well. When the man reaches the front and turns, it was clear that he was the Lead Hunter Llewellyn who is also the son of the Clan Leader Lorinexx from the Lorecia Clan.
The next figure to walk in was another male however it was noticed he possessed neither the grace nor the unearthly beauty that Llewellyn had. This man was younger as well, with a rather gruff appearance. His hair was short and dark brown, falling only to his shoulders if untied. A dense bread on his face only made his eyes appear crimson red rather than the ruddy red that they are. His body is large and heavily muscled, his arms which were uncovered, bulged out from their position crossed over his chest as he moves. To some, he could appear attractive in a more rugged manner, however his towering presence seems better suited for intimidation than anything. His outfit was similar to Linex in appearance except for the very apparent alteration of the arms in which the sleeves were removed. That hint alone made it easy enough to identify this man as Lead Hunter Iakovos, a prominent member of the Oodan Clan.
The last man to enter was older than both prior ones. Black hair which slowly dips into grey edges falls to his shoulders with a somewhat lengthy beard. His eyes were coal-black and were almost always narrowed into a scowl. Though his body was quite muscled for his age, his form wasn't as large as the Oodan Clan member. On his face, one could see that he has been through many battles due to the numerous scars. His robes were unlike any others, paired with pauldrons which only accent his form and cloak which dips to the floor. Flashes of gold and snow white made it apparent which Clan he haled from. He walked with measured steps to the front, arm behind his back and a deep frown on his face. His very demeanor seemed to dominate the room and invoke a heavy pressure that absorbed attention like a moth to a flame. When he turned and looked over over the recruits it became quickly apparent who he was. Master Hunter Ranek, the legendary "God of Battle" and current Clan Leader of the Ziraniel clan.
"Recruit Hunter! I am honored to welcome you to the Daemon Core Compound!"
Master Hunter Ranek's voice was a smooth baritone sound that echoed through the room. His eyes do a quick sweep of the room once again.
"For over 100 years, many have pledged to the Hunter Core. Fighting not only wars but in great battles which have only attested to our commitment to righteousness and the eradication of evil. We are what stands between the common man and the vile Daemon creatures and those who have pledged themselves to darkness. The choice to become a Daemon Hunter is a decision that comes with great honor, pride, and sacrifice, a decision of which you all have made today! "
His speech was filled with pride which only seemed to further fuel a fire in the hearts of the young recruits seated. Their eyes gleaming with determination and eagerness on young faces.
"Now I'm sure you all are more than eager to begin your training and to that, I will leave you with just some parting words. We are hunters, our blades battle our enemy and our hearts keep the fire of righteousness alive. Never let your heart blacken or your blade become dull. Hunt well, Daemon Hunters!!"
The cheer that erupts filters through the room and echoed all the way up to the ceiling. A furor that continued well after the three high-ranking Hunter left the room. Naxio looks around with a smile, feeling the utter courageous urging flow through the room. It truly was a time where he felt that no matter what, he was going to make his clan proud. After a few minutes, the room was emptied, the first day was just for introduction purposes and for the new hunters for familiarizing themselves with their new home. Naxio took full advantage of this time to explore and look around. He was quite impressed with the architecture of the compound grounds.
At hearing his name, Naxio turns and is pleasantly surprised to see Moushira walking up to him. She was dressed similarly to Naxio in the rather basic Daemon hunter gear. A dark-colored long-sleeved top with dark-colored pants that has an overlapping cloth displaying her clan colors. She smiles softly at him as she nears.
"I'm happy to see you here!"
"Same to you."
Her expression seems to darken just a few her eyes drift downward for a second but then she perks back up almost immediately. The smile on her face was softer and filled with such emotion Naxio could feel his heart skip a beat.
"...I was so sure when I was going home that my dream was over. That as soon as I arrived home both my mother and I would be thrown out onto the streets with nothing. But it would seem I have you to thank for this chance?"
Naxio shakes his head with a faint blush on his face.
"No, no it wasn't me! My aunt, the one who found us, was the one who recommended us both!"
Moushira's eyebrow clenched up in confusion.
"Both of us? But you are from the Mizune clan, weren't you there to take the test?"
An unsettling feeling crawled into the pit of Naxio stomach, it wasn't uncommon for people outside of his clan to question his rather unusual relationship with the rest of the clan. However, as soon as they hear about what happened, he is immediately stored away into an 'undesirable' category in most situations. It happened so many times before and yet this time, he just wanted to stay in a good light with his first friend. Even if it was only a matter of time before she found out the truth.
"Um, it's a bit complicated."
Moushira was always insightful and knew from the look on his face and the way his body language was that this was a subject that made him uncomfortable. She wisely directs the conversation to a different subject.
"Oh right, did you want to head to the Hunter Library?"
Naxio's entire appearance instantly brightens. His eyes almost sparkled at the aspect of learning, something that Moushira had learned as soon they two has met.
The pair then began to walk through the halls. Naxio was surprised to see that the entire compound was enclosed by a stone building. It made sense however given how cold it was usually around this area. Heavy snowfall and storms were something that happened quite often as well.
As they walked, they passed several training rooms, some areas for leisure, and a variety of other areas before reaching the Hunter library. The doors were massive in size, almost spanning up to the top of the ceiling. Inside was just a long-winded as the doors. Books shelves align the walls, creating corridors and halls which held vast amounts of knowledge, spanning from simple geography to the more intense subjects of Yang control and so on. Naxio could already envision himself getting lost in book after book as he looked around in wonder. Hearing a small giggle, he turns to see Moushira looking at him with a small smirk on her face.
"Sorry, sorry. You just look like a little kid who just got one of his greatest wishes granted!"
Naxio gives her a small pout.
The pair continued to explore the compound, and eventually end up in the mess hall. Given that it was almost noontime, lunch was being served. The hall was moderately packed and already the recruits have grouped together either by clan, personality, or otherwise. Naxio and Moushira had gotten their food and were attempting to find a good spot to see but so far finding none.
"Hmm, it's already so packed... Where can we sit?"
Moushira didn't seem to be bothered but Naxio could certainly feel eyes on them. It was something he noticed while going through the halls, every so often he would feel a pair of eyes following them, a whisper that only hushed as they got closer. It didn't take long for him to gather what it was all about.
The fact that the two of them got recommendations from the elusive Lialic fox was much bigger news than he first thought. Many wondered what the pair could have possibly done to gain her favor given her reputation for being generally untouchable and perpetually unimpressed. This is what leads to their current issue, everyone seemed to be watching them with obvious judgment in their eyes. No one wanted them at their table that much was clear. It was until Naxio stumbles almost into Moushira that he noticed she had stopped. He turns his head in the direction she was looking and realizes why she stopped. There in the very corner of the halls was a table that relatively empty save for one person, however that one person made all the difference. Naxio's face drops a bit at seeing the familiar figure however Moushira didn't seem bothered in the least.
"Come on Naxio!"
"Ah, wait for a second, Moush-!"
Naxio's warning came too late as Moushira confidently walks over to the near-empty table and sit right next to the person. Seated alone, golden eyes peeled to the pages of his book was Kaldov. The very last person Naxio wanted to see.