The Moment Unfolds

"Alright, here's your dorm," Hayoku said as Zenatori caught the key.

When they entered the room, Zenatori set his luggage down. The room had a table and a tall, narrow window next to the wooden-framed bed. The table had a single seat, and it was now clear to him that this was a one-person dorm.

"Whoa, this is pretty cool," Zenatori said.
"I know, right? But what's your height and weight? We need it to get you a school uniform."
"I'm 5'10 and 153 pounds."
"Alright! Your clothes should get here after class. Class starts at 1:00 pm, so until then, you can just chill in here. You also have the first-year classroom 1A." 
"Well, I'll be on my way. If you need anything, find me. I'll be walking around somewhere," Hayoku said as he left.
"That's awfully Vague..." Zenatori thought as Hayoku left the room. "I guess he just expects me to find my class?"

He paced around his room, nervously, feeling uneasy. The only feeling he was certain about was curiosity. Curious about how this would play out.

He then rearranged the desk to his liking and placed his luggage on the chair. He jumped on his bed and checked his phone.
10:05
"This is gonna take a while."

After a few hours of waiting, the time finally struck 1:00. He had actually left ten minutes earlier to avoid being late trying to search for his class. He went down a random pathway and finally saw a room.
"1st-Year, Class 1A."

He went into the moderately-sized classroom, and the air was filled with a low hum of chatter as students settled in. Some flipped through textbooks while others casually scrolled through their phones. This school seemed relatively unique, which makes sense considering it's about Syneji Artistry.

"Only nine students, it seems," He muttered.

The teacher instantly noticed Zenatori shooting up from her desk to greet him. "You must be a new student Hayoku told me about. My name is Aya Mashaka, and I'll be your teacher. You should introduce yourself to the class, " she said. 

"Me?" He said redundantly.
"Uhh... Yeah?" She said.

Zenatori looks upon the crowd and feels the calm lifting as embarrassment settles in. 
"I have to make this fast before I get too nervous." 

All the students eyed him before he finally spoke. "Uhh, I'm Sakatoro Zenatori. I don't really have any hobbies to speak of. Uhm, I guess I still have a lot to do in this school, so it'd be a pleasure to get to know you all."

Silence bestows the room. A brown-haired girl in the class briefly clapped, but quickly ceased. He then tried to brush the scene off.
"Well, where do I sit?"

"You can sit there, next to Akari. Raise your arm, Akari, " the teacher said.

The girl raised her arm, and he walked over and sat down. He looks to his right and sees her mid-length brown hair and blue eyes. She was stunning. But she seemed lost, bored even. Her expression was lifeless.

As he sat, he was still taken aback by the moment earlier.
"That has to be one of the worst introductions in the history of this school." He thought. "I definitely sounded like an idiot. Why did I awkwardly chuckle at the end???"

Akari then noticed that he seemed lost in his thoughts.
"Since you're new, I can tell you about this school and give you a head start."
"Really?" He said in slight disbelief
"Yes."
"Why, though?"
"Simply because we are most likely gonna do exams together in a group, since you sit right next to me, meaning I'll be forced to be in a group with you. "
"I see," he said, slightly disappointed. 

After Zenatori got acquainted, Mashaka continued with her lesson, reviewing what was covered yesterday.

"So, what's your favorite color?" He said.
"I never gave you permission to continue socializing with me."

After a few hours, the bell rang, symbolizing the end of class. “Well, that’s today’s lesson. Enjoy the rest of your day, ” Mashaka said. 

Everyone quickly packed up and began to exit the class. Zenatori tried to make sense of everything they learned today, but it was simply impossible.

He then got up from his desk and made his way out of the class.
"Apparently, there's only one period, and it's only 2 hours. Anyway, I heard this school has a library. I wonder what books they have."

Before he could walk out the door, Akari said,
"Zenatori." 

He walks with Akari, and they both walk through the school’s grand size. They finally approached a giant arch door and walked in just to see rows of bookshelves. He sets his stuff down, and the two take a seat at a table.
"How long are we gonna be here?" He said.
"Why does that matter. It's not like you have anything better to do, loner."
"Was that being blunt, or just straight disrespect?"
"I believe I was being blunt."
"Do you treat everyone like this?"
"I only treat loners like this."
"C'mon, I just got to this school, give me a break. You don't seem like a social butterfly either."
"What are you insinuating?"
"You, too, seem to be a loner."

He couldn't think of any reason why this girl was so overly blunt. Did something bring it on?
"What a lonely child you are," Akari said. "That aside, what questions do you have?"
"Well, what exactly is isotonic force?"
"There are two types, isotonic force and isotonic energy. Isotonic energy represents your physical attributes, while isotonic force is a raw energy that you can use. "
"What can you do with isotonic force?"
"I'll go into that when you have a better understanding of syneji artistry. For now, you just need to know the basics of it. Both isotonic force and energy come from the soul." 

"What do you mean by that? Metaphorically, or literally?"
"I mean your literal soul, in a metaphysical sense. Your soul is determined by properties such as willpower, determination, and mostly by innate soul strength. If your soul is weakened, so is your isotonic force and energy."
"Whoa, that stuff is real? How do I know how strong my soul is?"
"Soul strength is pretty hard to explain. You'd know if you have a weak soul or a strong one when the moment comes for it. I myself have a decently strong soul."
"Heh, if those are the only prerequisites, I reckon, I'd be the strongest upcoming syneji artist. "

"That reminds me," Akari said as if something dawned on her. "Do you know how the divisional grade system works?"
"No."
"You should download the school's app on your phone, it's called Syneji Regiments. It allows you to see everyone's power rankings and what grade they are. Since we are all 1st years, logically we all are going to be in a pretty low division, since we're new to syneji artistry. You are most likely an N-Division since you're new. These divisions are beyond this school and are applied to every existing syneji artist."

"Interesting, well, I'll check it when I get to my dorm." 
"Do you have any more questions?"
"Not really, I'd have to get to know this school more first."
"I suppose that makes sense. You'll have to get more of a better feel of this school before knowing anything else. Well, if you need anything, you can ask me."

She got up and then walked away, exiting through the library doors.
"That was awfully short," He thought.
He then took a walk around the school after walking out of the library. He looks at his phone after the app downloads, and he logs in as a student. He looks at the 1st year dashboard.

Division One Aoi Iwasaki, Divisional Grade: G
Martial arts: Boxing, Judo

Yasuko Masahiro, Divisional Grade: G
Martial arts: Karate,

Akikyo Yachi, Divisional Grade: G Martial arts:
Taekwondo, Judo

Etsuko Kozo, Divisional Grade: G
Martial arts: Boxing

Mayu Itsuki, Divisional Grade: G
Martial arts: Karate, Aikido

Jojo Koshaka, Divisional Grade: G
Martial arts: Karate

Naoko Akari, Divisional Grade: G
Martial arts: Karate, Aikido, Judo, Wing Chun

Suda Katashi, Divisional Grade: G
Martial arts: Karate, Judo, Kickboxing, Boxing

(NEW) Sakatoro Zenatori, Divisional Grade: N
Martial arts: NONE

As he looked at his phone, he thought,
"It seems some type of martial arts class is required. Eh, I'll worry about all that later. Why would we even need to know how to fight, when we can blow someone's head off with a gust of isotonic force?"

He made his way back to his dorm, but unexpectedly, the voice of a young boy echoed through the hall. "Yeah, sure, man, I'll be right there."

In his peripheral view, He sees a boy with two other guys. The boy says while walking through the hallway, "Right, I'll be looking forward to it. Meet me at 6:00 PM after school."

"Who's he?" Zenatori thought. The boy carried an extremely mysterious aura, but didn't have any special traits, at first glance at least. Something about him felt off, something He couldn't describe.
"I guess it doesn't really matter," He said internally, dismissing the thought. 

Even though they were syneji artists, they were still teenagers at the end of the day. Zenatori was in a constant game of catch-up, a game he didn't feel very fond of.