And now I am in an airship to Beacon.

You were accepted. After an interview with some inense question about your mental health and background, you were sent off. This was a new life, gere is to hoping that it is a good one. This is where you begin . . .

I yawn as the students around me chirp about how excited they were. Honestly, with how long I have been as a sword-for-hire, you see a lot of things that leave you both nervous and excited. That goes for the sights as well. My buddies told me that I would be fighting others during my time there, so I should give little as possible. On the other hand, I should do some spying myself, but it felt too weird. Spying was never my thing, I like making friends and all that! But, I still wore my casual clothes just in case. I did happen to look around though to see potential new teammates! Sisters who look nothing alike, an ice princess, a quiet black-haired girl, an energetic ginger, a warrior redhead . . . wow, this place is strange. But that won't stop me! Even if there is a guy who is throwing up everywhere!

As the ride goes on, a hologram of a curvy, mature woman appears. "Hello, and welcome to Beacon!" "Who's that?" The blonde sister asks. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch." "Oh." The hologram continues.

"You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world." And with that, everyone heads to the window.