Kaito sighed before entering the classroom. It was large in comparison to his classroom back in Tokyo High. The classrooms here at the organization were the size of University classroms, like Oxford. The rows of seats ascended. The teacher's desk was small in comparison to the rows and rows of seats. It was unusual for Kaito.
"Wow. This is my first time being in a classroom like this." Yukie looked around the room.
"Yeah. I'm used to the classroom back at my old school. Smaller, but it felt more personal. What about you, Yukie?" He looked up at her.
Yukie paused, reading the blackboard filled with words such as "Strength" and "Knowledge." She turned around and thought about her answer. "I was home schooled, in a way."
"Home schooled?" Kaito laid his head down on the elongated desk in the first row.
"Yeah. I learned how to read and write when I was 3 by my grandfather. And then I was given special lessons from a governess by the age of 6. I was given schooling until 14. After that, well...you could say you and I became one." She smiled at Kaito.
"Well, that's nice." He sighed, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. "It's nice that you actually have a family member that cares for you."
"What do you mean?" Yukie walked over to Kaito, sitting down next to him.
"My father never cared about me. And even more, my grandfather never cared to listen to me. He sent me to public school. Then whenever I came home, he was always in his room. Never said hi to me nor told me 'I love you.' Isn't that what parents are supposed to do? Love their children?"
Listening, Yukie then nodded her head. "I see. I'm sorry about thay, Kaito." She then smiled. "But I'm sure there's a family member out there who does love you."
"Really? Who?" Kaito looked at Yukie with anticipation. Just who could love somebody so unlovable?
"Uh...well, maybe there's someone deep down in your memory that you might have forgotten about. Someone who played with you and sang to you. Or something like that."
Kaito looked up at the ceiling of the room thinking who did something like that. His father never sang to him. His grandfather definitely never played with him. As Kaito scavenged through his memories, he then gasped. "Ah!"
"Yes?!" Yukie's eyes shimmered.
"My mother!" Kaito felt relief. How could he have forgotten about his loving mother who cared and nurtured him. The only one who loved him. "Thank you for helping me remember, Yukie!" Kaito hugged her.
Yukie slowly patted Kaito's back before a teacher entered the classroom. The teacher had hair that were snakes and eyes that were gold as Midas's touch. She look toward Kaito and raised her eyebrow.
Kaito then nodded his head toward her, and then she said, "Oh, what are you doing here alone?"
Kaito then looked over at Yukie and then back at the teacher. "I'm a new student here, and I was just checking out the classrooms. I've never seen a classroom like this before." Kaito looked around the room.
"Yes. This school was specially made by the headmaster himself. He has the power of buliding." The teacher smiled. "He saw the need to help the Chosen Ones since the monsters from the Animal Kingdom have been rising and rising. Chaos surged, and even the government didn't know what to do. However, the uprising of the Chosen Ones saved the world, and that's why you are here too. To save our world."
"To save the world..." Kaito mumbled to himself before smiling. The thought of himself being able to help others in the world made him happy. His heart began to burst with various emotions of wanting to jump into a scenario to rid of all these monsters and to be the hero for everyone. "I'll do my best."
"Excellent. Class will be starting in 10 minutes, so please get ready." The teacher said before erasing the board and writing down "History of the Chosen Ones."
Kaito did want to know about the history of the Chosen Ones. He felt like what the teacher said was just the bare minimum of what more he could learn about being a Chosen One. What else did it entail?