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Episode 1 : Izuma's first day. Izuma before attending his first high school year has a special talent and was not aware of his full potential.... Actually he's a spirit ball wielding maniac and needs some serious taming lessons. It's so sad poor Izuma is as old as any first year student, but he has the looks of a middle schooler. Already he has been mixed up in all sorts of trouble in the surrounding areas and as result every school has rejected or thrown him out across the whole region, Well except one, Izuma High, school of exorcism. You see the school isn't named after him. Izuma is actually his family name. The Izuma clan is a long line of exorcist known throughout the generations as the protectors on earth against the spirit world which invaded a fair few centuries ago. However the lack of spiritual invasions since then have left the family highschool the only school that specializes in exorcism in all of Japan. Little Izuma's first name is Takia. The school office was neat, trim, and proper. It was obvious the principal was an OCD type. Though she was stern, she was pretty attractive for her older age and almost seductive in her tight blue work dress and blonde bobbed hair from behind her open space desk. " So you're Takia Izuma... " the principal stated across her desk staring into a records folder with her pale blue eyes. "Yup." Izuma said with a calm tune. Izuma was short for his age and had looks of a kid that a granny would pinch the cheeks of, his hair was black and bowl like with a few springy strands defying the laws of gravity. "Seems you're quite a handful given what's in your record, some schools didn't have enough time to even write evaluations from such brief stays." the principal shot a glance over the folder with a raised brow. "I assure you none of it was my fault, I just have... bad luck..." Izuma explained not so convincingly. "Sure…” her jaw swaying “I tell you what. Since you're an Izuma, I'll start you off new." the principal declared throwing the records folder in the trash. " Just don't make me regret it, I expect you to behave like any student should here." "Alright then, I better make it to first period then?" Izuma suggested. "That's what I like to hear, we'll get along great." the principal said aloud " You better hurry you got two minutes between periods" "What!?" Izuma shouted and quickly pulled a crumpled note from his vest pocket "I got meditation, where's that?" "I just gave you a tour of the one floor school, didn't you pay attention?" the principal said puzzled "Uh no... I saw a bunny..." "Oh… Well then, turn right after you leave the office and walk all the way to the end" the principal gestured slightly offended to Izuma's lack of attention. Izuma ran his heart out just barely making it to class on time. The whole class stared as Izuma jumped through the door as if he just lost a pack of wolves on his trail. Izuma was huffing and slouched as he looked up, he saw an older balding man with glasses and a green turtleneck sweater. "Welcome class, today we have a new student and lucky for us he has made himself quite present, come Izuma introduce yourself." the teacher pronounced waving Izuma to the front of the class. "H-h-hi!" Izuma stammered out catching his breath while waving. "C-can I take my seat now?" "Not much for intro huh? Hehe, we have an open one up front here" the teacher pointed out. Izuma took the spot amoung the other students. "Alright class still paying attention? Your good ole Mr.Snappy got some review of our first lesson for Izuma's sake, before even meditate we need to know what you're trying to tap into." Mr. Snappy preached as he was about to strike a marker across the board, or until he heard a horrendous noise of something going thump like a puncture above his head. Mr Snappy made a sudden turn and witnessed a pen leaving Izuma's right hand and entering the foam board on the ceiling. "Izuma! What are you doing?" Mr Snappy shrieked wide eyed. "I wanted to see if I could get a pen to stick." Izuma said earnestly. Mr. Snappy was not as amused as Izuma and half the classroom was. He began to speak "Well it did. Now if you haven't noticed I'm trying to teac-" "Now I want it down" Izuma interrupted as he takes his neighbor's pen and chucks it up getting it stuck as well. "Will you stop with this nonsense? That was Tobi's only pen you just threw up there!" Mr. Snappy said pointing up. Tobi was more distraught than any normal person should be over a pen with his eyes watering and scared white to his pen's situation. He looked as if someone gunned down his own mother. "Oops! Now I really got to get it down." Izuma replied as he focused hard on the pens. Mr. Snappy was growing impatient and tried to speak again. "We don't need to write today, I call someone lat-" "Spirit Ball!" Izuma shouted as a giant energy ball formed in hand. He flung the terrifying thing at the ceiling missing his mark by a whole foot length and leaving a clear cut circle where the sun shined through. Students were under their desk and Mr.Snappy was ducked on the floor covered in dusty debris. Mr Snappy attempted to protest. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Did you think at al-" "Spirit Ball!" Izuma shouted yet again this time the energy ball snapped off course and hit the whiteboard and making another beautiful sun embraced port hole. Mr Snappy had to dodge that one. Mr. Snappy was just simply terrified at this point, he also was starting to reconsider his teaching career. Before he could open his mouth."Spirit Ball!" Izuma repeated this time he was able to knock the pens down after making an additional sun window for the room. "Izuma! Principal now!!!" Mr. Snappy quaked with fear and anger while pointing out the hall. "Aw... I got the pens though!" Izuma said with a saddened voice. "You decimated my classroom in the process! Go!" Mr. Snappy shouted pointing harder towards the door. Izuma wasn't ashamed, but confused to his meditation teacher's reaction as he left with pen in hand. Tobi grabbed his pen with a great desperate urgency and breathed a sigh of relief right before the writing utensil sputtered ink in his face. Tobi was sad. Izuma headed back towards the office flipping the pen through the air and catching again, before he knew it he was standing in the same place for ten minutes caught up in his game. Izuma shook his head and started back down the hallway again. Coming upon the office lobby loud shouts escaped the door. Izuma opened the door with hesitation, confetti burst through the opening and into his face. The lobby office is in chaotic disarray as supplies are kicked off desk by dancing secretaries, the principal swings out her office door wearing a party hat. "Ahh Izuma!" The principal cheered taking off her hat. "Did you know what you just did?" "Uhh stumbled into the office on someone's birthday?" Izuma guessed as he scratched his head in puzzlement. "You just made us a rich school again!" Said the secretary that was desk dancing earlier. "I did?" Izuma questioned feeling this school is getting too odd to attend. "Damn right kid, one of those spiritballs wrecked a few support beams going through the whole building." The principal said in glee. "Thanks to that our insurance company had to reimburse us in whole value from the school's founding 200 years ago, two centuries of payments really adds up. " Does this mean I'm not in trouble anymore?" Izuma asked innocently enough. "Oh yeah..." The principal regained her posture. "Only this once at least on the school level, however your meditation teacher demands retribution and suggested two servings of school prepped lunch." The whole room falls silent as worry hits everyone's faces, Izuma's brow raises slightly as he speaks "Lunch? That isn't so bad" sayings like poor child is heard from the background. The principal laughs nervously as she guides him out the lobby. "Just don't eat big bites and don't chew." The principal says with a forced smile closing the door. A ring lets out from the bells which are strangely still around even for the twenty-first century. "Ahh lunch period!" Izuma announced as he looks at his schedule from pocket and head down the hall one more time. The lunch room is near empty and abandoned looking as everyone that bothered showing is eating something homemade. Izuma grabbed a tray with utensils and shuffled along the none existing line before stopping at an elderly lunch lady, the whole room watches in horror. "Two servings please my teacher said so." Izuma still believing all is good with the universe gave a grin as the whole room falls silent like inmates watching a man on death row. "Oh how sweet a kind and respectful young man wants my humble cooking with a smile no less!" The senior said with a glow as she scoops up a harmless looking ladle-full of stew twice onto his tray. "There you go you're such a gentlemen you must make your mother proud." Izuma gave his thanks before turning around to a crowded room full of eyes on him hinting amazement. Izuma found a lovely window seat to an old field of sorts. "Alright some lunch I have been starving!" Izuma said for the last time as he scooped up the biggest spoonful of stew he could manage, sadly he did not notice the stew morphing sickly purple and bubbling en route to the pie hole. Izuma found himself waking up in a medical bay of sorts with curtains around his bed with the feeling parallel to a hangover. "Ohh... Is it the clan's new year again?" Izuma groaned with his hand on his forehead holding down a cool rag. "Sadly no you just had your first school lunch" a feminine voice rang out from behind the curtain before the drapery cleared the way revealing a elf like nurse in a casual dress like outfit wearing long straight pink hair and focusing green eyes.