Hello, welcome back to the fic, this part will actually get the characters in, so enjoy.
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A young lad by the name of Tristan had been sent by the lord of his kingdom to a place named Kuoh town, to learn more of their eastern allies. Tristan was a squire, who attended to a knight's needs before becoming one themself. In his case, a silver knight, but perhaps, by a stretch of the imagination, he would be able to become one of his Lord's knights or grow into a dragonslayer himself, and be gifted a treasured iron armor.
But for now, Tristan had to settle for a knights' squire, but at least he was starting towards his dream, which was to one day slay a dragon with his own hands wreathed in lightning. While thinking about that, he was interrupted by his name being called out from a man on another side of a set of sliding doors.
"Come in." his teacher called. And Tristan opened the door, stood at the front of the class, eyes to the back to avoid nervous contact.
"Class, this is Tristan Fidel, now be nice to him. He is a foreigner to Japan, so please make him feel welcome." The teacher talked, before showing him to a spare seat all the way in the back. Tristan bowed to the class of teens formally before moving to sit at the back, next to a sleeping person, and behind a group of teens talking quietly about a feverish topic, though one seemed slightly bored. He scratched his messy black hair as he walked.
When Tristan sat down at his desk, the sleeping person next to him shifted slightly to look at him, before merely returning to his slumber. And the teacher continued talking about mathematics, something that he never was proficient at. Some girls looked at him before returning away uninterested at him, and even less boys had done the same. When the young lad finally noticed, there was certainly an excessive amount of girls compared to the amount of boys within the academy.
Soon the bell for the school lunch had tolled, and the students stood, while few remained, the slumbering one beside him, for example. The students who stood all filed out of the narrow classroom door, and Tristan waited unti they were all gone. He didn't want an awkward conversation with anyone, best to stay quiet, doubts about common friendship lurked in him, after all. The young lad walked about, intent on finding stairs that led to the roof, and by extension, the warm rays of sunlight that soothed him.
The stairs were easy enough to find, there were quite a few strewn about the building. Tristan climbed the stairs, simply repeating the process after each set of two ended, the roof door came into sight. It was pushed open by a girl on the other side, he waited for the door to swing by, to avoid a crash with it. A girl with long red hair and a girl with long black hair walked past, paying him no attention past a simple glance, then proceeding to talk about him out of earshot. It was a common occurence for the poor young lad, he had only wanted to be like all else, friends to bide time with, but apparently it was not for him.
Walking past the shadow of a small building that connected the stairs, he was met with the warm and soothing rays of sunlight that always felt as if it had held him dearly. The poor young lad sat on the tile of the academy roof, simply basking in the ray's of the sun, in a resting gesture with one leg up supporting an arm while the other arm and leg mirrored it, but on the floor instead. Slowly, Tristan rest his head on his right arm, and was pulled closer and closer to shuteye.
This is a change of perspective.
Issei had left his old friends, abandoned them for a more satisfying circle to be a part of.
"Issei, did you know about a new foreigner student?" His king asked of him.
"Yes, I did, he was introduced into my class today, why?" He answered.
"Actually, I think that may have been him we passed by on the roof, the sad looking one." A queen answered.
"Oh really? It's just that I felt strange around him, but I can't explain it though." Rias confessed. To which Akeno suggested that she might have to lie down when they reached home.
"Apparently there is a new student today, a foreigner, Koneko." Kiba started, while sitting outside the academy
"Hmh" A small quiet girl mumbled.
"If I remember right, then he's meant to be in Issei's class..." He then put a finger to his chin in thought before continuing. "What do you think he'll be like Koneko?" He asked, while keeping watch for any girls looking to fawn over him closely, thankfully for him, the presence of Koneko had scared them all off.
"If he's just a normal student, then I don't think he will be an important topic to talk about, Kiba." The girl replied to him.
"You're always like this, Koneko." The young man said after a small sigh, and a small, short giggle from the little girl.
"I think it's time that we go to the occult club, they might all be waiting for us." She said, then stood up and dusted her skirt of any clingy grass of the hill.
With this line, we return to the young lad Tristan.
The school bell started ringing, coincidentally going off just as he was about to actually nap under the sun. But, he promised to his lord that he would not act thoughtlessly, it certainly seemed strange that the lord Gwyn, out of all people sent him, a mere squire past the walls without his knight, bringing only his essentials, and simple sword, but that was the king's judgement, who's opinion priority towered above almost all. The young lad was certainly grateful of the opportunity, and humbly accepted, but with solemn farewells to his knight and his company.
Reluctantly, the poor lad stood up, and took one last moment to bathe in the rays of the sun, before finally turning towards the roof door.
The rest of the day had passed uneventfully, with the feeling of novelty that came with a new student wearing off, he quickly fit in with his sleeping classmate, seemingly trivial and forgotten. The poor young lad certainly had that effect on the people around him, despite him not noticing it himself. After the last few hours dried, the students, all of them this time, rose and stretched. Tristan and the one beside him simply lay either sleeping on a desk, or slumped bored.
The school day had ended, solidifying his social role for the rest of his time at Kuoh as trivial and forgotten. Thankfully, the apartment given to him by Lord Gwyn was certainly cozy for him and his little friend.
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