All students were lead into their new block of the academy. Protector Grudge had them stand in their assigned teams before he retreated beside his boss. For an unknown reason, the headmaster was never given a proper name, he went by 'Boss' to his employees, or 'Headmaster' to his students and citizens, even members of the council opted to calling him that. There was a lot of trust surrounding a man with no real name, yet no one seemed to mention it. The stylish man of many words stood tall with a fairly slender body, but baggy clothes that almost masked it. His entire attire was coloured desert beige, or a shade of it. Most would consider the colour drab or unappealing, but of course, he made it work somehow. The most noticeable part was his endlessly long scarf he had wrapped around his neck countless times and he liked to fiddle with from time to time. It drooped of his collar and cloaked his shoulders and neck but somehow stayed dormant in place at all times. His arms were wrapped in bandages from his biceps to his palms - just for show, he'd say, but it was impossible to tell if he was telling the truth or not because he was never seen doing anything other than strolling around with his hands behind his back. His posture wasn't how you'd expect, he was quite significantly slouched at all times, the walk with his hands linked above the back of his belt was the cherry on top of his unorthodox cake. Covering his torso was a sleeveless lighter beige shirt, hugging tightly to his body, perhaps to show that he was still physically fit. Despite such a state to his spine, he was incredibly well defined wherever you looked on him. Below: baggy brown trousers tucked into envy-enducing high quality black and gold trimmed boots. Bright blonde hair quite literally lay like a sleeping pet on his head in which he would fiddle and twirl with as he spoke sometimes, and unique icy sky blue eyes. No one ever really noticed, but he was the only one on the island to have an eye colour so vibrant. There was the rare few with grey like Black, and though it was just as rare, even red and purple eyes turned up naturally. However, his eyes were strangely unique. Perhaps that was what he was always so smug about all the time.

Students watched intently as their mysterious headmaster greeted them. "Good morning, students." He spoke with a silky smooth, calming and sophisticated, yet bland voice. A tone and pitch that felt normal, but would definitely stick in your mind even if you'd only heard it the once. "Can you hear me at the back?" There was no protest to his follow-up question. Headmaster gave a cocky half smile to Grudge and the buff teacher dug into his pocket, and dropped a neat pile of gold coins in his boss' hand with a grumble. Croen gave a condescending chuckle. Clearing his throat again and swallowing his smirk, the great Protector spoke again. "This year is your second year, your Physical Year. An important year, some may not agree. 'Knowledge is power', they will say. Those with knowledge will urge to critique that statement, which you have your first year to commend for that. This year, we prepare you for next. Science ever progresses, teachers must learn to deal with differing personalities. But Protectors must face death daily. If not by nature, then those within our own community. Last year, you were forbidden from the distractions of a social life with your peers. now, we force you to make them. Adapt, overcome the differences within your group and no matter what, trust. I very well hope you and your teammates form tight bonds, but there is no playground on these premises. If you intend on attending my school with a priority the rivals your endgame... get out." There was silence as students processed his words. He was always so eloquently spoken, not theatrical, but dramatic. Perhaps not intentionally, his speech patterns held impact and punch so that every pause kept a listener on the edge of their seat. He turned his head to huff some hair off his nose and continued again, tone reset. "You all have the potential if you are determined to unlock it. The first step to anything is believing. Strength is not literal. This is why we have you take your Written Year first. In these following two years, you will not be taught. You will be trained. We taught you everything a year ago, now is different. Now you have all met your teammates, you will be given time to get properly acquainted before you retreat to your dormitories. As your time on the island took up the entire day, you will be happy to hear you have no training. Do well, have a good year. Remember, you achieve because you have the desire to do so, or you do not achieve at all."

There was silence again as his platform was lowered into the ground and he walked away. A calm layer of applaud lead him from his spot and towards the exit, only Alex's embarrassing scream that beckoned him over sparked conversation throughout the other teams. "Hey, Mister Head Boss-man, sir!" He yelled with an aggressive wave. Headmaster stopped in his tracks, scanned the room, squinted, and saw.
  With a warm smile he approached the small boy, towering over him, despite his hunched back. "Ah, Master Green, nice to see you've made some friends this year." A twitch of sarcasm sparkled in his eye, Jack picked up on it.
  "Yeah, yeah. Hey, can I switch teams wi' someone?"
  "I'm sorry?" Headmaster looked uncertain of what he'd heard, he leaned in to Alex. Jack's and Scarlet's faces exploded, whilst Black's plain eyes rolled.
  "I don't wanna be on a team I 'ave t' carryyy. And there's one less of us!" The boy argued.
  The wise, older man spoke slowly, and surely. "Master Green, you trust me?"
  "Sorta."
  "One week of the holiday you spend annoying the neighbourhood, I spend every year sorting every student into teams they will thrive in. This was a difficult sort, but I am right to have you in this team with these people and this number."
  Jack stepped in before Alex could respond. "This number? You mean you only accepted an odd number so a team would have four members instead of five?"
  "I meant for you four in particular to be. Only forty-nine students passed the first year. Another team would've been the underdog if you weren't."
  "Then can I not? It's not fair!" Alex whined at the once again smiling headmaster.
  In response, he straightened himself and addressed all four of them. "The greatest swordsman does not fear the second greatest, he fears the worst."
  A heroic moment was torn away by Alex, to no one's surprise, "so wha'? Ya sayin' I'm stuck wi'h Proteckor Edgy, Sir Blueberry and Little Miss Rich Girl whether I like it or not?"
  Scarlet scoffed at his comment, bringing out her poshest side yet, "You're no picnic to hang around with either, Green."
  Headmaster sighed, then chuckled to himself. "You will all get along in due time. Jack, do keep your team in check so I don't have to, will you?"
  "My team?" Jack wondered. As did they all.
  "Well, who else? They followed your orders on the boat, didn't they?" The four students blinked simultaneously, allowing Headmaster to get away as they were distracted.

Jack, team leader? It made perfect sense to him, not that he was expecting it. Scarlet seemed happy with it, and for him. Meanwhile Black stood with blank acceptance, but Alex was in an enraged state of shock. How could an amateur fisherman bring together and lead a team that was so different from each other?