Photo brisée par; Kazuto Akechi

Lorken fit signe à Gankona et Karada, car ils montrèrent rapidement qu'ils étaient capables de se lever à temps, et de s'occuper de l'hygiène personnelle, bien qu'il continuât à refuser de parler en retour. Ou de montrer de la chaleur du tout. Sa posture était une sorte de maille entre l'éducateur et le best-widebeest tendu enroulé en arrière pour rebondir.
Les orbes cramoisi de ses yeux rugissaient tous les élèves qui faisaient l'appel en temps opportun. Le garçon du harpon et Yuri étaient absents.
Ils reçoivent des punitions bien pires.
Tardyness était inexcusable.
Quand les deux derniers ont finalement fait leur sortie et dans le lineup Lorkens braquer le regard s'était transformé en un schowl meurtrier à la vue de Rikka. Une partie de lui voulait arracher les vêtements décomposés et ridés et la faire changer en uniforme PROPER.
Il l'aurait très bien fait si c'était l'un des hommes, mais Rikka était la seule femme qui restait du groupe. Il n'y avait pas de vêtements de rechange pour sa taille.
"Rikka! Répare ta tenue. Le reste d'entre vous, écoutez-moi."
Lorkens crochet droit était plus doux que la veille mais beaucoup plus rapide, prenant Kazuto dans l'estomac par surprise.
"C'est pour ma propriété que tu as cassé et essayé de te cacher. La prochaine fois que cela arrivera et que je ne le dirai pas, votre punition sera beaucoup plus sévère. » Chaque mot dégoulinait de venin.
"Karada et Gankona. Le bordel dans ma putain de cuisine. Personne n'a pris la peine de prendre la relève avant de prendre sa retraite, laissant la scène sans aucun effort sur vos parties pour corriger le mal. Félicitations pour être devenu le nouveau janitor de la maison." 
Lorken s'est dirigé vers un placard d'approvisionnement à proximité et a sorti quelques balais, un balai et un seau très ancien. Tous ont été jetés plus à la paire qu'au sol.
« Vous voulez manquer de respect à vos rôles de héros qui vont bien. Mais je serai longtemps mort et enterré avant de laisser des demi-idiotes comme vous ruiner mon sanctuaire." Encore du venin. Bien plus. S'il était contrarié par l'image, elle a triplé à ce moment-là.
Retirant son simple gilet, il s'est débarrassé de la gorge et a recommencé avec un ton neutre d'instructeurs.
"Gankona et Karada, vous allez nettoyer le bois cassé et le sang de l'initiation d'hier. Ne vous attendez pas à de l'aide ou de la nourriture jusqu'à ce que le travail soit bien fait. Kazuto, pour avoir pulvérisé un camarade de classe avec du pulvérisateur d'insectes, tu vas les aider. Je m'attends à ce que les murs de mon gymnase brillent, et que la pelouse arrière soit coupée. La tondeuse est dans la remise arrière. Quant à Rikka," Lorken avait une intuition qu'elle avait nourrie au milieu de la nuit. Les moustiques l'ont souvent fait. "Vous aurez affaire à chaque miroir et fenêtre de la propriété. Je m'attends à ce que tout cela soit fait avant la formation pratique de combat cet après-midi. Rompez."
Aucune de ces tâches n'a été facile. Pas dans le sens habituel. Ils étaient ennuyeux, fastidieux, sans esprit occupé. Le fait que Gankona et Karada aient encore de mauvaises blessures signifiait qu'ils seraient lugubres et douloureux. Mais s'ils se laissaient aller, ils ne finiraient jamais.
Être un héros, c'est voir le travail fait, peu importe à quel point tu as mal. Cela signifiait des patrouilles sans fin, des alarmes et des destructions. Certains héros étaient des pros au sauvetage ou au nettoyage. Ils bougeaient des blocs de ciment jour et nuit jusqu'à ce que chaque dernière âme soit trouvée.
Ce groupe possédait-il ce genre de motivation? Le lecteur requis. Lorken visait à le découvrir..
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Core NPC characters:


"Those of you with the backbone to keep getting back up will have my interest.
Those of you who rise above it, my support."
Age: 50
Personality: Colder than an arctic night mid-winter and just as unforgiving, Lorken is a survivor. A person who thrives when their back is against a wall with the whole world pressing against you. Fiercely intelligent, manipulative, and hungry for conquest, he is an adversary that heroes of the old generations tell stories of. Works with a code of honor that demands he take no life and deal no injury too severe and plans ahead accordingly.
His uncanny predictions of the future are told off as merely some sort of prophetic quirk that came with his mutation. The truth is that Lorken is about as human as everyone else, except for some long horns and sharp nails, but uses that unknown against his enemy. Thorough investigation plays a big part in his many successes.
Quirk: : Lorken was born with horns and long sharp nails almost like claws. Two prominent fangs can be seen when he smiles. 
Background: Raised in an orphanage till adolescence and eventually abandoning that home altogether, Lorken took to the streets at a young age as a thug to some unknown amateur punk trying to make a name for himself in the growing underworld. His mutation played a big part in helping his own name grow within that small gang at first but it was the heists he planned that brought him true recognition.
To date, Lorken has successfully pulled off over 200 heists of jewelery stores, banks, and at one point successfully usurped a billion dollar company from a Mafia boss playing with underground trafficking. Just about anything you could want or think of was bought, sold, shipped, and disposed of, by a single man in the underground world. It had taken Lorken three years to get the names and locations of every major distributor and warehouse. Another two to get recorded admittance. It took two days of behind-the-scenes intrigue to burn warehouse to the ground and have the big man arrested for petty tax evasion.
When the void of power was opened, the only one who had been in position to take it was Lorken. Nearly 30 years old and one of the most influential members of the blackhand organization that served as a supplier to villains across Japan. Of course that was just a stepping stone. Lorken quietly sold off the rights to the lucrative company and its dealings for a tidy pay-out and returned to running the city underground on a more practical level.
Five years later he was caught red-handed during a bank raid that had gone south and had stood trial. With all the information he had acquired it was simple as pie to get his sentence and multiple charges dropped from 30 years in prison to 30 years of community service.
Receiving his funds directly from the Hero administration, Lorken established his way of giving back to the community by taking in rejects. Those who could become villains, those who had potential but were outshined, those who could be of use. Recognized as a brilliant mind with the fruits of his labor manifesting in some steady names of rising heroes that had tutored under him at L.O.S.E.R, he was allowed to continue the work instead of being given a different sentence.
Equipment: The teacher/principal of L.O.S.E.R keeps a number of items on him at all times.
-handgun (Non-lethal rubber pellets)
-Zap straps
-2 pens (one red, one blue)
-Notepad (Meticulously written notes on every student)
-Wristwatch
-cigar case (Silver with an etched eye on the front)
-Cane 
Misc:
- Relentless
- Theme
- Can play a multitude of musical instruments

Core Locations:


Last Option School for Eccentric Rejects.
This quaint repurposed home serves as the base of operations for the 'academy' proper. It has a large basement equipped with multiple rooms consisting of a single bed, a wardrobe, a mirror, and a desk. It is a cramped little square of land given to each student to use as they see fit.
Of course, you are not required to use it if you have residence elsewhere.
The school itself is located on the outskirts of town closer to the rural areas. It has the following features;
Outside:
- Spacious outdoors. Lorken has purchased a gargantuan plot of land for his purposes.
- Storage shed; serving as a larder for preserved foods, as well as where he keeps any mundane training equipment
- Building replicas. Like some of the other schools, L.O.S.E.R has some fake 3 story buildings littering the fields that are used for training purposes. Each one features over 30 rooms with interconnecting hallways and various secret tunnels for those who can sniff them out during a training exercise. Quick and easily assembled.
- 'The pit': The so-called pinnacle of the outdoor activities, this medieval looking slice of hell is a large dug out piece of land surrounded by thick concrete walls. Getting in and out requires the help of another student holding a rope, as the sides are smooth and angled sharply. It is frequently used for combat demonstrations.
Indoors:
- Kitchen: Any who choose to stay at L.O.S.E.R are taught to cook and clean as part of the lesson plan. Lorken is not one to be annoyed in the mornings so a proper breakfast is advisable for your own safety. Be ready to share what you make. Food is supplied by a catering company through various contracts.
- Gymnasium: While not as large or as inspiring as some of the other schools, L.O.S.E.R does have a large building near the storage shed complete with concrete floors and lined with various obstacles. More often than not it will be used to defense classes, lectures, Quirk training, and body conditioning. Various work-out machines are in a separate room attached to the Gymnasium.
- Lorkens room: Don't go in here. Ever. Your life is forfeit if so.
There is one special rule about L.O.S.E.R that no other school allows. There is a legal waver every student must sign before they are allowed on the premises that forfeits their rights to sue the school or the hero association for any damages that occur while under Lorkens tutelage. It is no secret that he is an Ex-Villain and will make that very clear within the first few days.
His lesson plans are often brutal, fast paced, and many students drop out as they are unable to complete his ever intensifying plan.