Ravi de vous rencontrer, Haruka-chan.
Elle a été accueillie avec un clin d'œil amical de la tête après avoir terminé. Ryouta regarda le conseil d'administration de façon contemplative un moment, il semblait profondément réfléchi, puis après un certain temps, il se retourna vers le groupe.
"Donne-moi une minute pour avoir mon équipement."
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C'était une marche rapide de la zone d'affectation à l'armurerie, placé commodément pour les étudiants qui étaient pressés de participer à des missions. Quand Ryouta est revenu, il était dans une nouvelle tenue, une qui était prête pour le combat. Il portait un gilet anti-balles gris terne et un pantalon assorti de rayures bleu néon qui s'entremêlaient sur les côtés, entourés de circuits manas - ceux-ci ont été faits pour le sort en utilisant la population de l'académie. Il portait également une visière qui présentait une image holographique devant son œil droit, à côté d'un gant assorti sur sa main droite, sous pression, son épée maniant la main. Son épée toujours assise près de sa hanche comme d'habitude, c'est l'élégance un contraste frappant avec le reste de son apparence.
En se dirigeant vers le Launch pad où Haruka attendait, il a tapoté l'écran de sa montre, il semble qu'il ait trouvé de plus en plus d'utilisations ces jours-ci. Un fichier intitulé "Rooster's Crow.mp3" est apparu et il a commencé à le télécharger immédiatement.
Maintenant tout ce qu'ils avaient à faire était d'attendre que tout le monde se rassemble et qu'il (ou quelqu'un) entre les coordonnées dans la console.
**Name:**Joe Louis
**Age:** 14
**Gender:**Male
**Themesong:** (
**Class:** Striker
**Appearance:** A male with rough darker skin and short black hair in a crew-cut style. He is a little taller than average but won't turn heads when he walks with a long arm and leg reach and a muscular build that betrays his fighting style as a close range one. He has a tattoo of a blue Chinese type Dragon on the lower end of his chest and one of a boxing glove on his right arm.
**History: **
Joe Louis was born as a normal guy that just happened to like boxing. This interest drew him into other martial arts like Dutch Kickboxing, wrestling and Brazilian Jiu-jitsu. There was nothing really off about him or something special that might have happened in his life to motivate him to join the academy. He just really happened to like fighting and thought fighting against demons were cool. Lucky for him, he was born with the innate talent for chi and hand to hand martial arts, particularly stand up.
**Statistics: **
Level - 1
HP - 10 (100)
MP - 4 (40)
Attack - 20
Magic - 10
Speed - 20
Accuracy - 20
Defense - 10
Evasion - 5
Resistance - 11
**Spells/Skills:**
**Follow The Leader -**
A simple technique because Joe loves to keep it simple when he fights. Joe concentrates all his power in his fist and throws it with the attempt of finishing the fight in that same blow. However, he is easily susceptible to counter attacks if he misses because he puts all his momentum and power into it.. It adds 20 attack to the punch.(Command: "Not to be arrogant but it's over, you know that right?") Consumes 20 MP every time it is performed. (Has longer command for more power)
(I'm saving the other level. I think I'll go an anti-magic direction and build up his resistance and magic stat to make him fight stronger against magic using opponents.)