Souta tried his best to keep his composure as he sat in his chair, his arm holding up his head as it sat firmly and securely on the arm rest of the chair. He stared at Alphonse, trying his best not to break out into panic or into tears. 

He was of the student council. The student council, a group of the most powerful students in the whole school.

Granted, Souta didn't exactly earn his spot on the student council, but neither did anyone else. His sister chose him for some odd reason because she believed in him -- for some odd reason. Because she knew that Souta could... well, [i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuHfVn_cfHU]do it[/url][/i] in the words of that strange white man in that strange YouTube video that somehow seemed to reach popularity.

But that was beside the point!

Souta's sister had to fight for her seat with her power, a power that kept her safe and secure, that was considered to be "powerful," and Souta had that [i]same exact power.[/i]

Granted, Souta's sister could summon out five guards at a time to do her bidding, but two was enough for Souta! This power, even though Souta had yet to master it, even though Souta had yet to bring out its full potential, even though Souta had yet to even use it in a real fight, this power would keep him safe.

"What are we going to do about this?"