[color=#00A86B][h3]Wu Fuwei (吳 福威) [/h3][/color]

The streets of Academy City were always lively. To see people bustling to and fro was the norm in most districts. After all, if one was to take a normal city but give an abnormally high number of adolescent youth lacking in parental figures, walking and talking would no doubt increase dramatically. Indeed, Academy City was a city for the enterprising youth of the world, and their liveliness was a contagious plague that had spread like an epidemic throughout the streets. 

However there was something else that was unfortunately usual in this city. 

A young foreigner, zig-zagging through the streets on his bike, in a jacket with Woodles' Noodles duct taped on the back. 

Tommy Woo had a delivery to make. 

Woodles, after all, had a reputation to uphold, to be even a minute late was a disservice to the customer. Tommy Woo, would never let a customer down, for their daily lives were hard enough, to make it any worse would be a crime against humanity. A war crime of the highest caliber in the war against hunger. At least, that's what Tommy's dad had always taught him, and even now those words rang true. 

[i][color=#fedb00]"Boy, cold noodles leads to a cold heart. We must warm the hearts of our customers so that they might be merry. Otherwise, and pay attention to this boy,"   

"You will not get tip."[/color][/i]

His father truly was a man worthy of the highest praise. 

However getting distracted into such tangents was not the way of Woo Family Noodles. The sacred art of delivering food and sustenance to their customers was something that deserved no less than 210%. Tommy Woo was not, after all, a lackadaisical man. He did not do things half-heartedly, or half-cocked, or any of the halves. No, Tommy Woo redoubled his efforts in every facet of his life. 

Only a few seconds later, Tommy Woo was outside the door and greeting his customer with a smile. Opening his mouth, Tommy Woo spoke in his still rather weak Japanese. English may have been easier and possibly workable, but the customer would feel more at ease when speaking in Japanese. "[color=#00A86B]Delivery from Woodles - Woo Family Noodles for a Mister Sakamoto Haruka-San.[/color]" 

[i][color=#00A86B]Was he supposed to add a Mister and a San? Japanese was confusing. Still more respect was always better.[/color][/i]

Not a minute later the sacred transaction was complete and Tommy Woo was off on his way home. Another Delivery completed perfectly on time, yet that did not mean he would simply rest. After all, every minute outside of the house was a minute of business lost. Hence, Tommy was more than grateful that his school still had another month before the next year started. 

Upon arrival home, Tommy Woo noticed a letter stuck under the door of his small shop, which, truth be told, was more of an opening in the wall than a proper store. Curious about the potential new order, and remembering his manners in always ensuring prompt responses, Tommy Woo did not dilly dally in his rush to the letter. Smiling about the potential prospects as he gingerly, yet quickly, opened the letter. The sense of anticipation was palpable. 

[i][color=#fedb00]Dear Boy,[/color][/i]

It was a message from his father. 

[i][color=#fedb00]Congratulations! I have increased your prestige, and the value of the Woodles Family Noodles, even further. From here onwards you will no longer attend Noriaki North but Hybrid Academy.[/color]

[color=#00A86B]Wasn't that the fancy new school that had opened? How did father accomplish that?[/color]

[color=#fedb00]Of course dear boy, I trust that you will not be late on your first day. It is the reason why I've sent this letter a month in advance, for school starts on XX/XX at X:00. Hopefully there were no delays in the arrival, but I am a little weary of this international mail system. Nevertheless, I wish you the best, boy. I trust you will bring honor to the 吳 family name. [/color]

[color=#00A86B]XX/XX at X:00?

That was today.

And 30 minutes from now.[/color][/i]

Not wasting another second on such pointless thoughts, Tommy Woo put back on his helmet and rushed to his new school. By his calculations he would be able to make it with only a minute to spare. The students would no doubt be confused by the foreigner on the broken down bike hastening to their school, but Tommy Woo had no time for such worries. 

For Tommy Woo had a delivery to make.

And this time, he was the package.