Chuck rolled his eyes at the "teacher" calling them "GUNPLA FIGHTERS" and hoped he wouldn't call himself something ridiculous like Gunpla Meister next. The tournament sounded nice but kind of overblown, it was simply sending a team of reps from the school and each would have to do individual competitions. This was extremely common and he wasn't sure why a big deal was made out of it, beyond Gunpla Battle having 3v3 rules as well. Whatever the case, the prize sounded good to him, though since the Academy had more or less provided him with more tools and parts than he knew what to do with already the Gunpla would probably sit pristine in their boxes should he win them.

When he got up to draw a lot, a few murmurs went around the class. No one recognized him or had seen him before. It made sense considering he'd started late because of a bad cold and hadn't spent much of his free time outside his dorm, where he kept himself busy working on what he gingerly referred to as "It", his dream project in Gunpla. Only a handful of students from separate classes had had the misfortune of challenging Chuck over perceived slights the few times he shuffled out to get more parts, paint, food or medicine and things had ended quickly and badly for them, as the nonplussed texan teen was none too keen to spend more time outside than necessary.

Chuck was, in short, pretty much completely unknown across the Academy at large.