[h1][color=firebrick]Yuuhei Seiho[/color][/h1]
Saturday Morning - Newspaper Club Room

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[i]THUNK[/i]

Yuuhei’s dart, which definitely didn’t exist if a Disciplinary Committee member asked, struck the map of Shikatsu with an ever gratifying noise. Specifically, it had hit the site of the rumored robot invasion, which had completely consumed the president’s attention since he had heard about it. So much so that he had gotten up early, making him the first to show up to the room that was unusually quiet for a change. But that silence was disturbed by the sound of his footsteps as he approached the map to get a closer look, his face scrunched up in concentration. 

From a logical standpoint – well ok, maybe that was a bad term for this as there was nothing all that logical about rampant battle bots but still – Yuuhei couldn’t make heads or tails out of what they could have been after. To the best of his knowledge, none of the buildings within the vicinity held anything or anyone of significant value, not to mention there didn’t seem to be any routes that would let an entire battalion of robots just disappear into a puff of smoke like they had. All things considered, it sounded like a story that Yuuhei generally would have written off as another strange rumor for the strange town, but there was something about this one that prevented him from doing just that. 

After all, he had seen the messy aftermath. And what’s more, he had heard that someone had spotted a student from Uchima High slinking away from the scene.

He wrapped a hand around the dart and gingerly tugged on it, the cork board under the map putting up a fair amount of resistance, until it came out with a small pop. All things considered, there were a number of oddballs at his school that he could easily picture getting mixed up in such an event. The dart was twirled between his fingers as he went through a mental list of suspects, pacing the room with one of his rare serious looks. It would be a lot of ground to cover on his own to question so many students, as he was certain that his subordinates would have little interest in pursuing the story without more facts to go on, but he couldn’t really think of any alternatives as he had already interviewed those in the immediate area of the incident. 
 
Yuuhei came to an abrupt stop in his pacing and slapped his cheeks lightly, a look of determination taking over his expression. It wasn’t like him to get so caught up in the hurdles in front of him when there was an interesting story to be uncovered. So with a spring back in his step, Yuuhei started to make his way to the door. The rest of the Newspaper Club would have their hands full with the usual trivial articles that came with the start of every school year, so now was the time to escape before someone else showed up and put him to work. He reached for the door, his excitement mounting…

… only for the door to slide open to reveal one Saika Oshino, his dutiful vice president, on the other side. “Prez, surely you aren’t planning on abandoning your subordinates on such a busy day, right?” the dark haired girl asked innocently, but Yuuhei knew from experience, too many in fact, that behind those eyes was an entire world of hurt ready to be unleashed.

[color=firebrick]”I… er… you see…”[/color] he sheepishly stuttered, hands waving every which way, as if that was helping, before he gave up with a sigh of defeat. [color=firebrick]”That had been the idea, yes.”[/color]

And with that, the expression on the younger girl became downright threatening as she nonchalantly brushed past Yuuhei, grabbing him by the ear on her way, and stomped into the room. “Not this time. Now get to work.”