[center][h1]Naoko Suzuki[/h1][/center]
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	Naoko looked up, closing his sketchbook. "Hm? Oh. My name is Naoko. Nice to meet you." He looked around. "This is strange." He had a sense of wonder. "In my home, I never..." He screwed up his face. He had learned most of his grammar before going to Maniacles. His lessons were never completed, and he forgot what to say sometimes. "I never can draw outside." He realized his mistake and corrected it hurriedly. "I never could draw outside. The Pests, as you call them? They swarmed around in the most beautiful of places. He looked at the radiant setting sun. A sense of longing ached at his soul. "I hope one day I can paint something like this in Japan. Without any Pests in it." In Tokyo, Pests traveled in packs. Most of the time, a group of students sticking together could fend them off, but every once in a while there would be a notice about a student murdered by Pests. There would be 30 minutes of grieving, then the school day would go back to normal. Even though they were rare, they were far too often for it to interfere with academics.