Completely, utterly strange. That was the best way, it seemed, to describe Yokai Academy and its students. He had found it strange enough when he entered just to find that his teacher was asleep. Now, he had classmates who charged in just to immediately lose enthusiasm, and another who sat down and instantaneously seemed to have his eyes glued to something outside the window. Then there was the school itself, it seemed so odd. Everyone seemed so informal, and even the teachers had a casual air about them, and Ennosuke just didn't understand it. The teachers were to be their superiors, so why were they being treated like that? Back home, that could've gotten him...who knows what punishment, he'd never attempted to rebel.

 Shaking his head of these thoughts, it occurred to him he hadn't even talked to any of his new classmates. That said, he wasn't sure how to start. There were plenty of them in here, so how did he choose who to speak with? He considered the one staring out the window mindlessly, but he determined it would be bad to rouse him from his daydreams. That said, the only one of his other classmates who had already made an impression was the one with the rapidly deflating enthusiasm. After a moment, he decided to try and talk with him.

However, before he did, he took a general look around the room. Everyone was chatting, sleeping, or just plain old existing. Yet, nobody seemed to have a task or purpose like Enno did. This, once again, struck him as very strange, especially considering his upbringing. What good were they doing if they weren't pursuing a specific goal? Then again, he had to grant, they may very well be pursuing a goal, just not one easily identifiable. So, with a sigh, he accepted that he'd been quick to judge and dismissed that. So, he stood up and moved to sit by the, as Enno had decided to call him, deflating boy. After taking a seat, he greeted "Hello. I'm Hayakawa Ennosuke, whats your name?"