One walked in quietly and saw that his class was Math. Thing was, he never had a proper education as he was sorely created to kill a certain someone, but that was past that moment, and left him in a near century of trying to mourn for his fallen sister. Though, the whole idea that he was going to a math class, and that his name was One, he chuckled a bit at the thought before retaining his stoic persona. As he got to the math class, he jotted down on the form.

Name: One
Age: 98
Clubs: Workshop

The only reason he wrote down that certain club was that he wanted to take that time to figure out how to forge more swords, seeing that his own dragonbone sword (concealed in his jacket) was starting break.