"Ne, classes are in, how bo~o~oring~," remarked a spiky-haired young man in a tanktop and shorts as he walked along the streets of Namimori, arms behind his head casually. In the past years, Namimori had become quite the cesspool of mafia-types, even if the appearance of its 'overworld' didn't lead to such conclusions. All things considered, Nagato probably wouldn't have even entertained the thought of hanging around the Japanese backwater town. Too sleepy and peaceful, if what he heard about the pre-Decimo conditions were like were true.

Soon enough, Nagato came upon the sight of Namimori Middle School and looked in the window of Kaiya's classroom. "See what I mean?" the assassin asked himself rhetorically, "they're just there. Boring."