Shambling out of the building and back into a world almost too happy and perfect where the grass was cut to a mandatory length and the birds always sang and those who would not have a reason to smile otherwise were smiling. In many ways this was what seemed inherently bad about the situation he had found himself in for what was he but an outlier in a seemingly perfect set. A camel in the ocean or a cynic at the good feelings convention for happy people. He figured that was how he found himself time and again falling through the cracks of the so called "perfect" world that Yamaku tried to present itself a refuge for those shunned from society and found himself in the fleshy darker bits were his reality was seemingly more present. Seeing the world from this deciding cynical view point has more or less has lead to meetings with some less than favorable figures. Broken souls and those with shattered dreams and had just given up. In short they were his people, his proverbial flock that he had somehow become the header of. The voice of somewhat reason where most would just say hang themselves and get it over with. And hence the wise man legend of Nobuyuki Ueda was born not out of some prophetic moment when he deiced to help people but because out of happenstance and serendipity of being the voice that just happened to drag someone from back over the edge. 

Through his escapades over the past three years one such parasite that found its purpose living in the cracks was a man that most people only knew by Toke. The man with no past or no future, who will gladly sell you life in a bottle and then take it away just as easily. Ueda met him early in his first year back when he was still setting up and before the seedier circles of the student body began to frequent him as much as they did. In short Ueda knew exactly what was happening every time the two had a meeting he was Faust and Toke was Mephostophile. A deal with the devil to be able to feel something or anything really. They were stuck down the road to tragedy together wither they liked it or not but it was more preferable than walking the road alone. It was odd thing companionship and how it drove people together. How just having somebody to talk to even if you were convinced he was a sociopath that would gladly let you OD because it might be fun to watch. Or maybe it was because they were not so different from one another really both stuck on the same side of an unlucky coin flip.

He saw the devil ahead talking to what seemed to be a first year and he thought about intervening but the girl seemed to be handling herself well enough without any intervention. So instead he leaned against the side of a tree on the path and watched the exchange continue to progress. A self stylized man with a grin that could freeze water who proclaims that all he does is walk about spreading joy where ever he goes bringing happiness to the community. This usually meant doing as he did now lurking about and finding the antelope isolated from the pack that type that usually would appreciate his services and pouncing while the meat was fresh. Sometimes you would find him hanging around groups of first years talking in extravagant tones like a showman at the circus and before they knew what was happening he had them hooked. Once they were hooked well Toke made it very hard for them to get out of his net. He had a skill at picking at peoples brains and finding what they hated most about themselves, along the same line as Ueda's own talents but used in a much darker form. 

Though a minute or so later Ueda finally deiced that he was going to relieve the girl of the devil standing on her shoulder and walked out from under his spot under the tree and towards Toke allowing his associate to see him. Walking forward at a casual pace he allowed Toke's own attempt at fishing for a catch to end as the girl and he parted ways. Toke and Ueda met in the middle of the walkway and exchanging formal greetings they sat down on a bench on the pathway together as a dart of birds flew overhead from one grazing area to another the spring of life fresh and bountiful. They looked like an odd pair with Toke in his varying shades of black on top of black looking more and more like a living shadow each day and Ueda with his cane and seemingly winter attire for a fresh spring day. His heavy overcoat that he always wore looking more at home in the trenches of the first World War than at a school though he was never seen without it not even on the hottest day of the year mostly because it seemingly bulked up his near skeletal frame at that point making him look as odd as it sounded more alive than he normally would be. 

"She seems a little young for you don't you think Tokey Toke?" Ueda mused in a dry tone.