Classes were, essentially, boring. Sometimes, Katsuo had to ask himself why he even put up with classes the first place. After all, he doubted that science would help him with his full-time job as an idol manager, unless it was related to pyrotechnics. And even then, he could just ask another Aspect, maybe one of Goemon or Vulcan to handle all the colorful, flaming explosions for him. If mathematics was related to money management, maybe he’d be more interested, but as of now, there were no accounting courses that he could take. Not that dealing with money was his main interest the first place. Out of all the eight different subjects he was managing this year, there was not a single one that interested him in any fashion at all. Maybe he was being too narrowminded, but really, all he wanted to do was to make Ashita the undisputed star of Risen Academy.

And, of course, the Sentinel would serve as a ‘proxy’ for himself in classrooms, sitting in his desk and taking down his notes while he lazed about on the school roof. It was a pretty useful thing really. He was surprised that Helena didn’t do that herself, considering that she could become triplets at a moment’s notice. Sure, she’d be exhausted at the end of it, but she’d have so much more free time to do whatever she wanted! Enjoying the tropical sky and the warm temperatures, he laid on his back with a big smile on his face. From nine in the morning till three in the afternoon, safety was all but guaranteed, with a free meal inbetween.

Anyways, it was much harder to get any planning done after school ends and explosions begin to sound in the horizon. After that nasty scuffle from yesterday, the redhead was almost certain that the Xerxes and Vlad cabals would be at each other’s throats again. A shame as well. Chances were that there would be more than just a few spectators this time as well, considering how the Aspect of Galahad had to come stop the fight last time. Well, hopefully, that large-scale event would be enough to capture the attention of most of the drones flying about the island.

The tomato-boy wanted to start a little project of his, after all.

The lunch bell decided to ring then, and, standing up, Katsuo ran down the stairwell to pick up Ashita. Passing by a few acquaintances and co-workers along the way, he waved and exchanged a few words of greeting, before dashing off once more. He burst into the classroom with the dynamic force of a bicycle, smiled at a teacher whose name he never remembered, before patting his doll’s head at another job well done. Pages filled with elegant handwriting detailed exactly what the lecture had been about, and, after stuffing them unceremoniously into his backpack, he marched off with the Maiden’s Knight in toll.

The two of them eventually arrived at the cafeteria, where Katsuo instantly found a legitimate method to cut into the line. Dragging the raven-haired little girl with him, he waved at Ashita’s acrobatics teacher.

[b]“Thanks for saving a spot in the line for me, Keepa! How’s it going?”[/b]