A whole bunch of other people were beginning to show up in the classroom, the majority of them decidedly Japanese. It turned out that him calling the white-haired girl ‘White’ was actually correct. Apparently, her name was ‘Shiro’ if Kazuo was to be believed. Smiling good-naturedly at the third year’s comment, Gael pushed himself off the desk and stood up, allowing bandanna boy to appreciate the full extent of the foreigner’s height. [b]“Well,”[/b] he said, looking down at the shorter male,[b] “I’d love to say that it’s due solely to my upbringing, but genetics are unfair like that, eh?”[/b]

[b]“And my my, Takeshi, never thought you were such a player, pining after two girls at the same time.”[/b] Looked like the bespectacled baseball club member had larger balls than Gael had first expected. Gotta give him props for that, huh.

Of course, to balance out all those enthusiastic individuals, an annoyed shorty with a babyface and blonde hair came in as well, citing that the only reason she was joining the club was because her councillor forced her to. Probably the delinquent-type, really, because there was no way in hell her blonde hair was natural.

After the delinquent half-ganguro, a much more normal student walked in, a little on the skinny side, with brown, medium-length hair and a face that didn’t stand out at all. Essentially? Boring as hell. Next~!

Thank god the final person to arrive was actually FUCKING AWESOME. Gael had heard about ‘chuunibyo syndrome’ while he had been looking up information related to Japan, but he hadn’t actually expected to meet someone like that. Her silliness was a breath of fresh air compared to what most Japanese people were like, and while she was most definitely underweight, the international student really didn’t care. Such admirable confidence and gusto, with no regards at all to reality! People like her were the ones that would revolutionize society. Deciding to take the initiative on this occasion, Gael snapped his fingers to catch her attention and said with a wide grin, [b]“Sup, Silver Agent! I like you! Name’s Gael Ericsson, from Norway!”[/b]

Before any more greetings could be exchanged, however, the club president spoke up once more, just as the final arrive, a gamer girl who also didn’t look like she wanted to be here, arrived. Lots of girls, actually. How odd.

Listening attentively to all that she had said, Gael found himself rather excited at the end of all this. While this DID sound like a staged event, perhaps a prank or whatever on the new members, it also sounded like tons of investigative fun. Hiiragi was probably tossing them under the bus, but this sort of difficulty spike was alright as well. And searching for a notebook containing vital information…

One certainly couldn’t get more RPG-esque than that.

But first thing’s first.

Addressing everyone else in the club, Gael said, leaning against a wall,[b] “Right, don’t know about the rest of you, but seeing how we’re gonna search for some satanic classroom until midnight, anyone feel like getting some food? Or are you all on a diet?”[/b]