Kyouma let out a slight laugh at Torako's mention of exercise, choosing to ignore her complaints about his speed. All things considered, she was the one dragging him along, so she should have been the one to match his pace. But that was... Well, no matter, really. As long as he got the job done, then would taking a regular pace be that much of a crime?

"Yeah... No thank you. I've got enough studying on my plate without having to deal with the problems that come with being athletic." he said shaking his head no as he followed close behind Torako as she led him down the alleyway. "Besides, less sleep is the opposite of what I need these days."

It was true, given how he had been knocked out for who knows how long for this morning alone just over some side research; his school days tended to be a bit worse than that, which only served to make matters a tad worse for him.

With nothing better to do, Kyouma decided to listen to Torako's carefree chatter; though it felt much like it, there was a moment of clarity that he felt as he sifted through it all. That... Well, surprisingly enough, it had betrayed her own beliefs quite easily. So that's why...!
Kyouma's pace slowed down, though, as he heard Torako talk about being 'lucky' to get to those higher levels.

That... That was a tad far from the truth, if anything. Sure, it was lucky to get such a high level ability (and, heck, it saved him a chunk of money on glasses and stuff), but that also came with all the scientists pulling you left and right for tests and experiments. Frankly, the whole ordeal sucked; he even go transferred to Nagatenjouki just because of this power of his and had to actually kick himself into gear to get through his school days. Luck? Far from it.

"...You know, having a high level isn't all it's cracked up to be. Given half the chance, I'd trade my power away and go back to being a normal student..." he muttered quietly as he continued along the alleyway. Well, she'd probably get irritated if he told her about the end results of his research here in the middle of this cramped place, and with that it was almost certain he'd get a punch to the gut, at the very least. He'd tell her in a less... Enclosed area, if possible...