[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Armory[/h2]

Glancing up from his very rough sketches of the classic piece of Saiyan technology (and outing himself as never having a future in art), his eye swiveled back over to Cian beside him, already hard at work on some contraption infinitely more complex than his.

[b]"Really? All by yourself?"[/b] he asked again, needlessly. Looking from her quick, clean schematic back to his wayward scribbles, the discrepancy here couldn't be more obvious. Like his and, say, Aoki's Math Grades back in High School...

[i]When Math wasn't too brutal even for me.[/i]

[b]"That's... amazing."[/b] He replied, in a tone colored much more soberly than usual by the second, third, and fourth thoughts about taking this class swimming throughout his mind. He really, honestly, hadn't expected to have been expected to already have experience, expertise, in such an area where you'd think it expedient to ensure that even those starting from nothing had explanations supplementing their exploration. Seriously, wasn't there an intro class for this?

[i]Maybe in Signal's curriculum...

I should ask April. Or Mom.[/i]

[b]"So, it seems like you're really in your element, here."[/b]