[center][h1]Sano Takeshi[/h1]

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"A pleasure to meet you, my name is Sano Takeshi," the cadet returned respectfully, giving the shorter boy a nod before continuing towards the mess hall. He watched his comrades form together on the tables before him, filling the empty seats that remained. Listening in to the conversations that went on, Sano maneuvered his way through the aisles between the tables, excusing himself if he got to close to anyone. 

His eyes targeted some seats close to the girls from the cabin, they had already found a table and were filling it quickly. "Let's sit over here, apologize for our intrusion in their cabin," he tasked, letting Emil and Connor pass him up and take their seats respectfully. 

"May I?" he asked Mora, gesturing the seat next to hers. Her answer was unknown as he slowly formed into the chair, hoping there would be no backlash for his action. "I wanted to apologize for the two cadets that barged into your cabin, I should have been alert and stopped them." Deep down Sano felt responsible for the action of his team as he had already declared himself team captain - despite his unusual silence. Leading by example meant he needed to take charge of the situation and show others the way things in general must be performed. 

He then turned towards his dinner, a soup that cast a smell of pond and raw onion. He cringed and coughed internally at the sight as well, feeling as though the ingredients were alive. 

"....damn..." he cursed under his breath as his spoon played around the bowl and it's compounds. Gulping, he filled his utensil and brought it towards his mouth. He stopped hesitantly, eyes bulging out of their sockets as his entire body froze in place. He couldn't curse, the smell fund itself into his nervous system and forced him into immobilization. Then it took over and had him eat. He munched on the spoon as if it was eatable. Swallowing the soup as quickly and painlessly as possible. His spoon dropped back into his bowl, face turning to his right slightly as he glared into space. He sniffed, taking in the fresh air as his chest begin to burn from the inside out. 

"Damn!" his brain cursed, obligating him to exhale the spices he had just inhaled. "Spicy," the word escaped him, jaw shivering as he shook his head in suffering. This wasn't soup, it was hell in a bowl.[/center]