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[@Feyblue]"Ha! Yeah, I suppose that makes sense, doesn't it?" Kenichi chuckled as Motome proclaimed that good curry was good. "By the way, ya got a bit," he touched his cheek to indicate where she had a bit of curry on her face, "right here." When he brought his own hand away, however, he found a few grains of rice on himself. With a shrug he licked them off his fingers and went back to his meal. By this point he had almost demolished his raw-egg-on-rice and his udon, and was making a dent in the chankonabe. He started to attempt some kind of small talk--but then snapped his head around at the sound of someone's table falling.

Kenichi's eyes narrowed. He started to eat faster, but kept watching the scene unfold. Roy, Ezra, Donny, Mina, and some other girl all seemed to have issues with some group from another class--that same group that had been buddied up in the halls before, the one with one student that Kenichi could have sworn he'd seen before. Ah...now he realized it. That kid had been in [i]their[/i] class for some reason, in the back. What was going on here, besides the typical primary school bullshit they should have all gotten over by this point?

"Can't believe we're dealin' with this shit on the first day." he said to Fumika off-hand, before turning the bowl up and draining the broth in one more massive gulp. He stood up, wiping his mouth with a napkin that he then crumpled into a ball and shoved into his pocket. "'Scuse me for a sec, Motome-chan."

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Just as Asahi stepped protectively in front of 2-A's President, a short bundle of muscle and blue hair suddenly shouldered his way to the front past Ezra, and reached up to grab Jett's pants-leg in a firm grip--not actually enough to stop him if the blonde really wanted to go, but enough to, just maybe, bring him to his senses.

"How about we all take a deep breath--" Kenichi did so himself, causing a sudden vacuum of whirling wind that pulled at clothing and hair and a noise like a revving turbine for just a few seconds--"and NOT do anythin' ELSE we're all gonna regret one way or another?" He gestured towards the boy cradling a bleeding shin, then looked at Ezra and Jett. "Remember what the teachers were sayin' before, after Echo? Not getting dragged into fights for our own satisfaction?" Then he looked at class 2-A.

"Yo, Yoshida Kenichi, nice to meetcha. I got the main character seat of 1-A, so forgive me for buttin' into my nakama's business." He let go of Jett's leg and crossed his arms as he met their stares with one of equal intensity. "I ain't got the best memory, but there was definitely one thing in the handbook I remember. I believe, at times like this, Komei has some sort of Challenge system, correct?" None of them actually had Rankings yet, because they were fresh students. So the only way to get one was to wait their turn...or take it from someone else. And if 2-A really was bitter about being, well, 2-A, then this would probably play right into their hands...but it would also keep 1-A from getting themselves in even more trouble.

"Ezra-kun might already be in a bit of a bind, but what about the rest of ya? You guys do this here, and I'm willin' to bet [i]everybody[/i] gets slapped with a punishment. Maybe even expulsion. So why don't you go by the books? Get a teacher to sign off on it...and whoever is [i]being[/i] challenged, they even get to pick the nature of it." He glanced over at Jett and Ezra. "Of course, if 2-A wants to make it, I think we all know what 1-A is gonna choose." 

An all-out, knock down, drag out brawl with a class that just got done being lectured about how they'd nearly all killed each other in a training exercise? If 2-A wanted any part of that, they'd be stupid. So maybe that would keep them from making the challenge. And maybe the knowledge that if 1-A made it, 2-A would get to choose the event--and would no doubt pick something to their own advantage--would keep Jett and Ezra or anyone else from making it on their side. So maybe, just maybe, both sides would walk away.

Or maybe not. Kenichi didn't actually mind, he just didn't want anyone to get in trouble. He cracked his knuckles, and exhaled steam from his nostrils as he waited to hear what this bunch of groupies would say next.