[right][hr][color=gray][b]Togo Sushi - Toukotan Park - The Asterisk[/b]
Spring, SY 3233/UC 233/AY 117[/color][hr][/right]
[i]'Intelligence is the ability to adapt to changes'[/i]

Said one of the most brilliant scientists of all time thousands of years ago. And never once the true power of its meaning had been shifted. Human beings are always subjective to a mindset of constancy. Their visions are always constant and straight, with stability nd predictability being their building blocks of their own imaginative world. But nothing is further from the truth. The only stability found in life is its instability. And failure occurs when one were unable to anticipate and be fully prepared for it. It is a lesson that not many are capable of understanding.

And changes are happening right now, in this universe. Being the future of the world he came from, this silver-haired wheelchair-bound man was had no intention of falling into the same category. He would be taking the reins of history sooner or later.[hr]
The sight of a modern electric wheelchair rolling down the pavement on the street was hard to miss. The large silhouette of the chair, the label of disability, was enough for people to slide out of his way. Even if this world is often unkind to strangers and the lower class society, nobody would dare to risk being labelled an ableist or a complete dickhead in the face of others. The power of esteem are powerful enough here to leave this man, An Shirada, an ingenious mind from the peaceful worldship of Jotunheim, alone.

Orientation was basically the same as everywhere else in this universe: long and uninformative, assuming An had already researched everything before he arrived. On his left hand was still the book that he had been reading ever since he arrived for it. His right hand was being more active, however, as the tip of the fingers were touching the hovering ball on the right armrest of his wheelchair, slightly adjusting and rotating it. If one paid attention, the ball was actually the control center to his entire chair, his so-called legs in this mortal world. Turning at the corner of an intersection, An slightly tilted his hand to the right, thus rotating the ball clockwise. The command were executed, the wheelchair turned. 

He soon arrived at a sushi shop downtown, overlooking the park nearby. As he arrived at the door to the shop, the stairs, which were designed for the able-bodied, suddenly formed a transparent ramp overlapping the steps. Anyone new to this technology would be in awe, but An had seen a lot of it already back in his home world, where technology like this is just common practice. 

The order was simple: a dish of Salmon Sashimi with some Dynamite Roll. While waiting for his order, he continued to read the book he was carrying, and simply getting lost in his own world. The world of endless possibilities. The land where he was not bound by mortal laws. If only he could extract a few of those into reality, he could advance himself and his people further than he could ever imagine. 

CRASH!

But still...

CRASH!

If these knowledge were to be implemented, it would have to be for the good of humanity. And the two knuckleheads who were battling against each other outside were a stark reminder what NOT to follow. 

An gave a long sigh as he watched those Neanderthals bashing their heads against one another. This is the first day and such 'entertaining' activities were already available as a welcoming committee. How peculiar. But then again, the reminder of the Jotunheim's Education and Cultural Department were, to some extent, real. This place isn't as civil as it looks. And that Jotuheim's choose process isn't the universal method for the enrolment. Among these talented magicians, there will be some fools who got lost here. And the population of the latter may far exceeds that of the former. He just couldn't know.

He was here on the Asterisk not to bash heads. He could've just ignore that, finish his meal and the book he was carrying and move on. But after seeing the destruction that they had caused, this may turn out a lot worse if he does not intervene.

His palm opened, as his two fingers pressed onto the two poles of the ball on his wheelchair. The ball quickly glowed green as a one-sided earphone sprang from the headrest of his wheelchair. At the same time, the number pad appeared before him. An immediately put the earphone on his right ear while he typed in a certain and specific set of number into the pad. The predictive text algorithm soon showed the destination An was calling before he even finish his typing: Campus Security.

[b][color=fdc68a]"Sir, we have a conflict going on here at Tokotan Park. An unauthorized fight it seems. Please come as fast as possible. Thank you."[/color] [/b]

He said calmly through the mic once it was put through. That should do it. He'd keep that mic on if there is anything else necessary, but that's all for now.