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Akira looked at Suzue in more of a curious intrigue than anything, though he didn’t seem to really mind being called out by Suzue or her being selected as captain, though he didn’t join the discussion. Something he learned in street fighting is that anything could be used to your advantage. He walked over to Saito and the delinquent’s hand would become a blur, as he snagged Saito’s  newspaper right out of his hands. Before the president could complain, Akira rolled it up and flattened it and wrap the newspaper around his neck and zipping up the collar of his jacket to keep it into place, making it so that ink couldn’t easily get on his throat. Akira gave a small smug “thanks” as he walked back towards the group. 

[color=ed1c24]”I doubt it’s intangible, since I doubt Mr. Electric Eel would be that cheap. Though he did gave us a bit of a clue in that, it’s going to be using ink in some way.[/color] Akira took another sip from his pancake drink. [color=ed1c24]”Now either he equipped it with a paint brush and trained it to use it like a psycho slasher or it just has naturally has it.[/color] Akira seemed to have fully drank all of his pancake drink as he turned it over only for it to spill droplets. [color=ed1c24]”Well either way trying to create a complex plan against something you have so little info about is stupid. Let’s just go and see what it is first.[/color] Akira walked over vending machines and pulling out a handful of coins he bought a half a dozen sodas before putting them into his bag. Whatever for was anyone’s guess.