[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/fC8Qr99/image.png[/img][hr][h2][color=7ea7d8]Date Nobu[/color][/h2][h3][color=crimson]Emotional State[/color] - [s]Freaking Out[/s] Calm[/h3][/center][hr]
The Cultural Festival was a strange place for Nobu to be. He was under no obligation to attend, let alone stay back during the clean-up. It was true that the Computer Science Club had set up their own activity for the festival, one that Nobu himself took responsibility in organizing. He believed himself to be the most competent Second Year to take up the mantle for next year, so naturally he would display his talents in order to show that he could easily take charge of the club during the new year. None of the third years could argue with Nobu's idea either, as it fit into a Cultural Festival better than the annual LAN Party they hosted many times in the past...

Not like Nobu attended last year's event. Any game that can't be played on a smartphone isn't worth his time.

For this year, the Computer Science Club ran a Fortune Teller booth created utilizing advanced algorithms only a prodigy like Nobu could devise. In truth, it was made using portions of an artificial intelligence still in development that Nobu had spent developing in his quest to have a true "two-dimensional wife." Despite this, the Fortune Teller worked perfectly, and the idea itself was very popular to those who heard of it. It would have been a very popular event too if not for one fatal flaw: The club had set the booth to appear as if the Fortune Teller would reveal one's love fortune as if some sort of Compatibility Test. Instead, no matter what question was asked, it would only reveal one's date of death. Nobu thought that such information would only be fitting for the Cultural Festival, as it had represented the end of school for many of those who attended. Needless to say, after an initial wave of interests at the beginning of the festival, the Computer Science's booth was left mostly abandoned for much of event. Not like Nobu minded being left alone, anyway.

Once the festival had finished, Nobu had planned to go home right away if not for the coercion of the Student Council President. Nobu had only obliged to stay seeing as it would possibly be the last time Kiyoko tried meddling with him so that he could "get along" with others. Of course, being a man of his word, Nobu helped clean up in his own special way... that is, walking around the gymnasium and telling everyone what they were doing wrong. Seeing that his disciple Arata had also attended in the gymnasium cleanup, Nobu had intended to give him another lesson on ethics and hard work (read: have him carry the heavy stuff for him). Much to Nobu's dismay, he was beat to the punch by [i]that witch.[/i] As much as he wished to save his disciple, Nobu did not want to get kicked in the takoyakis once again, avoiding eye contact with him whenever they had ran into each other during the cleanup.

At the mentioning of food, Nobu's stomach growled ever so softly. He didn't mind pitching in a hefty sum for the food since everyone had worked hard and, for the most part, followed his advice when it was given. However, as if following suit to Nobu's stomach, the earth itself began to shake...

... And much like many of the people in the gymnasium, Nobu began to panic on the inside.

Taking a deep breath, Nobu tried his best to remain calm. Keeping a poker face in tense situations was something Nobu was particularly skilled at. He quietly shuffled his backpack into his arms, cradling it to ensure the contents of it are kept safe. In an attempt to keep everyone calm, Nobu cleared his throat.

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[b]Nobu[/b]: "[color=7ea7d8]Don't worry, everyone. I checked the logs of my [i]Accurate Augury Assimilator[/i] and not one of the dates were November 3rd.[/color]"